WITBY FEEPREQ, WEDNESDAY, NOVEMBER 1, 3B8, PAGE 5 One of the wonders about Halloween lies ini its ability to transform parents and older adults into children. Oh, sure, most will protest semi-vigorously that for parents Halloween is but a taste cf Heil here on Earth. But they don't mean it. And let's forget the commercial part about the evnn.Halloween is about children. Âýdthat should ea fus. The costumes I find the best part. Last night, for exampie, we were Peter Pan. Not me, of course; but my daughter, who is four. I don't dress up anymore, or dress down, for that matter. But corne Haloween, Erin is my proxy in this carmival of autumn. Peter Pan, of course, had te bave aBTnker Bell. So a flashhght accompanies her tbroughout the evening, doubling also as a safety beacon. Last year we were Dcc (the eIder Dwarf fio= Snow Wbite) complete with drawn-on spectacles, and a pillow for girtb. And the year before that .. . dear me, what was it new? .. . Oh, yes -- terrified, that was it, biding bebund the bedroom door with every hobgoblin that appeared. Over the years I have known a variety of costumes. A few wortb remembering: my son Dy P' costume when he was seven. Or was it eight? B ni weeks before, he bad saved tin cans, peeled cftheir paper and flattened each with a borrowed hammer. Hie then pierced the corners with a nail, leaving a slightly ragged hole. These tins he then tied together with string, enough te cover bis chest and back ini a realistic suit cf armer. After hâlf an heur of trick or treating, Dylan returned home te change costumes. The s9ligyhtly ragged nail . holes iin the tin cans, yeu see, peinted inward, and were a touchrh on the ekin -- and tore at the string te boot, -aking the armer bard te keep tegether. FEET UP by Bill Swan It's about kid Anether costume from years gne by by my ldest auteJenny, now long gw up, ut drseda th g ftwe as a gbost in the ebligatory sheet and a face blancbed white with makeup around blackened eyes. And when Dylan, then three, tcok one look, he threw himself under the neareet bed.L He's neyer seen a ghst before, mind. And whenlIwas achild,bhow did we dress upin thoee long-ago days forty and more years9 ago? In sheete, or burlap sacks, or wern-out adult clothes -- neyer out-ef-style clothes, since nothing then was discarded until it was wom eout. Two penny masks. Fifty peund burlap turnip bags te carry the loot home in- And thus we would bit each and every cf the fifly-edd bernes in the small village, stopping some minutes at eacb house while the occupants guessed the identity cf evexyone in the party. 1 ("And whold this littie werewclf be? Is that little Billy? Come on now, fess up.") Then you teck the stuif home, and counted the take, and went te, bed. And fer days after you ate the junk until your teeth fel eut retten on the ficer. Those were the days. There came a time, in my twenties, when I looked on H1alloween as a gigantic hoax, semething like Christmas. But eomehow, in spite cf the attempts at cemmercializing (the black and orange Isses, the paper mache decor, the desiner. costumes, the designer ids, the parents who drve Ids inte strange but lucrative upscale neighbrhods) -. in spite cf all that Halloween still remains a kids' occasion. We adulte can watch from the -sidelines but are forever barred from taldng part. But how eager we are teget tethe wrengsMi deOf the mask. Our paper girl, who is ton, mye Jeven came te collect last week. '"What are yeu going te be?' I asked. She looked at a. friend, and then at myv daughter who was modeling ber Peter Pan bat, and sbook ber bead. 'rWe're net going out," she said, "except*maybe te a party- i thougbt of that last niébt as I watcbed my four-year-old Peter Pan heading for ber- rounds. Perhaps Peter Pan was the most fittung costume posble; Halloween is enly for those wbo neyer grow Up. And this Peter Pan, like Jenny as a gbost at two and Dylan with bis tin-can armer, Mill grow up. By my reckoning we have six, maybe seven Halloween nights left. After that, as Peter Pan said, is the beginning cf the end. March of Dimes seeks Whitby campaign coordiAtor The Ontarie March cf Dîmes ie looking for a community campaign coordinater for its 1990 fundraising campaign ini Wbitby. Every january thousands of volunteers acroes Canada canvase their communities te maise money for the March of Dmes during its annual fiindraising drive. The Marcbing Mothers Who teck te the streets ini the 1950s bave grown inte a volunteer network cf 10,000 people in the province. However, the Marcb of Dimes needs te brung even more people on board. 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