Everyone Is Entitled To My Opinion -On Halloween Candy and Candy Corn
by Paul Big Bear
So we are now into November, Sunday morning we set the clocks back an hour, if you forget and your alarm clock awakens you at eight for church it is really seven O’clock because we now have a longer day? Really? Also this is the month that in days gone by signaled the beginning of the Christmas Season as Christmas movies came out in the theaters, Christmas shows and specials came on TV, Christmas music was played on the radio, and Christmas decorations appeared everywhere.
Speaking of days gone by, how many candy bars did you have left from your Halloween trick or treating by the second of November? How many had you traded? And, did you really eat the candy corn (it is neither candy nor corn). Tootsie rolls, Mary Jane, Smarties, and Jolly Ranchers usually were traded to my sisters for Baby Ruth, Snickers, M&M’s, Oh Henry, and my favorite Heath bars. Chicklets, Life Savors, fruit, and cookies usually were saved for when the good stuff was consumed and you still wanted something sweet to eat.
Did your parents insist that you wait until you got home to eat anything? Did they dump your sugary loot out and determine what you could and could not eat, running a magnet over it, searching for any breach in the wrapper seal, or cutting into your apples and pears to assure no one had tampered with anything? My mother would look in my bag of tasty treasure and congratulate me on a nice haul. Later when I was older I discovered that what she was doing was looking to see what she and Dad would later pilfer.
We had no worries like today’s kids; we went out and knocked on doors until we had knocked on every door with lights on. We laughed we traded, we had fun. Yes Halloween was a night of fun without parents (we weren’t quick enough to realize that every house there were parents watching out for our safety.) Oh, and just in case you don’t believe me about Candy Corn, no one ate it, we usually would throw those little morsels of oil at each other as we walked our way home, and just in case you need further proof of the inedibility of Candy Corn, the next day that we walked to school it was still there for another impromptu battle, you see the birds and the squirrels wouldn’t eat it either.