With the current trend of “Trunk or Treat,” costumes from WalMart, “nothing tooooo scary,” and games of “bobbing for apples strictly prohibited because of germs, it’s interesting to look back on how the Cavendish Center Rd School, corner of Center and Town Farm Roads, celebrated Halloween in the late 1940s. The chapter Ghosts and Goblins is from Sandra Field Stearns book “Cavendish Hillside Farm 1939 to 1957.”
Sandy wrote the book about her Cavendish childhood to help people, particularly her children and grandchildren, remember, understand and appreciate things that were “just the way they were” to us who lived them. The book was published in 1995 and is available for sale from the Cavendish Historical Society. The cost is $15 plus $5 shipping and handling if required. Checks should be sent to Cavendish Historical Society, PO Box 472, Cavendish VT 05142. For more information call 802-226-7807 or e-mail margocaulfield@icloud.com
Each year the Center School had a Halloween party. Our greatest joy was to be invited to Cliff and Marion Johnson’s home to explore their attic looking for our attire. High button shoes, red flannelled long johns and dresses and hats from years ago were abundant there. Marion was always good for a unique costume herself. An unknown student always appeared and only by the process of elimination and observance of a missing person were we able to identify her.
Corks were burned and rubbed on our hands and faces to darken them. Lipstick was used liberally and we wore it for days before it washed off completely. Pillows were stuffed everywhere in our costumes making humped backs, roly-poly bellies, extreme fannies and bouncing cleavages. We wore our dad’s boots and shoes, the bigger the better. Our teacher, Mrs. Pickard, often dressed up as a gypsy and would tell our fortunes by the lines in our palms. Costumes were judged and prizes were awarded.
Apples were floated in a large tub of water and we bobbed for them. Faces were dunked under the water, trying to push the apple to the bottom, where we would be able to get it between our teeth and rise triumphant with our prize. The best way to snare the apple was that way, but much time was spent turning it into just the position you wanted. Usually it promptly rolled back whatever way it wanted as soon as your hand hands were eliminated from helping. Apples or donuts were suspended from the ceiling by strings. Our hands were tied behind our backs, and we attempted to consume the dangling food as it swung back and forth It was a neighborhood party and everyone, young and old, was involved.
The older students made a ghost walk outside, around the building. It was real dark so a rope was used to guide the “unsuspecting” parents thru our horrible moans, rattling chains, clanging pans, crazy cackles and wolf howls. The route and the noise never changed much from year to year, but our loyal parents made our efforts worthwhile. They fulfilled their role of scared participants and we were delighted with their shrieks of fright!
One year we were invited to attend and participate in the large Halloween party at Duttonsville in the Town Hall [now. the current Museum]. We had never been trick or treating and most of us were too bashful to try. I, for one, felt lost among all those unknown kids and did not enjoy myself. It was decided after that to continue our own party.
A special treat for the kids was our “Find the Right Shoe Game” for the parents. Wives were taken out into the hall. They each removed the same shoe from their foot. These shoes were placed in the classroom in a pile. One at a time, our mothers would poke their foot around the door while keeping the rest of their body out of sight. The husbands had to decide if that was their wife’s foot, then pick out the right shoe and see if it fit. We were kept in stitches by how often our fathers couldn’t tell their wife’s foot, much less fined the right shoe.
Another favorite contest was pie eating. Contestants of all ages were seated at a table with their hands tied behind them. A piece of pie was placed on a plate in front of each one. Using only their mouths they gobbled and smeared pie from ear to ear as they tried to be the first to finish their piece. Of course blueberry was the chosen flavor because it up so nicely. Another contest was to see who could eat a whole pie in the same manner in the shortest time.
As we grew tired, cider and donuts were shared by everyone. Our hopes for haunting had been fulfilled for another year.
