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What I Miss the Most About the Old Homeplace
Memories of the homeplace...
Sometimes you just can’t help it and you find yourself once more in front of the old home place where you grew up as a child. The walls which must still remember the laughter and the tears, the good times as well as the hard times you experienced as a family growing up. From the outside I could picture each room etched out in my mind’s eye, the fence all around and the gate from where each of us kids stepped into the outside world on that day we each finally left home. Home, that beautiful word that holds securely the memories of the family that once lived there. Individually it meant something quite different to each of us I’m sure; collectively it held the ambitions and determination of a thriving family. While each of the children had different hopes and dreams for their own futures the parents utmost dream was that the children have it better and easier than they had growing up.
Have you ever returned to the home where you grew up?
Each family member has their own thoughts...
The one thing that stood out in my mind that day was the large front porch that ran clear across the front of the house. I can remember the two large metal chairs on each side of the front door, the rocking chair, the stands for the pots of flowers as well as the large flower boxes on the front of the porch; oh yes and the large porch swing that hung from the metal chains suspended from the ceiling. All the chairs had all been replaced, mom's flower boxes were gone, but that old porch swing was still there, hanging silently as if awaiting a child to run and jump right in. I'm sure each of us children remembers something differently about that old swing. Like the time my brother Jack went to sleep and rolled out onto the hard porch floor. I even remember seeing my sister’s boyfriend stealing a kiss while sitting in that old swing.
Our front porch was special...
On days when the sky looked like rain I remember as a little boy turning the front porch chairs over onto their side building myself a fort, and if the rains were to come I would spread one of mom’s old homemade quilts over the chairs to keep out the blowing rain. Other times I would grab that old quilt and run to that old swing wrapping myself completely as the rain would come down in torrents out in the front yard. I remember times when we kids would swing singing songs that we all remembered to the enjoyment of our parents. I can remember laying my head in my mother's lap as she read her Bible, while sitting in that old swing. And if friends or family was to stop by they always got to sit in that old swing.
You know the houses built today generally don't have a front porch and most often you find just a slab of concrete. I guess we all just got modern over the years. Before TV and air conditioning the front porch was a place for family discussions during warm weather, to entertain company, or just escape the house warmed during the day by the summer sun. You know those days may be gone forever but they’re certainly not forgotten. Seems like at times I can still hear my mom as she finished washing the dinner dishes, while drying her hands on her old apron and saying, "let's all go sit for a spell on the front porch to cool off…”
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