Operation: Cunning Plan
This story is dedicated to my late Granny. I wanted to find some way for you all to meet her, as she was an amazing woman. So Operation: Cunning Plan came into effect. I aged-down almost everyone I could get my hands on so you could Trick-or-Treat her, leaving only a few adult chaperones to look after the mini-simselves. I hope you enjoy my little story about my Granny, and I wonder if you’ll notice a few other sneaky things I added.
Halloween will never be the same again for my family. Not that it was a big deal down here in my neck of the woods; I guess it just didn’t catch on where I lived. Mind you, who’s to say that three streets over, the side-walks weren’t filled with children going out Trick or Treating? But for me and my family, it was almost as if it never truly existed.
In our street, we were lucky if we got a few groups on Halloween, dressed up and in search of bountiful treats of the candy variety, sometimes not even that. But it always paid to be prepared, so we bought a lot of candy anyway, in case monsters did turn up. On the bright side of living in a street where Halloween wasn’t a major thing, we got to finish our own candy.
Empty streets and an abundance of left over candy aside, Halloween was always important to our family. Not for any of the above reasons – sure it was fun to dress up, although I mainly did this part as an adult, I never got to go out Trick or Treating – No, it was because Halloween was my grandmother’s birthday, and she embraced the day not just as the day she was born, but an opportunity to go just a little bit bonkers.
She would often dress up as a witch, and she would go all-out in decorating her house. When children knocked on the door she always answered with a smile on her face and a big cauldron of candy in her hand. She would put on her most convincing witch voice, and cackle away as she put in the Halloween themed candy into the children’s goodie bags.
There were times when she would pretend that one of the kids had scared her, and hide behind the door, throwing candy out the door screaming, “Aaaaah! A monster! Get away from me you monster! Take the candy!” All the while, young children are in fits of laughter as lollies are tossed in their general direction as a mad old lady was giving them a wonderful, silly show.
Mrs. Doland was a big hit around her neighbourhood, kids would travel from streets away to visit her and witness her in all her goofy brilliance. And some of those kids, weren’t even kids at all. Many teenagers who had experienced her antics would continue to come, well into their teens.
Marguerite Doland was her name. Peggy to family and friends, but she was always Granny to me. She passed away in March, and this is going to be the first Halloween without her.
How strange it will be without her. Not just for us, but for those kids that sought her out. Something precious has been lost to this world, someone that could bring out the joy in those around her. But something tells me that she’s not gone, not truly, she’s just changed her costume is all.
If you want Peggy’s legacy to live on. I’ve uploaded a CC-Free version of her and her house onto the Gallery. I hope you enjoyed your time learning something about my Granny, now you know where my Goofballism comes from!