With another holiday looming up ahead, and getting us ready for the autumn rush. So there I was in the middle of candy corn – candy corn in shapes of triangles, candy corn in shapes of pumpkins; it really doesn’t matter as long as I can make a meal out of it, and oh yes, I can definitely make a meal out of it.
I had to once again argue with Allyson how I thought she was too old to trick or treat. I just know there has to be a cut off limit. She said she wanted to take her cousin, who is only 5, trick or treating at the fall festival. It does give my sister somewhat of a break. And it does leave the candy table exposed. Candy apples, caramel apples, toffee apples, popcorn balls, bobbing for apples, assorted treatments of candy at the miscellaneous games, elephant ears, hot dogs, nachos, and my contribution, Goblin treats.
Everyone has a favorite, and of course mine is an apple covered in anything. Now you have to do the troll stroll down Main Street. Some of those little ones are too darned cute to be scary. And let me tell you, there are some hideous creatures down the streets where I grew up. That doesn’t even begin to include the ones there that are dressed up with their kids. Yikes!
Cameron said he was dressing as “Captain America!” Allyson said she would go as a witch again. I’m sure she will get the same jokes as last year, “Trying to look like twin sisters, huh?” “Don’t you know you have to be taller?” I am pretty sure Jess will be glad to sit this one out. Eugene will be able to do most of the sitting this year as Allyson rounds the tables with Cameron. He just loves to say, “I am Captain America!” I don’t really think he is concerned about getting candy in his bag. I don’t really
thinks he is worried so much about playing the game as he is, just as long as he gets to make his entrance. He will turn and say “This is Ally, shush- she is a witch.” “But don’t tell anybody.”
Either way, it makes for a fun evening. The Harvest Fall Festival begins early enough so you can tell your ghoul from another. You would hate to clean off one, and have brought home the wrong one. Some people may rather keep the one they brought home, instead of keep the one that belongs to them.
Down the road a ways, they will have the park walk closed off so you can walk the whole street. Either sides of the street, kids can go side to side and grab from either side with both hands, more candy than their bags will hold. The whole road is blocked off for traffic, for safety reasons.
Joyce, the lady who makes my hair beautiful one day, for me to make a catastrophe of it the following morning, lives on this street. Her Jimmy is up early to set up tables full of candy in Ziploc bags. He even brings extra bags from the local dollar stores in the event, one of the little ones overfill and there is a burst during overload, or there is not enough to bring home. Jimmy lets no child go home unattended to. Each child will go home with a full bag, a full belly, and probably a parent with a full trash bag the next morning.
You see the child will eat this one, mom will eat that and dad will eat the rest. There is one extra sized bag of candy that gets tossed away the following day, because we have to blame it on mom or dad, when the child notices his bag is smaller. It keeps kids in school, parents at work, and no doctor’s appointments for overstuffed children the next day.
Published October 27, 2011, Ruston Daily Leader, The Park Bench.