OMG, I LOVED dookin' when I was a wee girl. Also, treacle dipped pancake things strung up and our hands behind our backs and trying to eat them. What a mess! Gaun guisin and having to sing or dance or recite poetry to get a halfpenny, a penny was the big league. One neighbour used to give us Blue Riband biscuits. To this day, I hate them !! There was none of this "trick or treat or we'll turn your car into a Ford Omelette"