Front Porch Memories

Among my fondest childhood memories was time spent swinging with my grandma in a glider much like this one.

My grandparents likely had no idea at the time that my brothers and I would remember for all of our lives the many summer evenings we spent sitting with them on their front porch as the sun set over their quant small town.  If I close my eyes on a warm summer evening while sitting on our front porch, it's almost as if I have gone back 50 years in time.  The sound of a passing car, a dog barking from a neighbor's back yard or kids playing just up the street and over the hill take me back to 1960's Americana.

Most of the good things in life don't cost much. I'm no Norman Rockwell and as far as I know am no relation to Mark Twain.  But those guys had some stuff figured out regarding life in general. I have no idea where either one of these cats stood regarding matters of the soul but regarding matters of the heart and mind...they weren't not too stupid.

On matters of front porch swings, long ago times and the correct usage of verbs and the past tense usage of such as that, I'll try to keep you posted:)