WHEN HALLOWEEN MEANT PENNY CANDY
"Arden, come look at how cute these kids are this year" and with that they'd fill our pillowcases with a handful of candy or a homemade popcorn ball. When I was a kid Halloween was for children. There was hardly a house for blocks that didn't have its porch light on and its screen door wedged open ready to hand out treats. Our supervision came from those watchful neighbors as most of us made our circuit unaccompanied by any adults. We walked the streets, cutting across lawns until our pillowcases became so full we could only drag them along behind us.
THE WIND CHIMES
Harold Feinstein, photographer
Represented by Panopticon Gallery, Boston