I have very fond memories of Halloween as a kid. I come from a large, Mexican familia and my cousins always used to come over to our house cause we lived in a nice suburban neighborhood (read: lots of white people with awesome candy). Bless those people who were as naive as to leave the bowl with a note saying “take one only please”. Who the hell are you kidding! One time I saw this kid roll up with his pillow case and dump the whole effin dish in his bag. The trick o’ treat posse would be huge! How our parents managed to wrangle us all and keep us in line is beyond me.
The best part was getting home with our bounty, we all sat on the floor, dumped our respective plastic pumpkins and while the parents sifted through it for razor blade apples and questionable loot, that was when the swapping began. Every kid is partial to their favorites and I was no exception, trading the chalky and chewy shit for chocolate. A connoisseur since as far back as I can remember. Screw the pretzels and raisins, bring on the M&M’s!
I know for a fact that the raisins were the first thing to go. EFF THAT. Healthy shit on Halloween? BOO on you… talk about a waste of valuable plastic pumpkin space. I don’t get the hippies nowadays who are all about healthy Halloween, “trade your candy in for toys at the dentist”… seriously?! Who are you people and why are you trying to ruin the memories of your children by taking away the ONE time a year when they can have a cracklike sugar binge while dressed like something else? Shame on you.
Speaking of something else, my Mother was always a crafty type of person and always insisted on making our costumes. If there is anything I cherish the most of my childhood Halloween memories and experiences, was how much love and effort Mom put in to make us look awesome.
I managed to dig these up in the ole Ivonne archives and well… look at this awesome, 70’s and early 80’s explosion.
My sister Bee looks thrilled to be a bunny in this photo. She reminds me of the kid in The Christmas Story. I on the other hand am all proud of myself, sassing the camera in my bad ass cheetah get up.
I believe the angel costume was in 2nd or 3rd grade. The only reason I figure is cause that was my elementary school in the back. I used to play Star Wars with all the boys in the giant tractor tires cause I always wore Leia buns to school. Man, I wish I had pictures of that shit.
And the piece de’ resistance! Mom got kinda slacky on the home made costume front, her Dad had died around Halloween that year. Regardless, us clueless children who didn’t understand that people die and people mourn, still wanted our Halloween. All the family was coming over to our house every night to pray the rosary, like rabid Mexican-Catholics do. The cousins were coming over so Mom rigged together a martian get up.
I don’t know what is worse, the shorts, sneakers, the awkward pre-teen phase where I was built like an apple on stilts or the shorts riding up my crotch like a codpiece. Good times.
On that note I leave you. Have an awesome Halloween… I am sad to see it come and go far too quick.