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Grandad's Front Porch
By William R. King
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Grandad’s house still stands, but the front porch is gone. Uncle Revere, a long-time bachelor and school teacher who inherited the homestead, decided he would try married life in his retirement years. Shortly after his marriage, the porch disappeared. What a disappointment. The porch Grandad built extended across the entire front of the house. It was replaced by a tiny little thing with hardly enough room for two or three people. Gone was the place where I met so many new and different people, where I first heard Grandad play the violin, bones and trumpet, where I marveled at how Ted Koozer could do so many things with only one arm, where I saw a human eye looking up at me from the porch deck that turned out to be Henry Gromley’s glass eye, where I heard about feats of strength in the coal mine, woods, and on the farm, and where I heard about Mrs. Farster running through the corn field holding her dress as high as she could so the corn would grow tall that year. Everyone at the porch was part of the community and had his story to tell. There aren’t enough front porches in America where friends congregate and grandchildren can get an education.
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