One of my fondest memories of my grandma’s house is the big front porch. Wicker furniture, a swing, vining flowers on the east side, a large bamboo roll-up blind on the west.
The porch floor was painted grey and partially covered by a rug. The wood floor was tongue and groove, not the deck-style with spaces between that is common now. It was a great place to play on a hot day. My grandma swept the porch with a broom every morning to make sure no dirt got tracked in the house. The front porch was an extension of the living room…just like the back porch was an extension of the kitchen.
Because of the big maple tree on the south side of the house, the front porch was cool on hot days. I can remember stories of my uncle sleeping out there on a hot summer night. No one would do that today. But when I open all three windows in my bedroom, breezes stirring the curtains, the sound of cars going up the brick street at night…I can imagine exactly what that must have been like.