I have such wonderful memories of Halloween in the 1960s. We used to drag out the trunk of dress up clothes. It was full of antique bits and pieces of apparel smelling a little of moth balls. I was always a gypsy, my brother was a lady (pretty cute with a butch haircut and converse shoes). We would be out for hours, it seemed, with our pillowcases of nickle candy bars. I guess that's why I love the vintage Halloween decor so much.