ckay87
demented and sad...but social
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I'm wondering whether anyone else did the trick or treating the old fashioned way? I'm from a teeny-tiny, itty-bitty little village in the country, so maybe that is the reason. But here's how it went for us:
Dressed up, mom took picture, and sent us off. Walked 1/4 mile into town and started knocking on doors. Here's where, in retrospect, it got bizarre (by today's standards): Old man opens the door and invites us into the kitchen. Yells "hey Stella, come on in here, we have trick or treaters!" Stella comes in and they both stand and stare at us for 5 minutes saying "oooh, who is this, who could it be??" After 3 or 4 wrong guesses, they give up, we reveal, then receive a full-size candy bar or two.
That was the gist of it. We spent more time at some houses than others, but I think we always ended up inside somehow. We had one guy that even took us upstairs so his handicapped mother could see us! Note that even though this was a tiny town, we only ever saw a lot of these people once per year on Halloween.
HUGE contrast (albeit far less safe!) to today's rituals of ringing one million doorbells to have a bite-size Snickers dropped out the door, with maybe a quick "hi" and "goodbye" at each house.
Not better. Just A LOT different. My mom would take the time to check our apples for razorblades
, never considering we could have been abducted and killed about a hundred different times over.
How did it go for you, way back when? Are you surprised you survived?
Dressed up, mom took picture, and sent us off. Walked 1/4 mile into town and started knocking on doors. Here's where, in retrospect, it got bizarre (by today's standards): Old man opens the door and invites us into the kitchen. Yells "hey Stella, come on in here, we have trick or treaters!" Stella comes in and they both stand and stare at us for 5 minutes saying "oooh, who is this, who could it be??" After 3 or 4 wrong guesses, they give up, we reveal, then receive a full-size candy bar or two.
That was the gist of it. We spent more time at some houses than others, but I think we always ended up inside somehow. We had one guy that even took us upstairs so his handicapped mother could see us! Note that even though this was a tiny town, we only ever saw a lot of these people once per year on Halloween.
HUGE contrast (albeit far less safe!) to today's rituals of ringing one million doorbells to have a bite-size Snickers dropped out the door, with maybe a quick "hi" and "goodbye" at each house.
Not better. Just A LOT different. My mom would take the time to check our apples for razorblades

How did it go for you, way back when? Are you surprised you survived?