FIRE
Wild Word Friday!
Harrison Summer Memories…
I cannot site any linguistic source to back my claim, but I’m sure that one of the first words in any human language was FIRE. I can, however, cite a very ancient word that has come down to English through thousands of years nearly unchanged from the Indo-European language – the mother of most European and some Eastern and Middle Eastern languages. That word is pewor. Switch the P to an F and the W to an R, in both cases related sounds, and you have the word FIRE. You also have another whole gamut of descended words – the Greek pur, and the English pyre. And they’re still all about FIRE.
I love sitting around a campFIRE or by a FIREplace. There’s something mesmerizing about the flames, something comforting about the sound of wood burning.
I know it’s November, but summer memories linger… On a summer evening there’s a good chance you’ll find us outside by the FIREpit roasting marshmallows, strumming guitars, singing songs, sharing stories.
Do you enjoy campFIREs? How about FIREplaces?
Blessings!
Sue
(Some information from WEBSTER’s NEW WORLD DICTIONARY OF THE AMERICAN LANGUAGE. Photograph copyright, Neil Harrison, 2012.)
We in the US have similar rules in some of our big cities, Trish. Out where we live, there aren’t enough people for those rules to be necessary. Thank goodness!
There is something so mesmerizing about a fire. We use the firepits in the summer (we have one and my dad in law next door has one. The photo above is of our daughter at my dad in law’s firepit.) and in the winter we light our fireplace. My daughter-in-law loves to snuggle up in her jammies and light the fireplace when she and our son and their children come to our house for Christmas. Wonderful memories!!
Sue I remember my parent’s having open fire & it always felt cosy but never toasted marshmellow’s . Sounds rather nice as I love marshmellow. Over here in Perth we aren’t allowed to have open fire’s in city living because of environment plus they are trying to phase out Pot belly stoves.
I love campfires, and fireplaces. I completely agree that they are comforting and mesmerizing. My husband calls fire the caveman’s television because you can sit and watch them for hours as they flicker and change.