Homemade is the best, and what I grew up with, except for the occasional mask, Lone Ranger type. We lived out in the sticks, so my Dad drove us to a tract home area (I had friends there, and I went out with them while my parents hung out with his parents. Up and down a block was all that was permitted, then the candy was "sorted" and I was allowed a small amour to eat. The rest just disappeared.
I was one of a group of kids who went around on the Saturday after Halloween and helped people clean up after "tricks", taking down TP, washing soaped windows and such. Eggs had to be cleaned right away of they did a lot of damage, especially on cars, so that couldn't wait, we only did that if it was Friday or Saturday. My Dad drove us around to do that as well. Sometimes we were offered payment, but always said no, thank you.
Those were the days when Halloween was innocent. Before razor blades in apples, poison in candy and all the rest. As Bill Crider says, "I miss the old days", and I'd add "the innocent old days".
I can hardly remember any "tricks" in our neighborhood although my parents always talked about it in their youth. Living in a row house, there was something like 60 houses on my street. I would come home and empty bag after bag and many of the treats were homemade. People actually had you come in and pick a candied apple or a cupcake. Of course, my teeth are the result of all those Halloweens.
We lived in an apartment building connected to a second building, so all we did was go around the two buildings and we had more than our share of goodies. This was 1957, the last year before we moved from Queens to Brooklyn. I remember it because my brother and I and our friend Tommy all went as Zorro. I was 8.
Patricia Abbott is the author of more than 125 stories that have appeared online, in print journals and in various anthologies. She is the author of two print novels CONCRETE ANGEL (2015) and SHOT IN DETROIT (2016)(Polis Books). CONCRETE ANGEL was nominated for an Anthony and Macavity Award in 2016. SHOT IN DETROIT was nominated for an Edgar Award and an Anthony Award in 2017. A collection of her stories I BRING SORROW AND OTHER STORIES OF TRANSGRESSION will appear in 2018.
She also authored two ebooks, MONKEY JUSTICE and HOME INVASION and co-edited DISCOUNT NOIR. She won a Derringer award for her story "My Hero." She lives outside Detroit.
Patricia (Patti) Abbott
SHOT IN DETROIT
Edgar Nominee 2017, Anthony nominee 2017
CONCRETE ANGEL
Polis Books, 2015-nominated for the Anthony and Macavity Awards
12 comments:
Patti, Happy Halloween to you and Phil!
Very stylish costumes!
It must seem like quite the strange holiday to you, Prashant, but thank you. I am always glad to see it over.
Happy Halloween, Patti! Love the old costumes.
Thanks! Costumes are so sophisticated now it does sort of ruin it. You're supposed to dig stuff out of a trunk, right?
Homemade is the best, and what I grew up with, except for the occasional mask, Lone Ranger type. We lived out in the sticks, so my Dad drove us to a tract home area (I had friends there, and I went out with them while my parents hung out with his parents. Up and down a block was all that was permitted, then the candy was "sorted" and I was allowed a small amour to eat. The rest just disappeared.
I was one of a group of kids who went around on the Saturday after Halloween and helped people clean up after "tricks", taking down TP, washing soaped windows and such. Eggs had to be cleaned right away of they did a lot of damage, especially on cars, so that couldn't wait, we only did that if it was Friday or Saturday. My Dad drove us around to do that as well. Sometimes we were offered payment, but always said no, thank you.
Those were the days when Halloween was innocent. Before razor blades in apples, poison in candy and all the rest. As Bill Crider says, "I miss the old days", and I'd add "the innocent old days".
I can hardly remember any "tricks" in our neighborhood although my parents always talked about it in their youth. Living in a row house, there was something like 60 houses on my street. I would come home and empty bag after bag and many of the treats were homemade. People actually had you come in and pick a candied apple or a cupcake. Of course, my teeth are the result of all those Halloweens.
We lived in an apartment building connected to a second building, so all we did was go around the two buildings and we had more than our share of goodies. This was 1957, the last year before we moved from Queens to Brooklyn. I remember it because my brother and I and our friend Tommy all went as Zorro. I was 8.
Patti, how about identifying the people in the pictures. Thanks.
Jeff M.
Top, Me and my brother, Jeff.
Bottom: Jeff is the little girl, I am behind.
I tried R.T. 's url to see the article, but get "Blog Removed" message. RT??
Happy Halloween to you, too! These are fabulous 'photos!
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