Accrington Web

Home Gallery Arcade Blogs Members List Today's Posts
Go Back   Accrington Web > Blogs > A Donkeys deliberations
Donate! Join Today

Welcome to Accrington Web!

We are a discussion forum dedicated to the towns of Accrington, Oswaldtwistle and the surrounding areas, sometimes referred to as Hyndburn! We are a friendly bunch please feel free to browse or read on for more info.
You are currently viewing our site as a guest which gives you limited access to view most discussions and access our other features. By joining our free community you will have access to post topics, photos, play in the community arcade and use our blog section. Registration is fast, simple and absolutely free, so please, join our community today!

The Musings of a Mule.

This being the thoughts & commentaries, musings & ponderation of said Donkey. A rather irrelevant look at life & its aspects seen through the eyes of someone who finds thistles ........ rather tasty !
Rating: 1 votes, 5.00 average.

Happy Halloween.

Posted 29-10-2010 at 21:57 by DaveinGermany

Aye well .... it's that time of year again, the Monsters (read charming kidlets) are rampaging, hundreds of little apprentice extortionists dressed up as Witches, Vampires, Weird wolves, Goblins, Ghosts & a multitude of things from the crypt that on any other day would receive a swift toe to the posterior are actively encouraged to go out scrounging & threatening dire reprisals on any who don't accede to their demands, it's like a mafia protection racket without the suits & Pasta. These mini Bin Ladens are usually in possession of the biggest buckets you're likely to see outside of a building site & they're 8, I suppose hope springs eternal, they obviously haven't heard there's a recession on.

Anyway with the eternal optimism of youth they'll wander down a total strangers pathway (Although all through the rest of the year they're told don't talk to, or take sweets from a stranger, I know you figure it out !) Then proceed to ring the bell, bang on the door & shout through the letter box in the hope of sweeties. The door opens & old Mrs.Wiccan is standing there with a fistful of sweets usually some old mints or boildies she's had in her handbag since last year covered in fluff & cat hairs (the kids wouldn't go to her house cos she's a proper Witch with a a boil on her chin & nose, she's even got hairs on her chin & 2 cats, even the outhouse has a look of gingerbread about it ).

There's usually 3 or 4 of them & the littlest is always shoved to the front (with the biggest bucket) with the gentle prodding, pushing & shoving from his mates behind him motivating this little fella those immortal words are garbled forth in a conjoined torrent,
"Gisusasweet !", blank looks from old Mrs.Wiccan, false teeth clacking as she sucks a mint,
"What say sonny ?" the scrum forms, whispered mutterings & the spokes ghostie tries again,
"Trick or treat !"
"Thought that's what you meant !" says old Mrs.Wiccan as she drops the decrepit candy into the outstretched bucket & they're away, off on their toes before she turns them into Toads or pies. Filled with relief (that they aren't Toads), joy (that they got something) & terror(well she was a Witch) they'll happily wander around the estate crossing the paths of other Goblins & Ghouls passing on tips & warnings to these other wandering souls, eventually big Brother or Sis is sent out to find them & drag them back home, but not before the spoils are divvied out. I don't know, the kids today far to commercial & consumer orientated, now in my day ... !

Halloween was known as mischief night, we'd go off & play nik-nok-run, change gates in the street Number 27 started off with white posts & white gates, by the end of the evening the posts would still be white but they'd probably have a blue & red gate hanging there in the morning & these marvellous colour combinations could be found up & down the street ! Gnomes would be placed into new, unusual & highly improbable positions & many garden ornaments found themselves re-located next door ! I know looking back it wasn't big & it wasn't clever..... but it was damn good fun ! Still the pleasure was usually very short lived, pretty much everyone knew everyone else on the estate so a few enquires the next day in the right lugholes ! So with contrition on our tongues & stinging backsides, the chain gang (us) would be paraded round to the neighbours to apologise & put right what we'd boogered up. Happy days & we never got any sweeties ! Pah .... Kids today ! Eeh, they don't know they're born !

Thanks for reading .....
Posted in Uncategorized
Views 935 Comments 4
Total Comments 4


  1. Old Comment
    Margaret Pilkington's Avatar
    Liked the blog Dave.....but we don't do Halloween...trick or treat is a yankee import......we have a towel covering the door so that no-one knocks,the batteries have been taken out of the doorbell so they can lean on it all they won't make a peep.

    Back in those dim and distant days, our scrounging tactics were around 'Penny for the Guy mister' with one of the brothers (the littlest one) done up in raggy clothes and a blacked face(coal dust or soot were ace)...none of the Yankee malarkey.
    Posted 30-10-2010 at 21:06 by Margaret Pilkington Margaret Pilkington is offline
  2. Old Comment
    cashman's Avatar
    great read dave, halloween though the yanks can keep it fer me.
    Posted 30-10-2010 at 21:19 by cashman cashman is offline
  3. Old Comment
    DaveinGermany's Avatar
    Thanks folks. I know, to much American influence nowadays as young uns' we'd have bobbing for apples, apples on a string & tell ghost stories, the modern day ubiquitous "Pumpkin" (another American influence) was usually a hollowed out turnip House used to smell of singed turnip for weeks afterwards, it was only in our terrible teens were we allowed out on "Mischief night".

    Aye, we'd do the guy (penny for) thing to in November.
    Posted 31-10-2010 at 10:49 by DaveinGermany DaveinGermany is offline
    Updated 01-04-2011 at 10:56 by DaveinGermany
  4. Old Comment
    Margaret Pilkington's Avatar
    See we were too poor to spend good money on 'eating food' to play with it....My mother could peel a turnip to within an inch of its life....would not dream of wasting a candle either.
    It was all about economics in those days and we had our priorities when we could pay for it!
    Although there were some sorts of fun that cost 'nowt')
    Posted 31-10-2010 at 11:52 by Margaret Pilkington Margaret Pilkington is offline

Other sites of interest.. More town sites..

All times are GMT. The time now is 11:28.


Page generated in 0.35488 seconds with 18 queries

Search Engine Friendly URLs by vBSEO 3.6.1