BACKTRACKING
Halloween- Ghostly Memories
by Terry Hogan
The years seem to fly by like a witch on a broom. It doesnÕt seem like a half of a
century ago that IÕd put on the hot rubbery mask and and head out. Back then, I lived at Lake Bracken. Bracken has a long string of houses,
one row deep, following the shoreline.
It couldnÕt be covered by a small herd of little kids on Halloween
night. Especially since we walked
it.
Those were the days before parents were concerned
about weird people who might place foreign objects in treats. It was a period when many of the treats
were homemade, e.g. taffy apples, popcorn balls, and fudge. Parents didnÕt
drive us. We preferred to walk. It
was without hazard, except for the occasional chase by older kids trying to
scare us and get some candy.
WeÕd start several days before Halloween. Everybody pretty much expected that
back then and the porch lights would be turned on and the treats were waiting
to be handed out. We usually had
the same group for trick or treating year after year. There werenÕt that many of us about the same age – Al,
Jim, Tom (JimÕs cousin from Galesburg), Greg, and Mary.
About as rowdy as weÕd get was to throw a little corn
around on somebodyÕs sidewalk. We thought that was pretty wild. We would walk from house to house. The
houses would be interspersed with a golf course and wooded ravines. The ravines
were the most challenging even though there were well-worn footpaths through
the woods. It was dark, spooky and
the masks and costumes didnÕt make the hike any easier.
We attended Allen Park School. Back then, a part of one day was
dedicated for kids to bring their costumes to school and participate in a
parade, of sorts. By class room,
we would walk on the sidewalk so that nearby residents could see ghosts and
goblins in daylight. It was not
Ōtrick or treatingĶ – no candy was requested nor received.
Back then, our costumes differed quite a bit. There were no masks of disfavored
Presidents. There were no overtly
blood and gore – no fake chain saws or bloody-looking severed body
parts. There were no look-a-likes
of movie madmen because there were no movie madmen, or if there were, these
movies werenÕt shown in Galesburg.
Our time was not necessarily better. It was merely different. I believe we were much more sheltered
from the cruelty that the world could invoke. I think the parents had learned
what might lie ahead for their children, but trusted that there was still time
to let kids be innocent kids. We
still spoke to strangers and we still trusted adults. Scout masters were not considered as possible
predators. They were good folks
who gave their time to help make a difference.
Today some folks oppose Halloween as being
inappropriate based on religious beliefs.
Certainly it is their right to have their own religious beliefs, but
that is what they should be – their own. Whatever adults may think, for most kids, Halloween isnÕt
about religion or evil. It is
about having fun and getting a Ōsugar highĶ that will drive their teachers
crazy.
Drive by a grade school on November 1. You will likely be able to hear
the hum of kids vibrating with uncontrollable (sugar) energy. If lucky you may also be able to make
out the occasional sigh or groan of a teacher or principal as they reconsider
why they didnÕt call in sick. Halloween probably comes around pretty quickly
for the teachers too.
Happy Halloween.
And make sure your little ghosts have flashlights and reflecting tape.
10/25/07