I looked forward to Halloween in the early 1950s. Mommy, Daddy and I lived in Brooklyn, N.Y., and on Halloween Mommy dressed me in an old white bed sheet and a scary mask that we bought at the five and dime store. Mommy never wore a Halloween costume when she took me trick-or-treating. “I’m too old,” Mommy said. Daddy didn’t wear a costume either. Daddy stayed home to give candy to the ...
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