The photo below was taken back in 1970; I would have been only twelve years old then. It's not a great picture photographically speaking; but I save it for its memories. Dad and us children used to love roasting marshmellows (and of course eating them) whether it be over a wood fire or charcoal. In this particular picture, dad and one of my younger brothers are roasting marshmellows over charcoal sitting on a shovel. It's my guess that we probably had charcoal grilled hamburgers and hotdogs earlier that evening and now we were re-using the coals for yummy roasted marshmellows. It's the little things that make a quality family time and good memories.
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