Gardening with Pat
Revisiting the front porch Upon reflection, I find I have taken my front porch for granted. I have sat on it for my lifetime, visiting with relatives, watching the kids play, observing what needs to be done in the yard and soaking up the sun for years. My mother sat on the porch before me, watching folks walking, riding and later driving by. She once enjoyed an organ grinder with a monkey who performed for free for her and her sisters and brothers when her mother explained she did not have enough money to pay him. Much later she saw Army vehicles during World War II churning past. A lot of life passes by a front porch without our really noticing it. The front porch is a uniquely American bit of architecture. It arose in the 1700s, first documented on slave dwellings. From the mid-1800s until WWII it was a