Front Porch Stories

You know here in this country we take things for granted. We have the right to say what we want to, go where we want to, do most anything and we don't respect these things. Take a look at other country's, they silence people who oppose them, that is coming here. If our government can force us to buy health insurance, can they then tell us we have to buy government motors, or buy only vegetables. Our Constitution is being dismantled before our eyes and we are allowing it to happen, because everybody wants something for nothing. At some point in the not to distant future our country will be insolvent. We have become a debtor nation, that builds nothing, makes nothing, and who will soon depend on the government to wipe our noses. I don't think that's what our founding fathers had in mind and I know it's not what good men and women have fought and died for. Learn all you can about the bills being made law, learn all you can about what your children are being taught. L

My sweet daughter-in-law(who is more like a daughter) told me that she and my son spent the afternoon tinting the windows of his car. It brought back memories of the first car windows he tinted with his mom for a helper. Looking back it's rather humorous but at the time before we finished we were ready to scrap. It was mustang, I can't remember what model but oh man what a mess. Neither of us knew what we were doing, what should have taken a roll of film took three. We wadded, wrinkled, air bubbled you name it, talked mean to each other. I think we even threw a few things. He's come a long way and has tinted many cars of his own and his buddies since then, but it all started with and old mustang and his hard headed mama. Love ya kid!

When I was a teenager approaching driving age my dad said before I could drive I had to learn how to take care of my car. He taught me how to check and change the oil, change the tire check the water. He said he wouldn't always be around to take care of me and I needed to learn how to do things myself. To get my license I had to learn how to parallel park. So my dad parked his truck in front of another car he was working on and told me to park my car in between them. Yeah right, that was before power steering! Needless to say I got myself in a spot where I couldn't get the car all the way in or out! I had to go in and get my dad :(. He took a look and said I'll get it out, but don't ever get yourself in a spot you can't get yourself out of. That advice applies to more than just parking a car. I hear those words all the time and have passed it along to lots of folks that I thought needed it.

many subjects that are talked about on the front porches, around kitchen tables or any where that someone will listen. Judging from the direction that this country is currently going the way of life and freedoms that our men and women have died for will be only a story to tell on a rock someday. People don't realize that this country is on a fast track to insolvency. What then! What happens when the government doesn't have the money to pay for all the welfare and food stamps and government programs? Hungry people do crazy things. I suggest that anyone who can plant a garden they should. Learn how to can like our grandparents did. What will people who are surrounded by cement do? Thank God all my children know how to grow veggies and wouldn't have a problem eating wild game if they had to.

I was sitting on the porch today thinking about how close it's getting to garden planting time. I can remember the big gardens that we planted when I was a kid. Mama always canned everything she could get her hands on. She worked so hard. They were farmers so we had to grow what we ate. When things started to come in all the prep work was done on the porch. Everybody had to help get the veggies ready for the pot. I was to little to have a knife so I got to do what my sister said was easy stuff. I broke green beans, shelled peas ya know the FUN stuff. One summer we had worked really hard a mama was so proud of all that we had put up. My brother and his wife came and gave mama and daddy the poor pitiful me story and left with a trunk full of our hard work. They would have given any of us the last penny in their pocket, gone hungry themselves to make sure that we wouldn't.

watching the birds and squirrels from our front porch. We spend a lot of time on our porch. My husband(Pop) doesn't smoke in the house so he sits on the porch to smoke and I go out with him most of the time. We talk about just about everything and share a lot of memories and make a few as well. Sometimes there are as many squirrels eating my birdseed as there are birds. I sometimes thin them out and make dumplings. Pop and I sometimes take turns being the squirrel dog and we'll run off the porch barking and run them up a tree and whoever has the shotgun shoots 'em out. We laugh all the way back to the porch especially if we get out maneuvered.

memories were made on the front porch. Growing up the front porch was were most of the action happened. One of my earliest and one of my favorite is of a bunch of army boys, as my mom called them sitting around shining boots, and laughing. My big brother was a member of the 101st Screaming Eagles, out of Fort Campbell, Kentucky. Our house was the closest to the base and we lived in North Alabama. When the guys got leave they always came to our house. I was a little girl and they were my heroes! My brothers girlfriend always fixed the guys up with dates and you can't go on a date with dirty boots. It seemed like they polished them for hours. My mom always cooked til the table was full of food. If I close my eyes I can see daddy sitting in the swing and the guys scattered around the porch and several beagle dogs laying around the yard. The smell of food coming through the screen door still lingers.