This week we’re really enjoying the build up to Halloween. There are two pumpkins in the garden waiting to be carved, we have several pumpkin decorations dotted around the house and there’s a brand spanking new wizard outfit hanging in the little mans wardrobe.
This is all a far cry from the Halloweens I remember as a kid:
My costume for trick or treating consisted of a black bin bag with two holes cut in it for the arms, no fancy witches dress for me. If I was lucky I got a plastic witches hat with a bit of green and black “hair” that had been stapled to the back.
There were no pumpkins to be carved. My dad would hollow out a turnip, stick a candle in it and then attach a bit of string. Yes, it looked as ridiculous as it sounds but we didn’t know any different.
When we get trick or treaters knocking on our door there is always a selection of responsible adults loitering at the bottom of the drive. I don’t really remember any adults coming with us, I think they were glad of an hours peace and quiet getting us out of the house. Having a big brother who’s 2 years older than you counts as a chaperone, right?
There were no little buckets to collect your treats in. I carried home my stash of sweets in an Asda carrier bag.
People actually used to say trick, and then you would stand there looking awkward for what felt like an eternity thinking of something to do. Come on, you know we’re only here for the chocolate!
I fully admire the teenagers who come trick or treating today. To be fair they’ve made an effort with their costumes and full on scary make up. I’m slightly ashamed that when I was 14 trick or treating consisted of a fairly crap mask and hoping for money much more than chocolate!
I will be getting excited on Friday, decorating the house and putting my carved pumpkin outside the front door whilst at the same time remembering that back in the 80’s I was celebrating Halloween by wandering the streets, dressed in a bin bag with a lit up turnip for company.