By JO ABI
It was one of the cutest moments I’ve ever witnessed.
It was winter and my 76-year-old father had built himself a small fire in his backyard to warm his hands. He couldn’t light the fireplace inside the house because my mother had a respiratory condition that was irritated by the smoke.
So my dad, the problem-solver, built himself a little fire, sat down on a milk crate and warmed himself up.
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The first time my three children saw what he was doing they were fascinated. They sat down and held their hands up near the fire, firing a million questions at him
Then Philip, 9, suggested we roast some marshmallows.
It was 8.15 am but I thought, “Why not?” I bought marshmallows, skewers and we sat down to start roasting.
My dad had never roasted a marshmallow in a fire in his life. He’d thrown in potatoes wrapped in foil and the occasional sausage, but never marshmallows.
His first attempt was a complete failure. He held the skewer in the middle of the flames, the marshmallow caught on fire, melted and fell off.
The kids thought it was hilarious, because Nonno was good at everything. They were delighted to see him do something badly.
It was then that Philip decided to teach him exactly how to do it.
“Nonno, you need to hold it near the flames, not on them and keep turning and turning and until it is lightly browned, like this, see? Then, once it’s all toasted evenly and a little bit browned and bubbled like my one, can you see my one Nonno? Then, just blow on it and eat it, like this.”
It took him a couple of attempts but he soon nailed it.
My 9-year-old son had just taught his 76-year-old grandfather something new. It was adorable. Just adorable.
My mum soon joined us and we ate the entire packet. It made me want to do more outdoor activities with my children and my parents because it’s one of the most important relationships in their lives.