. . . or, visual proof of what I am doing on my Labor Day weekend. Silly, I know, but it’s summer. As in the near-end of . . .
I am here in northern Vermont in a family summer house that has seen many generations. The above is a one-time find from my brother-in-law’s foray into organizing a closet crammed with, among other things, lakeside gear, an American flag, and something that might or might not be a set of silver balls for playing bocce. On this last point we cannot agree. (Update: a second set of bocce/not-bocce balls has now emerged.)
From what epoch in this cottage’s history does this handy gadget (see above) speak?
And does it ensure a perfectly bronzed pair of marshmallows for s’mores? Is a uniformly brown marshmallow preferred or is an irregular burn pattern the real thing of beauty? Would an upgraded version of this tool be battery-powered?
In any event, calling the Smithsonian . . .
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Susan B. Apel shuttered a lifelong career as a law professor to continue an interest (since kindergarten) in writing. Her freelance business, The Next Word, includes literary and feature writing; her work has appeared in a variety of lit mags and other publications including Art New England, The Woven Tale Press, The Arts Fuse, and Persimmon Tree. She connects with her neighbors through Artful, her blog about arts and culture in the Upper Valley. She’s in love with the written word.
