As a kid, I loved Halloween. Our parents were good providers when it came to holidays and we lived in a lively kid friendly neighbourhood which encompassed a large area.
After school we’d literally run home and put our costume on and get our pillow case. A pillow case was easy to hang onto and use. It was easy to carry as well( carried over shoulders when heavy ), and no candy could accidentally spill out.
We’d leave at dusk and returned home at about 10. We stopped tricker treating when we got told off that it was too late. By then we’d be miles away and have to walk home.
Our parents made us give them the apples.
No problem with that one.
My mom would make apple pies with them.
There was one house near our school where an older lady made toffee apples and I don’t mean those cheap red ones. She made ones covered with thick creamy toffee. The best toffee apples I ever tasted. She’d make us do a trick though and my brothers would pass and go on to the next houses but I’d stop and sing. She’d recognize me and asked if I was going to sing again each passing year. Anyway, people made fun of her since she was somewhat eccentric. I thought she was nice. I never told my parents about her though.
By this time of night, it was about 9-isn and my brothers were gone so I’d start walking home and just before I got home they’d catch up to me so it looked like they were looking after me. Haha.
We’d have about 1/3rd to a 1/2 a bag full of candy which was a LOT and I LOVE candy.
I’d sort my candy out. It should have last us months but we were finished in a matter of weeks.
My parents were generous with the candy. They would never run out. My mom seemed to like it. She never dressed up and never talked to other kids but she was very reserved.
Not long after Halloween we’d be going to the dentist to have fillings done or redone. No freezing either.
Loved Halloween and I’d like it more now but we never get kids in the places we live since they are so remote.
