Grandpa John and Grandpa Dooley were carving pumpkins for the Halloween party at the “Can Do” Street Community Center.
They didn’t notice a few of the “Can Dos” coming into the room. They were busy talking about what Halloween was like when they were kids.
Once the “Can Dos” realized what the grandpas were talking about, they ducked behind a pile of decorations so they wouldn’t be seen but could hear what the grandpas were saying.
“Do you remember the Halloween songs we used to sing and the poems we used to recite in the Halloween plays and skits we had in school on Halloween day,” asked Grandpa Dooley. “Hmm,” said Grandpa John, “I don’t remember any poems but I do remember a song we used to sing.”
That’s funny,” said Grandpa Dooley,”I don’t remember any songs, but I do remember a poem.”
Just as they were starting to share what they remembered, one of the “Can Dos” coughed. “Whose there called out Grandpa John ?” Hector, Willie Nellie and Annie came out from behind the pile of decorations. Grandpa Dooley asked, “Were you eavesdropping on us?” “HUH,” said Hector,”What’s that?”
Grandpa Dooley answered, “Eavesdropping is doing what you just did. It’s when you hide out so you can hear what someone is saying and they don’t know you are there.” The “Can Dos” got red in the face and looked embarrassed. Hector spoke for all of them when he said, “We’re sorry. We just wanted to hear what Halloween was like in the olden days.”
Both grandpas smiled at each other and Grandpa Dooley said, “Grandpa John, should we share the song and the poem we remember from when we were their age?”
Grandpa John said, “I’ll go first. Every Halloween we would have an all day event at school. There would be square dancing, storytelling by the teachers and the principal would give each child a small box of Halloween candies. Then certain children were called on to recite a poem or sing a song.
I sang Pumpky Pumpkin. It went like this…
The candlelight inside him makes his eyes light up and gleam; he shines right through the window at you for a happy, happy Halloween.
Oh, Pumpky Pumpkin is a happy pumpkin and do you know why, cause he’s a Jack’o Lantern instead of being a pumpkin pie.”
The “Can Dos” all clapped and asked him to sing more of the song. “Sorry,” said Grandpa John, “But that is all I remember.”
Then Grandpa Dooley recited his poem.
“It must be Halloween.”
It must be Halloween, for when I passed him by
A Jack’ o Lantern smiled at me and winked his yellow eye.
He grinned with all his teeth, from high upon the shelf
I didn’t feel afraid because I’d cut him out myself.
“Wow,” said Willie. “I guess you did have Halloween fun in the olden days!”
A message from Grandpa John and Grandpa Dooley, Why not ask your grandparents and parents what they did on Halloween?