The Importance of Porches in Appalachia 

Many years ago when I was a child, we made the long journey to my paternal grandpa's house in southern Kentucky next to Tennessee. We would usually arrive as it was getting dark. Since the house would still be hot from the daytime, we would sit on the porch, where my parents and grandpa would visit and catch up. Soon, I would grow weary as it was late. The only thing that helped as well as hurt was I got to swing endlessly on that squeeking swing he had. I loved it, but it also made me sleepy. When we finally went inside to go to bed, I was more than ready. That house and swing are long gone but the memory and sounds of that squeeking swing are clearly in my mind decades later.

You are such a treasure. I'm so glad I found your Channel. Thank you for sharing with us.

I used to sit on my grandmother's porch in the evening and listen to the night come alive...

Loved hearing all the stories, there is nothing better than a porch.

I love your channel it’s so basic and real something we need a lot more of thanks for your efforts

Fifty nine years ago my now husband an I courted on my front porch in the swing. While we were swinging, I was piecing quilts, for when we got married.

That porch.... The place for books, naps, watching the deer come down the hill, hearing the frogs, watching the stars, smelling the roses. Oh that sweet place. After getting married, a porch swing was the first birthday gift my husband got me. Still one of my favorite gifts.

Tipper? I can accurately recall thee most impact “Front Porch” I’ve ever seen. In Cades Cove, TN. A pioneer camp had that had ONE family that Enclosed half their porch for the main purpose of hospitality to any hungry and tired passerby. Grammaw & Pappaw did that but theirs was in the barn. Truth. 🥰

I've lived in just about every extreme this United States can dish out. Back in 2010 I moved to Minnesota. Way up North. 68.2 miles from the Canadian border. I'd never experienced cold temperatures like that in my life. Many days we were colder than anywhere in Alaska. But, come thaw....the skeeters came out in swarms. It was almost unbearable to walk to the end of the road to pick up the mail. So, my beloved made my little porch a screened in porch. Ohh, it was so enjoyable sitting out there with a hot cuppa. The skeeters banged themselves against the screens trying to get in. I miss that place. Thank you Tipper for another beautiful video. ❤

Love sitting on the porch at the end of a hard day to relax before bed time !!!

Boy, Tipper! You strike a lot of memories with your stories. Where I grew up was also just cement steps both front & back. So, any chance as a child to enjoy a "covered porch" was a treat! We visited several relatives with porches and as long it wasn't unbearable heat, that was where everybody congregated. The porch swing was the sweet spot. I never got a seat in the swing unless it was just me on the porch, cause when the adults were around they got dibs!

Loved this visit. I love old things woth history as well. Friends give me old rusty things & I collect as well. I ALSO like heart & star shapes. Lots of them inside & outside. Thank you again. 💕🦋🍁I gave rocks all around my house. I collect heart shaped rocks & friends give ones they find to me. 🌳🏔️

My wife got her front porch after I retired a few years ago. I finally had the extra time and money to build it for her,only regret I couldn't have built it 45 years ago for her.She decorates her front porch with antiques and all kinds of flowers. She loves her porch, and I do too. Ghost Town, Maggie Valley,some great memories.cowboy shootouts. Thanks Tipper for sharing your porch memories and stories of family and home.It was soooooo enjoyable🙂.

Absolutely LOVED your stories! It brings floods of my own memories back to life. Thank you

Nothing like setting on the porch after supper with coffee and talking till bed time

If it wasn’t for the peace of my porch I am not sure I could deal with all the craziness in the world these days. I can sit on it and look out into the countryside and forget it all and feel the beauty God has presented before me. - Oklahoma

My husband says he knew I was gonna be his bride for life when he asked, “What is your dream house?”. I said “A big porch and chickens”. Lol. Sold. PS: I just sent Mom a picture of her, sister & neighbor Singing on a Glider on their Long Porch where people gathered at times. 1937 Coaltown. Kentucky, VA & TN. The Gap. ❤️

Nothing like sitting on the porch to enjoy a great storm!!! The smell, the sound on the tin roof and the energy!! The absolute best!!

