My sweet grandmother in Rockford, Il. does not have much time left on this earth. One of the last places I want to go right now would probably be Rockford but after reading this thread for some reason I want to be back on her back porch just hanging out and laughing about the good ol days. Thank you Paula for reminding me it does not have to be somewhere glamorous or beautiful. I think I will go give her a call.
When I was with my grandmother (my nonna) that was my favorite place to be for many years. She didn't have a porch because she lived in an apartment, but we just sat around, ate anchovies marinated in oil and parsley and garlic, and watched TV and talked. (I was too young to drink wine, but she had a night cap of brandy pretty regularly) Even as a teenager, my friends would come over my grandmother's apartment and we'd play pokeno and eat fried dough with salt on it. So, I think that's where I learned to appreciate just sitting around, eating, and talking with good friends and family. If she had a porch, she definitely would have been on it. Enjoy spending time with your sweet grandmother, Bobby.
And those of us who love the porch (that means you, too, Miss Critter), will have to have a porch fest some day.
