BACK PORCH SPRING CLEANING: Part II

I hope you have had the opportunity to read and enjoy part one of my latest blog post, Back Porch Spring Cleaning! So now it is time to share part two of the post, and I hope you enjoy it too. Please remember if you have questions that I will be happy to answer them for you!

For me going picking and finding unexpected treasures is one of my most favorite things to do, and I think that is pretty obvious when you look at this porch! One of my most recent finds is a beautiful, old porch swing with perfect, chippy wood that I dug out of a pile of old furniture pieces and parts a few months ago. It was one of those finds that I was not quite sure where I would use it, but it didn't matter, I knew I would never find another one like it and that I would find a place for it. I found the right place, and I love it there! I hung it in the seating area of the porch under one of my all-time favorite finds, an old hatchery sign from Georgia. The old sign means a lot to me, and I was so happy to find it. I was picking in Georgia with a friend a few years ago, and I saw this old sign, and there was no question about it, it was going home with me! I need to explain that Dekle is my maiden name, and that is not a name that you see or hear very often, so it was remarkable that I even found it. I didn't know if there was any connection because I knew very little about my extended family, but with a bit of research, I found out that the hatchery was once owned by my great uncle. I even have a vague memory of going there when I was a very young child and playing with the chicks, so there was no decision to be made, it had to go home with me.

The beautiful, old, weathered turquoise table you see was a gift from the previous owners of my home. It was original to the house, and they didn't want it, soooo I was more than happy to take it off their hands! I have had several people try to buy it, but I won't sell it. I like it too much, and the fact that it is original to the house means that it belongs here. I used an old turquoise ice cream freezer as the centerpiece for the table, and I am pleased with the results.

There is also a chicken nesting box that I have had a hard time finding a perfect place for but I think I have found a great spot on the back porch and the old green cabinet that you see is filled with a small collection of old toy trucks and some of my old watering cans are sitting on the top. I know that I don't have to tell you that I will probably keep adding treasures to the porch and when I do, I'll be sure to share those finds with you, although Mr. Blue says if I add anymore the porch will fall in. I'm willing to take my chances!!!

 

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    Paige Sullivan says

    My grandparents house was on a corner in Montg. I can’t give the street and you will find out at the end. My brother called me to say the house had been torn down. I was heart broken. The next morning we met at the remains of the house. It was wet, muddy and a mess. Rob and I walked around looking for something. Broken bricks, pieces of lumber and 2 intact fireplaces. Mom and Dad first lived there when they married in the apartment off the back of the house. I came home from the hospital and lived my first 9 months of life in this house. I remember when my grandparents sold and moved to the other house. I was determined to find my memories among the rubble. And I did. Iris’s that had been my grandmother’s. I had to fight hard to get them out of the mud. A piece of window trim. Broken edges. Glass globes with the paint I remember splattered on them. The prize! An original, intact window. It is now on my porch. I can see all the others who have gone on before me, looking out that window. I can see Mama, GooGoo(as we grandchildren called her) and Grandaddy. The goose chasing Mama as a child. The tv dinner I ate the time I spent the night. Mama sick in ;the bed with the mumps. We couldn’t see her. I ran in anyway and held her tight. She was pregnant with my baby sister. I grabbed that window and ran as fast as I could and put it in the back of my car. Daddy was in the hospital and I couldn’t wait to tell him what I had been doing before I visited him. Why there was mud on my good shoes. The pit bull dog that kept barking at me. The cops didn’t come. The neighbor came out. I told him who I was. He smiled. He understood. I didn’t tell him that we had just lost Mama and I wasn’t afraid of going to jail for trespassing or that old pit bull dog. Just had to share…saw the windows hanging on your porch.

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