Omg we must be related haha i love anything old. History is fascinating. I cant get enough which is partly why i love your channel so much ❤ i love your rocking chair story, its too bad more people arent like that nowadays

My dad was in the Air Force, so we would always go visit my grandma in Effingham, Illinois for at least two weeks every time we would transfer to a different Air Force Base (about every 4 years). Us kids thought our grandma had the best porch with the best porch swing in the whole wide world! Miss her. 💙🙏

My grandparents who lived in Zwollee, Louisiana had a big front and back porch, the back one was for taking baths, no running water, doing laundry, getting vegetables ready to can, and other kinds of work. The front porch was for entertaining, having folks over for coffee and cake or cookies and talking, at night there was the men folk talking about the hunting season to come, or talk about butchering cows, pigs and the deer they had shot. This was also where those who smoked did so, not in the house, grandma's rule. The kids played on the porch in the day time and sometimes slept on the porch when it was really hot, no ac in those days. Just a little of the things we did on the porch.

Growing up, my grandparents had a wrap around screened in porch. They also had an outdoor summer kitchen. I would love to have a porch. My friend has a gazebo and a labyrinth garden in a rural community. It s so peaceful to walk through the gardens and meditate. I’m so pleased that I found your channel. It gives me great pleasure to hear you reminiscing about Appalachia. It has changed my perspective relative to Appalachian culture.

I have the best memories of sitting on the front porch or the side porch at my grandmas and shucking corn or snapping beans. Great grandpa would watch Hee Haw on the side porch and I would watch with him. In the evening the deer would come up to the house and eat apples from the apple tree and the rose bushes.

I remember back when I was young I'm 50 now. We lived outside. Sitting on the porch all the time drinking sweet tea and being a family. That's all over now. I live in St.louis and there is no porch sitting or you could be shot in a drive by. Children don't even play outside anymore. You're stories are the best. It feels like home.

Since we didn't have electricity we were outside until bedtime. Dad flat picking an old arch top F hole guitar, my brother sitting on the ice cream freezer while I cranked it and played the harmonica. Mom was sewing or reading. Yep, those are the memories.

Wikipedia: _"A porch (from Old French porche, from Latin porticus "colonnade", from porta "passage") is a room or gallery located in front of an entrance of a building."_ Yankees just don't know how to say *_"A porch is your house's welcoming arms."_* ;)

Whenever I talk on my phone, I go sit on my front porch. Maybe it is a way of wishing that whoever I am talking to was actually at my house and we could be visiting, sitting on the front porch. This afternoon while talking to a friend on the phone, the biggest butterfly floated lazily by, and I also told my friend how the tree behind the neighbor’s house down the hill and in front of me - it’s already starting to change colors. Already! I guess it is almost mid- September. I love porches. Growing up, there usually was a big snake under the evergreen bush by my parent’s front porch, so I avoided being on that porch. But us kids played on the back porch all day long. My paternal grandparents lived next door, and you could usually find my grandpa sitting on their front porch. I remember running from their front door and jumping over the porch steps to the sidewalk a lot. When I am out driving around being a looky-loo - the first thing I look at on houses is front porches. Big Victorian houses with wrap around porches call my name! My Victorian house in Iowa had a screened in sleeping porch upstairs - where in days of old, the family would sleep there on hot summer nights. I love the picture you have posted on some of the posts on your blog, of your relatives gathered on your grandmothers porch, your Dad sitting there with his guitar. Houses that don’t have porches look sad, lonely, like they are missing something. I loved your front porch and all your creative pieces! So many stories and memories. I collect old things, too. I loved all your porch stories. I can bet your Mom was so happy when she got her porch! Thank you for showing us your porch, and making us feel at home! This was another grand video I enjoyed very much! Donna. : )

I have fond memories of my time on my grandma's porch. It was a massive wrap around affair that had a door on either end and one in the middle. What could be better for a rowdy pack of kids? There was a rattan love seat, loaded with, flour sack covered pillows, multiple rockers, and a railing covered with flower pots. We would play hide an seek, and run through those doors, for hours. If it was raining, we played on that porch. When I built my house, I put a wrap around porch on for my grandchildren.

The porch was the common place of common people to enjoy the passing weather together, to observe the pulse of the heart of the community and get ya some fresh air in the summer to cool the beaded brow from the heat

When I was a kid, living in a small town in southern Minnesota, we had a screened in back porch. I remember as a kid playing Barbie dolls with my sister, in the porch on rainy summer days. In the winter when we made fudge for Christmas it was set to cool on a stand in that porch. So many fun memories. In fact our cat had a baby in the porch one time. It was winter and her litter box was kept on the porch and she was let out to use it and when I went to let her in she had had a baby. Mom picked her up and I picked up the baby and put them in the cardboard box in the hallway.

Love hearing your porch stories. Where I grew up we didn’t have porches. Just track homes. But I love old homes with big porches. And all the great memories they hold. Thank you for sharing.

