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I have loved things Country and Western all of my life. I have loved the ranches and farms. the fields, the barns, livestock, and the food. I was born and raised in Kentucky where I learned to love and appreciate the beauty, hard work, and value of country living, Most of my family lived on farms and/or were livestock producers. I have raised various livestock and poultry over the years. I have sold livestock feed and minerals in two states. My big hats and boots are only an outward manifestation of the country life I hold dear to my heart. With the help of rhyme or short story, in recipes or photos, I make an effort in this blog to put into words my day to day observations of all things rural; the things that I see and hear, from under my hat. All poems and short stories, unless noted otherwise, are authored by me. I hope you enjoy following along.

Saturday, April 7, 2012

Porches









Some fellow wrote once that he thought America started going down hill when we quit building front porches on our houses. He could be right.
The front porches of old were big with plenty of sitting space for neighbors. Folks would drop by with a plate of cookies to talk a spell about families, weather, politics. We knew their ups and downs next door, and they knew ours. We laughed, and sometimes, cried together. But over the years we’ve gotten more private, self centered. We got busy. Some folks can't even tell you their neighbors names. We stopped sitting on our front porches.
We quit building porches on the front and built decks instead. We've sorta become folks with our backs turned to our communities. Literally.
Now everyone knows my favorite sitting spot is my back porch lookin over the fields. And everyone is welcome to come by and sit and talk. Or just sit. But across America, I kinda wish they'd start building front porches again. I think we all could use a cookie.

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