My brothers and I enjoyed Halloween about as much as any kids could back in the fifties and sixties. We didn’t think much about ghosts and goblins; we were focused on trick-or-treating.
There never was much candy around our home. We might see some hard candy in a stocking at Christmas. But tasty chocolate bars were rare. So when October 31st rolled around, we were more than ready. Costumes? I think we went as hobos every single year. We couldn’t afford anything fancy, and we always had plenty of crumby old clothes.
Up and down the streets we went … running from house to house … until we’d hit everyone within walking distance. We trundled home tired and happy.
Later we examined our loot. We took a good bite out of our stash Halloween night. We tried to hide the rest from each other, but it was impossible. Sooner or later, someone raided someone else’s candy bag.
We tried to make the candy last until Thanksgiving … but never even got close.
Our thought for today is from Steve Almond:
“Nothing on Earth is so beautiful as the final haul on Halloween night.”