|The Century Inn, built in 1794 was just down the street from my Grand-parents porch.|
While that porch had an element of fantasy, the first Summer porch memory I have retained is not so good. I was 6 years old, it was really hot. The little corner store across the railroad tracks and up a steep hill sold popsicles. I wanted one. My Mother gave me enough coins to get one for myself, my Sister and Herself. Up the hill I trotted, gathered my two grapes and one orange popsicle and headed back down the hill. In the far (I thought) distance I heard an oncoming train. Did I mention it was hot? My popsicles were melting. Heaven forbid!!! As I dashed directly in front of the train, my Mother who was holding my Sister while sitting on the steps of said porch, jumped up, screaming for me to stay on the other side until the train passed. Do you know how loud a passing train is where you are right next to it? Really loud. I thought she was worried about my melting popsicles. As I ran directly across the tracks with train only a few feet away from my cute little dress (and self) my Uncle who lived next door was using his brand new fancy electric razor. He was looking out the window, saw me in front of the train and dropped his razor. Not good. After the event, I remember eating a sort of mushy popsicle. I don't remember if my Mother ate hers or not. Lesson learned, popsicles will melt in the heat. Train or no train.
|My Inspiration, Vintage Notions by Amy Barickman|
The back porch is a work in progress. I need to replace some furniture etc. More on that another time. I am thinking paint stripper, repaint and quilts. Now that is an original idea!
|Quilts and Rocking Chairs|
|pops of yellow brighten the narrow space|
|houseplants come outside from May until October|
|Frog, McCoy antique on wrought iron plant table|