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Thursday, October 31, 2013

Memories from the Gypsy Girl to a Punk Rocker

Halloween makes life fair 

I come from a family of ten. When I was a small child, we didn’t have a lot of store-bought treats. The few times we did, my lust for candy was never satisfied with a Christmas stocking that consisted of dad’s wool work sock stuffed with an over-ripe Annapolis Valley Mac, that squished down a few chocolates (usually those with the pink centers that no one else wanted), and sticky ribbon candy coated with sock fur J.   

Halloween presented a different experience. Well before dark, I would pace our linoleum kitchen floor wearing my hand-made gypsy costume (the one I wore every year for a decade), until the light was just right. Then I’d blast out the door, running with a pounding heart and a pillow case; knowing that I wouldn’t return until my legs ached in confirmation that I had looted every house! In my home-town of Lakeside, Nova Scotia, east-coast generosity showed itself at Halloween. 

Our people gave the “big” 10-cent chocolate bars and bags of chips, and made sure that I went home with a full pillow case.

I have not forgotten the best part of Halloween. It created an even playing field for kids. For one night, and only one, it makes life fair. All kids: rich and poor, and no matter what race you are or who your daddy is, folks will open their doors, smile, and give you free candy.

Happy Halloween

Here’s my girl Nicole 20+ years ago J