When you live out a country road and do not have young children, there are few signs of ghost and gobblin (or Obamas and Palins ) showing up at your door. There was a time when I drove my son into town so he could panhandle some treats from people. In 30 years, I have had less than a dozen children show up at my door.
Hope springs eternal. Each year I get goodies for the chilldren, just in case they show up. For years, once we were convinced no one was coming, my son and I would eat the treats. I wonder who might show this year? I expect I will be eating the treats alone tonight.
For a number of years, when I had foster children and had some children in town hanging out at my place, I would make candy apples. For me, as a child, they were the ultimate Halloween treat. I made enough candy apples so a young friends of mine could take them to school and give everyone a candy apple. Our local school in those years had about 50 children spread over 8 grades. ( Now there are just under 30)
In those days, I could eat candy apples. When you get my age your teeth are not good enough. . . . even if you have enough teeth.
Oh! to be a kid again, dashing from house to house. . . .
"Trick or treat. . . . Trick or treat!" "Shell out, shell out or I will turn your windows inside out!"