Thanks to all of you nice people who responded to – and obviously identified with – my post last night about old-fashioned Halloweens in small, neighbourly places like Queensborough. It is such a good feeling to know that many of us experienced those same happy times in out-of-the-way rural places, and I like the fact that we can share the memories amongst ourselves. It’s like we’re all in the same rural-childhood club. Which, given the fact that the kids from rural areas were never, in my experience, allowed to be the cool kids, is rather nice. A club of our own!
I just wanted to follow up by saying that my first Halloween at the Manse in Queensborough in almost 40 years went swimmingly. There were a lot of charming little trick-or-treaters at the door, so much so that I had to package up a few more bags of treats than expected. I think we may well have hit a total of 40 or more, and I credit Raymond’s excellently carved jack-o-lanterns (which you can see lit up in the accompanying photo of our ever-so-spooky – okay, not so much – Manse) for that. Who wouldn’t want to visit a Manse with those welcoming jack-o-lanterns out front?
We had a few Spidermen, and a witch, and a fairy, and a Batman, and skeletons, and someone from Despicable Me, and even a little panda, who was utterly adorable. And they all very politely said “Thank you!” for the candy.
It was a happy Halloween all round. I hope yours was too!