How Halloween Really Rocked in the 80s

Razor Blades & Popcorn: Why I Miss Halloween of My Youth

How Halloween Really Rocked in the 80s

Was Halloween Better in the 80s? | YummyMummyClub.ca

Only a few more sleeps until Halloween, and if you blink, it's going to suddenly be October 30 and you’re standing in the department store with a sobbing child forced to choose between “Ugly Troll with Wart” or “Super Ugly Troll with Multiples Warts” costumes. This is a busy time of year in Canada and while many of us still have leftover cranberry sauce in the fridge after Thanksgiving, there are now also pumpkins to be carved and candy treats to be bought/hidden/consumed and bought again.
My kids have been planning their costumes for weeks, and this Halloween is special because it likely marks the last time my 16 year-old daughter will be actively participating in the trick or treat tradition - this year at a party, but likely some door-to-door involved as well. I told her this will be her last year because generally I think the door-to-door candy-taking should cease once you’ve started shaving, but I'd still give candy to anyone who asks - especially considering some 12 year-olds are 6 ft tall these days and children are forced to grow up too soon a lot of the time anyway. She wasn’t happy about this, and asked me how old I was when I stopped trick-or-treating. This got me thinking about how different things were when we were young – “we” being anyone who knows what it means to actually “dial” a telephone.
On Halloween we went dressed in full costume to school and often showed little regard for being appropriate or politically sensitive. Many of us had our costumes designed at 6pm the night before Halloween, and they consisted of items within reach at the moment our mothers cried “What do you mean I need to bake 36 Halloween themed cupcakes for a bake sale for tomorrow?” I went out more years than I can count as one incarnation or another of the three time-tested standbys: a ghost, a hobo, or some sort of heavily-made up punk rocker/movie star/child sized lady-of-the-night. Sure, some of these were completely inappropriate, but you have to give a begrudging sort of respect to an adult willing to let her nine year-old daughter walk around in the dark in a pair of black patent pumps for the sake of a handful of chocolate.  But we were safe; our fathers followed us around the neighbourhood, flasks of special "warming elixir" in hand. By the end of the block they’d all smell of Canadian Club and no request for “just a few more houses” was ever denied.

No one checked our candy, although every year we all personally knew someone whose cousin’s neighbour’s best friend had had their throat cut open by a razor blade hidden in an apple. We wound up with piles of home popped popcorn, doled out in tiny old lady fistfuls and tied up with twist ties in pink Kleenex. We ate it; we ate everything handed to us whether it was in tissue or plastic wrap, store bought or not. We lined up at the houses that gave the best treats and the secret and magical underground kid communication channel never took long to disclose the location of houses giving full size candy bars or cans of pop. Looking back, I can tell you that a piece of my spirit died the year I was first given a travel-size tube of toothpaste.
We didn't need flashlights, or safety stripes, or glow sticks or illuminated walkways. We ran in packs of tin-foil haloed angels and flowered bed sheet ghosts guided only by the glow of our father’s cigarettes. Things are very different now, and many changes are for the best; allergies are a real scare and denser populations mean more traffic risk and the world is just different now, and Halloween had to change. I just hope our kids look back with the same wonder and amazement as we can. I also hope that this year, someone somewhere gives them a full size chocolate bar or can of pop.

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Canadian Thanksgiving: Better Pie & Less Wacky Marshmallow Ideas

For two close countries, we can be very different at celebrating

Canadian Thanksgiving: Better Pie & Less Wacky Marshmallow Ideas

How Canadian and American Thanksgiving are different

Canadians and Americans have many common interests and traditions - Thanksgiving amongst them. However, we are two completely different countries with our own ideas of how things should be done ....cough cough ...Donald Trump... cough cough... so it's no surprise that the same holiday is experienced in unique ways in each nation. 

