The years of trick-or-treating are far behind us. Did they really go so fast? I think, remembering the trick-or-treating we did with our cousins back in the late sixties. The exitement, the costumes, the kicking of the leaves. One year, a house in their neighborhood had a "haunted house" that the children of the family had set up. They invited everyone in to wander through their basement and be 'scared' only to return to the main level for cider and donuts before going outside again to the cold, the leaves and the smell of woodsmoke.
They were good times, those days, where nostalgia lives and breathes and finds my being too often lurking. Where the houses are old and large and full of polished wood and back staircases. Now Chuck talks to me about Halloween next year as he looks forward to taking Elliot out and about, most likely in his dad's (Elliot's grand-dad's) neighborhood where trick or treaters flourish and where his own memories of Halloween reside.
|in younger years, l-r: Dylan, Ray, Chuck|