Bobbing for apples and boxty and homemade costumes for trick-or-treat.
Grandma knit mittens for each child. In one marathon, she started with the snow and had every finger covered before the snow ended, eleven pairs of mittens in one good snowstorm. No trouble.
Long, dark nights and no street lights, only window-light miles apart, and then those lights go out. Don't be out in only moonlight. Saying prayers in case of that!
Cheers,
Mary Ellen