As an Argentine born person my first Halloween of memory was one when I was 9 at a party at my American school in Buenos Aires.
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The next ones involved our two young daughters from 1975 on in Vancouver, in Burnaby, going out in bitterly cold and rainy nights for loot.
All that finished when they grew up. When Rosemary and I moved to Kitsilano she knew I hated the noise of children knocking on the door. We bought candies together and while I was ensconced upstairs in our bedroom with the door closed she would go down and with a pleasant smile on her face she would answer the door and hand out the candy.
Today October 31, 2023 I did not need to turn off the lights. The few children that may live in our neighbourhood go elsewhere.
The silence of this evening was telling and I slipped into a melancholic despair of missing my Rosemary and hoping that perhaps one of my daughters might call to cheer me up and temporarily remove me from a loneliness I cannot get used to.
But Niño and Niña are affectionate and it occurred to me that they are the colour of candy corn.
