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In was Halloween afternoon 1969 in Santa Maria, California. I was 6 years old and we lived on North Concord Street. The sun had not even set yet and we got our first trick or treater of the night. I wanted to answer the door. My mom always did it or some times my older brother. Later after dark we’d all go watch TV with all the lights out and just not answer the door. But right now it was still light and the kid could see us having dinner right through the window. I jumped up and ran to the door – this was my big opportunity. I opened the door quickly.
“Trick or treat!”
“We don’t celebrate Halloween it’s against our religion.”
The kid was young. I was only 6 and he was smaller than me. I could see his mother standing out on the side of the street. His eyes got big and he turned around and sprinted away from the door screaming, “COMMUNISTS! COMMUNISTS! They’re COMMUNISTS!”
“Trick or treat!”
“We don’t celebrate Halloween it’s against our religion.”
The kid was young. I was only 6 and he was smaller than me. I could see his mother standing out on the side of the street. His eyes got big and he turned around and sprinted away from the door screaming, “COMMUNISTS! COMMUNISTS! They’re COMMUNISTS!”