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Wednesday, October 31, 2012

Halloween AP-PLES!!!

I remember (in ancient times - ahem!) when I was a child in Winnipeg. Halloween was the day us kids would hurry home from school in a panic to get our costumes organized. Back in “the good ole days” my mom used to get a bunch of used clothes out from the closet in readiness. My sister and I would fight and scramble to get the pieces that would best fit our vision of whatever witch or old man our mom had dictated as our choices for that year.


The money was never there to buy costumes. Folks today think of it as a necessity but we never had the wherewithal for such foolishness. Not when there were pieces of cardboard, old clothes and paints to make up something that would ensure us our ultimate goal - that of getting as much candy as possible.


As the light waned, we’d watch out the window, prancing from foot to foot, praying that the streetlights would come on soon. It was our sign that the time had come. Mom would give us each a pillow-slip and some gloves (Winnipeg right??) and off we’d go to join hordes of other goblins all racing to and fro to get their anticipated cache.


Up and down the streets childish voice yelled Halloween Apples??!! Little ones in the care of older brothers and sisters were dragged along, forced to keep up because there were only so many houses in the neighborhood that would give away candy apples as reimbursement for singing a song. And everyone on our street had practiced their song knowing that the reward far outstripped the effort.


Soon we’d have to drop off the first load at the house because the pillowcases, half full of apples, would be heavier than we could manage, and mom would have warned us that she would be running out and would need reinforcements from our precious supply before the night was over. At first, we always begrudged this necessity, but after stuffing our faces with as much junk as we could force down, it didn’t seem to be so painful to let her pass some of it back out again.


Finally by the end of the evening—we’d stick it out as long as there were lights on in front doors and our frozen fingers and toes could stand the cold—we’d head home to peruse our catch and gloat about the candy we’d stuffed into pockets, hoping that sharp motherly eyes wouldn’t see the bulges.


Because we so seldom had candy, parents in those days knew that the best way to handle this bounty was to pass out daily treats in order to make it last. Funny thing is, by the end of the week, we’d run out. Always wondered how that could happen. Of course, today I know exactly where the stuff went.

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  1. Mimi, we always made our costumes too. I was either a gypsy or a cowgirl. We hated when the weather was cold and we had to wear coats over our clever (we thought) costumes. To me, making the costume was part of the experience, and I think today's kids get cheated.

  2. I totally agree...it was great to let our imaginations work overtime. Then as we got older, we'd spend days, even weeks sometimes, creating costumes from what we already had around the house. It was amazing what we were able to come up with.

  3. We also "made" costumes from old clothes. I made my daughter's costumes, too. That reminds me, I need to find my daughter's first clown costume, pajamas made from scraps and a wig.

    Pirate costumes were popular back then. An eye patch did the trick.

  4. Mimi I remember as a girl my parents would buy the costumes in a box. I think it was just easier for them. My last costume, I think I was 13, I made myself and it was a scarecrow. I think the more homemade costumes are much more authentic.

    I LOVE the cover to your Christmas story.

  5. I never heard about Halloween apples. Sounds more healthy than candy, but probably not as much fun for kids these days who are used to the sweets.

    That cover is absolutely beautiful and so Christmasy!

    Morgan Mandel