Halloween is just a week away, and I'm all ready.
Our front porch features a scarecrow, a pumpkin, a huge orange squash that's even bigger than the pumpkin, a big green acorn squash, a tan butternut squash, some field corn, and some fall-colored flowers.
The most important item is in a kitchen cupboard. It's a large bag of fun-size Snickers. I love Snickers. So, kids who come to our front door on their trick-or-treat rounds can count on Snickers bars.
I bought a large bag so that leftovers would be a certainty, and I'll have to eat all the remaining little bars of goodness, lest they go to waste.
And I know there will be leftovers, because Halloweens are no longer the Halloweens of old. Hardly any kids show up now. I guess safety concerns have diminished the old tradition of going house to house, filling up one's trick-or-treat sack with pounds of candy and other goodies.
I'm living in my hometown now, and I remember the fun of being a kid out in the dark and traipsing all around town in pursuit of sugary Halloween treats. Each house held promise of a really great goody. Behind any door there might be a Three Musketeers or a homemade popcorn ball or maybe a delicious Snickers bar or perhaps even a candied apple, which is a real apple on a stick and covered with sweet caramel. Oh, how I loved
Halloween.
I guess most kids now go mostly to stores and shops for their treats. Parents accompany their little ghouls and witches and such, and storeowners hand out goodies to the costumed tykes. Sounds rather boring, don't you think? Very few trick-or-treaters still get to knock on a door and be frightened nearly to death by somebody's dad, who flings open the door and screams bloody murder while wearing the ugliest and scariest monster mask any adult should be allowed to wear in the presence of innocent children. Now, that was fun and definitely not boring.
One of my favorite memories of growing up in Lebanon, Ill., is Halloween window art. Kids could sign up to paint a Halloween scene on a window of a store along the town's main street. I think the Lions Club sponsored the annual tradition, and we were provided washable paints with which to create our scary paintings. Ghosts were popular, because they were pretty easy to paint, while the more creative and talented kids brushed some excellent witches, skeletons and mummies, for example. The storefronts looked great with their windows adorned with our spooky artwork. Too bad the tradition died.
Aw, gee, if only I could go back in time and experience all the fun all over again. But, alas, that cannot be, so I'll just pour my Snickers out of the bag and into a nice bowl and wait for the trick-or-treaters come Halloween Night. I bet we get a total of three kids at the door. Three's not a charm on Halloween.
However, on the bright side, I'm going to have a bunch of yummy Snickers bars to enjoy.
Our front porch features a scarecrow, a pumpkin, a huge orange squash that's even bigger than the pumpkin, a big green acorn squash, a tan butternut squash, some field corn, and some fall-colored flowers.
The most important item is in a kitchen cupboard. It's a large bag of fun-size Snickers. I love Snickers. So, kids who come to our front door on their trick-or-treat rounds can count on Snickers bars.
I bought a large bag so that leftovers would be a certainty, and I'll have to eat all the remaining little bars of goodness, lest they go to waste.
And I know there will be leftovers, because Halloweens are no longer the Halloweens of old. Hardly any kids show up now. I guess safety concerns have diminished the old tradition of going house to house, filling up one's trick-or-treat sack with pounds of candy and other goodies.
I'm living in my hometown now, and I remember the fun of being a kid out in the dark and traipsing all around town in pursuit of sugary Halloween treats. Each house held promise of a really great goody. Behind any door there might be a Three Musketeers or a homemade popcorn ball or maybe a delicious Snickers bar or perhaps even a candied apple, which is a real apple on a stick and covered with sweet caramel. Oh, how I loved
Halloween.
I guess most kids now go mostly to stores and shops for their treats. Parents accompany their little ghouls and witches and such, and storeowners hand out goodies to the costumed tykes. Sounds rather boring, don't you think? Very few trick-or-treaters still get to knock on a door and be frightened nearly to death by somebody's dad, who flings open the door and screams bloody murder while wearing the ugliest and scariest monster mask any adult should be allowed to wear in the presence of innocent children. Now, that was fun and definitely not boring.
One of my favorite memories of growing up in Lebanon, Ill., is Halloween window art. Kids could sign up to paint a Halloween scene on a window of a store along the town's main street. I think the Lions Club sponsored the annual tradition, and we were provided washable paints with which to create our scary paintings. Ghosts were popular, because they were pretty easy to paint, while the more creative and talented kids brushed some excellent witches, skeletons and mummies, for example. The storefronts looked great with their windows adorned with our spooky artwork. Too bad the tradition died.
Aw, gee, if only I could go back in time and experience all the fun all over again. But, alas, that cannot be, so I'll just pour my Snickers out of the bag and into a nice bowl and wait for the trick-or-treaters come Halloween Night. I bet we get a total of three kids at the door. Three's not a charm on Halloween.
However, on the bright side, I'm going to have a bunch of yummy Snickers bars to enjoy.
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