I am remembering Halloween when Peggy and I were children.
We trick or treated in the day's when you left home at dusk, a big pillow case in hand and stayed out until you couldn't drag your full pillow case any longer. We dressed in whatever we could find around the house, which usually meant that we were Ho-Bo's or gypsys. One year, we were sack heads ( see picture)! There were no store bought costumes and part of the fun on Halloween was finding something to wear.
We didn't come home until 10:00 or 11:00 pm or until we couldn't drag our full pillow cases any longer.
There were no adults chaperoning us. Just a bunch of kids who felt safe to walk miles from our homes in the dark on Halloween night.
We sang songs as we walked through the neighborhoods and shouted to the top of lungs when someone opened their door.
TRICK OR TREAT!
We were invited into homes and sat and ate homemade candy and caramel apples and talked with people that we didn't know.
It was a good time to be a kid and a safe time to trick or treat.
I still remember Peggy dragging her pillow case, full of candy and yelling,
Hey, M.L.... wait up!
Sometimes, we would walk up to a front door and shout...Trick or treat...Smell my feet...Give me something good to eat! And I do mean SHOUT!
If no one answered the door, we got vicious....
We would go into their yard and pick up a bunch of leaves and throw them on their front porch and run for our lives, laughing. We thought we were sooo bad and sure the police would arrest us if we didn't run fast enough!
I keep the memories of Halloween past in my heart. The memories of dressing for Halloween and coming home so tired. It didn't matter how late it was or how exhausted we were, we would still spread our candy on the floor, on a piece of newspaper and count each piece.
I open my door on Trick or Treat night now to children who are too shy to even say trick or treat.
I see their parents waiting for them with flashlights.
This is a different time where children are not free to enjoy the Halloween nights that Peggy and I enjoyed and it makes me sad.
Peggy has forgotten about all the Trick or Treat nights at 1805 St Charles Court but I keep them in my heart.
This Halloween, when I open my door to give a treat to a child, I will smile and remember.
I will remember the warm Halloween nights in Birmingham and feel like a child again, inside...
What I would give on this Halloween 2005 to walk down a dark street in Birmingham, Alabama, dragging a pillow case full of candy and hearing Peggy's voice say...
Hey, M.L...........Wait Up! Just once more.
I Love You Today Peggy!