and long leggedy beasties and
things that go BUMP! in the night
may the good Lord deliver us." *
"Hey, what are you going out Trick or Treatin' as this year?" I was always garbed as Wendy the Witch from the Caspar cartoons... I would wear all red and have a little broom and off I would go with the rest of the neighborhood "gang". We went from door to door and I doubt that we frightened anyone all that much. The pirates, gypsies, tramps (no thieves here, folks), clowns, cowboys and Indians... we had ourselves a grand time! Especially at the favored house of one and all... the Peterson's place... Harold and his wonderful sister, Aggie, as we called her, doted on us youngsters every year.
But enough of my childhood memories... shall we move along and see a few treats now?
* the above poem comes from an old Cornish prayer
