1950's Halloween

I remembered today, while ironing an old shirt with steam rising, that on Halloween night in Ada, Oklahoma, in the front yard of a house, where I once lived and where our grandmother then lived, my brother Donny and I hid behind and old gray Pontiac parked on the lawn. We were shrouded in pillowcases with bandit like slits cut for our eyes. The street in front of that house was high traffic (for that little town) because it lead straight to the college. When a car drove by, we would run from our hiding place and dart toward the street screeching like the small children we were, always rewarded with a honk or two. We had the best time.