When I was little, around 7 or 8 the neighbor kids would gather on my block on Halloween. It was a tradition that went on for about 6 years. We were not allowed to cross the street, so we walked in a crowd together, laughing and glittering in our costumes. Vampires, witches, cowgirls and angels, beatniks and ghouls. I was the cowgirl. We were a splendid lot. Proud, haughty and so young and innocent.
There must have been thirty children and we would make our way in and out of every six-family house on our four-sided block. The big kids took care of the little kids, and the little kids were delivered to their respective homes when we were done.
Back then we got lots of pennies. A penny would buy gooey candy and some Hershey’s Kisses and pink bubble gum. With enough pennies we could buy a Coca Cola.
Even back then there were scares of poison candy and razors in apples. Thankfully we never had a problem. I was so exhausted after trick or treating that I fell asleep in my costume, smiling.
Mom would go through the bags for safety, and she would steal some for herself. The bags were kept under the sink next to the pots and pans. We had enough candy for weeks. Remembering those days is so sweet, so happy and I will remember my childhood Halloween always and tell my grandchildren of those days while taking them trick or treating.
Georgia
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