RAGGEDY GERALD AND RAGGEDY SUE
We had our side yard filled with tombstones and we would add a new one each year. Some of the tombstones included supposed "last words" such as:
"HERE LIES LESTER MOORE
4 SLUGS FROM A 44
"I TOLD YOU I WAS SICK!"
"HERE LIES JOHN YEAST
PARDON ME FOR NOT RISING"
"PARDON MY DUST" (from Dorothy Parker)
"CURST BE HE WHO MOVES MY BONES" (Shakespeare)
"THAT'S ALL, FOLKS!" (from Mel Blanc)
One year we had a young couple come with their baby and the young father told us that he had always made sure to come to our house when he was a kid because of the "show" and the great treats, and he wanted to bring his child to our house for his baby's first Beggar's Night and he asked if he could film us! I held the baby as we danced to "The Monster Mash" and the baby didn't even cry!
One time we had a wooden coffin and Gerald popped up out of the coffin to hand out treats, but we only did it once because it was too scary!
Each year the attendance dwindled and I can certainly understand the concern of parents about kids being out in the dark, combined with the craziness of a few people ruining it for others. It is with a mixture of sadness--and relief--that we no longer participate in Beggar's Night. We decided to disband our yearly spectacle but I still miss our extravaganza.
Les, ever the wit, said, "Wonder if the ghosts of Lorne Greene, Michael Landon, Dan Blocker and Pernell Roberts will be there?"