Sex and Halloween Memories
It’s coming!
I have three sex and Halloween I-Was-There stories to relate. They stay vivid in my mind, I guess, because those memories are tinted with a hint of sex.
1) My Mother Gets Mooned in her own house on Halloween. It happened in my parents’ old homestead house and I was just a little kid. It was the fourth or fifth visit by trick-or-treaters. My mother had the plastic pumpkin bowl in her hand and opened the door. This big matron-like woman burst past her with about eight kids older than I. She was dressed like a gypsy with long skirts, beads, and with the Long Ranger kind of mask.
Gypsy-woman starts tearing around the living room, dining room, kitchen //shotgun architecture// And my mother is screaming. Everybody’s screaming, me too. Gypsy-woman grabs the bowl of candy and dumps it all into a sack one of the kids holds for her. My mother’s yelling, help, police, help!
Then the gypsy-woman blows a whistle that was strung around her neck and all eight kids scrammed out the door. She then turns toward my hysterical mother, spins around again, lifts her skirts and moons Mom with a bare ass. Immediately my mother is silent. Who was that masked woman, I should have asked.
Next day we found out; she was one of Falconi’s daughters; Falconi was the biggest big-bucks guy in Washington county and the gypsy woman was someone my Mom sewed dresses for. My Mom and the Gpysy-woman laughed about that Halloween for years.
2) They Came To My house in Highland Park for the first year we were there. Joan and I handed out candy, then dimes and quarters. For a good while, there was no more trick-or-treaters. Joan called it a night. After she went upstairs, the chimes rang. I opened the door to a swanky well-dress dame. No mask. I was wondering why she wasn’t wearing any costume. I gave her four quarters anyway. Joan came down and I told her about our last visitor. I had heard about travesties and I got to learn about cross-dressers. Halloween for them all year round?
3) Back At My Parents’ house, I found out years later that each year after we kids left to go trick-or-treat, my Dad would place a wad of toilet paper between the front door’s doorbell’s clapper and round bell surface that makes the electric bell ring. Then they went to bed after he locked the bedroom door. Now more aware, I counted up nine months from Halloween. Amen.
It Wasn’t That Long ago when it was safe to venture out alone to trick-or-treat. Nowadays, Halloween night has to be held in a complex’s rec building, supervised. Or a church hall. A school auditorium. A police station house.
I came across an interesting location for Halloween this year — at the Bronx Zoo. Boo at the Zoo is a New York City Halloween tradition. Magic Shows… storytelling… music… costume parades… pumpkin painting… face painting… treats and giveaways. Can you set up something like this for your local community? //only costumed human zoo animals allowed, of course. Much better to require a dress code of homemade costumes from stuff found at home. Then guys short on costume money can come and feel okay about this Halloween scene//.
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Good stories, mate, they made me laugh my ass off! I remember the good old halloween days… I’m definitely going to make hallows eve more enjoyable for my kids than my parents did for me.
Right on, seecret. Don’t forget bobbing in the tub of water for apples. Take care now.
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I was too old to trick or treat but I still wanted to riot when my town passed a curfew on Halloween. Some people were trying to even push for only allowing trick-or-treating during daylight hours. Do adults have to ruin everything that makes childhood fun in the name of safety? Most of the best parts of childhood have the line “I can’t believe no one got serious hurt.” Children need time to be children, they need to experience life on their own. We wake our kids up, drive them to school, pick them up from school, take them to little league or soccer practice, help them with their home work have dinner and then tuck them in for the night. Sounds like a great parent, but when does that kid get to explore? When do they get to just do the stupid things that kids do simply because they’re kids?
I was lucky enough to live in a nice neighborhood with other kids, parks, woods and other places to just screw around. I’d take off and my mom didn’t worry, we didn’t have cell phones but there were only about a half dozen friends within walking distance or the park, she could find me if she needed to. I work in the field of childhood development, kids need time to be kids, if they had that time there might be a lot fewer kids on medications.
I grew up in a similar way, we lived in a small town in the country where no one worried about things. My friends backyard basically was just woods, so we spent countless hours fishing and builind tree forts and swimming. I knew what it was like to just be a kid and care about nothing. We did shit just to have fun with no one to tell us “you can’t do that because it’s not safe.”
We live in a country ruled by fear, and fear is freedom’s antagonist. The need for security is fueled purely by fear, so if one want’s to be secure, they have to relinquish their freedom. I, on the other hand, will not accept that. I will brave the fear and forget security to MY freedom!
Aren’t we all in tune! I too grew up in a small town in the country that was between (Little) Washington, Penna. and Pittsburgh, Penna. No one bothered anyone. We kids would often go off without telling our parents where we were going and be back at supper time, around 5 or 6 p.m. And go off again. One of my buddies did have a curfew and his old man would whistle and yell his name, Joey, Joey, and the kid would be nearby and make it home in time. We all thought that was strange — a curfew.
We went fishing and off into the woods but for swimming, there was the town pool. The big event was the annual picnic at Kennywood which was an amusement park. Such and such was our day. You may not have been old enough to drive but you and the guys could take your dates there on the Kennywood Special train. Whole families went; it was a family affair. There was rarely any crime or delinquency maybe because my time was before drugs. The classes at school were small and there were places on the school teams of sports where you could try out for and usually make the team because there was little competition. You had the change of the four seasons. Something to look forward to, to do in each season. I was fortunate to grow up in this small town of about 12,000.
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