Looking back to my own childhood, I remember going off to trick or treat. When I was about 6, I went as Zorro but I insisted that I needed to wear earrings. Later when I was between 8 and 10,we lived in a community in North Vancouver called Norgate park. My favourite stop was at the house at the end of the block where the woman made candy apples and she would invite us in and we would see her making them and then she would let us choose which one we wanted. Yum. So good. Not sure that people can do that anymore. Still remember wondering if she would notice if I knocked on her door twice. Then when I turned 10,we moved to a new neighbourhood in Upper Lonsdale,where we were told not to knock on the door of the house kiddy corner to us. The people were mean and a ghost lived there. Or so the story went.
Then I was a mother and we moved to a small island. In the 23 years here, I have only had kids knock on my door maybe twice. The tradition here is to go to the Halloween party put on by the Firemen. They have hot dogs,hot chocolate and a huge roaring bonfire. There are games and contests for the kids and believe or not,the first year we went, I won the prize for best costume. I did make a very good witch. <grin>
The photo next to this,is my daughter,the Halloween Leopard,which I think was 1988. Most years,we would celebrate the day at the Firehall but on occasions,we would find our way off island and she would be able to experience trick or treating.
Matty was a dinosaur last year.
I am really looking forward to this year. I have already tried to convince them that Halloween on Mayne Island is the place to be but unfortunately this year it’s on Monday and messes with work schedules etc. And I forgot to mention that Halloween party always ends with fireworks which are organized and set off my my son in law’s brother,Per. Click here to watch it.
