Halloween in the ’60s, We Worked Hard for Our Candy!

Kids are so coddled anymore. Halloween used to be a test of your mettle. Now parents go out and buy cute outfits, help their kids get dressed, help with their make-up and follow them along with a flashlight. They check their candy and even force them to say thank you when they’re done.  What have we done to our children?

When I was a kid in the wild suburbs of western Pennsylvania, you had to work hard for your Halloween candy. Houses sat on lots that were at least an acre or half an acre, so if you had any hope of getting a good haul, you had to run from house to house, up and down hills. Our parents never went with us, there was no hope of a flashlight and nary a sidewalk in sight.

We kids roamed the neighborhood in a mob. There was a scarcity of cute outfits. You either wore what your older sibling wore the year before, or made something up. There were lots of bums, ghosts, farmers, baseball or football players. I was often an old Italian lady because I could throw the outfit together in ten minutes. I’d wear one of my mom’s old dresses, powder my hair and walk around talking with an Italian accent. (I’m amazed my older Italian lady mother,  never murdered me.)

Older siblings were supposed to watch out for the younger ones, but rarely did. Sometimes it was really cold, and the vapor condensed on the inside of whatever pathetic, hand-me-down plastic mask I was lucky enough to be wearing. Drips rolled down my face as I huffed and puffed from running.

Some neighbors just came to the door and dropped candy in our bags. Others invited us inside and made us stand there until they could guess who we were, wasting valuable candy gathering time. My mom used to hand out little wax paper sacks tied together with string. She’d take a square of wax paper, fill it with candy corn, caramels, and other small treats, pull the paper up around the sweets, and tie it with string. She loved offering candy to kids (whether their parents approved or not) so Halloween came pretty naturally to her.

I always loved how every house had a distinct smell. Some smelled of mothballs, others smelled of dogs, some had a distinctly plastic odor, and some had a lingering aroma of meatloaf. But one house stands out in my memory.

One Halloween, we stopped at Mr. and Mrs. Santelli’s house. They lived at least four blocks away from us on a quiet street. Their house was one of the last ones we hit, before we went home, so I was tired and very hungry.

Mrs. Santelli was a short, quiet, Italian woman with kind dark eyes and neatly styled black hair.  She smiled shyly as she opened the door of their neat, white, frame home to give us candy. As we stood in the chill on their small concrete patio, under the single overhead light, with our bags wide open, the most wonderful aroma of beef cooked with onions poured out the door. I don’t remember what candy she handed out, but, to this day, I still remember that amazing waft of sheer beefiness.

So, when I got old enough to celebrate Halloween with my kids, I decided to recreate it. Every Halloween, I slow cook chuck roast smothered in onions, and red wine. It’s one of my favorite meals. I also make garlic mashed potatoes, roast squash or glazed carrots, pumpkin pie and Halloween cookies.

When my kids were little, I used to throw the doors open and invite all our friends and neighbors over. Parents, grateful for a meal they didn’t have to cook, came by after Trick or Treating with their hungry kids, and we all hung out, ate our fill and had a ball. My ex used to scare the crap out of kids, playing Bach’s Toccata and Fugue in D Minor as he’d slowly open the door, then jump out wearing lots of black eyeliner and red lipstick smeared all over his mouth.  (He did have his moments.) Two little neighbor kids were so freaked out, they tore out of the house.

God, I miss those days, they were such fun and I’m so glad my kids have so many great memories, but I want more. Guess I’ll have to horn in on Brandon and my nephews kids!

The good news is, every time I make chuck roast with wine and onions, I relive those days with one whiff. Thanks Mrs. Santelli.

Slow-Cooked Chuck Roast with Onions and Red Wine

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Creamy Garlic Mashed Red Potatoes