Memories In The Morning Sun

It’s Saturday, but I’m not sharing colorful sunrise photos today. Instead, I’m writing about memories of early mornings when I was a child.

This house was my home until I was 24 years old. Notice the sun shining on the front porch?

Being a child who hated going to school, some of my fondest memories are of summer mornings spent playing on that front porch in the sun. I’m sure Barbie dolls were involved. And most certainly, a cat or two. Midnight, Lace and Muffin come to mind.

A porch swing, made by my dad,  hung just to the left of the double windows. (I still have that swing, stored in my garage.) Behind those was the den, or the “sitting room”, as we called it. The single window on the opposite side of the porch was to the living room; it was closed off in the winter to conserve heat. But the entire house was opened up in the summer.

Quite a bit of work has been done on the house in recent years. The screen door of my childhood has been replaced by a storm door. Although we were reminded not to, I have to wonder how many times that old screen door was slammed by us children as we ran out to play and then back in again.

Now there’s a house number on the center column. Years ago, that wasn’t the case – just an address of RFD 1, Box 108.

I seldom pass by this house that I don’t remember those summer mornings. A few weeks ago when Marshall and I went to capture the golden light of sunrise at Bacon’s Castle,  the sun was shining on the porch as we drove by. I stopped, and Marshall took this photo for me.

I wanted a picture to go with the memories.

25 responses to “Memories In The Morning Sun

  1. Such a lovely porch and with a swing too! The rhythm that swing must have given to many thoughts and conversation. I can imagine it was a great escape from inside at all hours of the day and evening.

  2. Love the photo and no doubt there are MANY warm and sunny memories associated with it. Thanks for sharing some of them!

    Pam

  3. I savor the nostalgia of visiting a childhood home. I do that whenever I’m up north. But I visit those places everyday in my heart.

  4. Ahh, sweet memories. Do you hear the voices too, the laughter and the scolding as you go back and relive those early moments? I suppose the holidays also add to the nostalgia and the desire to recreate the things we liked best. No wonder you have such a love for the sunrise. You must have awoken with its rays on your face every day.

  5. I’m so glad you still have that porch swing…I didn’t know that!!! I spent many a summer hour reading and swinging in that swing!!

  6. I’m such a sucker for nostalgia! Something about that light just makes you want to sit still and remember…

  7. Such a lovely sunny house, looks like a nice place to grow up. I’m not surprised it holds such happy memories for you.

  8. I, also had many enjoyable times with June and Rose playing dolls on that porch…….Their dolls had such beautiful clothes, that your Mother made. My mother didn’t have the time to make us many doll clothes , as she was so busy just making clothes for us(dresses, underwear, coats, skirts, blouses etc.) Her sewing machine (pedal) made many miles of stitches…..

  9. I just love your sweet memories, Dianna. The picture to go with them is priceless.

  10. how sweet. the farmhouse i lived in for my first 13 yrs had an old wooden front porch and a wooden screen door that got slammed more often than not… 🙂

  11. How nice that the house is still It’s so nice the house is still there and being taken care of. The house I grew up in PA is about the same size and lived in but unfortunately I don’t enjoy seeing the house I couldn’t wait to get out of!

  12. Charming and quaint house … it must have been wonderful to sit on the porch and play. This house is perfect for your story book tale.
    You have wonderful childhood memories.

  13. How wonderful that the house is still there, even though it has seen changes, you still see it as it used to be. The old house I grew up in is long gone, but it held my best memories. And, I have no pictures of it.

  14. & I have quite a few long-lasting memories of this house, too.. including the porch. And, of course, the old Shed that used to be out back .. Golden hour produced a lot of good photos that morning!

  15. what a sweet little place!!

  16. It seems bright and welcoming. I love the memories I have of my childhood home.

  17. Memories of our first homes are the best, aren’t they? I grew up in a simple house with a front porch swing too and some of my favorites summer remembrances took place on the porch from playing Barbie dolls with my neighbor friends to long talks with my mom. We had a rural address too. Thanks for sharing your sweet memories and taking me on a trip down memory lane.

  18. Memories of childhood are so precious. I too remember a front porch with a swing and slamming screen door. We have one on our kitchen door in the summertime and I love to hear it slam! Brings back happy memories.

  19. A porch, a swing on the porch and a slammin’ screen door. Can’t beat it. Glad you have a picture to go with your memories Dianna. Memories are just the best.

  20. Lovely post. I could easily imagine you as a child sitting in the sun, playing on that porch.

  21. It was my favorite place to spend the weekends.

  22. Thanks for sharing your story. Makes me wish I’d gone back and taken pictures of home and my grandparent’s homes before they changed. I miss the times swaying to and fro on the old porch swings. And I don’t think one could keep that screen door from slamming, it’s the nature of the beast.

  23. Shirley Matthews Dunn

    I still have great memories of our homes in Surry. Grandmommy Matthews and Uncle’s farm on one side of the telephone tower right out side of Surry, and my parents built a Jim Walters home on the other side. Good times.

  24. Wonderful sweet memories…thanks for sharing!

  25. Great post! It made me think about the summers when I was a kid at the farm. It was the only time of year I got up without my Mom pulling me out 🙂

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