One night of bliss - eating as much candy as we wanted - wearing costumes that were thrown together at the last minute - trick-or-treating in neighborhoods without parents since it was considered a safe outing - and sometimes being invited inside a home to sing a song or do a jig before we were rewarded with a treat.
Even though catfish eat from the bottoms of lakes, ponds and rivers, and are considered scum fish by many gourmands, a Southern fish fry featuring catfish (dredged in a mixture of 1/2 cornmeal and 1/2 flour before frying crispy brown), hush puppies and cole slaw was (and continues to be) a mouth-watering event.
My sister and I spent many summer hours planning and implementing our very own backyard carnival featuring clowns, games and exotic animals. The whole neighborhood was invited. A huge Texas thunderstorm appeared and the exotic animals (dogs, lizards, frogs) escaped, the cable (clothesline) holding up our grand tent (army blanket) broke, and everyone ran home, including the ringmaster (neighborhood boy). It was an exciting disaster!