Tuesday, October 31, 2006
But not this year . . .
For years, our home has been visited by an average of well over a hundred little witches and goblins and Batmen and Freddie Krugers each Halloween Eve. We lived in a neighbourhood with lots of little darlings (I am being only just a little bit sarcastic, many of the kids were really great) and they all visited for their allotment of candy. We lived at the edge of a little village, and so lots of farm kids would visit too. Their parents would cruise along the crescent, slightly behind their children, and when their sacks were full, or the kids got cold, or someone had to pee really, really badly, they would leave.
We moved at the end of August. We now live at the northernmost edge of London, Ontario. The area is still mostly under construction. The streets are muddy, there are partially built houses everywhere, and I can't imagine anyone visiting for Halloween candy, at least this year. I hope I'm right, because we didn't buy any. Thankfully, we don't have an outhouse that can be upended in retaliation if someone feels that they have been tricked, rather than treated.
When we arrived in Canada fifty-seven years ago, Halloween seemed to us to be a strange celebration indeed. My brother and I got into the spirit of things after a while, and made sure we got our share of candy and other goodies from our neighbours. We had a lot of fun. Now that we are adults, it is our turn to make sure that our children have a safe Halloween.
My son won't be out collecting candy anymore. He is fourteen now, in high school, and too 'cool' to do such a thing. He is as tall as I am, and I agree with him that it is time to bow out and let the little kids get his share.
What will we do tonight, since no-one is likely to be ringing our doorbell?
I don't know.
Are there any scary movies on tonight?