Years later, when his second daughter 'Feather' had children, The Mister seized the opportunity to revive the tradition.
When L was three and H was 6 months, he invited Feather to bring the kids to our house to celebrate. At the time they lived about an hour and a half away, so they came for the weekend. We all set out at dusk, L was in her Sheriff Barbie get-up and H was in the stroller, dressed as a dinosaur or caterpillar or 'something green.'
It was a bit misty out, and Feather and The Mister were rigging up some way to keep the rain out of the stroller, so L and I went up the walk to the first house. We ran the bell and when the door opened, I prompted L to say, "trick-or-treat" as had been practiced. What had not been practiced was the getting candy part. The neighbor lady admired the costume and put two fun size candy bars in L's bag, said "Happy Halloween" and closed the door. As we turned to leave the porch, L looked up at me with big round eyes and proclaimed, "I love you, Grandma!"
And without shame, I let her keep the impression that somehow, I was responsible for Halloween!
(Happy Birthday, L!)