Every October our local schools have their parent/teacher conferences. Teachers spend extra hours at the schools talking to parents. They spend extra time gathering papers for a portfolio and printing report cards. It is definitely a job I am not cut out for. But what I am cut out for is giving candy away. So, I spend a couple hours putting on make-up, putting on a wig, and dressing up like Mary Sanderson. My friend, Beckie, dresses up like Winnie Sanderson. My daughter, Brytnee, dresses up like Sarah Sanderson. Then we walk the halls of a couple of the local schools giving candy to the teachers and staff. I think the teachers enjoy it. I know I do.
Until I was eleven years old, I lived in Preston, Idaho. When I was growing up, Halloween was a town event. My mother worked at the local bank. Everyone who worked there dressed up for the entire day. They also had a guessing candy game. One year I had the closest number of guesses and brought the jar home. Not only were employees at the bank dressed up but also at Kings, gas stations, the library, grocery store, etc. The children wore costumes to school for the whole day. School parties were filled with games and treats. Then at night we went trick or treating. And I mean the real way! Without parents, walking miles and miles with a pillow case, knowing which houses gave out the BIG bars, and coming home after dark. I remember my mom asking where we went and when I told her she was surprised because that house was 10 miles away (one way) from where we lived. Then came the sorting! There was the “I like pile” (snickers, milk duds, dots, etc) the “I dislike pile” (smarties and dumb ...
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