Porticos are a southern tradition. Many a fine mint julip, Kentucky Bourbon whiskey,and cigars have been enjoyed in a rocking chair on an oversized front porch.

Tipper, to put it simply the porch is not only the most important room of a good home, it is the most public and yet most private, where we look back to so many happy times we spent there doing so much with so many and even quietly alone.

….💖I Love It When You Tell Stories ~ Grew Up Sitting On My GrandMothers Porch And Swinging On Her Porch Swing ~ My Neighbour, Michael (Before He Passed) And I Used To Call It ‘Poach Sittin’’ ~ You Gave Me Many Fond Memories ~ Thanks So Much💖🙏🏻….

I will be 65 the 13 Th. of this month and listening to you tell about your porch has brought back so many memories of summer at my grandmothers house in middle GA. As a kid I have shelled bushels of peas and butter beans on her porch. Hers was screened in and that was unusual back then. It was a fairly big porch but my favorite time was sitting there and watching the rain. She also had a small back porch where the kid’s table was at. All us kids ate out there because she would say...” little pictures have big ears”. They have all gone, I’m the only one still here so these memories bring joy. Thank you so much for sharing

I just realized why it is so hard for me to decorate. I love things that have meaning or history and that is what I want to have around me. Other people go out and buy new beautiful things, and I guess I could, but those things are not what I want. Others think I might be a tad touched, and maybe I am, but I call myself the keeper of all things. I need to get them out and give them a proper space to continue their lives and the memories they carry. I know my grandbabies LOVE hearing the stories and looking at my 'treasures.' Thank you so much for sharing yourself and your family with us. You have a beautiful family and have made a wonderful home to raise those 2 beautiful young ladies in. God Bless

Thank you for sharing your family’s collection of precious memories, Tipper! 💯🇺🇸❣️ There’s a fascinating story behind every item, in every collection that decorates our walls and homes and barns, and make us smile as we gaze upon our items and reminisce. A collection, like our lives, are meaningless without the attached memories.

We didn't have a porch when I was a kid, so we'd put down the tailgate of Granddad's truck and sit on it at night and listen to the owls and whippoorwills. I miss those days. My husband and I sit out on our porch in the evenings but there's a difference between sitting out in the mountains and sitting out across from the grocery store on main street!

I remember purple hull peas and purple fingers, growing up on my grandmother's front porch... When she was canning, one my favorite things to do was sit on the porch and hull the peas... She might make some homemade ice cream and us kids would all take a turn turning the handle... I still love hulling peas because of the memories... Thanks for sharing Miss Tipper... You brought back wonderful memories... 🙂❤❤❤

Porch is the only place where i find mental and physical peace. I almost spend every minute of my off day from work lying there on Rocking chair

I’ve always wanted a house with a wrap around porch! Our home is a working home. We’re in and out from the garden or wood yard or courtyard all the time. A porch would certainly help keep the house clean. I suffer from heat sensitivity and sometimes direct sunlight is unbearable. It triggers nerve pain. A real nice porch would be really nice! Thanks Ms. Tipper!

One of my sons and I love rocking chairs, especially those on the front porch. When he was young, we would wrap up in a quilt at nite and sit on the covered patio in a double swing. My other children and husband never did much sitting outside, but this son and I still sit in our 2 rockers on the front porch, except when it's too cold! This same son built me a covered structure and hung up a swing made from cypress. This was very well built and is in the backyard, just under a huge oak tree. My dad's parents had a swing under their back porch. I loved sitting there or swinging in the homemade swing that hung from a big tree in the backyard. Yes, swings and rocking chairs go hand-in-hand with a porch! Thanks for the memory!

I’m sitting on my back porch now watching you listening and watching it rain God bless you and your lovely family.

The porch is huge in my life, it's a place of peace.

Reminded me so much of my Grannie Campbells front porch!!! I'm 74 and my memories of that porch are exactly like yours. And today I still love my front porch. I usually get to sit out there till dark.....and I hear all the sounds of nature. .. And I spend lots of time out there through the daylight hours...❤❤❤

Wow I have a life time of porch memories! We partied, slept in the summer, had porch suppers! I have recipes made just for porch suppers from 1940-1950's. We always seemed to have a porch swing. Would swing with my babies on summer nights till they fell asleep. Thanks for the reminders!

