When I was a child, my Granny and Grandaddy would have weenie roasts at their house. Our whole family would be there. My grandparents had 5 children and from those 5 children, there were 14 grandchildren. All of us would show up….then there were always extras. My sister and I were very close to 2 of our cousins…we are all stair stepped in ages. Tera, Amy, Ty, and me and we were our own little force to be reckoned with.
I remember grandaddy sitting in the carport, hand churning homemade ice cream for the evening. Our bonfire was as big as a house and we’d have chairs and logs to sit on. We would laugh and eat till we puked. Oh….those sweet sweet memories.
My heart has been aching for my granny. I don’t know why…but just to hear her voice and play a game of Scrabble. Juicy Fruit gum. Fried chicken that was fried in grease and a stick of butter for good measure. Sneaking a bowl of ice cream and then her giggling asking me to make her a bowl. Stale cheese puffs. Okra burnt beyond reason….that is the only kind of okra we eat. Rides in the back of the tractor. Riding in the back of the truck to our uncles house. Playing in the woods. So. Many. Memories.
We have not had a weenie roast since my granny passed away, 11 years ago and it is high time to get that going again. I brought this up to my mom and she said pick a date. We chose Labor Day because my sister, from Georgia, had the time off and could come. Also, on Sept. 9, my parents will celebrate their 55th wedding anniversary. It is a great month of celebration, especially since my daddy’s quadruple bypass surgery earlier in the year.
Here is the results of our brand spanking new tradition!