Being the oldest one around usually, I escorted the neighborhood kids around, in costume.
We only did the car thing once, with 2 other kids who's parents were also our friends. We made out like bandits, because instead of hitting just the neighborhood (at that point, a 20 some unit trailer park) our parents drove us into town. We came out of it with grocery bags full of candy; and this was before plastic bags, so they were the big paper ones.
I think my parents were appalled at the amount of loot my brother and I got, so we never did it again. We had a sugar rush that lasted for weeks.
As for poison candy... I think there was also an incident (in the early 70s) where a little boy ate some of his uncles "special powder", aka heroin, and died. To deflect attention from the uncle, the parents sprinkled heroin on his candy.
To more directly answer your question, there was no "That Mom" when I grew up, at least not among the people I hung around with.
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Date: 2012-10-18 08:51 pm (UTC)We only did the car thing once, with 2 other kids who's parents were also our friends. We made out like bandits, because instead of hitting just the neighborhood (at that point, a 20 some unit trailer park) our parents drove us into town. We came out of it with grocery bags full of candy; and this was before plastic bags, so they were the big paper ones.
I think my parents were appalled at the amount of loot my brother and I got, so we never did it again. We had a sugar rush that lasted for weeks.
As for poison candy... I think there was also an incident (in the early 70s) where a little boy ate some of his uncles "special powder", aka heroin, and died. To deflect attention from the uncle, the parents sprinkled heroin on his candy.
To more directly answer your question, there was no "That Mom" when I grew up, at least not among the people I hung around with.