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Date:7/24/2014 4:03:48 PM
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Porch Sitting, Part II
Eldest Brother David has a wonderful porch on his house, facing east. I can't tell you how many times I've spent an hour or so of an evening conversing with David and Belle Soeur Susie watching what I call the "Reverse Sunset", that is, watching the sun's setting light illuminate the scenery to the east. I enjoy the same type of view from my Garage Porch. While my porch looks down upon the small "Bear" flower garden and on to the old apple orchard, David's view is over his back acreage all the way to the highway. My porch is framed by oak and maple trees. From David's, one can see much more of the sky and sometimes watch the thunderheads make their way down to the Bay from Northern Michigan.

Reflecting over the years, I have seen some great porches. (If you begin to suspect that, being an admitted connoiseur of Porch Sitting, I might be a tad bit lazy, you are most certainly correct) I loved the shady old wooden porch of my Great Aunt Emma (Brabant) Younger. It ran the whole length of the shady south-facing front of the house. We sat there with our cousins listening to her stories. I especially remember how the floor slanted a little towards the front, to allow the rain to run off. It looked out on the crick which traversed the front yard and then the road beyond. The porch is long gone now, as, of course, is Great Aunt Emma, but they live on in my memories and I can still hear her silvery Brabant voice tell stories from the 19th Century and feel the damp coolness of the Younger Porch.

Now My Ruthie had a different type porch at the Lotter home when she was growing up. The enclosed porch of her parents' house on Quincy Street in Oconto Falls looked out on the railroad tracks and depot. It too, was south-facing, but without a lot of shade. Too hot to sit in during the day in Summer, it was a great place to be during all the rest of the year. Even on a cold but sunny day in January, you could grab some privacy and maybe a nap on one of the chairs there. My Ruthie tells me that her dad George, in the days before air conditioners, would sleep out on that porch almost naked during the Summer months. Ol' George was a massive bear of a man, possessing both the fur and strength of one. He also, like a bear, had a playful streak, and in the evening, when he would sit on that porch swatting flies, he would swat Ruthie's mom Regina on the butt when she would come in to bring him some coffee or a snack. I got to see this only once, in the Summer of '83 when Ruthie and I were dating. Now Regina and George are sitting in the Heavenly Porch and literally, God knows what the view there is like. --Gary
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