
So many memories of the old porch swing.
Many times I remember at the end of the day, after the chores were finished, Mother and Daddy would walk out onto the breezeway and sit down in the old porch swing. I don't remember when that porch swing was hung but it was there for as long as I could remember from the time we moved there when I was four until my mother passed away at almost 95 years of age.
Many nights after supper, I'd ride my bicycle. Most of the time, it was with some neighborhood friends but sometimes, it was alone. Our porch swing faced the side street. I was allowed to ride around the block in the evenings as long as I didn't get on the main road. So, around the block I would ride finely turning onto the side street beside our house. I can remember pedaling my bicycle beside our garage and, with anticipation, look toward the old, porch swing, where my mother and daddy would be sitting and gently swinging, back and forth.......back and forth. I would wave and they would wave back. How many times I rode around that block in the cool of the evening, I can't tell you but it was always so good to see my Mother and Daddy sitting there enjoying each other and, I liked to think, enjoying watching me come into sight. Mother would often be sitting there fanning herself with the tail of her apron while Daddy was leaned back smoking his pipe filled with Prince Albert.
I have often wondered, in the day and age we live, if we have the patience to just sit and swing back and forth in an old porch swing. Life has too many things to occupy us. There was contentment in the faces of my parents as they swung back and forth in the squeaky old swing. We didn't have much as far as material things but God provided the things we needed and we had each other.
When I think of my mother and daddy, who have gone on to their Heavenly Home, I like to think that God has provided an old swing for them on the front porch of their mansion.
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