On Monday, someone asked me what I had done on Hallowe'en. When I said I'd gone trick or treating, one of the "mature" students gave me a withering look and said, "Aren't you too old for that?"
I said, "It's only the third time I've ever gone. And besides, there is a long tradition of mummers of all ages, and I did sing and dance for my candy."
After asking me how old I was, she just turned away from me with a scowl, presumably to talk with someone more grown up than me.
Can someone give me a really good reason for why trick-or-treating should be the sole demesne of preteens? Few children were actually out there, collecting candy. I saw plenty of university students. I'm sure I was the oldest person out there. Where are all the mummers? Am I the only New Brunswicker, thirty-something nonconservative enough to keep a fun tradition alive?
I wonder what this sanctimonious old biddy would do if I came janneying to her house at Christmas....
I said, "It's only the third time I've ever gone. And besides, there is a long tradition of mummers of all ages, and I did sing and dance for my candy."
After asking me how old I was, she just turned away from me with a scowl, presumably to talk with someone more grown up than me.
Can someone give me a really good reason for why trick-or-treating should be the sole demesne of preteens? Few children were actually out there, collecting candy. I saw plenty of university students. I'm sure I was the oldest person out there. Where are all the mummers? Am I the only New Brunswicker, thirty-something nonconservative enough to keep a fun tradition alive?
I wonder what this sanctimonious old biddy would do if I came janneying to her house at Christmas....
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Date: 2003-11-04 08:05 pm (UTC)From:no subject
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Date: 2003-11-05 03:49 am (UTC)From:I do find myself thinking that those of us older folks might provide more entertainment to win the treats -- sounds like you do, already.
And there's always hosting of masquerade balls or other costume parties if the house-to-house bit is too chilly. Why don't we have more masquerade balss at other times of year?
Cheers to you.
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Date: 2003-11-05 04:15 am (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2003-11-05 04:17 am (UTC)From:The costume is made of very nice materials. Black velvet, white cotton, and gorgeous ribbon trim. I got lots of compliments, and gave a deep, flourishing bow to each person I trick-or-treated.
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Date: 2003-11-05 04:18 am (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2003-11-05 04:19 am (UTC)From:I'm planning on going to an 80s-theme party on Friday. I have the most astounding dress to wear. I swear the shoulderpads come up to my ears! I think I'll wear this, patterned nylons, sneakers, and my hair in a side ponytail. Oh, and way too much blue eye liner and glossy pink lipstick, natch!
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Date: 2003-11-05 06:26 am (UTC)From:Halloween is the devil's holiday
Date: 2003-11-05 08:54 am (UTC)From:Re: Halloween is the devil's holiday
Date: 2003-11-05 09:22 am (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2003-11-05 09:56 am (UTC)From:Either way, I think they're dull unimaginative people
two words for that lame-o lady
Date: 2003-11-05 10:29 am (UTC)From:I'd still go trick-or-treating if I didn't think I'd be shot or beat to a pulp. My neighborhood ain't the nicest. :) But I've dressed up every year, even while attending this stodgy, conservative campus...
And AT LEAST YOU HAD A COSTUME! Of the dozen or so kids who came to our house, exactly *TWO* had a costume. Good ones, too. The others didn't bother. What's up with that? And it was even a really nice day, too- didn't have to cover the costume with a coat! Argh. Kids today. (Actually, it was probably their parents being too busy. I can understand that. But....c'mon, a sheet with holes, it takes two seconds....)
Regarding mummers: After reading the two links, I have come to the conclusion that the mummers in Philadelphia (http://mummers.com) are an especially offensive and mutated offshoot of a much more innocent, inclusive mumming tradition. What the irreverent drunken Boys-Only Clubs in Philly do on New Year's Day seems to bear little if any resemblance to ANYTHING described in these pages. Except for the drag. Philly mummers are scary! Eeep!
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Date: 2003-11-05 10:33 am (UTC)From:The smell of them can bring me back instantly to 7th grade. *shudder*
or maybe those were only popular in my neighborhood...you can never tell...*l*
Re: I'd do me.
Date: 2003-11-05 11:37 am (UTC)From:Holy Shit!
Date: 2003-11-05 11:40 am (UTC)From:Re: Holy Shit!
Date: 2003-11-05 01:45 pm (UTC)From:Logs - logs lead to fornication!! EEEEEEVIL!!!
Re: Halloween is the devil's holiday
Date: 2003-11-05 01:52 pm (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2003-11-05 01:53 pm (UTC)From:However, it's not customary, and so people will often think anyone over say 14 who's out trick-or-treating is mostly out for the tricks. The notion of adult strangers coming to your door in the night and asking for stuff might be uncomfortable or even frightening for some people. I know that fear of crime is probably not a big deal in F'ton, but it might be more so in urban areas.
As for why someone would care to be rude to you after the fact, well, that is a mystery.
Re: Halloween is the devil's holiday
Date: 2003-11-05 01:57 pm (UTC)From:Now I must go flagellate myself in order to repent for my sins.
PRAISE THE LORD!!!
(I can't keep this up much longer. Call the police!!!)
Re: I'd do me.
Date: 2003-11-05 02:00 pm (UTC)From:*boggles at the circles my thoughts are taking*
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Date: 2003-11-05 02:54 pm (UTC)From:One of them was a boy dressed as a Pakistanian who spoke with an affected Kwik-E-Mart accent. Very, very tacky....
None of the people who answered the doors seemed even remotely afraid of us. One middle-aged guy in a long, plaid man nighty hit on Kathryn in a rather repulsive manner, though.
I only rang on the doors of people who had decorated their homes and left their porch lights on. They knew what they were getting into!