When the holidays would be close, my Grandfather would begin to gather the pumpkins from the field and bring them up to the house. My Grandmother would cut the pumpkins, take the seeds out to clean and dry, then she would roast the meat of the pumpkin. I remember getting to help carve one of the pumpkins, with a funny mouth before it was roasted. There is a very rich smell that fills the kitchen with the roasting pumpkin in the wood stove oven. The pumpkin meat was cooled then she would mash it up and next was the pie. Much later when that pie came out of the oven it was amazing, I can still smell it and almost taste it. I am so grateful to have my Grandmothers recipe for that pie, so that I can re create those memories and share them with family and friends.