P-O-R-C-H is just another way to spell HEAVEN. Growing up the porch was the place where we could spend time "in a grownup way" with father before bed. The "stoop" was where I sat with my grandfather at dusk and listened to his wisdom on hot and humid summer nights in Philly. My Aunt Dot's farm, where I grew up, had no porch - but a little cement patio off the kitchen door with the biggest picnic table you ever saw made my 3rd favorite spot at the end of the day. It was a place too where nobody needed to say a word.

I never really thought about it. Porches are really the center of the house, where weather permits and when they are big enough. Delightful insight.

swings are a fantastic thing, on my first time in ga, unicoi sp, frugal camping, they had swings and i started to love them really a lot. such a relaxing thing.

The front porch was one of the first things I repaired when I bought this house. It can be down in the 30's and I still sit out there with the dog and a cup of coffee in the morning. I can sit out there when it rains. I would really miss my porch if I did not have it.

In my hometown my grandma had a veranda on 4 sides of her house, with grapevines, and what a playground it was for us kids. High roof, high walls, house was so cool in the hot summers. Yes porches are very important.

Oh how I love porches! The memories are countless from grandparents houses,our homes, from people I know to meeting only once. I love them😍

Thank you for the lovely porch tour. I get sentimental about plants/flowers in the flower bed that my children gave me when they were young.

Great video.Brings back a lot of childhood memories. I can never see a porch, especially if there are younguns on it, without hearing my grandma saying "Now you younguns move away from the edge of the porch before you fall off. You a makin' my toes hurt". I think she was just in a strain expecting us to fall off the porch and break our necks. It's funny how such silly things like that are so often what I remember the most about people from my childhood.

We went to Ghost Town in Maggie Valley, probably 26 or 27 years ago. Drove out from Texas where we live, to pick up our son at Space Camp in Huntsville, Alabama, then drove out to Pigeon Forge and on to Maggie Valley to finish out our trip. I think our son was either 9 or 10 then. He’s 37 now.

I sure have lots of great memories of sitting on the porches of my grandparents…it was a huge farm house and had 3 huge porches, 2 screened & 1 open….lots of playing there with my cousins….I’ve always dreamed of living in a house with a wrap around porch…I’m 69 and I’m guessing I want ever have that….but it’s ok to dream 😴! Thanks for the great memories!! I hope your week has been going good 😊 Brenda

My time in West Virginia enhanced the quality of My life and gave Me memories beyond all compare

The biggest thing I miss is thanksgiving gatherings with my paternal grandparents. 😢

I remember an old say, ' light a schuck out of there'. It refers to a torch made of corn schmucks. To give you some light for the walk home

I've travelled most of my life (military child). A little less than a year ago, I moved to Appalachia. I now feel no desire to leave. The sense of place has a hold of me. Thanks for all the good videos, Miss Tipper!

After grandma passed we moved into her house and took care of grandpa. Little three room with a basement she had dug out after house was built with cement floor with all kinds of brick and cement block for walls. Small front porch with a swing l loved to sit on and watch the rain. I had baby ducks and chickens that would follow me around in the rain. Was warned they would be dinner at some point. Thank you for all the stories and reminding me of my porch days. ;*) This was se Pennsylvania 1948. All four of my grandparents came from Poland. Polish national I am. Yes mam. Bonnie

I REALLY enjoyed your video and stories. It brought back memories of when I was a small girl, sitting on the porch with grandma shucking corn or snapping green beans during the hot summer months in Colorado. I loved the book you read. I could visualize everything he said. It gave me comfort to think of the simpler times. Please keep making these kind of videos with all your wonderful stories. I would love to hear more. God Bless

You are a natural born story teller. So calming and relaxing to just sit and listen. My grand mother lived in a small apartment by the time I was born. She had a concrete slab as a back porch. She always had two chairs on it. We spent summer evenings drinking cherry koolaid and eating Sock it to me cake after an all day game of kick ball. Nothing ever tasted that good. Me and all the neighbor kids would also snap peas and shuck corn on that slab for my grandma. She would sit in one of those old porch chairs and tell us Bible stories. She could makes them stories come to life. She was a tiny Irish women with sparkling baby blue eyes. She was a kind women but also had lots of spit fire! She had 24 grand children and 32 great grandchildren when she passed at the age of 85. Still miss her!

Our back porch was where we went inside the house, and it was where we fed the dogs and kept those returnable glass soda bottles stacked in their wood cases. Our front porch was where the swing was, where you could watch the occasional car on the road, where the huge maple tree shaded the front yard, where we shucked corn or snapped beans. You'd wave at the mailman. I wrote a Sunday sermon in that swing for the Youth Group Sunday one year. I got my first kiss on that swing.

