Thanks to Joy at http://gardenjoy4.blogspot.com/ who loves Halloween so much. All of the Halloween graphics at her blog jogged memories of Halloweens I celebrated when I was young.
We always had hand-me-down costumes that Mom made. My favorite was an orange tunic with a large dagged collar, sleeves and along the bottom. It included a pointed hat with a feather. It had a medieval look to it. Originally a ballet costume for my older sister it became, in successive years, a Peter Pan costume, Robin Hood, the Pied Piper and a goblin.
Our neighbor down the hill always made popcorn balls to pass out to the handful of kids that lived in the neighborhood. When I felt myself too old and grownup to go trick-or-treating, I still sent my little sister down the hill to Mrs. V’s house to beg an extra popcorn ball for me.
There weren’t many houses down our little dirt road so we had to walk quite a distance in the dark to visit the 8 or 9 houses and get a decent amount of candy. When I was in 6th grade, my best friend invited me to go trick-or-treating with her in another neighborhood in a more suburban area. Her Dad drove us into the neighborhood, would drop us off at one end of a street, then would pick us up a few streets over. I think I ended up with about 2 grocery bags of candy. I could never have imagined owning that much candy in my whole life. Of course, when I got home, I had to divvy it up between all the brothers and sisters.
During my college years, I decided to throw a Halloween party. Dressing up for the holiday was not as popular then as it is today. Still, you know that theater folk don’t need much of an excuse to dress up and most of my friends were actors. My boyfriend decided to dress up as the Werewolf. Not content with just a mask and tattered clothing, he used three shades of fake hair which he applied a strand at a time with spirit gum, a putty to build a fake nose and eyebrows and lots of brown and black theater makeup. He must have spent 2 hours working on his face and hands, and he left my parent’s bathroom sink a mess. Still, the finished product was amazing and he looked like a living incarnation of a werewolf.
The Halloween poem at the top of this posting was one of my favorite childhood poems. Thinking about Halloweens past encouraged me to search it out and post it with the proper border in honor of this year’s celebration.