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As a young child, I remember my grandparents reliving tales of the Front Porch. It was a gathering place for all the community. There was a division of seating by age and sex. The young kids sat on the ground, playing marbles or jacks. Based upon the season, the women sat on swings and snapped beans, shelled peas or cracked pecans while the men discussed the weather, the crops and the stock exchange (4 legged stock, that is). Young couples, for example my parents, found shadows on this Front Porch to court and possibly steal a kiss.

As if on an internal clock, all activity stopped on the Front Porch once the window to the parlor was increased and the radio turned up. The toils of everyday life were put aside as the airings of Groucho Marx, Amos and Andy, Fibber McGee and Molly and Jack Bennny hauled them to a milder time. My mom to the day she died, remembered the specific moment when FDR spoke of”the date which will live in infamy”. Those words changed not only the management of the country; but also, the dynamics of the Front Porch in that small rural community in Western Kentucky. The customs shared from that Front Porch are very personal to my family.

Through time, activities on the Front Porch have certainly changed. Horses and Model T’s gave way to bicycles, and personal cars and skate and hover boards. As a young mom, I sat on the porch swing savoring my last cup of coffee as I watched for the school bus. Years later, I listened for the noise of a vehicle to come up the driveway and the final good night kiss from my daughter’s beau.

wildlife nuisance removal service are as large as your imagination and with programs that defy imagination. Entertaining is often potluck but fortunately time honored recipes are still shared from family cookbooks. Lighting is solar or LED instead of by kerosene lanterns. Music is shuffled in your iPod playlist and commanded with Alexi. There is still division of seating by sex and age. The young ones are glued to their smart phones and take selfies to share on social media. The women share weight loss and fashion secrets; but very few. Men whisper about their jobs, the stock exchange and their libido.

I’m nostalgic tonight. My mother just passed from this earthly life. She would have been 97 in a couple of weeks. She kept a journal for the last 77 years. I’m sitting on the Front Porch swing reading her entries and reminiscing. There is no TV on; not even the radio. My dog looks at me with concern and confusion. Can I need for days when life was simpler and people kinder. Perhaps. As in the days of my grandparents, the Front Porch remains the first room of my home. I take comfort in that as I wait for my loved ones to gather. The Front Porch was where she loved to sit the past couple of years to watch”the passing”. We will honor her passing as we recall my mom – Meme.

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