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Aurelia
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Years ago when I was a kid, I went trick-or-treating with my cousin who lived on the “rich” block (where they gave full size Hersey bars, not those dinky "treat"size.) At one house the people were giving out donuts–they had each of us reach into a big paper bag and pull one out. I got a French donut and ate it right then and there. As a kid I thought that was so cool. Of course, that was before Political Correctness and the Age of Litigation. ( I remember that mothers of that era would leave their babies out on their front porches in buggies for a airing. And they’d routinely leave their small children outside the neighborhood grocery store to wait for them while they shopped. My grandmother would come along and, feeling sorry for the little tykes, would give them candy from her purse!!! But I digress.)
Once while taking my three kids out on Halloween, a man gave each of them a genuine silver dime. The kids probably weren’t impressed, but I have those dimes put away for them.
Once while taking my three kids out on Halloween, a man gave each of them a genuine silver dime. The kids probably weren’t impressed, but I have those dimes put away for them.