A Memorable Halloween in Milford
Thursday, October 31, 2013
MILFORD – I began to panic.
Forty-five minutes into trick-or-treating, I realized there was a good chance I was going to run out of candy.
I really thought six bags of candy would be plenty. To prolong the inevitable, I began offering to buy candy from some of the older trick-or-treaters: three fun-size candy bars for a quarter. I readily had takers, but then I ran out of quarters.
That’s about the time my daughter, Jenn, called me en route from Logan Airport. She and my son-in-law, Scot, planned to return two days earlier, but Hurricane Sandy 2012 literally tore up the East Coast and prevented their returning from London as scheduled. They’d been in London to see the
Patriots/Rams game at Wembley Stadium, courtesy of my daughter-in-law. They enjoyed two unplanned days of sightseeing, thanks to Super Storm Sandy. My husband and I stayed at their home in Milford to care for their children, Ethan and Emma, cat, Dora, and dog, Penny Puggle. Fortunately, we were relatively unscathed by Sandy – only a 16-hour power outage.
When I told Jenn I was almost out of candy and how I had bought candy from some of the older trick-or-treaters, she thought I was very inventive and quite humorous. But she recommended that when I was all out of candy to just to turn off the outside lights to indicate that I was not “open for business.”
It wasn’t long before I was down to one piece of candy, so I turned off the outside lights as Jenn suggested. Ethan and Emma were out trick-or-treating with friends. About 10 minutes after turning off the lights, 10-year-old Emma stopped by with her friend, Nicole. I explained that the lights were out because I was out of candy. Without hesitation, Emma reached into her bag and threw a couple of handfuls of candy into my basket, then happily ran off with Nicole, whose mother was accompanying them.
I was back in business. I turned the outside lights back on. Within minutes, a group of five teenagers arrived at the door, nicely costumed and all smiles.
“Are you sure you’re not too old to trick or treat?” I good-naturedly asked one of the handsome young teens.
“I’m a sixth-grader; I just reached puberty early,” he replied with a wide grin.
I told the group how I had just turned the lights back on and how I had run out of candy until my granddaughter, Emma, showed up and contributed some of her stash to the cause.
“Oh, well, here!” said one of the teens, as he started putting handfuls of candy into my basket. The other teenagers followed suit. In a matter of seconds, my candy basket was overflowing.
“Oh, wow, thank you. You guys are awesome. You have restored my faith in teenagers,” I said, smiling, as they bounded off the steps and down the walk. One of the boys said in a rather loud voice as he walked away, “I’m feeling so good about myself right now.”
How I laughed, and how heartened I was with the kindness and selflessness of these kids. For the next few minutes, I just smiled and smiled as I relived the spontaneous kindness of those teens. I happily continued handing out candy to the groups of kids who followed.
Ten minutes before Milford’s 6-8 p.m. trick-or-treating concluded, Jenn and Scot drove into the driveway and saw me still handing out candy.
“You’re still handing out candy? Thought you said you were all out?”
When I related the story of Emma and the young teenagers refilling my basket, they laughed and shook their heads, almost in disbelief. I told them I had such a good time I wanted to come to their house again next year on Halloween.
I returned home, buoyed by my experience, and began writing this story. The more I thought about it, the more I realized that if Emma had not first contributed some of her Halloween candy to my empty basket, I would not have turned the lights back on and had that memorable encounter with those fine Milford teens.