to dislike the term "trick or treat"

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Where I was brought up it was called "guising" and everytime I mention it to a child they have no idea what it means! Its a shame our local languages are getting taken over by american terms and it annoys me that the younger generation havent got a clue about these traditional terms.

well i still call it guising and will be bringing my kids up to call it that.... and to perform a 'turn' if they want goodies.

Isn't guising for Guy Fawkes? The children in the town I used to live in would do "penny for the guy" (even if the guy was actually a football in a wheelbarrow ).

What I did love was the local tradition of the children's fair where people would decorate their houses and there'd be a king and queen chosen from whichever school was leading that year, must Google to find out what that was.

YABU.

was trick or treating when i was young

Think guising means something about going in disguise so that the witches and ghouls wouldnt recgnise you! I remember going into neighbours houses ang lining up with all my friends do do our turn before we got any goodies.

guising is scottish (and irish) and the origin of hte american trick-or-treating. it is for all hallows eve.

penny for the guy is different (and not common in scotland).

fluffles - this was in Scotland (guising with a guy) although I couldn't say whether it was before Halloween or after.

We used to have to bring in our bins on bonfire night as well, for fear they'd be nicked and torched. Good times.

No guising has is Scottish/Irish for Trick or Treating. In my day we didn't have a carved pumpkin but a turnip - I always learned some new swear words as my Dad carved the turnip. It is still called guising in my neck of Edinburgh.

My DD thinks it is called trickle treating! We don't go round the houses but plenty come to us and that is all she hears bless her

SGM - some traditions deserve to die and carving turnips is one of them.

God the smell of charred turnip flesh! Awful and yet exciting!

Hmm, almost a right of passage watching your Dad almost remove his thumb. Getting all wistful now.