Memory Lane: A Summer Night

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Our back porch wasn’t quite as fancy as the one in this picture, but it did have a glider, a grass rug in the summer (rolled up for the winter), and was completely screened in; and we loved it.

One of the things I’ve been remembering lately is those summer nights when I was in bed and my mother and father relaxed with friends or family on the back porch. All the windows were open; hardly anyone had home air conditioning back then. So I would lie there in bed and listen: the peaceful rumble of conversation, punctuated occasionally by a laugh, and the soft clink of glass on glass–it was the grownups on the porch, doing what grownups do. I never could quite make out what they were saying: grownup stuff, probably, of no interest to a five-year-old.

But the thing I remember most about it now was that it made me feel safe. And secure. It was the sound of things being as they should be. The adults were as they ought to be. It kept the monsters at bay. The boogie-man wouldn’t come out of the woods as long as grownups were out there on their porches, or in their backyards, upholding peace and sanity.

I kind of miss that feeling.

But there is a higher and even more reliable guardian: Behold, He that keepeth Israel shall neither slumber nor sleep (Psalm 121:4).

8 comments on “Memory Lane: A Summer Night

  1. Sounds like your childhood was very similar to mine, and it was a very peaceful and enjoyable time to grow up. I am so sorry the later generations have not had that privilege, and it is getting worse by the minute. Those kids who are being taught Scripture do have something even more safe to hold on to, though.

  2. This does bring it back. Where do I start? I once saw a porch much like that one. It was in a home with a large yard in a major metropolitan area, full of trees and gave the illusion of being in a rural setting. The owner was prosperous, but not truly rich. It was quite picturesque.

    I remember being in bed, as a small child, and hearing my parents talking with their guests, usually extended family. Happy times. Later on, my parents bought a pleasant home in a fairly your neighborhood, where the builder had preserved to old growth trees that were there when they developed the land. Behind that house was an enclosed patio where we entertained guests and where I was known to sleep when the weather was favorable. I miss that place like you wouldn’t believe.

  3. I can’t remember much when I was five, but I remember when my dad put a roof over our back patio. There was a sliding glass door that led to the patio. The neighborhood kids would come over and play a card game called spoons on the picnic table. Of course, the grown ups would use it whenever any of our many relatives came over.

    1. One night I thought I heard one of my aunts say, “I’ll just kiss Lee goodnight before we go,” and heard her coming up the stairs… And into my bedroom walked this great big dog on two legs. Well, they all came running up, when they heard the yowl that I let out! One of those dreams in which you dream you’re still awake…

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