taking candy from the neighbors

So last night, Halloween we set out to make the most of this annual event. when i got back from work I took the kids out around the neighborhood to ring door bells and pan handle for some goodies.
makenzie already knew the routine so she was chomping at the bit to get out there and blown down the street like a witch on a nimbus 2000. ethan had to be coaxed down the street and i eventually carried him to the first couple of doors.
the first door cracked me up because makenzie stood there after receiving her sweet treat as if she were part of some union and was not going to go until she got just one more. as we went to the next house ethan could tell the the plastic pumpkin that her sister was hoisting down the street had a new ring to it. he quickly wanted to get down and check it out. i let him hold his pumpkin at the second door but had to quickly retrieve it before he sunk any one of his three teeth into the bounty he took.
in one of these pictures you can see ethan and makenzie standing at a door. makenzie being the older wiser sister of the halloween tradition it was a learning opportunity for her to teach ethan that we wait until we get back to the house to crack any of these goodies open. as we got up to the door, the moment before was ethan following his sister like a hawk. kenzie now trapped at the door and ethan goes up to try and take some of makenzies candy. makenzie told him to go and pound sand and moved the jack-o-lantern out of reach.
he did not want to be in the outfit let alone be told that he could not have a treat for walking down this street and knocking on doors. at some point he managed to sneak an orange sucker away from his sister. i though that the clear wrapper would be too much for his tres tooths but eventually his sweet tooth prevailed and he got it into his mouth. then he was happy and he followed his sister around to each stop.
the fun came to an abrupt end when i realize that he has orange hands, orange cheeks, and was starting to get the chicken costume to match his legs in color. then we headed back to the house where chicken little went down for the first nap of the day and did not wake up until about 8:30 at the ward party.

halloween memories in turner

Lauren
I remember i was a pumpkin when i was 12 or 13...maybe 14. Who in their right mind is still a pumpkin when they're that old?! Apparently the nerdy, already round Lolly.

Mum

the best Halloween memory I have is when we spent the entire evening in the emergency room because Claire fell out of the white Buick headfirst onto concrete as she saw me coming back to the car with a shopping bag full of candy from Albertsons.

We ended the night at a steak house (the only customers in there) as your inane parents tried to console you with a "good steak dinner treat" rather than candy. The steak house closed not long after our visit. but after a few years of wackiness. Claire now seems to be just perfect!

Claire
I don't remember this, but I've been told that when I was young, maybe 3 years old, I was couped up in the powder blue VW bus with my brothers and sisters waiting for mom to come out of Albertson's with mounds of candy. Now I was either a candy addict at that young age, or I was hopeful to get away from my tormenting brothers and sisters, but I was right up against the door waiting for mom, and as she opened the door I was leaning against, I fell out onto my head. I was rushed to the hostpital (or at least I hope I was rushed to the hostpital, although a delay in preventing any serious head trauma might explain a thing or two) where instead of caring about their little sister's fragile brain, apparently my older brothers and sisters were more concerned about missing their candy expedition.
Things about halloween that I do remember are the days post October 31st when we'd gather in the front room in front of that old tv, and spread our collections on the floor, group candies by type/brand/likability, and trade. Molly always had a death grip on her double bubbles, the coveted candy.
oh! oh! In fifth grade I went trick or treating with the dreamy Tylar Loewen in the suburbs of Stayton. I was a cat, and he was Will Smith in Men In Black. We walked to this lady's house, and she asked him if he was in the mafia in her scary lung cancer/smoker/hoarsy voice, and Tylar said "no" and she said, "do you know what the mafia is?" and he said, "no" and the lady said "well maybe yo' daddy will tell yoo when yoo grow up!" and then she slammed the door on us. In fifth grade it was really funny.

Austin
Halloween was just what we all needed. all hopped up on nerds and mini snickers bars.
I think that i just remember the few times we went into the metro-opolis of Salem and went around taking candy from the city folks. it was definitely worth it going in there and hitting up a bunch of houses. i do remember that i must have been in that borderline age group because i got questioned a lot on my age. i probably got bored of being questioned and figured out some sort of older brother tax that was imposed to those born after March of 1977 and was payable in candy. i think two there was some trading of candy too.
there was also those ward Halloween parties and i looked forward to that because i could put on dads racing jump suit and walk around the 1/3 gym with a navy blue helmet on that was mega hot to wear and kinda heavy. plus those ward parties were always fun.
when makenzie was almost one she was a pixie and we took her out late to do some door knocking. last year at our ward Halloween party was right before Cherisse went into labor. the good ol trunk or treat and we there until like 9 or 10 and a couple hours later we were driving like an angry version of Adrian in a regular car and not in lotus making the rounds at brands hatch.
i remeber at ricks we got a kick out of chasing kids that would wander into our apartment complex and beg for candy. what they did get was chased off of our porch and then they got sweaty as we chased them down the block. poor college kids are eating candy for one of their two meals that they can afford. they were not little kids they were older kids. not like we were out there chasing toddlers down the street.

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