Halloween Changes

The grands were here last night

It was spooky out there, right?

“No Grandma, it wasn’t, it was still light”

How about now, that it’s dark

“No, it’s never scary at Grandpa’s house.”

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Did you have fun? “Mom is tired and sick.”

“Mom, I really don’t think we should be here

as we don’t want to get you sick.”

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“We saw a man looking out his window.

His house is all decorated.

No one was visiting his house.”

“As we drove by, Mom turned around

and we went back. Such a nice Mom”

“They gave us a lot of candy. They were so happy

that we were there. We were the only ones.”

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“Mom, we can’t stay long. I really need some rest.”

Okay, well, let’s get a few photos, and you can be on your way.

Thank you so much for coming, as you are our favorite

trick-or-treaters, actually, the only ones.

So thank you so much for coming! We love you!

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Author’s Note: It is a different world out there today. We lived in a large city and had probably 100 or more kids stop by our door for candy on Halloween. We moved to the rural farm country, and we have our grandchildren stop by, or we would have no one.

We love seeing their costumes, smiling faces, and when they show us their haul. The oldest grandson left his in the car as he is used to Grandpa going through and taking his favorites. Smart boy.

Our granddaughter missed a couple of days of school earlier in the week because of a cold; her mother appears to have picked it up.

Halloween has changed over the years. For Hubby and me, as kids, we would get way more candy than what our grandchildren think is a lot of candy. It would often be full-sized candy bars. We spent hours trick-or-treating.

I don’t remember Halloween parties on Halloween, but before Halloween. At school on Halloween sometimes. I never saw a truck or treat set up until we retired, or parties in churches and community centers on Halloween.

I heard of checking candy for poison or sharp items when my kids were going trick-or-treating. There was more fear for the parents, around kids going alone, that I don’t remember hearing anything about when I was growing up. My daughter goes house to house with her 11-12-year-olds.

Then a grandson, and two great-granddaughters photos were sent to me: