Alright then, here it is, my Halloween confession: 1976, same year as this commercial, 48 years ago today, the 3 of us lived in a rented house, the landlord's summer home, we called The Resort (RIP) because it had an open floor plan with 2nd story catwalk, BIG cathedral ceiling fireplace with a roughhewn cypress interior . . . .a great place to throw a party. I wore a homemade Maurice salad. made from a hula hoop, a bicycle tire, wire coat hangers, paper-mache, cabbage leaves, green face paint, ham and chicken with me standing in the middle. The cops came (twice ) a good indicator it was a lively event and a good time was had by all. This commercial might have inspired the costume, I don't recall. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qXPr3BoUyKU Fast forward, now in the early 90s with family. We lived in a house with a former coal storage area under the front porch. Alas I couldn't witness the effects of my angry troll growls and the banging against the wooden porch with a baseball bat from below but could hear the screams from the trick-or-treaters at the front door directly above. Big fun !
Whoopi and Camelthing trying to turn a few bucks and can be rented for twenty bucks an hour to stand inside your door and play the parts of wicked witches.
My memories are of Halloween kisses which were candy that I hated and apples and oranges which were hated equally. Small town in the early 50's.
A block away was a neighbour who had an outhouse which got tipped over every Halloween. Then one Halloween he moved the outhouse next to the sh-tpit. 2 guys ended up in the pit and I don't remember that it was ever knocked over again.
Before 1960, 2 friends and I had heard of a great Halloween trick which consisted of a paper bag and a scoop to pick up a fresh cowpie (very mushie), put it on the mayor's porch, light the paper bag, ring the doorbell and run to a safe spot where we could watch. Of course when the mayor saw the bag burning, he stomped the fire out while wearing slippers. I think he must have heard us snicker because he threatened us, but we didn't care because we knew we could outrun the overweight mayor.
It's Dale Peterson's first contribution to TTB, but there will be more.
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The 70s. I miss them. Even with the mix of all the good and the bad.
This was actually the 60s. :-)
yup- that bout sums it up- those were the days...
Great story to end the day. Halloween holds so many great memories. Thanks for sharing.
There was a time when kids created magical memories. Such fun to look back at something like this story.
A great story!
Very good!
Alright then, here it is, my Halloween confession: 1976, same year as this commercial, 48 years ago today, the 3 of us lived in a rented house, the landlord's summer home, we called The Resort (RIP) because it had an open floor plan with 2nd story catwalk, BIG cathedral ceiling fireplace with a roughhewn cypress interior . . . .a great place to throw a party. I wore a homemade Maurice salad. made from a hula hoop, a bicycle tire, wire coat hangers, paper-mache, cabbage leaves, green face paint, ham and chicken with me standing in the middle. The cops came (twice ) a good indicator it was a lively event and a good time was had by all. This commercial might have inspired the costume, I don't recall. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qXPr3BoUyKU Fast forward, now in the early 90s with family. We lived in a house with a former coal storage area under the front porch. Alas I couldn't witness the effects of my angry troll growls and the banging against the wooden porch with a baseball bat from below but could hear the screams from the trick-or-treaters at the front door directly above. Big fun !
At first I did not realize, that this post would also be about PTSD. Quite a story with mr Kropotnik’s gorilla.
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Conditioning children to love monsters, makes it easier for monsters to harvest adrenochrome.
Halloween has strong memories.
Whoopi and Camelthing trying to turn a few bucks and can be rented for twenty bucks an hour to stand inside your door and play the parts of wicked witches.
What a fabulous story! Thank you!!
Check out my adult Trump supporter Halloween mask - https://philberg.substack.com/p/trick-or-treat :)
I remember my trick-or-treat bag of candy smelling so good!! Maybe a false memory? I don’t think candy smells good anymore?
My memories are of Halloween kisses which were candy that I hated and apples and oranges which were hated equally. Small town in the early 50's.
A block away was a neighbour who had an outhouse which got tipped over every Halloween. Then one Halloween he moved the outhouse next to the sh-tpit. 2 guys ended up in the pit and I don't remember that it was ever knocked over again.
Before 1960, 2 friends and I had heard of a great Halloween trick which consisted of a paper bag and a scoop to pick up a fresh cowpie (very mushie), put it on the mayor's porch, light the paper bag, ring the doorbell and run to a safe spot where we could watch. Of course when the mayor saw the bag burning, he stomped the fire out while wearing slippers. I think he must have heard us snicker because he threatened us, but we didn't care because we knew we could outrun the overweight mayor.