As I was putting the finishing touches on my grandchildren's Halloween costumes this week, I starting thinking about my own Halloween experiences in the 1950s. How different everything was then.
Finally, too tired to continue... it was time to display the night's treats on the kitchen table. Nobody worried about the goodies. No one found razor blades, etc. in the candy (even from the neighbors we played the pranks on.) Everything was up for grabs. We ate until we couldn't shove another Necco Wafer into our mouth. No one worried about the sugar, the salt, the fat or the artificial colors...ahh, another perfect Halloween.