“Do you remember that?” I asked my husband, who grew up in the Deep South bayous of Louisiana.
“No, that was thought part of the international conspiracy,” he said, grinning.
We are a bit too old to remember the first year UNICEF was part of Halloween, but as an elementary student growing up in South Orange, NJ, in the 50s, I regularly collected for UNICEF – always, I confess, in tandem with my own request for sweet offerings of a different nature.
