Long before worries of knives and poisons in treats I use to eagerly dream of Popcorn balls. Yummy homemade popcorn balls!! And,No, my mother did not make them. Nope, The little old lady a few houses down was the maker.
Every Halloween my father would lovingly walk me around our neighborhood. We always stopped at the old couples house on our street. Usually towards the end of our night. They fussed over my costume!! And we always went into their home for a few minutes. Typically, it was a cold evening in Ohio,therefore stepping into their warm, comfy house was just what my cold toes wanted. In addition,I loved all the attention while my dad chatted with the older couple!
Oh, and their house smelled yummy. You could just tell the old woman had made those popcorn balls all day. You could smell the butter,mixed with popcorn and sweet smell. It melted in my mouth and I couldn’t wait to get home and eat my popcorn ball. Sometimes,every great once in awhile, if my dad got to chatting a little longer with the old couple, the little old lady would give me a popcorn ball to eat while I waited to head out the door to get our next stop.
Oh, how I loved her popcorn balls and stopping there!
Now, that I fondly look back, I imagine that the old couple loved the evening too. We were not the only ones to stop in and chat. I am sure it was one of their busiest fall nights and they enjoyed all the attention and company too!!
Do you have a fond childhood memory of trick or treating?
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