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The Old Front Porch Swing

Updated on July 11, 2012

Reflections of my past...

Some time ago I stopped by the old home place. I paused and looked for a long time at the place that holds so many memories of a past life. Some of the flowers have been replaced and the trees and scrubs have grown. A lot had changed since I last remember the old home that once rang with youth and laughter of a family with young children growing up. A new coat of paint and an older couple reside in what used to be my home and if they noticed me gazing, were probably wondering who this strange fellow was that was giving their home the ‘once over’

porch swing
porch swing

I didn't need to waste their time with memories I alone possessed

I didn’t stop in. I just didn’t feel it appropriate at the time and didn’t feel I needed to waste their time with memories I alone possessed. There may be another time.

There was one thing that caught my eye. The old front porch swing was still there. It just hung motionless by the old chains that held it securely to the hooks overhead. They were probably the same old hooks we had installed so long before and the chains and the swing itself with a new coat of paint to match the color of the painted stucco on the house.

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we would swing higher and higher Jack’s toes reaching to touch the ceiling

My mind was racing vividly. Remembering the times we would sit as a family, maybe after a supper (I understand it’s known as dinner now) of dried beans and fried potatoes with a big pan of cornbread and a cold glass of milk… We would race through the house to the front porch to see who would get to sit in the swing, letting the screened door slam behind us. My brother Jack was usually the first to finish then Jim. I would run and squeeze in between my older brothers and we would swing higher and higher Jack’s toes reaching to touch the ceiling of the porch.

"Don’t swing so high"

After mom finished with washing the dishes and putting the ‘leftovers’ away, she would join us wiping the sweat from her forehead with her apron as she sit down. "Don’t swing so high," she would remind us, and Jack would stop the swing and he and Jim would move on to play at something else. I would ask mom to join me and she would move over beside me and she would swing softly. Some times she would hum or sing ‘church songs’ and I would lay down and put my head in her lap, as her mind would carry her maybe to her childhood times.

swinging with not a care in the world…

Us boys used to love to run to that old swing when it stormed outside. We would grab an old home made quilt mom had made and jumping into that old swing bundling up with just our heads out watching while the rain would cascade down the road beside the house. Sometimes the wind would blow the spray of that rain in our faces and we would huddle under that old quilt laughing and swinging with not a care in the world…

© 2010 SamSonS

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    Sam 7 years ago from Tennessee

    thank you ictodd1947, for your friendship, your visit and your nice comments. Also for sharing your time of reminisce...

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    lctodd1947 7 years ago from USA

    Such a nice memory. Probably when I was younger I did have a swing and I wish I had a porch where I could put a swing. I love them and my husband's grandmother's house did and when we went to visit; I spent my time on the little porch, swinging.

    Thanks for sharing this memory.

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    Sam 7 years ago from Tennessee

    thanks Polly, so happy to have you visit and that you like to read my hubs. So sorry to hear of your loss, moms are special people sent from God to help us along our way...

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    Pollyannalana 7 years ago from US

    Here too so much like me and my four younger brothers and I wrote of how we would play in the rain and Mom would fry donuts but after just a little while we had to come in out of the rain but could stick our toes out in it.

    Love your stories. Mom's are so wonderful aren't they? I lost mine in June this year.

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    Sam 7 years ago from Tennessee

    thank you marisuewrites, for your friendship your visit and your sweet, sweet engaging comments. Like your suggestions for the 'swings' in politics and let's all be 'swingers'

    stop back soon...

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    marisuewrites 7 years ago from USA

    Your lovely warm memories took me back to my own. I want a porch swing. It speaks to comfort, warmth, and taking time to think and appreciate the day. A natural stress reliever. I believe the world would be a sweeter kinder place if we all just took time to swing on the front porch.

    Maybe we could send that suggestion to the Middle East? Or Congress? No time for bullets or arguing when you're swingin'

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    Sam 7 years ago from Tennessee

    thanks jacobkittyta, always enjoy your visit and comments...

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    jacobkuttyta 7 years ago from Delhi, India

    beautiful. It remind me my childhood.

    Thanks for the reminder.

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    Sam 7 years ago from Tennessee

    thank you BkCreative, for your friendship, your visit and your kind remarks...

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    BkCreative 7 years ago from Brooklyn, New York City

    Oh, I loved the porch swing. As a native NYer - I didn't have this but as a child - I went to my Grandmother's farm in NC - where everyone has a porch swing. What a nice way to live. To sit out and chat and swing.

    Lovely hub. Nice to meet you too!

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    Sam 7 years ago from Tennessee

    thank you Jim for your friendship, your visit and your thoughts as you reminisced for a while. Come back often my friend and brother in Christ...

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    matt6v33 7 years ago from Bangkok, Thailand

    well, well, well, my, my, my, how sir, u have brought back some ole happy times/memories for me, when i was a child. For my father always, had me, join him, on our front pourch swing, as he whistled, and shouted out, to all the ones that passed by, for i recall him, teaching me about God, and His Ways, during "Our Swings"!

    Thanks for sharing.... Keep going, for u truly bring light to those of us, out here! Keep Writing, sir!

    Respectfully

    Just Me!

    Jim

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    Sam 7 years ago from Tennessee

    thanks 50, appreciate your visit...

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    50 Caliber 7 years ago from Arizona

    Ah, good times, rated up, 50

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    Sam 7 years ago from Tennessee

    thanks Judicastro, for your visit and your nice comments. Oh, and thanks for the encouragement...

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    Judicastro 7 years ago from birmingham, Alabama

    Samson thank you dear brother for taking us with you on your porch swing. Voted up and beautiful. Your writing just keeps getting better.

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    Sam 7 years ago from Tennessee

    thanks Kristeen & Fred for your gracious comments. I do love to reminisce and God is the whole reason I write. I use to hate to write but with gracious friends and their encouragement, My Heavenly Father gives me ideas, sometimes when I sleep, eg. I was awaken this morning thinking of my mother's hands...

    thanks guys--

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    fred allen 7 years ago from Myrtle Beach SC

    What a blessing you have shared. I would be willing to wager that everyone who visits this hub, will find themselves remeniscing about their own long but not lost past. The memories we have are truly a gift from a loving Father that created us with the ability to remember with vivid imagination. Loved it. Beautiful and up!

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    Christine 7 years ago from Michigan

    What a wonderful story from your childhood. Do your memories feel so real that you feel like you could reach out and touch them - be there again? What a blessing memories are! I can feel the love from your family.

    Blessings,

    Kristeen

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    Sam 7 years ago from Tennessee

    thanks carolina muscle & Pratonix, for your visit and your encouragement...

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    Pratonix 7 years ago from Asia

    I enjoyed this. Beautiful.

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    carolina muscle 7 years ago from Charlotte, North Carolina

    Very vivid... nicely done!