In the early 1940s we children had no fear
running the streets in the dark, bags in hand with an occasional stop to bob for apples but the highlight of the evening was always a stop at the Spreckley household at the end of the block. Consumer items such as cigarettes, Kodak film and chewing gum were in short supply as they were headed for the troops. But Bill Spreckley was sales manager for Wrigley's Chewing Gum and a targeted visit. Except you didn't pull that "trick or treat" on him - he and wife turned the tables and we had to perform, sing or recite to receive the swag. I recall saying my prayers in Gaelic as taught by grandma
Some of the things we did for a stick of chewing gum.
tjs
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