poetpotter

    Halloween night, when I was growing up in rural Ontario was quite different than kids roaming the streets in the city looking  for treats. For us, we had to wait until Dad was done his chores in the barn, milking cows and feeding the cattle, chickens, pigs and gathering eggs. Here's a look into our Halloween. Costumes and Treats Come Halloween night there were no store-bought costumes we rummaged our parents' closet for the real             the ridiculous           the unusual and came up with the usual Mom's dress   a string of costume jewelry Dad's coveralls, clean from the wash a handkerchief stuffed in the front pocket;   fresh child faces without a mask we could be someone else  without hiding the real us a small bad for treats and we waited 'til evening chores were done There were never tricks Mrs. B. always asked us to sing for our treats I don't remember the songs we sang on a cold October night only the smell of fresh baking spread on the table befo