Why do Jewish people not hand out candy on Halloween but they don't turn off their lights?
I think it's a matter of pride but I don't know. I just assume they are proud and refuse to hide in the dark while others are out being festive. I respect this.
I only knew of one house in the neighbor hood when I was growing up that they were home but.
Left the lights on and everything seemed like any other house, But they were a little angry when we went to the door to trick or treat. I didn't think they were angry with us specifically, at the time it seemed more like they were disturbed because of so many kids coming to their door.
I didn't understand this and I'm still wondering. As I got older I stayed home. I wasn't interested in trick or treating. Even when I was still out trick out treating
I didn't always have such a great time. I dressed up as big bird one year in a store bought costume with a yellow plastic covering and mask so I
could be yellow just like big bird. No one listened when I said I was getting hot and feeling sick. I was told that money was spent to buy the costume
and that people took the time to go to Kmart with me so I could pick out a costume and I was damn well going to wear it. Till I fell over in a yard down
the street. Someone later said it was heat stroke. Someone else at the time it happened. Came running down the street yelling which _____ candies had I already eaten and which mother _____ god ____house did it come from. Or some dialog of the sort. So instead of trick or treating we started doing a haunted house theme with friends and family. We had a coffin we made from a large cardboard box. If a young kid came up we had someone tell the kid for the candy knock one time on the coffin. If it was a older kid they would be told knock twice. If it was someone we really wanted to scare they knocked three times. That way we didn't scare anyone too much. I scared the snot out of a kid who bullied me in school. It was great. Then I got older and older till even doing the haunted house theme in the front yard wasn't even fun anymore. So we just handed out candy like most of the neighbor hood. Our neighborhood and street got less and less people every year out trick or treating. Neither me or any of my siblings has had kids, we are all older so we don't partake dressing up in costumes. We just quite handing out candy at some point. A lot of other people in the neighbor hood stopped handing out candy long before we did because so few came out anymore. One year I came home from being out getting some errands done, and a group of kids walks up before I could even get inside, and they start asking for candy. One kid even said that I owed him candy. I say I don't have any sorry we don't partake. Then I am called a Jew and our house is egged and pumpkins smashed everywhere the yard is tp'ed. It made me think back about that house with the Jewish family. Our lights were turned off like the other homes that don't hand out candy, if they cant afford extra expenses or whatever. Halloween for me has a lot of bad memories. Halloween was my grand mothers favorite holiday, she loved candies. This is ironic because when she passed away it was on Halloween. We had a service for her shortly after the passed. I saw the body. She looked about like smeagol from Lord of the rings. If I remember right it was just the following night after her service, and someone hit and killed my cat. I sat in the street petting his dead body. My grandmother was old and crusty and it was her time, but the cat. I was more upset about the cat than my grandmother. But yeah Halloween is kind of a fucked holiday anymore.
When I was a young kid I made a discovery about Santa. When I slept in dads room that night, which I had sleeped in dads room plenty of other nights too when I got scared. Dads room used to be mom and dads room so to me this was the room I was used to going to when I got scared, dads room was just down the hallway. Moms room was on the far side of the house and I was scared so I went to dads room, dad would protect me for sure. Mom and dad were always fighting so mom sleeped in a different room. One of those nights something weird happened in dads room. It was in the dark and afterward dad does a reach around to see why mom didn't feel right. He says oh sorry son I thought you were your mother. I was hyperventilating and think I passed out even because of what was happening till it was near the end and dad does a reach around, I recall being awake for that. I thought I was being punished for something that happened earlier that day. It only happened once that I'm aware of anyway, guess he thought mom was coming to bed to save the marriage. I never told anyone till my early 20's when dad died after suffering multiple strokes. I still loved him, I didn't want to see dad go to prison where naughty things would happen to him.
I didn't want to be taken away and sent to a foster home, someone told me this would happen if I told. I felt like I was the glue that held the family together by not talking. I believed dad, he said he thought I was mom and that he didn't mean to. But yeah on this other night it was xmas eve, my xmas story wasn't the same night that dad sealed his fate. But anyway this one year on xmas I'm told to sleep in dads room I got thirsty so I walk down the hallway where the bathroom is but I look over into my room. I saw some elves building something in my room. There was a bunch of explanations as to why they were building something. I was barely able to even get that drink of water I wanted, not sure I ever did get anything to drink I was rushed back into dads room. The following morning when it was time to celebrate and we started to exchange gifts. That is when the surprise in my room was presented to me. It had a tag on it that said it was from Santa. But I saw the elves who built it and I knew it didn't seem like it came Santa considering I knew the elves who I saw building it. The elves started to explain some other things. Santa never came back the same every again, I was pretty young when Santa stopped coming around. I quit leaving him cookies or going outside on xmas eve to see if it was reindeer I could hear. After that year I knew Santa wasn't wasn't what they said. One of those years when I was young our father walked out on xmas eve. Our parents didn't finally get divorced till 4 years later but dad quit living with us after that xmas. Mom was pissed but it had to happen sometime. Things didn't go over so well xmas morning. We were told at high volume meet your new mother as gifts were thrown at us. The few gifts we got. Santa was obviously a cheap skate and didn't make it to everyone's home when I was growing up. haha I recall kicking dads ass as I got bigger, the older I got the better I got at it. I kicked dad in the nuts at a boyscout meeting once. Another scouts father saw dad griping my collar and I told dad to back off or I'd tell what he did to me. The other scouts father was getting closer, so that's when I kicked dad in the nuts as hard as I could. Then I ripped all the buttons down my shirt and took off running. The other scouts dad never even asked what was going on it just looked like I was a brat. But I also looked like a mini bad ass and this other scouts father told another scouts dad what I had done. It made me feel a little better knowing that these men knew I took him on and I felt I won. They didn't know why though. One of those other scouts dads still lives down the street. I still visited dad after the divorce, tried to forget about that thing that happened one time. Dad was allowed to come stay at the house on week ends while mom stayed at a friends house and dad stayed with us. When dad was in a rage yelling at my sister through the bathroom door I told him that's enough. He keeped going. Dads face and teeth hit the framing of the door shortly after due to a good shove. I don't remember what happened when he turned around and came at me, I went down in the hallway. Another tussle with dad was when I was in my teens and we went out with dad and his girl friend for the day. Dad was being fuck tard all day. Pissed me off I felt demoralized and was trying to just look at the ground and not say anything just ignore him. Till we get in the car to go home. Dads driving and I'm behind him in the back seat his girl friend was front passenger and my sister was in the back seat on the other side. Dad was starting in at me again. I ignored him, but then he made the mistake to say. Fine you want to act like your mother be that way then. What went through my mind was, my moms a saint mother fucker and a far better person than you, now you die. So dads driving down the road talkin shit, and while hes driving I start choking him. Those large veins on the side of the neck.