Unless you’re currently lost in a cornstalk maze or you’ve hit your head pumpkin-picking, you know that the countdown to Canadian Thanksgiving has begun. Spicy $7 lattes and rotting leaves scent the now chilly morning air, and we are less than a week from National Elastic Waistband Day. It's high time you started thinking about defrosting the 86 kilo turkey you won in the church raffle and get the kids started on the annual search for Grandma's antique gravy boat she brought wrapped in her skirts from the Old Country. (Hint: It’s in the sandbox.)
There’s a lot to do to get ready for the feasting day and there isn’t a long time to do it, but here's a quick beginners guide to help you understand the primary differences between the Canadian and American Thanksgiving holidays. 

The Celebration Day

Although most Canadians are lucky enough to enjoy a long weekend for Thanksgiving, we’d all be well served to look south for some new holiday traditions to adopt, because Americans typically enjoy a four-day extravaganza when it’s their turn to celebrate Turkey Day. Yes, for not only do our next-door neighbours have the better selection of high-octane sugar cereals, they also get more time off come Thanksgiving. I’m fairly certain we can blame the metric system somehow.

The Feast

Canadians celebrate Thanksgiving on the second Monday in October, while Americans have their turn a month and a half month later in late November. This is because the majority of Canadian farmland is frozen solid by November and we’d have to celebrate using only canned lima beans and what’s left of the year bumper crop of zucchini. You can put as many canned fried onions on that casserole as you’d like; no one is going to eat anything called “Zucchatravaganza” - and I’ve tried. But what really matters is that we celebrate with family and friends over an abundance of culinary riches in remembrance and appreciation for the sacrifices made by all the peoples of this land who came before us.

Americans do similarly, except they add marshmallows. To like, EVERYTHING. 


The Pies 

Canadians are a lovely bunch and they typically go for the traditional when it comes to pies: pumpkin with whipped cream, butter tarts, or maybe a cheesecake if your family is comprised of avant garde risk-takers who don't mind their children being ridiculed for their leftovers in their lunches. 

Americans bring it when it comes to dessert, with their choices often getting so crazy that I've heard tales of people offering guests pies made from sweet potatoes.


Dear god. It's...I.. what's next? Cranberry relish from a can?  It's madness.

The Day After 

By the point we’re back at our desks dreaming of stuffing and turkey sandwiches, our Americans friends are just warming up. After their Thanksgiving meal comes the perennial American tradition: the plan of attack for Black Friday shopping sales. Flyers are consulted and routes are mapped. Comfortable shoes are laced and credit cards are loaded and ready, because what better way to further acknowledge the bounty of a fertile land built on pioneering spirit than to stand in line for a $2 musical waffle iron.

What do Canadians do?

We sit around and ponder the chances of the snow blower starting next week on the first pull.  

The Sports  

Americans may have their football on several channels, as well as games on front lawns across their great nation.

Canadians have other athletic endeavors they take part in: first, there's the endurance event of scrubbing gravy-covered dishes or maybe the mad dash to peeing in the forest or a freezing outhouse up at the cottage before you close it for the season. In our family, we also host a yearly fist fight, the loser of which has to wash the roasting pan.

The Risks 

Thanksgiving is a very risky holiday. There are risks: cooking (burns), feasting (choking), sports (sprains, breaks, bruises), and family (strains from eye rolling; pulling a muscle rushing to change the topic when Uncle Fred has one beer too many and wants to talk "the bullshit state of politics in this country;" cutting yourself slashing Uncle Fred's tires... the list is endless.

These calamities could easily befall either Canadian or American Thanksgiving celebrants, but if they happen in Canada, you're only out $17 for hospital parking and a second slice of pie. 

In the United States you need to sell your house and a kidney.  

But no matter how distinct the differences between us and our American neighbours, ultimately we all have the same goal for a successful Thanksgiving holiday: having a relaxing day spent being thankful for loved ones and good food, and not drawing the short straw when it comes to who has to be designated driver. 

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