Even if you knew how it turned out — and we all knew how it turned out because we'd seen the movie before — there was something so twisted and dark about her vicious interruption that you longed for her to go away. When she finally nabbed Dorothy and upended the hourglass to show how long she had to live, she terrified you even more, because you knew she was perfectly capable of killing our heroine.

That hatchet face, that lurid green visage, that sneering voice — they drilled down into a child's mind and lived in the basement where our primal fears lived: Margaret Hamilton, the cackling queen of nightmares!

Unless she was your aunt.

"I think of Aunt Maggie in lovely dresses with high heels," said Astrid King. "And always smelling of roses."

I met Astrid in 2013 when I was interviewing her mother, Peg Lynch, a pioneer radio and television actress and writer who grew up in Kasson, Minn. I thought Halloween would be a good time to call Astrid at her home in England to find out how she got to know — and love — the symbol of childhood terrors.

Astrid explained that even though she wasn't related to Margaret Hamilton, the Wicked Witch in "The Wizard of Oz" of the West became her Aunt Maggie.

"I met Maggie when I was probably about 3 or 4," Astrid said. "She was hired by my mother to play an aunt on my mother's TV sitcom, 'Ethel and Albert' on ABC. She and my mother hit it off immediately, and she became a part of my family for the next 30 years. I called her aunt, and she called me Pumpkin Pie, for reasons that have never been clear."

"She was a kindergarten teacher before she became an actress, and had a natural way with children. Well, one year, she asked if she could take over my birthday party, and my mother said sure, so she came up to Stamford, Conn. There must have been about 15 little 4-year-olds in our crinoline and white socks, and she took over with games and singing and storytelling, and we all loved her."

"Needless to say, she wasn't wearing her witch costume."

The kids, it seemed, didn't figure out that this nice lady running the party was the witch, or even Miss Gulch, Toto-snatcher.

"At one point she came up for Halloween," said Astrid. "My mother could never let an opportunity go by for decorations, so she devised a sort of tunnel-of-horrors for the trick or treaters, with cardboard boxes you had to crawl through, blindfolded. She put a fur coat on one box, I guess that was a dead animal. You had to touch a bowl of peeled grapes that she said were eyeballs, you had to touch some pasta, and that was brains. Well, you would end up in the kitchen, where Maggie and I were dressed in witches' costumes and green makeup, stirring a cauldron full of steaming dry ice, cackling away.

"My mother said she didn't think any of the kids paid any attention to it, but the parents were totally terrified when they saw her."

But the witch never scared Astrid. Not even a little.

"To me she was simply an actor, like so many of my mother's hirings, and I understood it was just a role."

Aunt Maggie had a son, Ham, and she never let him watch the movie.

"She said, 'Oh, I never let him see it! I was so afraid that it would scare him to see his mother cackling like that!' "

But she couldn't shield her son forever, especially with a certain curly-haired prankster in the neighborhood.

"Harpo Marx, who lived next door, gave a birthday party for his little boy and invited Ham," Astrid explained. "When Ham came home, he said, 'I saw you in a movie!' He was about 4."

" 'Did you, dear?' Maggie asked. 'Which one was that?' " Maggie had done a lot of films with W.C. Fields and thought it might be one of those.

" 'Oh, the one where you were all dressed up with the funny black hat — the pointed hat —and then you gave that funny laugh you give.' "

" 'What did you think of it?' " she asked her son.

Ham just shrugged. " 'It was just Mama,' he said."

"When I got older, 16 or 17, I would often stay over at her New York apartment on Grammercy Park," Astrid said. "She had the top floor, and it always smelled of eucalyptus leaves and rose perfume. Maggie had a little mouse that lived in the living room wall, and whenever she put on Tchaikovsky's Piano Concerto No. 1, the mouse would emerge, lie down on the carpet, appear to bask in the music, then disappear when the music was over."

S, the next time you happen to remember your childhood fears and shudder, just remember that witches sometimes turn into Aunt Maggies, who share music with cultured mice.