Trunk or Treat, Old-Fashion Halloween and Christians

“Trunk or treat,” I kept hearing of, and reading about, and wondering what in the world it was, until finally I read in a local on-line column where someone corrected a person for using the phrase, “Trunk or treat.”

“It’s not Trunk or Treat, you know. It’s Trick or Treat.”

The reply came quickly:

“No, it’s called Trunk or Treat. People bring their cars, SUV’s station wagons, and open up the back and the kids go from vehicle to vehicle. At least 4 church up here do this, have been doing it for some time. There are also booths set up and hotdogs available, etc.”

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So now I knew, and it roused in my mind again this issue of Halloween and what a great time I had, when as a child, my siblings and I rousted about in the streets of Springfield, Mo. I checked my blog history and found that four years ago, I wrote about such occasions, and also discussed the issue of Halloween and a Christian’s response to the holiday. I think you’ll enjoy reading it.

Halloween was an exciting part of my childhood, and our neighborhood became a joyous mill of children, costumed mostly in our parent’s clothes with our grinning faces covered with stiffened-cloth masks painted to look like a ghost, a cat, a dog, or maybe a clown. I recall when really scary witchy rubber masks came onto the market, but they were too expensive, and although we gawked at and pawed over the rubber ones in the dime stores, we were only able to purchase the cheap ones. We certainly never bought any complete commercial costumes; actually I don’t remember that such things were available, but they may have been. It often was turning cold in Missouri on Halloween and we wore sweaters under our scary clothes to keep our scary bodies warm. We dashed through the neighborhood alone, three little children, and said Boo! loudly, and tramped up porch steps and shouted “Tricker Treat!” and waited for the front doors to open and the Mama or Daddy of the place to hand out the treats. Our neighbors would show fright at our ugly faces, then try to guess who we were. We made scary noises deep in our throats and giggled and sometimes pulled back our masks to laughingly reveal ourselves.

The remainder of the post is here.