Remembering Halloween As A JW Kid . . .
Halloween was the one holiday I really longed to celebrate. I wanted to dress up in costumes, etc. We always hid in a dark house, in fear of little children. *rolls eyes* We never got egged or TP'd that I can remember.
Halloween was the only holiday I cared to celebrate...I wanted to dress up so bad, and hang out with friends at night and eat candy.
Our family would just shut off the lights and watch TV or go out to eat. Our house always got egged. When I was home, I would stare out the window at the children going by and imagine what I would dress up as. The next day, school friends would give me candy.
I guess - in retrospect... it's a non-JWs revenge... sorta like door-to-door in reverse, eh? It gives a JW an opportunity to see what it feels like to dread someone coming to the door and knocking. hahahahaha
Yes, like Jerry Seinfeld said to the telemarketer: "Well now you know how I feel".
I have a pioneering relative who always uses the phrase "a lot of people were HBH (home but hiding)" whenever she goes out in "service".
I wonder will she consider herself home but hiding this Halloween.
My ex would open the door and say, "We don't celebrate halloween, but come back tomorrow and I will give you candy." What an embarrassing idiot.
My mother used to make me go OUT IN SERVICE on Halloween. One woman felt sorry for me and gave me candy. I'm suprised my mother let me keep it.
Yeah I knew a lot of wittnesses who put tracts in the trick or treat bags. well we had the bookstudy at out house for a good 8 years and halloween always seemed to fall on thursday night bookstudy every couple years and so the kinds in my neighborhood would purposely come to our door and knock screaming : "we know your all in there! we see the cars outside! open up!" till one of the brothers would finally open it up whcih would of course interupt the study. I couldn't help but laugh!
P.S. I guess - in retrospect... it's a non-JWs revenge... sorta like door-to-door in reverse, eh? It gives a JW an opportunity to see what it feels like to dread someone coming to the door and knocking.
I nearly wet myself when I read that. Although, I must say, I think the dread only worked on JW children.
When I was really young my dad took me and my brother and sister out trick or treating. It was the best time! But mom and dad came into the "truth? in the '50s and it ended quickly.
I ashamed to admit that when I married and had kids, we were the types to turn out the lights and pretend we weren't home.
Now I enjoy the holiday very much. Going to a party soon. I'm going as a surgeon and my wife is a naughty nurse!