In between door bells, we adults had a martini, so the kids weren't the only ones celebrating.
This looks a little like my ex, in fact.
We all had so much fun, but what made it memorable...toward the end of the evening, a mother showed up pounding on our door demanding to know just what it was we were doing to these children, one at a time.
My husband's fist was balled up, and I had to step in front of him to prevent an assault. This was back in the 60's, NOT in this day and age of epidemic pedophiles, so the insult was searing.
The other Halloween I recall was decades later, in Blue Lake, California, a small logging town up near the Oregon border. I found a salt/water/flour recipe for "permanent" cookies, which you can then paint/decorate. But instead I made 'witches fingers' with long pointy fingernails (which I painted black). The dough bakes up almost flesh colored, and I cut the appropriate knuckle wrinkles into the fingers before baking. I put a hole at the finger end, and put ribbons through the hole, to wear around the neck. They were quite real looking, but oversized. At the door, when the kids came, I told them (in groups) the story of the witch trying to get in to my house, but that I had slammed the door on her, and her fingers fell off. I asked if anyone wanted one of the witches' fingers. Of course they all did, and I only wished I had cooked up more of them that year. The whole neighborhood was full of children with fingers dangling from their necks. Much fun!
Just did a google - somebody else made edible cookies, and here's their photo...close enough.