Tuesday, October 16, 2007


As we get closer to All Hallows Eve, I can’t help but remember when candy was the only objective. The question was who could get the most and who could get the best kind. I remember taking a pillowcase around from door to door. By now I would have had my costume figured out and tried it on in front of the mirror at least three of four times. I had to be ready; there was only a small window of opportunity to achieve my goal.
Moana Street was the best place on the whole island, maybe the whole world to get your candy. Rumors of Rat Poison and razor blades always were in the news and it made the safety of trick or treating on a street you knew everyone that much more reassuring. Parents from the other side of the island would bring their kids to come and knock on our doors.
I remember some of the houses that were high lights on my candy crusade. Sister Curran never let you down, her witch costume always gave me the creeps, Brother Jackson loved to spook you out and you could always count on a new twist each year.
I remember one year that we switched day’s form Sunday to Saturday, where else in the world can you change a holiday day. I can honestly say I felt sorry for the kids who came all the way from Town on Sunday and got nothing to show for it.
Seeing all my friends as we traveled around the block was part of the fun, wondering if they were getting more candy then me.
After we got home pouring out my candy on the floor admiring the loot and picking out one or two that were the pick of the bunch.
We counted candy traded candy ate candy for weeks after the big day, eventually getting down to the caramel maples and the raisins, who gives out raisins anyway?


  1. As a parent who lived through 10 Halloweens on Moana Street, we had to buy candy for at least 700 kids by the time we left Hawaii - we knew of kids being bussed in from outlying areas to come to our street, because we were the "rich" haoles! Ha! We only gave one piece of candy to each trick-or-treater, while our kids were out doing the same! Sister Curran says she hopes she didn't scare anyone too badly - she certainly made a gruesome-looking witch but animated witch. So we had some weird nights some years - one year it rained so hard that Mayor Faxi postponed it to another night I think. Anyway, thanks Jared for bringing it our remembrance - hope others can put their comments on, especially some of my kids who remember it. Aloha, Doug Curran

  2. When dressed as a witch I'd 'fly' through the classrooms of my children at Laie Elementary. I would scare the students with an apple I would offer to them. The witch character emerged the year Halloween was canceled; actually postponed. Linda Smith called and suggested our little (huge) band of Moana kids could come to her house and have a spontaneous party. The kids were already disappointed by the delay of the 'sweet' celebration. I looked into our closet and remembered we had an old black graduation gown. My hair was very curly and with ratting it and dousing it with baby power, I could develop a huge hairdo that, added to the emerging makeup, would create a pretty frightening character. I really got into it when I realized I could add some green food coloring on top of the white clown base I had on my face. Not yet being satisfied, I grabbed a tooth pick put some Vaseline in a cup, added some red food coloring and proceeded to create the red blood dripping from my nose, eyes and mouth. I took some black food coloring, added it to the Vaseline and with the toothpick, applied the color between my teeth. Opening the door of the bathroom, I stepped out to show the new me to Doug. Unfortunately Shannon, a toddler then, saw me and started to cry. I ran out into the rain, jumped into the orange VW van and drove to Linda Smith's house where the kids had already gathered. Nobody knew what would be 'flying' into the house. Amid screams, a new character was born. It's is of interest that I will never subject my grandchildren to such a witch. I have been redeemed; there is a new, gentler witch.