Last night was a first for me. I went to Cracker Barrel and purchased a two seater rocking chair for my front porch. When I got home I sat there with a Sun Drop and a moon pie and just rocked. As I sat there I thought of all of those summer nights in Alabama at my "Granny's" house. The adults would sit on the front porch rocking and the kids would be running around catching fire flies, throwing a softball in the dark or playing freeze tag. I remember wondering why the adults would just want to sit there and rock.
Now I have my own porch and my own rocker. All I want to do is sit and rock. No I don't feel old, I know I am still a kid with more growing up to do. But there is a great deal to be said for taking the time to sit on the porch. Taking the time to reflect on the day and on life. I don't know for sure, but front porches may be why my grandparents have been able to eat Southern Cookin for eighty years and still survive. Remember when?
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Now we're talking about good times - Adults rocking, talking, and laughing while the kids played. My Grandparents lived in St. Petersburg but they were originally from Kentucky so I guess they transplanted that tradition with them when they made the move to Florida. Their home was a gathering place for my parents, my Uncles and Aunts, and my cousins.
Great memories. Thanks for reminding me.
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