|A bit larger and fancier than Grandma's back porch, but you get the idea|
My grandmother's porch was also a good spot for being out of the way, though not alone. My mother had two sisters and three brothers, so when we all went to my Grandma's two bedroom apartment for holidays and parties, it was a bit cramped. We cousins used to like to visit on the porch when we'd first arrive. It's not exactly like we were banished there, but we liked to share secrets and silliness away from adult ears. After supper when everything was put away, we might sit at the dining room table and play cards, with some of the uncles joining us, but before eating we'd have just been in the way and made to shuffle around, so us being on the porch at first was perfect for everyone.
It couldn't have been a big porch, but in my head I remember the five youngest amongst us singing, playing charades, and telling stories right underneath the window. And we laughed. Man oh manischewitch what I wouldn't give to sit on the floor of that porch and laugh like that with them again.
Poor Bob. I'm now contemplating asking him to move my desk away from the window, and build an enclosed space for my cousins and I to sit in and laugh. Okay. Maybe not.
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