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I intended to work up a little historical narrative about the amalgam of Mezzo-American, Scots-Irish, and Catholic traditions that when taken together form the nucleus of what we modern Americans call Halloween. Instead, I will defer to The Book of Counted Sorrows, which teaches us that.....
There's no escape from death's embrace,though you lead it on a merry chase.
Here at the Casa, we're done with all that pumpkin carving and trick or treating with the kids. It was loads of fun, but they are off on their own now, hanging with friends and happy to be free from parental supervision on Halloween. And that's not a bad thing.
A lot of people go whole hog for Halloween and a few years back Jake did a little free lance fright gig at a local haunted house. He was a hit and put the fear of Pennywise into more than one kid. Not these high school girls, though.
And, Mrs TWC in 2008......That may have been the year we sat in Karla's driveway and passed out wine and candy.
The House Blond as Psycho Bride, a role she played twice in the junior high school haunted house that she and her ASB cohorts created to fund school activities such as dances.
TWC nearly drowned while bobbing for apples in old galvanized wash tubs. I wasn't worth a tinker's damn at it, neither. Looking back, I think it's because my mouth was too small to get a good bite on the apple before it squirted away. Yeah, I know, nobody has ever accused moi I having a small mouth. Apparently some kids did, but I don't think we ever bobbed for apples on strings.
Back in the days of my vagrant yoot, and I'm talking about early elementary school, moms who lived on my little dirt road in the desert made Halloween treats from scratch and they were awesome. We came home with real popcorn balls, hand crafted carmel apples, and bags of home made cookies, wrapped in wax paper and tied up with festive ribbons. All that faded away with the exponential growth of the suburbs in the 1960's. We were quite satisfied to lug home pillow cases filled with loot that looked like we'd broken into the Snack Shack at the Little League field and stolen it all.
I'm not big on this young people have no idea meme, but I'm gonna tell you what.....you, Gentle Reader, cannot believe how fabuloso those popcorn balls were. As for those perfectly spherical shiny red candy apples at the grocery store? I sampled one out of the kid's treat bag a few years ago. Spit it in the trash.