Stephanie Pearce: Doc the goat made Halloween fun
It’s Halloween night as a group of about 10 kids ranging in ages from five to 15 are dressed in various costumes from rodeo clowns, to cowboys, to Darth Vader. You would think it’s just any normal group of kids carrying pillow cases and making rounds while trying to fill those pillow cases.
This group, however has an addition that entertains them the entire night. His name is “Doc.” He was a brown and black Nubian goat with the softest floppy ears and he stood as tall as a Great Dane. Doc was our neighborhood mascot for a while when I was a kid.
Doc was owned by my neighbor, Glenda and her family, but we all raced home from school to play with Doc. He had the most fun loving personality. You could find us in Glenda’s back yard playing “tag” with the goat quite often. We would run and run and the goat would chase us until dinnertime.
Walking up to our neighbor’s houses, most thought at first that Doc was a dog. We had him dressed as a ghost, of course, with a white sheet over him, so being a goat wasn’t so obvious. They quickly learned what animal he was as he bolted towards their candy bowls. We would laugh as we gave the neighbors a surprise and then we would take turns holding Doc away from the doorways while the others got their candy. He was a typical goat, though. After about four houses, he wasn’t about to wait for later for the candy and started mugging kids that let their candy bags get too close to his nose and mouth.
The Saturday nearest Halloween, all of us kids on the block would go with the Updike family to the Big Gulch Community Club Party. We would get to dress up again and have a costume contest, play games of all kinds, and then dance to old country music. We would bob for apples, or have apples on a string hanging from the ceiling and see who could eat the most with their hands behind their backs in an allotted time, we would dance old time group dances like “Put Your Little Foot,” “Oh Johnny, Oh,” and the broom dance so everyone had a chance to dance from young to old.
It’s memories like this that I have of Halloween and it saddens me to think that there are neighborhoods and cities that actually ban Halloween. I was raised in a Christian home and church where we celebrated the holiday as a church until the big scare in the 1980’s when people started really pushing that the whole day is evil. My thought on that is that God is my God three hundred sixty-five days a year, including Halloween. I don’t worship Satan on that day, just at many don’t celebrate the birth of Christ on Christmas, yet they still celebrate without worry of turning Christian.
My thought is, enjoy the moments because they go so quickly. Make as many fun memories as you can so you have something besides fear of a holiday to hold on to. You may not have a goat to make your night memorable, but the Big Gulch Community Club still puts on a heck of a party.
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