Our first house in the country was also situated at an intersection. More people walked by than cars being driven. I loved sitting on the porch, greeting or talking with many who passed by. It was a great way to meet my neighbors.

Posted By : RitaSue Siegel

One of the most indelible images of my childhood involves a porch. It belonged to a house in Hopkins, Missouri, built by my great-grandfather in the 1930s. Although he was long gone, two of my grandfather's older sisters still lived in that house. Every few summers, we would make the seemingly endless drive from the suburbs of Chicago to northwest Missouri. As we arrived, my two great aunts would step out onto that porch to greet us, both in neat, 1940s style dresses they had made themselves, Nan, tiny and wizened and Aggie, a dead ringer for my grandfather, wearing a heavy steel brace due to childhood polio. That porch symbolized welcome, respite, and an invitation to a funny, old-fashioned world that was somehow endlessly intriguing and deeply comforting.

Posted By : Steven Skyles-Mulligan

I read an article about how when people began building backyards they no longer sat or even had front porches and life became more solitary. I love a front porch! During the pandemic I would walk in my neighborhood and connect with the porch people and sanity was gained.

Posted By : MARILYN L PRICE