I should add that my hometown is small, 5500 at the 1960 census (these memories of mine are from the mid- and late-1960s), and First through Eighth are the major numbered streets: there is no Ninth, and Tenth is just a few blocks long. I tell this to my friend who works in Manhattan, just to give him a chuckle.

One of the highlights of childhood Halloweens was the local parade, when kids gathered in the parking lot of the county courthouse, on South Seventh Street, and marched straight down Gallatin Street (the main drag) into the downtown. The kids with the best costumes got little prizes. I don't remember if I ever did, but the idea of walking in the middle of the street was a huge thrill! At that time, Vandalia's business district was still vibrant and a few stores were open in the evening.

Now we live in St. Louis, which seems to have a unique Halloween convention: kids are supposed to tell a joke when they trick or treat. I'd never heard of that before. We live in a neighborhood with many kids, so I hope we've purchased enough candy for tomorrow night.
Daughter Emily has trick or treated nearly every year since she was little. While Vandalia kids seemed to think trick or treating was unconscionably uncool after a certain point, Emily's generation has embraced it. When she was in college, she and her friends went out Halloween evening! Some of my students plan to dress up tomorrow.
(A post from a couple years ago, slightly updated.)
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