My younger brothers are here to see their nephew play in his last homecoming football game this weekend. Whenever they're around, I pull out old pictures and reminisce.
Since it's that time of year, I thought I'd share some pictures of our Halloween costumes. It was 1967 and I wanted to be a witch. My middle brother is a pirate and the youngest is a bum. Mom couldn't get him to wear a mask, so drawing a moustache with an eyeliner pencil was the next easiest thing. We only went around the block that year 'cause he was too little to venture much further.
The next year, mom went all out. She made our costumes and even our trick or treat bags. She picked the perfect costume for my brothers. They're 18 months apart and still, to this day are completely devilish when they get together. You can see they're plotting something. I'm pretty sure the devil capes were made from a sheet mom dyed red.
Mom also fashioned some sort of "scary ghost" from a bar stool and a sheet. Frightening, isn't it?
What? I hafta go as a clown again?! And the boys were dressed up like Groucho Marx. Perfect. They're a coupla goofballs. Obviously, she'd lost her mojo this year and was too exhausted to even try to make outfits for these two jokers. But, she did manage to come up with new threads for the "scary ghost."
Sigh....Those were the good ol' days. We were free to roam the neighborhoods unsupervised with just a flashlight running door to door until our bags were full of candy. Our favorite was Mrs. James. She always gave us homemade popcorn balls. We never felt frightened or even expected someone would try to hurt us in any way.
Then, in the mid 70's there was some scare about people inserting razorblades into candy and my mom went berserk. She required us to dump all of our candy out for inspection before we could eat it and wouldn't let us go out for very long by ourselves. Mrs. James stopped giving out popcorn balls and Halloween started to loose its fun factor.
Leave it to the wackos to rain on everyone's parade.