I grew up in a one-block town. Literally! There was one block, and a few houses that extended off each street. As a youngster in the early ’60’s when planning a costume for Halloween you had to pick one of three goals: not be recognizable; be the most unusual; or the most outlandish. There were many houses in town that the lady had to figure out who you were before you got your candy. Sometimes it could be a slow process. It was fun if you could stump them. No one wore just a mask! My favorite house gave out homemade caramel popcorn balls (Nice big ones.) Another house wanted us to come inside for cider and doughnuts. We went there last.
Back then the full size candy bars of today only cost five cents. We got a lot of them; they didn’t have to be checked before we ate them and parents didn’t go with their kids. My father had an antique business in the ’70’s and ’80’s in that same little town. He gave out huge candy bars. The Hershey bars that were 4 inches by 8 inches! He called them his security system. He never locked the doors of the big house turned shop. Occasionally he would hear of some shenanigans in town and chuckle that his house was never touched because the “Kids” would protect it from others.
My mother had a friend that lived out in the country, so she would come to our house to see the trick-or-treaters. She purposely parked her car where the windows would get soaped saying it needed to be washed at least once a year. Then it got waxed. She parked it out back in our barn after that.
We would often have about 100 trick-or-treaters and it was a fun evening we planned and looked forward to for weeks. There was a Halloween parade in school, and carved pumpkins on most steps. Now I live in suburbia and my street has no sidewalks or streetlights. The most visitors we have ever had for Halloween is nine. It’s a good thing I have good memories.