Growing up in the beautiful West Virginia mountains, we had a big front porch that ran across the front of the house. It held a wood swing, some of those metal shell-backed chairs, and a rocker or two, depending on how many folks were visiting. It was the best place for summer days & nights, watching & waving to the neighbors, and making tents to play in... After growing up and moving away, I missed that porch, and the times spend with my Mom, Aunt Frances with her old Martin guitar, Aunt Sada, me and lots of cousins to boot. The singing was simple but so sweet, and the family cut-up's keep us holding our sides. Those were truly wonderful times... I made up my mind that one day I've have a porch again, and so last year when we build a new house, I got a new porch too. This summer I had rockers on it, along with a little table to hold my morning coffee or evening pop. Some of my neighbors have porches too, but they don't seem to know what to do with them. I'm hoping to teach them by example, that some part of a day spend on a front porch is like resting at the Masters feet... Brenda Jo PS If your in the area, your welcome to come sit a spell...
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