I slept on the back porch…

Dsc_0040 I was going through some pictures from the Iowa vacation trip and came across one of the back porch at my grandparent’s house.

This was where I slept when I visited my Grandma and Grandpa Gaston. No air conditioning, no heating. And it never struck me as odd that I slept on a lumpy fold out couch on my Grandma’s back porch. Because that is just what I did.

And it never struck me, until just this evening, how small their house was. There were two small bedrooms, with a tiny bathroom stuck in between. A "front room" where the couch and matching recliners sat. The dining room was just behind the front room, then all the way in the back was the tiny kitchen. The whole thing was tiny, surely less than 1,000 square feet. And we would cram a bunch of people in their on Thanksgiving and Christmas, and I don’t ever remember it seeming all that small. Busy, but not small.

And behind the creaky kitchen door was the porch. Where I slept.

In the summer I sweltered, and in the winter I did not move because I was covered with about a hundred blankets.

And I loved very minute of it. Because I had my own back porch at Grandma Gaston’s house.

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Posted on December 16, 2007, in Dad stuff. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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