We would roast marshmallows--each of us had our favorite method, one of my brothers liked them just barely brown, but I liked mine to catch on fire, then I'd blow out the flames, take off the char and recook it. It was a game to see who could get the most roastings off one marshmallow.
The sky was so clear that you felt you could reach out and touch the stars. Often we would try to find the constellations that Mom would name, or take turns telling stories born in our imagination. Occasionally we would see the glow of headlights from a car on the highway far below us. These were special evenings that now live in my book of memories.
I love doing this and so does my grandson - I like them set on fire, but the grandson just likes them melted but not burned - a little tougher! sandie
ReplyDeleteI like my marshmallows burnt to a crisp!
ReplyDeleteI love roasting marshmallows ... haven't done it in a long, long time, unfortunately.
ReplyDeleteRoasting marshmallows...you can't beat it! That's one thing I really miss about living where we do now...it's next to impossible to see the stars at night because of all the street lights.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful post. Don't you feel sorry for those who never get to see past city light! I love going outdoors at night and looking up to see the vast Milky Way and pick out favorite constellations.
ReplyDeleteWhat a nice post--I love roasting marshmellows, too :)
ReplyDeleteOnce my granddaughters had s'mores outside at our campout, I had to show them that we could have them inside. I toasted them on the stove, and they ate 'em. All this while it rained outside, and the fireplace flickered.
ReplyDeleteCan only eat marshmellows if the are first placed on fire!! I love them black.
ReplyDeleteI have the Ghostbusters theme song stuck in my head from your MMOM post and now I am craving S'mores.
ReplyDeleteWhat wonderful memories. :) Makes me smile!!
ReplyDeleteMust have been wonderful to grow up there!
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