Today’s story is about those special happy places that people have. These are the sites tucked in someplace where dreams are conjured up, plans are made and broken hearts are healed. Your happy place may be in a tent made of sheets draped over furniture. It might be the back deck, the front porch, the rose garden, or the vegetable patch. Come along, hear my story, and tell me yours.
Sitting on the Porch
The other night, we were sitting on the back deck, watching the fireflies and gazing at the mountains that rise across the road. This is one of our favorite sites. We find calm and peace out there. The frenzy of the world tones way down and the sounds of birds and crickets give us solace.
How precious are the special places like this where moments take on special meaning, and lessons seem to sink in better and we made good resolutions and conjured up the best thoughts.
When I was growing up, my grandmother would hold court on the front porch each evening. If my sisters and I had been good that day, we’d be treated to orange soda and pretzels while Nanny told stories of her girlhood and my mother’s childhood.
Later, my mom sitting on the front porch in the evening was like a magnet for the teenagers in town. We lived right on the main street, where everyone passed by. Mom was fun, and the kids would pop in on their way to or from. She was particularly popular with the young men in town, Teasing them, listening to their adolescent fears, and providing motherly encouragement.
When my kids were growing up, we had a hanging swing on the front porch. We’d go out there in the evening and sing. They so enjoyed that singing.
What is your recollection of a secret place or a special place where life was good? Remember it, and enjoy.
P.S. Thanks for being here so many Sunday mornings, reading or listening to these stories. Consider making a comment at the end. Always love to hear from you.