Trick or Treat, Smell My Feet
Give me something good to eat
Not too big
Not too small
Just the size of Montreal
I remember chanting this old rhyme in school, but I’d never think of actually saying it at the door! I don’t think the old timers back home would have been very amused!
But Halloween was and still is a highlight I’m sure. Nowadays kids get their parents to take them to the best neighbourhoods in cars, and almost treat shop. In my old fogey days, we just went around our own community, and maybe the next one. My community at the time consisted of about 65 people, so you’d expect that I didn’t get quite the haul of kids today.
But that’s not true, with a lot less kids, and everyone knowing everyone I still hauled home a huge bag of loot! Of course there were always a few dreaded apples (I mean I had an apple tree, why’d I want store apples?) But lots of great candy too.
Rockets, chips, and even those molasses candy that you could chew for days (I actually like those), salt water taffy, peppermint knobs, spearmint leaves.
Costumes were often just a mask, because the best we were likely to see was a paper store bought ones, and to be honest they didn’t fit well over a parka or ski-doo suit. I remember one Halloween night walking down Ralph’s driveway and the snow blowing sideways, sticking to the fence palings.
Anyway, I hope you got lots of ghosts and goblins last night and that everyones kids had a great time. I know the kid in me did 🙂
- Trick or treat, smell my feet, give me something good to eat. (bangordailynews.com)
Raised in outport Newfoundland in a town of 65 people, I pursued a post secondary diploma in Information Technology right out of High School.
I’ve always been a geek at heart, but yet I love the rural life I grew up with. Fishing, hunting, camping and the great outdoors are still loves of mine, even if I don’t pursue them as often as I once did. Sports were always a big part of our lives, and I played many (badly) and loved them all.
Trick or Treat, Smell My Feet
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