The warm autumn day had come at last—the day when we were planning to go to the wiener roast at the farm of an older couple from church. We all piled into the car, and arrived. Several other families from the church were already there, and others arrived after we did. By the time we got there, the tractor was already pulling the old conveyor belt around the field, and people were riding this attraction of the day! Some chose to stand up on the conveyor belt, as if they were water surfing. Others, fearing they might fall off, preferred to ride sitting down. However even sitting down you felt the need to hold on, as the tractor went up hills or around curves. At first I only tried it sitting down, but eventually I got up the courage and rode around standing.
Finally it was time for supper. We prayed, thanking God for the food, then gathered around the fire, putting hot dogs on sticks to roast around the open fire of burning logs. Some liked their hot dogs darker, or even burnt, while others barely heated them before taking them off the roasting sticks to put on buns with ketchup, mustard, and pickle relish. No matter how you liked the hot dog prepared, you had to try to keep out of the smoke while roasting, at least if you didn't want your clothes to smell like smoke for days afterward.
Once our wieners were ready, we also added to our plates from the baked beans and salads that people had brought to this pot-luck style meal, and got ourselves a glass of lemonade or cold water.
When we had finished this main course, we put the large sized marshmallows on sticks to roast as well—I like mine well done, and held it so close to the fire it would even catch on fire and have to be waved in the air to put out the fire and keep it from turning to ashes. When the marshmallow was sufficiently toasted to suit my fancy, I quickly stuck it and a piece of chocolate between two graham cracker squares to make what is known as a smore!
We sang some good old hymns around the camp fire, before the hay rack ride. We loaded onto the bed of the hay rack, before the tractor started up. Now it was dark, and we could see the moon and stars, as well as hear the insects chirping their night songs. As we went beside a field along the hedge row, sometimes those at the front of the hay rack would feel spider webs. Some sat on the edge of the rack and stuck their legs over, while others of us sat in the middle on some hay bales.
When we finished the ride, we were ready to go home, but we had enjoyed our traditional fall American wiener roast!