“Hello, I’m Daffy Duck. Trick or treat!” That was me in 1961 in a Daffy Duck costume, complete with black and white two-tone shoes. Well, the shoes weren’t part of the costume but my mother thought it would improve Daffy’s image if I wore them. Plus, she had bought them for Easter and they still fit in October so she wanted to get the biggest bang for her buck, even if it meant I wore them with a Halloween costume. A costume that was probably extremely flammable, knowing years later that some of those cheap costumes could easily catch on fire with the slightest contact with, say, a cigarette ash. Both my parents smoked, but I lived to tell the tale. It wasn’t easy being Daffy in 1961.
Leslie Kerr Holds Grandmother at Gunpoint! Or, “Hi, Grandmamma, I’m a cowboy. Trick or treat!” That was a fun one. I loved cowboys and had a Roy Rogers two-gun holster and a Roy Rogers hat and a Roy Rogers guitar. Well, I still have a hat and a guitar
but I’ve given up robbing grandmothers, although mine, Ruby Pittman, found it amusing and under fake duress, handed me candy after I said, “Gimme all your loot – please.”
My grandmother loved to play bridge, smoke cigarettes and sew. I cared nothing about cards or smoking but I loved Captain Kangaroo so she made me a Captain Kangaroo coat with huge pockets. They really came in
handy at Halloween. After my bag was full of candy corn, candy bars and wax harmonicas (am I the only one who remembers wax harmonicas on Halloween?), I could stuff more into the Captain’s pockets to share with Bunny Rabbit, Mr. Moose, Dancing Bear and Mr. Green Jeans later.
Gail and I still hand over our loot to little goblins, pirates and princesses every Halloween, waiting hopefully for a please and thank you. This year, we were happy to hear a “thank you” from every one of the little characters who visited our house.
Trick or treat!
Text and photos ©2012 Les Kerr