The all-vintage booty includes: A Gurley Jack-o-Lantern candle, 3 creepy B & W postcards, black paper streamers, orange buttons, black seam binding, a beaded black flower and an October 1958 'Children's Playmate' magazine with swell graphics.Here's how to win: Leave me a comment here and tell me about the best ~ or worst ~ trick or treat prize you ever got. If you don't have one, make one up. We don't have any fact checkers on staff here. And besides, if I've taught you anything girls, I've taught you to never let the truth get in the way of a good story. I'll choose my favorite a week from today, on October 20th.
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12 comments:
The worst trick ever...went to a Halloween party, and everyone failed to mention that my ex's new girlfriend was going to be there. I was a witch; she was a cute farmer girl. And,this was a pretty recent break up. Went home, drowned myself in Reese's cups, and moved on! Farmer girl dumped him a few months later! lol!!
Oh I would love this box of goodies to arrive at my house! OK my story of the best trick or treat prize is this. When I was in 4th grade and lived in So Calif, in our neighborhood lived the man who played Sgt Garcia on the TV show ZORRO (we are talking in the late 50's). It was a thrill to go to his house to trick or treat and he gave out boxes of Cracker Jacks! Now that was a big deal in those days. He would be at the door himself. If you don't remember him from that series he was the big fat guy and very funny. We as kids were not allowed to 'bother' him except at Halloween. So that's my silly story! Oh and of course I'm a faithful follower of OGT! hugs, Linda
In Texas waaaaaay back in 1961, someone slipped an extremely pretty and extremely HOT little pepper in our Trick or Treat Bags. For little kids that was darn mean and I hope that trick came back to bite the idiot in the butt!!
Worst trick- when I was 7, I wanted to be the red power ranger... I begged adn pleaded with my mom to make me a costume, and she did it was all felt and SUPER cool, except somewhere in the mix up my mother decided "yellow" would be better for me... as we all know they Yellow Ranger is a girl... and me being a boy, well needless to say it did me NO FAVORS at school haha! It was a really cool costume, just the wrong color and to make matters WORSE when ever we'd pass a classmate that would make fun of me, my Mother in all her wisdom would say "Yellow? Why He's the GOLD Ranger!" FACE/PALM haha!
I love Halloween, LOVE the dressing up part, do not love the "begging" for candy part. worst Halloween someone dressed up a swampman at our Church's party, dripping mud and everything.. I was fairly little (wink) and he came up behind me, and I got so scared I wet myself! So what a bun bag of goodies, I would beg for THAT bag!
I went as a robot in probably 7th grade when we lived in Orchards, Washington. It was a big box - not quite refrigerator size that I had made to look like a robot...heater duct arms, knobs, spray painted silver...I was a good robot. After trick or treating awhile the neighborhood bullies decided to try and take my bag of candy from me. I quickly pulled my candy into the box with me - squatted down inside the refuge of the box and screamed at the top of my lungs. The neighbor bullies kicked the box a bit and tried to knock it over. They could not get at me...like a turtle hiding in a shell I was safe.
The best treat ever.... an older couple in our neighborhood would give us a handful of dimes!! This was is the late 1960's so it was huge! The worst trick would be the mean kids who would steal our pumpkin and smash it in the road. I would cry and cry over my poor pumpkin!
Blessings
Linda
Waaaahhhh. My first Halloween wasn't until I was 20 years old because my mom was a JW and didn't allow me to celebrate Halloween. I had so much fun celebrating my first Halloween at 20 years old! I dressed up as a boring witch but for me it was fantastic to finally be able to do it.
My neighborhood was a Wonder Years kind of place. We spent HOURS trick-or-treating. The dentist always gave out dental floss, the principal gave out flashcards and the crazy cat lady gave out popcorn balls (we never ate them, but the neighborhood was strewn with them for weeks afterward). As I entered high school my friend and I wanted to trick-or-treat, but instead we would lie in the front yard with a big knife across our chest and scream. My favorite memory is when we attached a string to a full sized Snickers and left it on the porch. When kids squealed at their find we pulled it away. So much fun. In the meantime my brothers would hand out frozen pizza rolls and pickles (they always hid this from the kids who would later find them). I love Halloween.
My worst trick or treat was the sweet old lady who handed out large cups (not paper) of hot cider. We had to sit there and drink a whole cup of cider and "chat" with this lady.
We had places to go and candy to collect. She didn't seem to understand.
I love Halloween.
It's been hundreds of years since I was of trick-or-treating age! The plastic masks from the 1970's with the elastic around the back of your head to keep it on were difficult to breathe through and I'm sure the experience of wearing them contributed to my adult claustrophobia.
Worst Halloween trick happened to me in 1967, when I was in 2nd grade and my brother was in 1st grade. While we were in school on Halloween day, our mom had brought down the box of hand-me-down Halloween costumes (we were a family of eight kids, so hand-me-downs were the order of the day) for us kids to try on. When we came home from school, my brother took out a monster-face mask out of the box and made scary noises at me. I told him to stop but he didn't so I pushed him away from me.
Alas, I pushed him hard enough that he broke a nearby window and fell through it. We were on the first floor, so he wasn't hurt from falling and didn't get hurt from the broken glass either. Nevertheless, our mom was furious and barred us from going trick-or-treating that night!
If that wasn't bad enough, our three older sisters stopped to trick-or-treat at the convent, where the nuns who taught us at the parochial school lived. The nuns asked where my brother and I were, and our sisters told them what had happened.
When our sisters came home and told us about the nuns, I could have DIED from shame knowing that the nuns had been informed of my naughtiness! I think that was worse punishment than not being able to go trick-or-treating.
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