Our garden is filled with little pieces of old pottery and thick, thick pieces of glass in different shapes and colors. It is as if one had actually tilled an entire house upside down into the earth here.

Morning porch coffee is the best. A dear friend of mine has a "rust garden". She puts all kinds of old rusted items in it that she finds on her hikes similar to your old tea kettle. It's really a cool garden.

I live in such a different environment, but was reminded of the importance of balconies on apartments in Israeli cities in the years before a/c. every evening everyone would sit outside on their balony overlooking the street, seeing what was going on, and enjoying the relative cool of the evening air, especially the wind at 5 p.m. that blew in from the sea. even though I live in the mountains far from the coastline, and don't have a balcony, I still enjoy the 5 o'clock wind in the summer afternoons, cooling off my house (since I don't have a/c) each evening after the heat of the day.

I recently started following thrifters on You Tube. My mother kept nothing, so there were things I loved that just “disappeared”. I have found so many things that I have bought to replace those things. I have had a very happy life, and still do. These keepsakes represent all of those great memories. Loved talk of the front porch. I love porches and swings and spent many happy hours sitting with my Grams on her front porch. ❤️

Granny kept a wood rick on her back porch. It was for use in her wood burning kitchen stove. As you told your story, I could smell that wood. Very emotional memories.

I used to love playing on the front porch of my Aunts and Mamaws house and sit on the swing and listen to all the wonderful sounds and the cars going through and trying to guess which direction they were coming from. I also loved catching lightening bugs. I would always help with breaking up green beans and shucking corn with my aunts and cousins so they could can and cook with.

Heard me a new one in this visit. Stove eyes. We've always called them burners, but I get it. Very nice post. LOVE the nostalgia posts.

I'm not sure a what age I came up with this, I have always called a porch a "hug". They always seemed like loving arms that surrounded the house and welcomed joy. A place, from which to greet passersby, to gather family and friends or to experience solitude. Thank you for sharing your "hug".

I’m glad Granny finally got her porch! ❤️

This brought a lot of memories about our front porch when I was growing up. We practically lived on it. One thing my husband and I do now all the time is head to the porch when it rains

Tipper, one of my favorite times of the day is settling into my chair in the evening and watching Celebrating Appalachia. Today's video of you and Matt working to install windows was such a blessing, hard work and love between you. Our house in South Carolina was built in 1914 and is small but so comforting, our two grandchildren were raised in this old house while their parents worked. My husband, Bo, was like Matt. Always working to repair or upgrade something around here. Replacing windows, changing the roof line, and adding a room or two. Most all of our siblings have larger brick homes, but it never fails, our old wood, clapboard house is their favorite gathering place, much like what you describe. Thank you for leaving the video on while the storm winds came up, it reminds me of God's power in nature. It was so peaceful. We love to sit on our porch and shell peas and butter beans in dishpans. We are in a minority in our neck of the woods, no one here sits on their porch anymore. Your videos take my mind back to my life as a child, many hours spent in Gaffney, S.C., Cherokee County, just a state away from y'all. Red clay, being in the garden, walking down the dirt road a short piece to get fresh milk from a neighbor who had cows and sold it, and my aunt would make butter and buttermilk for her biscuits-I woke up to smell coffee boiling on the stove. Good times. - After watching your Appalachia video last night I went to Blind Pig and the Acorn, and watched the music videos with your Pap and Paul, I was so blessed. Katie has an amazing voice that blended so well with Pap. I will watch again tonight. Thank you for sharing your family, your cooking, and life experiences in beautiful Appalachia. ----MAGGIE

Loved the porch video and the Stories about all the “artifacts “. So interesting that there is a story about each one and that something simple like barbed wire and part of an old post means so much. I like things like that too and wonder what they saw during their hay-day. So interesting talking about porches and the old days when porches were the gathering place like you say for talking, playing and listening to the evening sounds. You are a great storyteller too.☺️

I grew up in a cotton mill village. So many memories of sitting on front porch. Mom had flower pots on the bannisters.

Tipper, wonderful video. I've spent many an hour on the front porch of my grandma's when I was a kid. We usually were shelling peas or stringing and breaking beans late in the evening in the summer time. Usually peas came in a bit later in the summer and sometimes pea shelling started on the porch and ended up on the inside of the house in her living room with Hee Haw on the t.v. and the whole living room full of family members telling tales, shelling peas, and watching Buck and Roy and the whole gang.

