by Catriona McPherson
Now, being a huddled mass, I don’t usually go in for much mine’s-bigger’n-yours/yours’s-better’n-mine when it comes to my two countries. It’s unseemly. I’ve moved to the US and the only thing to say is “Thank you for having me.”
Also, most issues are beyond debate: BBC beats PBS; USPS beats Royal Mail; British cheese doesn’t come in an aerosol can; US plumbing totally rules. (And California just nudges into first place above Scotland when it comes to weather, Mexican food, hummingbirds, watermelon juice, and sequoias.)
But here comes Halloween and I’m up for a friendly debate.
Round 1: turnips or pumpkin
Here in the new world where pumpkins abound, growing in their dozens at every gas station and Dollar Tree from sea to shining sea, little children can make Halloween lanterns with a spare half-hour and a bent spoon.
Back in the old country, where the only pumpkins we ever saw were papier maché and had Cinderella inside on her way to a party, children carve lanterns out of turnips. Swedes. Rutabagas.
Hours of grinding effort, paring away rock-hard flesh a sliver at a time, losing fingers, losing days of school, losing the will to live. And what we ended up with was something that looked like Hannibal Lecter with his mask on.
And smelled like the armpit of his straitjacket after the long journey to Anthrax Island.
Character-building toil and a smelly beige mess, or orange abundance and no work ethic at all. Who wins this one? You tell me.
Round 2: guising vs trick-or-treating
At first glance, guising (literally “going in disguise”) and trick-or-treating sound exactly the same. Little children dress up as Casper or a pirate and bug their neighbours.
But in America all they have to do is ring the doorbell and hold out their hand (and in it an enormous reinforced orange bucket) to be showered with goodies. In Scotland they have to perform. We used to do a dance, sing a song or recite a poem.
These days, I hear they get away with telling a joke. But that threatens to undercut the point of guising. Teenagers are too embarrassed to join in. And so guisers are all small, manageable and grateful for what they’re given. A good thing, since what they’re given, often, is money.
So ritual humiliation in return for hard cash or demanding sugar with menaces. Which is better? Who can say.
Round 3: candy vs fruit
When we weren’t out guising at Halloween in Scotland we were kneeling on the kitchen lino undergoing the water torture known as dooking. Mum filled a tin bath with water and floated apples and monkey nuts in it, then we held our breath, put our hands behind our backs, submerged our heads and tried to get them out again. The nuts were easy; you can Hoover up quite a cache of them even in a little rosebud like mine, but the apples were a challenge, I have to say.
Whether you did it with suction while inhaling water or pushed the apple to the bottom and bit into it while inhaling water, you inhaled a lot of water. If we had known that in other parts of the world wee kids were knocking on people’s doors and being given Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups for doing precisely nothing, there might have been a riot.
Snack-sized confectionary by the bucket-load, got by strolling, or apples and peanuts with a side order of your sisters’ saliva, got by choking? I think, in this case, the answer is pretty clear.
Happy Halloween when it comes, everyone.
Divided by a common language again! Monkey nuts are peanuts with their shells still on.
Posted by: Catriona | October 23, 2012 at 08:02 AM
Thanks--I admit, I had to look it up!
If I were a kid, I would definitely prefer trick or treating, but now that I have reached the handing-out-candy stage, I think guising sounds much more entertaining!
Posted by: Donna Andrews | October 23, 2012 at 08:05 AM
Performing for candy! Why didn't I think of that? I'll give the little kids imaginatively dressed as penguins, astronauts and laptops a pass, but when those big, hulking teens show up on my doorstep and try to convince me that torn jeans and a sweatshirt are a "costume," they're gonna have to sing or do tricks for their candy.
Posted by: Marcia Talley | October 23, 2012 at 08:09 AM
We didn't do Halloween, just hawked Guy Fawkes around the streets, 'Penny for the guy.' Bonfire Night was the big occasion. That really was ours is bigger than yours, especially if we'd nicked chumps on Mischievous Night. (Chumps = wood, old sofas, anything that burned).
