Wiener Roast

One of my favorite extended family activities was, and still is, having a wiener roast in Idaho. In grandpa's back yard is a fire ring surrounded by beautiful grass and a couple of benches. There are trees with tree houses and rolling hills around that lead to gorgeous mountain skylines. It is cool in the evenings and everyone gathers round the fire to cook dinner. Yum, hot dogs and s'mores. Good food and good company. One of the few memories I have of my great grandpa (one of the ones I'm named after) is of having a wiener roast in his back yard. He had a fireplace built up with a chimney and there were big trees around the yard. I remember going down the back stairs to the basement where there was a throne surrounded by a royal purple curtain and a table with an old hand crank wheat mill attached to it. Those where the days.

We still have wiener roasts as often as possible when we're in Idaho. It's so wonderful and I'm sure that this post doesn't convey the feelings and memories that I cherish and associate with such occasions.