East Mill Creek, SLC Utah, was the ideal, peaceful neighborhood where our kids thrived and grew up. A friendly family our age always invited us over to share their Halloween dinner tradition. Once a year I had a perfect excuse to meet new neighbors and talk to old ones I hadn’t seen in twelve months. While our kids in costumes received sweet offerings (including homemade root beer from a witch on her porch), I was like Mister Rogers saying, “Won’t you be my neighbor.” Ned was lovin’ it — not to mention treats the children shared with Dad afterward. A highlight for the kids one year was their all-out “spook alley” on a vacant lot.
This year is different for most folks. However, I see plenty of creative ways young families are starting new traditions to be recalled by grandparents forty years from now ... with love.
