I’m one of those people who love front porches. After all
what’s not to love? This is the place where problems are solved, neighbors
meet, first kisses happen and where children play make believe. I remember
sitting on my grandparents’ front porches. One lived in a village and the other
was on the outskirts of a small town. My
siblings and cousins would hang out there, hashing over the day’s events. One
of my grandmother’s porches was the place where neighbors would drop by for an
evening chat. My father was an avid baseball fan back and whenever there was a
game being played you could in find him sitting on the front porch in his aluminum
lawn chair with the transistor radio by his side. One of my most cherished
front porch memories is of being a little girl and falling asleep in my second
floor bedroom listening to Phil Rizzuto call the Yankees game on that radio.
Front porches conjures up images of rocking chairs, American
flags and Norman Rockwell’s America. As a matter of fact all but two of the
houses my husband and I have owned have had front porches. Our current one was
purchased solely on the merit of that portion of our home. The photo here shows
what our porch looks like this year after we freshened it up with some ceiling
pant and some new and repurposed furniture.
We love our porch and think of it as another room in our house! Many an evening you can find us there, reading the
paper, enjoying a cup of tea or glass of wine and always waving to the cars as
they drive by. We have family, friends and neighbors who will drop by for a
visit and I like to think as much as they love visiting with us, that they are
also coming so they can sit on our porch!
Now I realize that not everyone can have a front porch and
that the front stoop is just as much an integral part of many a
neighborhood…but for me the front porch is part of the fabric of my life. Not surprisingly all of my books have front
porch scenes written into the storyline. What’s your favorite front porch
memory?

Love it! I was just sitting on my front porch last night - playing my banjo. Oddly, no one shows up when I'm out there playing my banjo. :)
ReplyDeletewe have a guy I call our neighborhood Troubadour he plays in his studio in his backyard, but we can hear him when we're on our front porch!
DeleteOh, Tracey, you went straight to my heart with this one. I credit my love of storytelling as much to listening to my family swap tales on the front porch as to reading. My favorite porch memory? Sitting on the porch, surrounded by extended family, usually with a radio playing a baseball game in the background.
ReplyDeleteThanks for sharing!! The baseball on the radio still gets me...
DeleteI tried to put a comment but it didn't appear. Hope this doesn't show up twice. Just wanted to tell you how much I loved your blog and how many memories it conjured up! Mom and Dad had a porch with a swing on their house before Katrina and now that they are both gone, I still can see them sitting on their porch. We spent many wonderful evenings there together. Thanks for the memories.
ReplyDeleteI'm glad you enjoyed the post, Fran.
Deletewe have a porch swing, too!
DeleteOh, I so want a house with a veranda/front porch! In some parts of my world, people stoop-sit but even that is losing out to sitting in front of the box. Great post, Tracey.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Leigh!
DeleteTracey, I love your front porch and the memories you shared.
ReplyDeleteglad you stopped by, Sydell
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