I recently found out I am of the 'Lost Generation'. Those poor souls born at the tail end of the baby boomers but didn't quite make the mark to be seriously considered for Generation X.
In other words, we are the generation who didn't have careers already established before computers came on the scene, and we are the generation who never got the computer training in school, because most of our schools couldn't afford them when they first started rolling off the assembly line.
However, I digress.
This piece is about a favorite Halloween memory. The backdrop is a time, not too long ago, when one knew their neighbors. When children actually played outside in the sunshine. When one didn't worry about what they ate, being politically correct or staying out after sundown.
The time was 1977.
I was in 6th grade that year. My mother had informed me that since I was on the cusp of becoming a teenager, this would be my last Halloween.
I was devastated.
You see, Halloween was really special back then. It wasn't all horror, gore, and Freddy Kruger.
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Wednesday, October 27, 2010
Halloween: From a Lost Generation Perspective
It was a time of bon-fires. Of hayrides, bobbing for apples and the Keetch's haunted corn maze.
It was who grew and carved the biggest pumpkin, salted pumpkin seeds warm from the oven and sharing fresh apple cider and homemade powder sugar donuts (that left nifty little white mustaches.)
It was of garages turned into haunted houses, complete with cold 'intestines' pasta, peeled 'eyeball' grapes, Jell-O 'for brains' and a multitude of gross food items that when blindfolded, could freak even the strongest of us kids out.