Looking at the picture I chose brings a chuckle as I think of my Grandma’s amazement at all the to-do over staying home today. Until her husband died, leaving her with six kids to raise alone, that was her main priority – staying at home. Grandpa refused to have his wife working outside the family. … Continue reading Grandma’s Amazement at All the To-Do
Category: Porch Patter
Remember the good old days when everyone had a porch? We waved or stopped for a chat and a glass of tea. We knew our neighbors faces, if not their names. Return to front porch days, although today our porch may be on a computer screen.
The Friendly Community Porch
The House Where Everyone Meets There is one in every neighborhood. It is not necessarily the prettiest, the biggest, the best maintained porch, but it does belong to a person who collects people like iron filings to a magnet. When that person moves outside to sit in a comfortable rocker, you can bet very soon,… Continue reading The Friendly Community Porch
Florida’s Porch – the Lanai
Falling In Love With the Lanai I walked in the front door, took one look at the lanai, the pool just past it and the beautiful pond twenty feet from the house and fell in love. For those who might not know, a lanai is Florida’s version of a porch. This particular lanai had a… Continue reading Florida’s Porch – the Lanai
An Eclectic Porch
We moved to the small town of Eclectic when I was seven years old. I thought we were on vacation for the first two weeks and was more than a little shocked to learn, when I asked to go home, that we had moved permanently to the country. For a city girl, that is no… Continue reading An Eclectic Porch
Granny’s Porch
Sweet Memories When I was a child, living in Montgomery, Alabama, we had a tiny porch on our house, but it holds no memories. The one I remember, with fondness, stretched across the front of Granny B.’s house. Sadly, I have no pictures of her porch, but the one in this article comes closest to… Continue reading Granny’s Porch
Sweet Tea & Warm Memories of Sundays Down South
Where I grew up in Middle Tennessee, our front porch held a big glider where various ones of us spent time whiling away a Sunday afternoon. Honeysuckle wound its way through the spirea bush just behind it, and permeated the air with wafts of sweet fragrance. Today, those Sundays make me think of sweet tea… Continue reading Sweet Tea & Warm Memories of Sundays Down South