My parents had very strict standards of appropriate courtship behavior. Some were objective: No dating till sixteen. No expensive or personal gifts. No gifts of clothing. Tasteful gifts included inexpensive perfume, flowers, and books. Some were Continue reading
Mother and our friend Dana took a day trip to a local Jonquil Festival Saturday. After so much rain and dreary weather, it was a glorious gift. We spent the day tramping through displays, enjoying the glorious blooms. The sunshine and blooms sent my mood off the Joy Scale.
Later we found a wonderful old abandoned house. Can you imagine how many times this old door must have been slammed by children as they came in calling, “Mama, Mama!’ ? Late-arriving teenagers must have crept in quietly, hoping not to be caught. Drunken husbands may have banged it as they came in late after blowing their whole paycheck, not caring that a furious wife lay waiting. New mothers opened it, bringing their new babies home to meet Grandma and Grandpa. Hopefully, it opened to more good times than bad.
This shady side porch must have seen wonderful times. The family probably sat here to shell peas or eat watermelon. They probably ate out here on hot summer afternoons and evenings, as the babies napped, flies buzzing on the screen. Likely, they’d have pulled their beds out here in summer to catch a breeze. This is the haven to visit with neighbors in rockers and straight back wooden chairs as children shrieked and chased fireflies and young people slipped into the shadows to court.