When I was a child, kids went out “Trick or Treating” with other kids. Adult escorts were only employed to take infants door-to-door so they could also participate. For most of the 20th Century, Halloween was a holiday dedicated to the empowerment of American children. When I began suiting up for it in the 1950s, it was the one day of the year when kids got to be the scary and powerful beings for a few hours. We even got paid for it in a currency we preferred – candy. 
from Meet Me in St. Louis (1944)
Sure, there were some clueless parents who tried to subvert the purpose of the holiday by dressing their girls as princesses instead of witches. There were middle of the road costumes like “hobo” and super-heroes that only implied danger. However, the most successful and popular efforts were monsters, aliens, or any kind of impossible or supernatural being. It was a large honor to be considered one of the scariest by the other kids.
It made no difference when I was a child what the origins and history of Halloween had been. I absorbed, accepted and immersed myself in what was presented to me at the time as normal. Getting candy and possibly being considered exceptionally scary were successful incentives. One of the most admirable qualities of children is their ability to adapt uncritically to the situations they find themselves in. Our child-self is the wellspring of our creativity. It all starts in play and imagination. The opportunity to reinvent yourself in some form you couldn’t possibly inhabit normally (just for one night) was an ideal platform for our artistic impulses.
The characters we wanted to dress up like were ones we had seen on TV and in movies or magazines. We boys obsessed over issues of Famous Monsters (of filmland) magazine. Not only was Famous Monsters magazine full of photos of scary and gory stuff, it had ads and articles on professional make-up used in the movies and TV shows. We could buy arcane and invaluable items like burnt cork, liquid latex, collodion and mortician’s wax. There were plans and designs we could use to manufacture our own masks and prosthetics. Today’s fantasy and horror make-up giants including Rick Baker, Rob Bottin and Tom Savini all began as readers and fans of Famous Monsters.
In those days you didn’t automatically get candy at the door just for showing up in costume. You had to do something to earn it. “Trick or Treat” really meant “Do a trick and you’ll get paid in treats.” My siblings and I learned to read earlier than most. In my family it was ordinary to be able to read the newspaper by age three. We didn’t think anything of it, but by the time I was five I realized that adults were impressed by it. That became our first trick. I wore a black cape made from a dyed sheet, and white makeup/black mascara on my face. I guess it was a sort of Goth drag, as would later become popular in “The Rocky Horror Picture Show”.
At each home I gave a short speech about possessing occult powers that made me “wise beyond my ears”, and offered to read any item of text presented to me. That produced a few polite claps and kudos for my cleverness, and candy, but I was just the warm-up act. I then made extravagant “magickal” gestures and produced my three-year old brother who was dressed in similar fashion. When he also was able to read anything from the newspaper to scientific textbooks, it got a big round of applause and we got a LOT more candy.
We got so much candy we had to make stops at home to empty our paper shopping bags. There were some people who gave out apples, but their houses got less traffic as the news got out. The adults knew what we were there for – MORE SUGAR! After four hours of canvassing neighborhoods we might end up with two or three bags full apiece. Of course we couldn’t begin to consume this mountain of milk chocolate. It circulated through the neighborhoods and schools over the following weeks as trade goods to get baseball cards, dolls or whatever else we cared to barter for. As our bellies grew and our teeth rotted, we dreamed of being big and scary, and awaited the next issue of Famous Monsters.
Mike. You make me smile! Just loved this walk down Halloween memory lane.
I’m so glad you enjoyed it! I’m going to write about the symbolism represented by some of the classic monster tales next. (owOOOOoooo!)
The most irksome thing these days are the people who don’t celebrate Halloween b/c it has Pagan roots and and are down on Harry Potter. It’s a book, people. I personally think Halloween is great for 3 things A) it makes scary less scary. B) it lets the youngins have an imagination (God forbid) and C) candy, which in a weird sort of way fosters the idea of giving.. I miss trick-or treating. Seriously.
Last year we didn’t get a single trick-or-treater b/c people are just too scared of people razor blading or LSDing the candy. Even when we lived in a decent neighborhood, trick or treaters were few.
My friend, after she found fundamentalism won’t have a Xmas tree in her house b/c it was Pagan. Mind you, I see nothing wrong with being a Pagan or snatching nifty things off of them like putting a tree in your house.
Jesus wept, but Jesus Himself would have to come up to me personally, tap me on the shoulder and say “Hello there, thou sinner. Cast aside thy Santa Clause you got when you were 4 years -old and those 9 billion Strawberry Shortcake ornaments you collect and hang on thy fake tree before I send you to the Lake of Fire where you shall burn for eternity. Merry Christmas!”
Despite my disdain for “woo-woo”, I believe there’s are forces at work in the world and in our lives we have little understanding of. But I don’t put much stock in the idea that current generations must pay for the sins of their ancestors. I’m trying to be more inclusive than my (undoubtedly) racist, sexist, xenophobic forebears.
As you can imagine, Hallowe’en is my favorite time of year. Favorite. I’m a little ball of excitement for the entire month of October. Giddy. It’s ridiculous. This year, the husband and I will be going to the town Hallowe’en get-together as Sonny and Cher. I’m Sonny, and he’s Cher. It’s gonna be FABULOUS.
That would be soooo cool!!!
I hope you get some good pix and post them on your site. Sounds like a grand time.
Pancakes are scary.
OwoOOOO…ow, ow howoooooo!
I love Halloween! I’m not sure what I’m going to be this year though. (Yes, I still dress up. I AM LEGALLY STILL A CHILD, DAMMIT!) Oh, and of course, I was never a princess for Halloween. I was a Dalmatian my first Halloween, and other costumes of yore included: cat (like 7 times), a witch, a pajama girl (I’m not sure what it is either), and Batgirl. Haha.
In the DC universe you would be either a female Brainiac or one of the Bizarros.
Ahahaha, neither of those are very attractive for National Dress Like a Slut and Not Get Lectured for It Day. I should’ve gone as Lady Gaga.
You certainly have some agreeable opinions and views. Your blog provides a fresh look at the subject.
Thank you for dropping by to comment. I would do the same on your blog, but unfortunately I do not read Polish. (I also received some comments in Russian, but I can’t understand them. I hope the authors are not offended by my deleting them.)