Porch Memories - Playing with Barbie dolls
by Louise
(Ohio)
My Barbie doll from the 1960s
One of my favorite porch memories is playing Barbies with my childhood friend and neighbor, Wendy, on our front porches. Her Barbie had long blond hair in a pony tail and mine had a short curly bob. (I won my Barbie in a contest at my elementary school.) The most fun was buying new outfits for our Barbie's and laying all their clothes out on the porch floor. Sometimes we'd play the Ken and Barbie board game together, too, on the front porch. The picture here is of my Barbie (now about 45 or so years old). All of her clothes were handmade by a couple of Moms.
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Back porch memories
by Christine Hunter
(Grand Rapids MI)
Remembering life on the porch
I remember sitting on our back porch and watching my mother knit. She was quite a knitter. My dad would set us on his lap and read us stories.
My uncle could not read so he would sit there and look at the pictures in the book and tell us stories. So whether dad read them to us,or our uncle told us stories about the pictures, they were always interesting.
Life was great in those days. We as children never had any worries just always enjoying life playing kick the can, mother may I, etc.
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Echoes on the Front Porch
by Patricia Klein
(Moorestown MI)
Remembering fond porch memories
When I was little, the front porch was a favorite place to be. The porch swing was the
most comforting spot, a place to cuddle with a favorite dolly or to read and read and read. But the best memory of all is about the echoes.
From the West end of our porch you could get the best echoes! It would echo a whistle or a yodel or whatever you said. We would have contests to see who could get the most words back in an echo.
I used to practice and practice so I could beat my dad. For some reason, the echoes worked best
in the evening just before dusk. I will never forget how much fun that was.
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