Halloween isn't fun anymore. Time was when my family would go to great lengths to decorate and make it a fun time. The girls would dress up and usually Dad would take them out for their trick-or-treating after our usual rushed Halloween supper of hot dogs. I would stay at the house and give out the candy to the children that came to the door. I enjoyed it. I loved seeing the costumes of especially the little trick-or-treaters. The girls would get home with their bags, usually heavier than they could carry on their own. They'd be allowed to empty out all their bounty and after inspection, they could eat everything they wanted until it was time to get cleaned up and ready for bed. Once they finished for the night, everything that was left over got put up and rationed out over the next months.
I don't know when things changed but I started to fear for the safety of my children as they were out going around the neighborhood. Even when they got older we made sure that there was an adult with them....at least accompanying them from driveway to driveway. They weren't allowed to eat anything from their bags until they got it back home and each and every piece was checked. Anything that wasn't wrapped up was thrown out, which was a shame 'cause as a kid I always loved home-made popcorn balls.
And eventually the trick-or-treaters stopped being so cute. When teenage kids came to my door looking like they just stepped off the school bus and onto my front door, I started thinking about how much longer things could continue as they had. When older kids were being transported into our neighborhood from others and started taking the fun from the smaller children, it really stopped being fun. When older kids started complaining about the treats that were being handed out, I said, "That's it!"
Since that time the world as a whole has realized that things just weren't the same. I'm glad to see that the whole Halloween thing is being monitored more closely. Parents are getting more involved. Churches and schools are making it safer and more fun for the kids. Even some Emergency Rooms are offering to x-ray bags of candy for foreign object. I wouldn't take anything for the years of trick-or-treating that my brother and I had. Or for the years that my own kids had. But I'm glad that I can just turn out my front porch light and not have to deal with it anymore.
Welcome to Weezers Haven. Why 'Weezer'? It's what my grandbabies call me and that in itself is another story (ever see 'Steel Magnolias'?)
I am the mother of three daughters and the grandmother to four granddaughters. (Even the dog is a girl.) I am a retired pediatric nurse, a Christian of 'getting stronger' faith, and a reliable prayer warrior. I love to eat bacon cheeseburgers and drink too many diet cokes. Diet A&W is my biggest weakness.
I am not a person of great or many words. Here, you won't find long compositions. I am a visual person and often use my own photos to make a point or illustrate an idea.
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When a daughter begins to ask about the past, she is beginning to spread her wings.
A woman needs to understand where she comes from so that she may better choose where she wants to go.
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Parents rejoice in watching their daughter go about her life. Her confident stride tells of a woman comfortable with who she's become, and happy with where she's heading.