Posted by: FrancesBrody | October 23, 2012 at 09:23 AM
Aha. If one of my nephews ever says "Let's go out and nick chumps," I will know a) that they have been reading British children's books and b) they should be prevented from acting on what they have learned.
Posted by: Donna Andrews | October 23, 2012 at 09:35 AM
Yeah, we don't really go in for Bonfire Night north of the border. Someone tried to blow up the English parliament? Yeah. And? ;-) It's like Thanksgiving. People say to Neil and me "Oh no! You're so far from your families!" And we add "on this and every other indistinguishable Thursday in November." The first year, Neil scheduled an 8am class for the the Friday following and the students had to elect a representative to go and sort him out.
Posted by: Catriona | October 23, 2012 at 09:37 AM
This was funny, and informative. I didn't know if you did Halloween in Britain. You sure don't skimp on tradition, though, which is nice.
Posted by: lil Gluckstern | October 23, 2012 at 10:57 AM
I don't know that our local store (in Texas) even sells turnips. But pumpkins! You can't throw a vampire without hitting one. Or ten. I would love to see children perform for their candy, though. It's never too early to learn that you don't get something for nothing.
Posted by: Charlaine Harris | October 23, 2012 at 11:21 AM
Heavens, turning a rutabaga into a lantern sounds like no kind of fun at all. You Scots do everything the hard way. Is it a test of character?
And by the way, is an apple really worth all that trouble?
If we ever had trick-or-treaters come here I would follow Marcia's lead, and force the older kids to get creative.
Posted by: Karen in Ohio | October 23, 2012 at 01:31 PM
I like the performing as a way of sorting out the older kids.
Although in some areas, there are ordinances forbidding children over a certain age to trick or treat (unless accompanying a younger sibling. My home county supposedly had one, and rumor has it that one of my cousins was responsible for its creation. He went trick or treating one year on his motorcycle, dressed as a Hell's Angel.
Posted by: Donna Andrews | October 23, 2012 at 01:59 PM
Lil, They didn't do Halloween in England (or Wales as far as I know) but it was always huge in Scotland. I'm guessing the Scots brought it to America - I know this is fighting talk - and now the American tradition is going back over to England. A long way round for a shortcut, if you ask me.
Posted by: Catriona | October 23, 2012 at 03:34 PM
Where I grew up (NJ), kids use to shout in a whiny, sing-song way, "Anything for Halloween?" rather than just ringing the bell and holding their bags out as they do here (AZ). I think that qualifies as performing. I have to confess to having been one of those awful teens who demanded candy, while not wearing a costume. Teenagers! Now I hate when they come to my door.
Posted by: Kris Neri | October 23, 2012 at 04:10 PM
Yeah, teenagers. But little kids in costumes? I love..I can't get enough butterflies and princesses and pirates. SO cute. ANd they are so happy as princesses, you know?
Performing does seem like a good idea..could there be Halloween caroling?
Posted by: Hank Phillippi Ryan | October 25, 2012 at 08:55 AM
Delightful to know that the Scots brought traditions as well as an odd sense of humor to the U.S.
I love seeing the little ones in their costumes.
Wonder if I could get them all to sing? Nah... our candy isn't that great.
Posted by: Kathy McIntosh | October 25, 2012 at 07:14 PM
sadly the traditions you mention are disappearing in Scotland -greetings from Inverness! I haven't seen a turnip lantern for years (well, they are 10 times the effort to make). Its all pumpkins now. You forgot to mention the annual humiliation of trying to eat treacle scones off a string. My four year old refers to guising as "trickle treating". Will have to keep educating her... :o)
Posted by: Carolyn | October 30, 2012 at 09:26 AM
Noooooo, lightly singed neep smells wonderful! I did a pumpkin one year and although it was easier it didn't feel like Hallowe'en without the smell. I did two neepie lanterns this year and they only took about three-quarters of an hour total. Think that might be my Personal Best.
Posted by: Peeriemoot | November 06, 2012 at 03:53 AM