U.C.M. Newsletter of Joy, Humor, Laughter, and Inspiration
Fractal Picture, Minister Steve Waites
Editor: Rev. Doti Boon
Volume 8 page 44 (10-29-09)
I am opening up to my best and highest spiritual capacity.
Trick or Treat!
I find myself every year writing about the pre-Christian beginnings of Halloween, All Hallow’s Eve and the remarkable journey it has taken to All Saints Day. This year I want to talk about the fun aspect of Halloween. Because, I remember being a kid on October 31st.
If we were lucky enough to be in school on Halloween, we got to dress up in costume, or change during lunch. What a thrill – to be dressed as a ghost, a ballerina, cowboy or clown – sitting at your school desk and walking around in the costume parade. I always knew that no one would recognize me. Unfortunately – being the largest girl and the one with the loudest voice – everyone knew who I was. But, every year – I dreamed of being anonymous.
Walking home from school was exciting. Cars would honk, folks would wave and the parochial school kids would look on with envy. After a very hurried dinner – just around sunset – we tidied up our costume, put on masks and dashed out the door to go Trick or Treat in our large neighborhood. I never learned what kind of tricks we could do – I just went full bore – getting those treats!
Since I had much younger brothers and a sister – I was able to trick or treat well into my teenage years – under the auspices of “helping the kids.”
Even at 15 and 16 – I still got a thrill when we dressed up in our very favorite fantasy character and knocked on that first door – with our pillowcases held out in front of us. The rule was – never knock on a door unless they had the porch light on. But usually every doorway was ablaze with either lights, candles or battery run howling critters. Friendly folks came to their door with a cheerful attitude or a scary outfit, but always with complimentary comments about our costumes.
When we finally got very chilled, reached a point of saturation, or a whistle from my dad brought us back – we would walk home, dragging our bags of goodies behind us. The house was always warm and inviting as we gleefully ran through the door – screaming, “I got the most candy!” Then the fun really started as we poured our treasure out in big piles and proceeded to count it. I usually got the most since I was the biggest – but sometimes my brother Bart, because he was the cutest – would get the most.
A lot of time was spent putting the goodies in order – stacking the chocolates in one pile, the gum in another, apples, raisins and other yucky healthy stuff went into the fruit bowl and if cookies were broken – they went to my Dad. I can remember one year I had enough candy and confectionary items to last until after Christmas. That was the year of The Big Haul.
For a couple of years when they found razor blades in apples, and it was rumored that there was poison in the candy – there was fear in the air that took away the joy and delight of Trick or Treating. However, when it turned out to be only a few cases – and they were perpetrated by the child’s family – the scary ghosties and ghoulies were back at front doors in abundance.
Last year we had over 150 kids at our door. There were tiny big-eyed devils with red suits and pointy tails, gangly gypsies with ballerina slippers, colorful clowns, television characters and Friday the 13th gory teenagers, ghosts of all ages and some young adults with T-shirts reading, “This is my Halloween Costume.” They were all wearing that goofy “trick or treat” smile as they stretched their bags toward the doorway. In the background the grown-ups stood silently watching their youngsters and shouting “Say Thank You” to their clattering young.
Neighbors, strangers, and friends came to the door in this age old custom. And when I turned out the porch light at 9:30 – I could still hear the shrieks, monster growls and excited laugher as another Trick or Treat night slowly ended.
Be a part of Halloween – doing a ritual, going to the cemetery and honoring the dead, wearing a costume, going to a party, trick or treating, or giving out candy. Do it for the Joy it brings as we start the autumn time of year.
What would you call the ghost of a door-to-door salesman?
A dead ringer.
Those who believe in telekinetic, raise my hand. Kurt Vonnegut
What do witches put on their hair?
What do they teach at witches’ school?
Why do witches wear nametags?
So that they can tell witch is which!
What do you call a skeleton who won’t work?
Why don’t skeletons like parties?
They have no body to dance with.
What was the favorite game at the ghosts’ birthday party?
Hide and shriek.
Where do spooks water ski?
On Lake Erie.
Where do mummies go for a swim?
To the Dead Sea.
Who does Dracula get mail from?
His fang club.
What do you get when you cross a snowman with a vampire?