Fave vintage Halloween candies;)

About those Nik-L-Nips....weren't you supposed to be able to chew the bottles like gum after
you drank the liquid? Maybe not, because they always stuck to my teeth.
 
Oh wow, I never saw a candy flute, cool Shirley!! Yes Nancy, we always chewed on the wax too;) Candy-corn is still my fave Falcon!! I guess we need to get an 8 pak Bonnie and have a girls-night-out, LOL!!
 
Remember when little candies came in glass shapes. Teddy bears, guns, cars, etc. these are real collectibles now. Oh, candy corn and peeps. Pure sugar. :confused:

maybe you or someone can find pics of those glass shapes Pappy? Would love to see them:) Yep, most of that candy was pure sugar with artificial coloring;)
 
all candy was my favorite, especially mini chocolate bars, including candy corns. My mom really didn't let us kids go out trick or treating. We did still get to dress up though. Usually my big brother was the only one that was able to make rounds; when I got a little older, I did go out on the sneak once or twice. I was riddled with guilt, but, me belly was happy for a minute, I'm pretty sure I got in some kind of trouble.
 
Oh, these are so cool! And they were made out of sugar!! I never knew about these, thanks Pappy;)
 
I was a kid when it was still safe to get cookies, home made candy and caramel apples. They were always the first things I ate so that they wouldn't get stale...at least that was my excuse! I liked candy corn and those thingies wrapped in orange or black paper that had peanut butter in the middle. I forget what they were called.

Best of all, though, was the pennies and sometimes even nickels that we got!

Where we lived, so far north on the Lake Superior shore, we almost always had sNOw on the ground so had to have storm coats, snow pants and overshoes on over our costumes. I remember a couple of times when we had our first blizzard on Hallowe'en and we went trick or treating anyway! Never mind that if it was a full-blown blizzard (as opposed to a mere sNOwstorm) the schools had been closed that day. Nothing was going to keep us from our appointed rounds. LOL
 
We used to have bad weather where I grew up too, not like snow though, usually rain, so I remember hating to have to cover up whatever costume I came up with. Usually our costumes consisted of a plastic mask we got at the local grocer, LOL!! I remember how fun it was to come how and see what all we got;) We had fun neighbors back then, they would dress up (some of them) and have spooky music playing;) Those were good times:)
 
My father was the ultimate jokester and could not pass up a prank. The year I was a freshman in high school (and the most embarrassed by my family, natch), he dressed up as a caveman with an outfit made out of an old fur coat, hideous mask, fright wig, and a big plastic club. He hid in the bushes by the front door and when the trick-or-treaters came to the door, he'd jump out and rush them, growling and waving the club. He was pretty pleased with himself and said the best part was the candy that was strewn down the sidewalk by the rapidly-retreating kids. Anyway, at that age, we still got dressed up and went around to our friends houses and of course, several of my friends came to the house and were chased by my dad. It was all over school the next day and I swore to my mother I wasn't going back to school and I'd never forgive my father. She laughed and said, "You have to let your dad have his fun...." There's not a day goes by that I don't wish my dad was here on earth and still pulling his pranks. I'd be out there in the bushes with him and we'd be embarrassing the next generation and proud of it.
 
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My father was the ultimate jokester and could not pass up a prank. The year I was a freshman in high school (and the most embarrassed by my family, natch), he dressed up as a caveman with an outfit made out of an old fur coat, hideous mask, fright wig, and a big plastic club. He hid in the bushes by the front door and when the trick-or-treaters came to the door, he'd jump out and rush them, growling and waving the club. He was pretty pleased with himself and said the best part was the candy that was strewn down the sidewalk by the rapidly-retreating kids. Anyway, at that age, we still got dressed up and went around to our friends houses and of course, several of my friends came to the house and were chased by my dad. It was all over school the next day and I swore to my mother I wasn't going back to school and I'd never forgive my father. She laughed and said, "You have to let your dad have his fun...." There's not a day goes by that I don't wish my dad was here on earth and still pulling his pranks. I'd be out there in the bushes with him and we'd be embarrassing the next generation and proud of it.

Lol jujube...my father did something similar..but not at halloween..When a boy used to walk me home and we arrived at the front door...the front door was always ajar..That is because my father was waiting behind it..when the boy used to go for the goodnight kiss..the door would fly open..and my father would purse his lips saying ''mmm..give me a kiss..

The boy used to start to walk away..and ended up running for their lives..my father still after them shouting..''Giss a kiss!''
 
Oh that's hilarious Twixie!! I'm sure you were horrified then, but what great memories later, LOL!!
 
Hey SB, I don't remember getting any candies like those "smarties" which explains a lot:why::dunno:
 
Oh that's hilarious Twixie!! I'm sure you were horrified then, but what great memories later, LOL!!

My father was very protective..He had been a sports teacher in the Royal Marines...another thing he did was to invite my potential boyfriends to a boxing match..I can still see the blood now..
 
My father was very protective..He had been a sports teacher in the Royal Marines...another thing he did was to invite my potential boyfriends to a boxing match..I can still see the blood now..

Yes, I can see he was protective, and a great sense, of humor too;)
 
Lol jujube...my father did something similar..but not at halloween..When a boy used to walk me home and we arrived at the front door...the front door was always ajar..That is because my father was waiting behind it..when the boy used to go for the goodnight kiss..the door would fly open..and my father would purse his lips saying ''mmm..give me a kiss..

The boy used to start to walk away..and ended up running for their lives..my father still after them shouting..''Giss a kiss!''

We had a very long shared driveway with the house next door and then there was a pull-off in front of the garage. My dad had installed an actual searchlight on the corner of the house pointing directly at the pull-off. If I sat in a boy's car after a date saying "goodnight" (OK, making out....) for more than five minutes, ON WENT THE SEARCHLIGHT. Boy, did that ever put the damper on any less-than-honorable intentions my date may have had.
 


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