Front Porch Memories
By Debi

There is something magical about a “front porch.”  My fondest memories are spending many summer evenings on my grandmother’s front porch.  My favorite place to sit was either in the green Adirondack chair with its large arms wonderful for holding a glass of ice tea or a bowl of ice cream.  Or, sitting on the fat porch railing, especially if it was raining.

Through out the evening, my many aunts and uncles would appear and disappear stopping to talk bout the day’s events.  I would sit and listen to their rich and warm voices safe from childhood fears.

My grandmother had a beautiful cherry tree in the yard and I remember in the spring when it was full of blossoms, the wind would blow and it would rain pink and white pedals everywhere.  She also had a lilac vine on one end of the porch.  It smelled heavenly, but of all the memories, I miss the most are the lightning bugs (fireflies).  I would watch them until I could not keep my eyes open.