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Beggars' Night?
Anybody heard of this before? New one on me.
Something that's a little idiosyncratic about my new home.
"Beggars Night, or more properly Beggars' Night, is a regional term for the Halloween-related activity that is referred to in most parts of the United States as "Trick or Treat". Specifically, the term is broadly but not exclusively used in Ohio, and in many parts of Iowa, Massachusetts, New Hampshire, Wisconsin and western New York."
This is the night before Halloween. Beggars' Night is the "treat" night, while Halloween is the "trick" night. So the kids come around in central Iowa on Sunday rather than Monday.
Something that's a little idiosyncratic about my new home.
"Beggars Night, or more properly Beggars' Night, is a regional term for the Halloween-related activity that is referred to in most parts of the United States as "Trick or Treat". Specifically, the term is broadly but not exclusively used in Ohio, and in many parts of Iowa, Massachusetts, New Hampshire, Wisconsin and western New York."
This is the night before Halloween. Beggars' Night is the "treat" night, while Halloween is the "trick" night. So the kids come around in central Iowa on Sunday rather than Monday.
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This was the greatest cabbage night story I have:
A gang of about a dozen of us were out egging stuff, and a lady rode by us on a bicycle. THe whole gang of us stopped... silently watched her pass, and when she was about 50 feet up the street, without a word being spoken, every one of us started lobbing eggs at her, and her crys of "oh lord, what's going on!?!" will stay with me until I die. Later that night, we were all sitting in a dugout planning our next order of mischief when I saw two lights approacing the open end of the dugout and when the policemen entered, one said, "You boys cooking up some eggs for breakfast?" The cops let us all go, but confiscated our eggs. Except the one carton my friend Joey hid in his jacket. Joey is a **** ninja.
That is my one and only cabbage night story.
Edit to add: This is a true story, jackturds. https://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/Cabbage_Night
Aside, I hear the tradtional treat to hand out in Iowa is a pork loin.
Those pesky pagans, what will they think of next?
Moved to Montana, gonna be a dental floss tycoon.
In Detroit, people burn down abandoned buildings
Of course it is Cabbage Night. A different term is used in other regions? Philistines.
Speaking of regional colloquialisms I understand that in other parts of the country people refer to Cree-Mees as "soft serve ice cream." ****? What could be more dead on descriptive of "soft serve ice cream" than "Cree-Mee?" What could be more hip than "let's go to the Cree-Mee stand" which, around here have big graphics of a cree-mee cone festooned with large letters that spell out "C-R-E-E M-E-E?" Get with the program, rest of America.
Speaking of throwing eggs, I grew up in the sticks and we raised chickens and geese. The geese were allowed to roam freely (they make great watch dogs--nothing kept strangers who pulled up to the house inside their cars better than a gaggle of geese running up to the car honking away with their wings fully deployed to their six foot wingspans). While roaming the geese would occasionally plop big eggs out onto the lawn. Sometimes the eggs would get very ripe. My brother and I would have eggs fights with the Pratt boys who were frenemies who lived across the dirt road from our house. One time I lobbed a rotten goose egg at Stevie Pratt when he was climbing over a post and rail fence along the edge of our property. I didn't hit him, but I did hit the wooden rail Stevie was astride. Because the egg was rotten it had a lot of internal gas and it exploded like a hand grenade. The voluminous rotten egg material splatted against Stevie's person. Some of it got into his mouth, which was wide open in surprise. Stevie was older and bigger than me, so I paid for my success, but at least for a moment I tasted victory.