Halloween and Stolen Childhoods
Halloween used to be a children’s holiday. In an Eisenhower-era America Halloween was a chance for children (usually about 10 and under) to dress in silly costumes, parade the neighborhood for candy and defy our fears by making fun of ghosts, goblins and other ghoulies. Mom would put a paper sack over our heads, cut out some precarious eye holes (probably the scariest part of the whole evening). She would dress us warm, throw us out the door and tell us to stay together. That was it. We would come home an hour later, cold but with a city block’s worth of treats in our sacks. The worst thing that could happen was forgetting at which house the Jehovah’s Witnesses lived. [ The small white stucco at the top of a steep set of overgrown stairs on the hilly side of the block .] That place was always a disappointment. You went up the hill and only got a copy of the Watchtower for your trouble. The best place to go was t...