1. I could be the female iteration of that guy.

    AND is there ANYone who has ever used a pillowcase as a treat bag?? Raise your hand. Yeah, I didn’t think so . . .

  2. I don’t remember what we used back in the day. Could have been pillow cases. My parents wouldn’t have bought any special purpose bags, and plastic trash bags weren’t common then.

  3. @ Andréa – Make that two, at the very least. I’m pretty sure my brother’s bag would have been the same as mine, so probably three.

  4. I’m pretty sure I used pillowcases in the 60s and early 70s. And that was suburban Los Angeles.

  5. Passing out candy last night in suburban Berlin, I was a little surprised by a notoable percentage of (mostly older) kids who didn’t bother to bring along any sort of bag(*). Perhaps I should give such kids paper bags instead of candy next year.
    P.S. And even those kids who did bring a bag usually did not know that they were supposed to open it up to receive the candy.

  6. My children have used (the same) plastic jack-o-lanterns for goodies for probably the last 5 years. Last night I didn’t notice as they left, but they came back in the door with… their pillowcases!! (One of which was soggy from a crushed piece of fruit). I asked why on earth they used them and they said it was because they held more. :-/

    So in 2019, it is not unheard of for near-teens to use an actual pillowcase…..without asking!!! It’s not like we don’t have plenty of largish shopping bags.

  7. “AND is there ANYone who has ever used a pillowcase as a treat bag?? Raise your hand. Yeah, I didn’t think so . . .”

    I’d estimate that between a quarter and a third of last night’s extortionis— I mean, adorable little tykes, had pillowcases for loot-collection. YMMV, of course.

  8. Andréa, I don’t know why, but this sort of thing happens so often lately, I kind of expect it. When I opened the door, I think I would have been surprised if he HADN’T had a pillowcase.

  9. I remember using a Halloween shopping bag. I remember this as sometime around June or July mom would tell me to clean out my closet and the bag would be lying on the floor of the closet with candy in it along with all of the junk on the floor of the closet. I don’t think we bought it – seems to me that they were given out by the newspaper or such.

    Never would I be allowed to use a pillowcase for this purpose.

  10. “Never would I be allowed to use a pillowcase for this purpose.”

    Me, neither, because 1) it was a ‘class’ thing; and 2) it would me appear greedy.

  11. “2) it would make me appear greedy.”

    I had one o’ those plastic pumpkins when they became popular. A few years ago, I found it stored somewhere, cut a hole in the bottom, and put it over our porch light. NOW you can buy all sorts of seasonal ‘porch light decorations’.

  12. Andréa – Dealing the family home has been a walk down memory lane. I had gone through my old bedroom and there was little in it and I congratulated myself for dealing the stuff in same. I had, however forgotten, that this was my bedroom for the first maybe 10 years we lived in the house and the last year I lived in the house. In between my youngest sister and I (of the three of us) were sharing the original master bedroom and did not think to check there. (New master bedroom/bath made in the upstairs that was unfinished for my parents, middle sister moved into my old bedroom and her old bedroom became dad’s home office.) Toys which would have been hard to deal with was not as they were in the basement and wiped out by Hurricane Sandy.

    But what was in the old master bedroom – oyyyyyyyyy! Middle sister said she left “a box for me” when she went through it. I imagined a file box – this box had two same plus in it and much of it is not mine. Apparently I am to the be holder of family stuff – including my parents tax returns since the early 1950s, the papers related to the purchase of the house in the 1959 and even my youngest sister’s certificate of being a great kid from the county executive (strangely she wants me to forward same to her).

    There were two cardboard witches and a (unremembered) plastic ones from my birthday cakes – but nothing else Halloween – unless same is in the other box I have not gotten to yet.

  13. When I cleared out my parents’ house in AZ in 2014, I looked forward to seeing the glass Christmas ornaments I remembered so well; they’d been brought with us from Holland and every year carefully put on the tree (with real candles, no less). Never found them; must’ve been thrown away (or destroyed) years ago. I never lived in this house, so there wasn’t an attachment to the house, but there were items I remembered as being important to my Mom; I shipped home to WI several boxes, one of which – with the silver and pewter items that are visible in the photo in the other thread – was ‘lost’ by the USPS.

    Well, that’s ONE way to get rid of memories, I guess. Ship ’em in boxes and hope the USPS ‘loses’ ’em. And then tells you if you wanna find ’em, you’re welcome to come to the warehouse in St. Louis and look around. As if.

  14. Andréa – Sorry to hear that your memories were lost. Unfortunately I never really trust delivery companies – or the post office to not lose something as we have had always had problems with deliveries. We continue to have problems with deliveries and have started having deliveries go to our PO Box with a post office service called “street addressing” that allows them to accept packages from the delivery services for us.

    I used to enter an embroidery exhibition at Woodlawn Plantation down in Alexandria, VA (property was Geo Washington’s and he gave to Martha’s granddaughter & his nephew when they married – and the granddaughter was known for her embroidery so there is a group that is out of that property – Nellie’s Needlers.) Only way to get the piece there was by mail – I was always afraid that I would never see my piece again, but was lucky and the pieces for the several years I entered all came back and did so unharmed – one with a ribbon.

    I have a number of my other embroidery pieces from when I lived at home (including an unfinished one) and told my sister that I would take a couple of my mom’s pieces. I regretted not saying that I would take a needlepoint “bell pull” that mom made and went in the house it was gone and I figure it was gone permanently, but was glad to see it mom’s apartment. I guess they are more precious to me than some other items, but a lot of my stuff that I might have decided to take was destroyed by mother nature while stored in the basement there.

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