Yep, massive. Halloween was the major event in the young person's year that could guarantee a supply of sweets that would last till Christmas time.
Guising was huge. Most costumes were home made (not just the bin bag and paper witch hat type, paper mache was a common feature in some of our costumes) and everyone went out guising, but not with our parents. The parents stayed at home to open the door to guisers.
We had to learn a turn though in order to get the sweets. No song/poem/joke/dance then no sweet.
After a night collecting sweets, nuts, 5ps and apples, it was home for a party of sorts- apple dooking, eating a pancake off a string that was doused in treacle/golden syrup and then grabbing a marshmallow from a tray of flour with you teeth. Ah, the JOY.
Decorations weren't as showy, but it was a big deal.
Chat about costumes, turns and who you were going guising with went on for weeks leading up to it.
And my poor Dad had to carve the neep lantern. Triangle eyes and a jaggy mouth was as far as you could go with a neep. Then inside was the stump of a candle, string through the top and off you went (in your flammable bin bag costume) in the cold and dark. The smell of burnt turnip is the smell of Halloween to me!