Last night, we sat around our little metal firepit on our back patio. We got out our Target roasting sticks and Asher reminded us that we were like Snoopy roasting marshmallows. I love sitting around a fire poking at the burning logs, watching the flames dance, and looking out for escaping sparks.
Back in the falls spent at Indian Creek, my family had wienie roasts complete with straw bales, burning leaves, and hayrack rides almost every weekend. Because they were so commonplace, I chuckled at my dad's coworkers and city friends from church who got so excited about the whole production. I hesitate to even use this term now, because I'm not sure its used anymore, but I miss those wienie roasts.
I miss knowing the exact spot in the local graveyard where my brother would jump out to spook all those city folk on the hayrack ride. I wonder whatever happened to the dozens of roasting sticks my dad designed and carefully labeled with our last name so they could be used year after year.
And since my parents aren't able to read this blog from their home in Ethiopia, I will even admit that I kind of maybe might be able to see how in the future I could possibly miss raking leaves for days and days and days (and days and days) every fall. Since I am no longer working, I may even get desperate enough to miss the penny my dad would pay us for each hedgeapple that we threw down our back hill and out of the way of the riding lawnmower.
Now that I am one of those cityfolk, and no longer spend weekend afternoons in the fall carrying caramel apple dip and s'more ingredients down the hill for the evening's gathering, I am thankful for the firepit that we were given this summer.
Thank you to Grandmother and Grandad for the memories that firepit brought up last night.
5 comments:
Ha...I caught you! You miss raking leaves! You can bring Asher over in a month and can help me rake my yard! :) I miss those weinie roasts too!!
We just got a firepit this summer and have LOVED using it. Although yesterday I sent the boys out to play and when I looked back out to check on them they were throwing ashes all over the patio and themselves. Good times. :)
There's nothing like cool weather and an open fire... Gotta get me one of those firepits!
Hi Angie, I have two things to say. First of all, living in Bloomington does not exactly make you "city folk." In fact, I'd say you still qualify as "country folk." :) Second of all, this reminds me of the time you, Lisa and Suzy (and maybe me too) thought it would be a good idea to roast marshmallows over the stove in our apartment. Lisa burned off the entire roof of her mouth. Remember that? Ah the good times...Love you, Beth
What a great way to bring the country to the city!! HOpe you are enjoying your new season of motherhood!!
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