Trick-Or-Treating In the 60's

Trick-or-Treating in the 60’s.
The good ole days.
When no one wore a bloody costume
Or a provocative costume or an offensive costume.
An innocent time when adults monitored children.
We had those awful hard plastic masks
The ones with an elastic string that broke.
They were ill-fitting and made seeing almost impossible.
Our parents did not drive us to the good neighborhoods.
We walked from house to house trick-or-treating with
People who knew us in our own neighborhood. No one checked their candy.
Homemade brownies and popcorn balls were devoured not discarded.
They were our favorite treats, we ate them between houses.
When it was getting late these adults who knew us sent us home
And we went without protesting because they were adults and we knew respect.
Did I mention we said thank you too? Integrity and manners preceded us.
Trick-or-Treaing in the 60’s.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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Wolf Avatar
October 4, 2018 at 10:16 PM
Yup, remember it well... ~ gw
Krutsinger Avatar
October 5, 2018 at 3:11 AM
I know you do; and I do too.
Kiser Avatar
October 4, 2018 at 7:23 AM
"No one checked their candy. Homemade brownies and popcorn balls were devoured not discarded. They were our favorite treats, we ate them between houses." Those were the days...I loved the popcorn balls; haven't seen them in years though. I used to love the colored ones, too. This was a very pleasantly penned memory walk.
Krutsinger Avatar
October 4, 2018 at 7:29 AM
I still crave those popcorn balls, and those fabulous smeary brownies, M.L.
Mcferran Avatar
October 3, 2018 at 4:24 PM
Lovely nostalgic piece! It was definitely a more innocent time...
Krutsinger Avatar
October 4, 2018 at 5:55 AM
It was such a GREAT time in my memory banks.
Bauer Avatar
October 3, 2018 at 12:29 PM
ah yes, a far cry from today, caren! well written...
Krutsinger Avatar
October 3, 2018 at 1:53 PM
Such a far cry, I doubt we would recognize ourselves now.
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