‘Holiday’ Season Kicks Off
Like most little kids, I loved Halloween. Generally my mom would dress my sister and me up as princesses and out we’d go. When we grew older, we were allowed to trick-or-treat in groups with our friends. There was a house near our block in Sun Valley that was awesome in its decorations and even had a costume contest, awarding trophies for the most inventive costume. Every year, we’d stand in a line with other kids hoping to win one of those treasured prizes. When I was 12, I dressed as a baby and actually won one. Though packed away, I now and then pull it out and relive the excitement of that night back in the early ’70s.
When I was too old to trick-or-treat (back then 13 years old was pushing it), I poured my enthusiasm into decorating our house. Conwin Carbonics off of San Fernando Road in Glendale was where I bought the dry ice that we used for the cauldron on our porch. Cheesecloth pulled apart worked fine as spider webs.
When Steve and I were first married, we lived in a back house on Lowell Avenue. To my utter disappointment, we had no trick-or-treaters. Same when we moved to the 2600 block of Altura. But when we moved to Mountain Pine (one of the few blocks north of Foothill Boulevard that has streetlights), I was again able to indulge my ghoulish tendencies. Our eldest son Patrick was as excited as I to create scenarios that would make even the seasoned trick-or-treater have second thoughts before approaching our door.
But with the passing of the years, the Goldsworthy house is no longer the must-see place. Patrick has a daughter of his own and has no time to stage our house for Halloween. I thought the holiday (as I considered it) was pretty much over.
However, I discovered that Halloween is alive and well when CV Weekly took part in Spooktacular last Thursday. We had a booth set up near Thompson Court and I was able to dig into my bins of Halloween decorations to dress it. Out came the cauldron, the motion-activated spider that dropped in front of trick-or-treaters and the skulls. Once the dry ice was added to it, the bubbling cauldron became a draw for many of the kids along the avenue who were anxious to see what was cooking. What fun! (To learn more, read my story of Spooktacular on page 3.)
We broke down the booth around 7 o’clock after giving out all of the candy we brought and I headed over to the 3400 block of Prospect Avenue where Patrick was trick-or-treating with my 3-year-old granddaughter.
Talk about getting into the spirit of the night! The entire cul-de-sac took part in the Halloween festivities. Almost all had decorated their home. Some had tables set up in front where the kids could easily get their treats; others were waiting at the front door. It brought a tear to my eye to see how much fun the little kids – and the homeowners – had. I’m glad that I could be a part of it, even if only as an observer.