Sort of. Children do not knock at our doors anymore on October 31. When was it that Halloween became an adult holiday?
I remember a business lunch in 1980s Baltimore. Waitress arrives all costumed out. Seemed odd then, still does. But maybe this is not fair. Didn't I go to a party in the 1960s as the girlfriend of a motorcycle guy. That's because I was just that. Simple: we both wore black and white and eye masks. Pretty cute driving through Manhattan.
Ron and I rushed through an early dinner to go crosstown. One child was already gone; they youngest and oldest were preparing. If this photo could talk, question would be, "How many family members does it take to pin cat tail on 5 year old Ellie's costume?"
And how many methods will be considered before a stapler is selected.
Finishing touches for Zach were simple. He and a friend had decided on a cooking mode. Zach would be the chef (no idea what the other boy, also Zach, would wear). We had a very antique blue and white French style apron we brought along. It saw much use by Ron--pottery-making, cooking.
All ready, the doorbell began to announce neighborhood kids. Before they left to take each child elsewhere, Rachel and I were on duty with the bowl of goodies. Once Ron and I were alone, we had the pleasure of seeing the outfits of little two year olds through fifteen--and parentsm some also costumed.
It was delightful. I particularly enjoy this type of neighborhood event that reminds me of the time in the 1970s when Rachel and her brother were young in Baltimore. Like the sense that with so much changing around us, there still are old traditions like trick or treat that everyone wants to continue.