For the last several years my son has handed over a full sized Hershey Bar to every child in the long parade of scary folks coming by the porch.
It, at first, seemed extravagant to me, but he loves every minute of it. He considers it a spiritual experience. He gives bottled water to tired and thirsty parents.
Last night he gave 500 Hershey Bars, (one per Trick or Treater) then the bags of candy others of us brought with us, for a total of over 600 kids in about two and a half hours. He gave bottled water to 200 thirsty adults.
I had a wonderful Halloween again this year, but I haven't had a Hershey Bar several decades. "Dark" is now my chocolate of choice. But I do have a very favorite Hershey Bar experience.
In the late 1960s my husband, Ken, and our two very small children lived in a country parsonage in North Georgia while Ken was in seminary at Candler School of Theology at Emory University in Atlanta. One or two nights a week all four of us commuted to the Emory campus to stay in a single dorm room. We had one double bed. The kids slept beside us in sleeping bags. In one corner was a tiny stove with one burner, a sink and tiny refrigerator. Dishes and utensils were extremely limited. It was a challenge to prepare meals but it was fun.
One of our favorite treats was chocolate cake. Do you remember when cake mix that you would mix with water and bake in it's own foil lined box was introduced? It made four small squares of chocolate cake. While it was still warm and we were finishing our supper, we placed two unwrapped Hershey Bars on the warm cake.
When we had cleaned up after supper and were ready for a treat - the four squares of melted Hershey Bar covered cake were perfect!
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