The Halloweens of my youth in Vienna, IL. were happy and fun events without the worries of bad things happening to any of us.
- We "trick or treated" all over town,
- After dark,
- Without guardians,
- and ate our goodies as we walked along.
The passage of time has dimmed my memory of most of the names of whose home was good for what. Such as this home was good for apples, that home was good for oranges, that home was good for chocolates, that home was good for cookies, etc. But, as long as I live, I will never forget the home of Judge and Mrs. Porter where we would get the best popcorn balls ever, EVER.
