(Pictures mostly off the net)
I got to thinking about porches the other day. So I searched the web. I have been in many foreign countries and don’t remember porches. Many stoops and covers but none like the porches I have seen in the USA. It could be the climate but probably just the culture or I was not in the right sections.
Except for about 4 or 5 years, we had porches at every parsonage we lived in until I left home. Most of the church members had porches. Most Cotton Mill houses had porches. I courted two girls in my life, both houses had porches. We spent most evenings sitting, swinging or rocking on the porch.
It was a social center. The folks who worked in the mill would stop and talk on the way to their shift and returning.
In the summer I loved to sit on the porch when it was raining. Even to a young kid, the smell of a fresh rain on the warm earth was pleasant.
Some porches had rails to lean or sit on while others with no rails you could sit on the edge of the porch like it was a bench. at times there would be six to ten people on the porch. I don’t remember mean dogs, most dogs wandered, no leash law, and would walk up on the porch to be petted, even if it did not belong to that house.
It was just the ideal place for visiting and telling stories.
Sherry’s mama had the springy steel legged chairs and web seating. WE could get close and kiss some, but no serious smooching, She did not have a swing on the porch either, bummer. You could really smooch in a swing, methinks.
We have a swing now, at our RV port in Belmont where we can smooch, when she lets me.
Shot-gun house with a porch. above, Below is Sherry on Elvis’s front porch in Tupelo, MS, he was raised in this shotgun house.
A lot of life’s decisions were made on a porch and so many memories of the pleasant evenings. The guitar could have added so much to an evening and did on one porch, the one at the Garland Page house in Valdese.
I know that Ma, Rick, Lucy and the folks in the north woods have nice porches, and enjoy them now. Sheila has one where the ghosts use her rockers.
Did you ever smooch on a porch?
(To my friend Buddy:You don’t have to answer that!)
( Explanation, my first girl dropped me for him!)
Elvis’s dad’s car, I think a 1939 Plymouth.