Halloween 1956
Halloween Old School Yes, it was a long time ago and far away. But I remember it clearly because it was the first time I was allowed to participate, to actually go out and search for gold, candy. And my favorite person, my Uncle Jerry, was my adult supervision. I lived in Falls Church, Virginia, a very quaint community about 15 miles from Washington, D.C. There were tons of kids in the area, and I had watched them Trick or Treating through my living room window for years. Sigh. My brother always got to go, and I was always left behind. No candy for me because he was a greedy kid who wasn't giving it up. In fact, he would eat it in front of me and describe how good it was. Then he would tease me and ask if I wanted some. Of course, I did. He said I had to ask him nicely, which of course I did. I even lowered myself to begging with the "pretty please," followed by tears of anger and frustration. The pig never gave it up. But this year would be different. Ba