Whatever Happened To Sitting Out
Recollections after dinner:
When evening came how the neighbors gathered,
on the front porches and all the kids rode bicycles and screamed,
"Look Ma, no hands!" The reply was always a soft voice, "Dear be careful"
The dads were on one side of the porch and the moms on the other. Talks of what
had happened that day were ongoing, combined with what was going to happen.
Halloween, Christmas, Vacation, schools out and mom relieved of packing the daily
brown bag lunches.
It was a time when favorite recipes were discussed and who would host the next
backyard cook out of hamburgers, hot dogs and bring a dish. Dads talked of their
next fishing trip and how the big one always got away. The subject of college never
came up.
No one had a TV and the radio drifted through the screen doors allowing the music
to softly flow out onto the blissful porch.
Miss Jenny was always late getting to the porch due to her arthritis which was the biggest health problem, unless you fell down and broke your leg but that was
reserved for kids.
Everyone had an old oak tree in the yard as it made things cooler. Window fans
were prominent because they drew the air out from underneath the tree into the
house.
Whatever happened to sitting out? I miss it ....
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