Those of you that read this regular series know that I am from Hackett, Arkansas, just a mile or so from the Oklahoma border, and just about 10 miles south of the Arkansas River. It was a rural sort of place that did not particularly appreciate education, and just zoom onto my previous posts to understand a bit about it.
As a kid, Halloween was one of my favorite birthdays. I think that around four or five I really came to like it, and by grade school was wild about it. I still remember the name and the chorus of a poem in my second grade civics book. It was called “Black and Gold” and the part that I remember
Black and gold, black and gold, and nothing in between,
When the world turns black and gold, you know it’s Halloween
When was really small my mum and grandmum would take me trick or treating, but by the time I was six or so I was free to go by myself, but usually my cousin Mike and/or my friend Rex would go together. You have to consider both the time and the culture to understand why our folks would allow us to do that.