Front Porch Stories

It is amazing the little things that can trigger long forgotten memories.  I saw a post on Facebook that took me all the way  to high school.  I was one of the lucky ones to grow up with muscle cars when they were new.  When times were harder but easier.  There were no mass shootings at schools even though almost every car had a rifle or shotgun in it.   As a matter of fact on of the reasons I ran around with one of my friends was we both loved to hunt and we had the same caliber of rifle.  We even dated the same guy at the same time til we figured it out, then we made him take us out at the same time. I miss both of them! She moved back to Texas and he joined the Marines.  Her Dad is why I loved cars. He had a 55 Chevy that was awesome!  It had just the right sound and he could make it get rubber in all four gears! Several  years later my husband traded for a '69 Torino GT,  I fell in love!! She had a 429 Cobra Jet engine with a holley 650 dual line double pump carb and she woul

I grew up poor. The only time we got new clothes were at the beginning of the school year and for Easter.  We only got to wear the new dress on Easter then it had to be put up until after Decoration.  Decoration is when you go to the grave yard and put fresh /new flowers on the graves in memory  of those you loved. Back then it was like a family reunion as most of the family would be there doing the same thing.  We would sometimes go to an Aunts house afterward for late lunch.  I guess my point to this memory is that in today's world children don't appreciate the hard work and sacrifices that their parents make. They think they have to new clothes all the time and if they don't get the newest phone they throw fits or talk to their parents like they are awful people.  Maybe it's time for parents to take a step back and evaluate what is truly important.  I would rather live in a cheap house, drive a used car, and only have the necessities and have the luxury of being ab