while growing up I used to spend a lot of time with my grandmother, Mom-Mom.
I've written about her before, an amazing woman.
outside of her city house, on her front porch, was a wooden porch swing much
like the old one above. we would sit and talk, watch the neighbors go by,
listen to music and read. the swing made a squeaking sound that would
almost make me nauseous if I concentrated on it too much.
that swing was part of my growing up.
and today when I saw these photos I recalled all those past experiences.
a sleeping porch swing or swings,
can you imagine how much fun kids could have with this idea?
& this setting just calls out for a summer's cocktail, doesn't it?
do you have memories of your old porch swing?