Halloween

Trick or treat, smell my feet, give me something good to eat! That slogan comes from the generation of my sons Eric and Brook. My generation just said "Trick or Treat," and the neighbors doled out candy, except for Mrs. Sheets. She was a perfectly inoffensive older woman, widowed I think, who wore her long dark hair tied up in a bun on the back of her neck.  Sometimes we would see her outdoors, like at her clothes line, with her hair down, and we whispered that she must be a witch.  On Halloween, she baked chocolate cupcakes with chocolate frosting, and gave them out only to the neighborhood kids from nearby. Strangers got store candy. After trick-or-treating, we headed downtown to the elementary school for a party. That's where Sandy won a costume contest for a mask she made from paper mache' formed over a balloon. It was hemispherical, and painted green. 
     Generations older than mine supposedly claimed Halloween for tricks like tipping over out-houses or rubbing soap on windows, but you can' do that today. First, find one outhouse !