Back in the Good Old Days, every home had a porch. There was nothing to do inside the homes when summer heat came. The porch was a refuge. The best ones were screened in. Bugs Love Florida.
My grandmothers porch looked like the one above. Remove the brick and the white columns and it is just like it. The swing below my grandfather built in the 20's and it hung on the porch until 1969 when my grandmother died. Mother took it to Savannah, GA from here, and it hung on the back porch until she died in 1990, and I bought it back here and it sat on our pool deck for several months until Bob hung it. Sadly, not on a porch it fell apart a few years ago.
I spent hours swinging and reading on my grandmothers porch and hours I did not enjoy sitting on it in Savannah, shelling peas and corn and snapping green beans. Sadly I no longer look like I did 28 years ago. Max died in 2002.
|city park across from these homes|