How lovely! It has such a comfortable, homey, relaxing and safe space, almost like a retreat.

I bet many love stories blossomed on the porch on summer nights.

this is incredible, i never really thought about it until now!!

Without these bugs whistlings in background this video couldn't go more peaceful & natural

Some of my favorite porch times are in the fall...in the morning with a cup of coffee and a lap blanket...looking at all the pretty colors.

Tipper, I loved this show! I wanted to say earlier how nice your porch is. I've always admired it. Porches as you can see are very important to me. I very much enjoyed your porch stories.

Grandpa and granny had a front porch and I side porch such good memories

We all ways stayed out side when it rained.....I loved it❤️

Many good memories of sitting on porch with grandpa either in the swing or glider. Enjoyed both of them.

I'm a porch sittin gal from way back. I guess it started when I was little and we'd go to my granny and pawpaws in Clayton GA, they had a big screened in porch and we'd sit out there of an evenin and talk and listen to the whipporwhills and once it was full dark they'd tell me stories about the sasquatches that lived in the woods around the house. I wasn't ever really scared though because I felt so cozy and safe on that screened porch. In my mind it might as well have been 20 ft tall with razor wire

Sweet sweet sentiments shared here …. Something you live and then in living love … and truly savor 🎶… daily lifesongs with many special instruments, notes , choruses , harmonies, … sure can strike chord in many hearts ❣️

Love my porch but I love the one at mom and dads the best! Looks out at the barn which is a staple of my childhood 🥰 We sit out there and watch the rain, talk and work crossword puzzles and sometimes me and dad do a little pickin and grinnin! He plays banjo and I play guitar ♥️

The color of the trees usually is at it peak the 3rd week in October here on the TN side. The early frost and wet weather pushes from the 2nd week of Oct to November. I've noticed that sometimes one side of the Smokies is a smidgeon more vibrant than the other side. Hurry up with mountain path reading you are torching me. I looked for the book and they were $50 for a new soft cover. I can't find it in large print. I wanted to give it as a gift to a 90 year old lady. If some one can point me to a large print version I'd like to purchase it. Keep on plucking those memory strings.

We shell peas, clean veggies, have morning coffee, sometimes have dinner, and anything else you can think of to do on a porch.

I love your Porch Stories, thank you for showing us around. I have many porch memories you suddenly brought back to me. My Dad and I were always early risers and he and I would have "Coffee" on the back porch. My coffee was mostly milk. Some say that's why I am short, because, I drank too much coffee as a little girl, and it stunted my growth! But that was our time together, and I always loved spending it with him. We had a lake house, and my favorite picture is after a long day of playing, swimming, and fishing, someone took a picture of our family, us kids with dirty sunburned faces. Mom tired from chasing us around Daddy had been working and had grease on this pants. What a mess we were, but my favorite family pictures. Lots of Porch stories here, thank you for a reminder of those just common days, but so special now in my memories! ❤️ God bless your evening!

Oh do I miss those front porch gatherings with my Family in Western NC & SC!! We absolutely learned that from my Appalachian Ancestors. Loved this Video, Tipper! Love your ways! God is Great! God's Speed Only!

At 20:24 you talk about birds nesting behind the porch ornaments. On Corie's first video of her new house, she videoed a little bird gathering nesting materials. I knew right then that was a house wren and that we would be seeing more of her and sure enough she was nesting in the crevices of the porch. They are wonderful companions but they do poop a lot.

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Hi. Thank you so much for your posts. I'm a first generation American. My parents came here from Ireland. So I grew up loving this Beautiful Country. I have always wanted to visit your part of our country. The Irish Scottish history is palpable in the music from there. I grew up hearing traditional Irish music in our living. Mom played the Irish fiddle and Dad played the accordion.

Smiling about all the rocks. Yes, we have rocks. In travels with the motor home, one could stash them throughout the storage cubbies. One time a collection of shells had to be left behind... oh the smell!

I remember visiting with a friend in n. Carolina and stone mountain, Georgia as a kid and the people down there are the friendliest and most hospitable. Big breakfasts were a routine. Went and visited friend's relatives living very rural. A very peaceful way of living. Great people.

As a teenager one beautiful spring eveing the kind of day that the was perfect i was coming around the house after the work was done then something coming from the porch i had herd many times but this evening got my attention i could hear the sound of the slushing of an old stoneware churn the timing of the churning kept in line by my grandma singing JESUS LOVES ME i must of heard this countless times but this perfect eveing I finely realized the beauty of what i was listening to