Write about a memory you have related to a
campfire.
Wow, really there are so many. We camped a lot when I was a little girl. We went with the Butts family so many
weekends that I couldn’t even begin to count.
Also in the winter, all of us would go to one of the lakes to ice fish.
The dads always built a nice toasty fire for us kids to warm up by when we
rested from playing. At least once a
year, Grandma and Grandpa Hedahl came to Lincoln County to fish on Lake
Koocanusa. Actually, the fire wasn’t half as spectacular as watching the stars
and satellites with Grandpa.
I don’t do many campfires anymore. We do at least one in the backyard every
year. Our neighbors do quite a few and
they invite us over for the evening. I
miss them. I always vow to do more throughout the warm season and find when the
snow falls that I have failed at my vow.
My most
memorable fires aren’t technically campfires.
The best were bonfires. The difference? The size. Every fall for Homecoming, truck loads of
scrap wood would be piled up in the baseball field. On the Thursday night before the big game,
they lit the fire and us kids would have a good time cheering and carrying on. One year, I went to two Homecoming fires. We
had moved from Eureka to Libby my freshman year. Senior year, I went to both.
I was a little disappointed when I realized they
don’t have bonfires in Helena. My kids
never had the experience. Well, not as a school function. They went to the lake
and carried the tradition on with their friends. I am sure there are stories with that I don’t
want to hear.
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