Halloween night was nothing less than totally magical in my small hometown in Wyoming. As a kid, I received lots of fun treats from my neighbors who knew my siblings and me since the day we were born. My Nana always gave us a homemade caramel apple. One family always gave king-sized candy bars, and another family down the road gave out homemade popcorn balls. But there was one house that was always lined with kids, waiting their turn to receive their traditional homemade sugar cookie. That was the home of a sweet, old lady named Martha Hubbard. Martha likely
