(Oct 31, 2015)
Halloween Night - that division between light and darkness - an't complete without "the boys"
You know, that bunch of older teenage boys that show up late on your door steps.
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Halloween Night - that division between light and darkness - an't complete without "the boys"
You know, that bunch of older teenage boys that show up late on your door steps.
...
Right on cue they knocked tonight, sometime after 9 pm, carrying massive bags of treats.
After I handed the collective 6 that landed on my front steps the usual portion, I decided to offloaded all that was left. They were like savages - sweet savages mind you, but those sweet treats were like gold. A whole months of sugary stock danced in their heads.
After I closed the door, I thought about them - how this would likely be their last Halloween gig. How tonight they were out and about on this cold and windy dark night trying to capture the last taste of their youth. This year, the Halloween trek was perhaps the cool dare; next year, it won't be cool for those boys to be seen out with prowling the streets with the young ones. Perhaps that is why they come knocking so late?
It got me thinking about my Halloween nights back in my rural cove a few decades ago - ok, many decades ago.
I can't remember when I Halloweened it last, but one thing I know Halloween back then didn't quick resemble the extravaganta of today.
First of all, there was the swag that carried the load - we were hip - we used only the "Pillowcase" brand - rarely brandished today. Whatever worn-out old pillowcase your mother could sacrifice, that was it.
Costumes didn't come from the store - we knitted creativity with whatever clothing we could find. We couldn't google or order a costume idea. We made do.
Then there were the treats - there weren't many, really. Apples were the main hit as I recall. Those miniature bars and chips were a generation away.
And our clothing didn't keep us as warm as the high tech clothing of today. We endured many frigid fall-cold Halloween nights in northern Newfoundland.
But all in all, though it wasn't the big orchestrated event, we kept the Halloween spirit alive just as they do much more easily (and with better loot!) today.
Still, I do remember even back then, us "Halloween boys" did the last trick-or-treating of our lives right up until the last division between light and dark - i.e youth and adulthood.
Some things never change, thankfully.
After I handed the collective 6 that landed on my front steps the usual portion, I decided to offloaded all that was left. They were like savages - sweet savages mind you, but those sweet treats were like gold. A whole months of sugary stock danced in their heads.
After I closed the door, I thought about them - how this would likely be their last Halloween gig. How tonight they were out and about on this cold and windy dark night trying to capture the last taste of their youth. This year, the Halloween trek was perhaps the cool dare; next year, it won't be cool for those boys to be seen out with prowling the streets with the young ones. Perhaps that is why they come knocking so late?
It got me thinking about my Halloween nights back in my rural cove a few decades ago - ok, many decades ago.
I can't remember when I Halloweened it last, but one thing I know Halloween back then didn't quick resemble the extravaganta of today.
First of all, there was the swag that carried the load - we were hip - we used only the "Pillowcase" brand - rarely brandished today. Whatever worn-out old pillowcase your mother could sacrifice, that was it.
Costumes didn't come from the store - we knitted creativity with whatever clothing we could find. We couldn't google or order a costume idea. We made do.
Then there were the treats - there weren't many, really. Apples were the main hit as I recall. Those miniature bars and chips were a generation away.
And our clothing didn't keep us as warm as the high tech clothing of today. We endured many frigid fall-cold Halloween nights in northern Newfoundland.
But all in all, though it wasn't the big orchestrated event, we kept the Halloween spirit alive just as they do much more easily (and with better loot!) today.
Still, I do remember even back then, us "Halloween boys" did the last trick-or-treating of our lives right up until the last division between light and dark - i.e youth and adulthood.
Some things never change, thankfully.