You know how certain things stand out sharper in your childhood memories? Lazy days in the playhouse with our cats & dogs…riding our pony Buckwheat while dressed up like an Indian for county fair……getting hit in the eye with a baseball…sitting on Papa’s knee chewing DoubleMint gum…swinging on Papa & Grandma’s porch swing. That porch swing rocked many a dolly with my sisters on quiet Sunday afternoons. It was our bus, car, rocket ship and train. It came from an era of slow, relaxed front porch conversations, back when we knew how to enjoy a calmer pace of life. In a few years, this porch swing will be 100 years old. Oh the stories it could tell if only it could talk! I’m beyond happy that it can be a part of my children’s childhood as well. I love that it’s my boys’ favorite spot to enjoy an ice cream cone on a steamy summer afternoon. It’s where I can sit and relax with my husband while we share an iced tea and the details of our day. This swing is where I get to expand my mind with a good read while our children play in the dirt and down the slide.
It’s really just boards and paint. It needs some more paint, actually. But what it represents to me is what’s important. It’s a reminder not only the simpler time of my childhood, but the part of life I want to always protect and cherish. The part where we put aside some of the rush and to-do list and just take life in. That “Be still and know that I am God” stuff that doesn’t happen when I’m hustling here and there. The memories that I will have to look back on when our boys have kids and I’m the grandma (thankfully I’ve got a few years to go on that
) My Papa died when I was 4, memories of him are precious but few. I’m blessed that Grandma is still with us, just turned 90 this year! I wish I could have her over for some lemonade and sit a spell on the old swing…
Here’s my grandma in 1966 at her home in Truro IA – that’s the porch where I loved to swing as a child (only it was enclosed by the time I came along)
Grandma’s House as I knew it – this was taken when she moved to a care home in 2006.
So what stands out in your memories of childhood? What things will stand out in your childrens’? Somedays I’m afraid for mine it will be mom on the computer, so I think I’ll close here and go sit on the swing for a minute…or longer!























































































