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PORCHES ON MY MIND, is a metaphor of that place in time that you can remember quite vividly. It could be a turning place of your life. It could be a place that served as an outlet for serious issues that occurred in that moment.
PORCHES represents a holding place to express your love, your sadness, your joy, your visitation with friends and family.
PORCHES is the place where whispers are spoken, secrets and promises shared. Where plans and disappointment was made.
PORCHES is where you find romance and passion finds you. A place where you can swing and dose under the sunset or the midnight moon.
Whatever “PORCHES’ mean to you, tell your story, bless someone who didn’t know or had the opportunity to have a “PORCH“ experience.
REP’s ‘Porch’ experience:
I lived in places that always had a front and back PORCH. I love PORCHES, they have always been a place for me to escape for silence from my always busy house. I’m a outdoorsy person without the bugs, but I love to hear the crickets at night, I love the birds chirping in the morning. Porches was my sanctuary where I could privately speak to God on a personal basis.
Our house always was an open door of hospitality, good food, children playing,
Grown-ups dancing to music and a card game here and there. I remember the day when watching the construction guys pour new cement on the floor of our porch. I couldn't wait til it was almost dry, I got a stick and carved out the name of my first boyfriend. He didn't know that I liked him, so when my friends came over later that day and as we gathered on the porch they all exposed my feelings for this boy, I was so embarrassed. I tried to scratch out the name, but the cement had dried and so the name was set in stone on my porch.
When the boy came over on my porch for a visit, he accepted my liking him and said he didn't mind me carving his name on my porch. He said we just have to stay together til death do us apart. About 2 summers later he was shot down in the street and died, it was devastating to me at such a young age. Something that I will always remember whenever I go on the that PORCH where his name is etched in stone.
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