Some women yearn for diamonds. Others want fine cars. All I want is a Wolf stove. I know you've seen them. They are the smaller home version of the commercial restaurant stainless steel stove and are easily recognizable by the large red knobs along the front. Ah......sweet bliss. Am I nuts or what??
And some people at work.
And the mailman.
My mother always stayed home to hand out the candy. Ours was a tough house to visit while Trick or Treating. For the little ones dressed as ghouls, witches and goblins, the candy bowl was always lowered with a smile and the kids could freely "pick their poison". We always had a nice sugar medley of Reese's Peanut Butter Cups, Kit Kat Bars and mini Hershey Chocolate Bars with Almonds. However, if my mother thought anyone looked too old to Trick or Treat, she always felt obligated to question them. This never failed to mortify me. She always ended up giving them Halloween candy, but she would make sure to fill up the rest of their Trick or Treat bags with a little guilt too.
My mother would turn out our front light when all the candy had been passed out OR when it was 8pm. No exceptions. She was tough.
Kathy and I would do the 1/2 mile neighborhood loop in about 2 hours and arrive home overheated, breathless and elated. Our candy was immediately dumped on the living room floor and sorted out. Piles of candy bars were placed strategically (for counting purposes) and the less popular candy like Chuckles and Goobers were put aside. Usually, my mother had us put all of our candy in a large bowl for everyone in the family to "share".
Leaving our entire loot of Halloween candy in a bowl in the living room only meant one thing to us. Within a few days, the chocolate bars would magically disappear while we slept and by the middle of November we were always left with a shabby pile of Pixie Sticks, Sweet Tarts , Bazooka Bubble Gum and a few Chuckles.
What do you remember about Halloween??