Talk about dating ourselves... When we were young, we referred to it as "going out begging" and when we went to the doors, we yelled, "HELP THE POOR."
Our costume was some burnt cork on our face and hands... not politically correct but it was all we had.
Well, I'm sure Icabod Crane had a different version as well. I too, though not as removed as you, have memories of a slightly different Hallowed Eve, than that of my children, and I'm sure will be far different than that which my grandchildren will be celebrating. But if they really want to help the poor, they'd give you a loaf of bread, some peanut butter, a quart of milk...etc. The stuff they hand out now, only helps the dentists. Now I have to find room to keep four boxes of candy separate for a while, until I get the courage to combine them without a todo...and eventually do away with leftovers all together...hopefully by the time the Christmas loot comes. Oy Vey!
ReplyDeleteFirst of all - I love that photo!!!
ReplyDeleteSecond of all - I never knew they shouted "Help the Poor"! When and why did it change, I wonder? Perhaps I will go look it up.