Reflection in My Mirror-Granny’s Front Porch Part II


The Fourth of July was the time for homemade ice cream which was made, where else…….on the front porch.  Grandpa Woodrum would get the ice and granny would stir up the mixture.  Grandpa would bring the old wooden hand cranked freezer out along with an old aluminum dishpan to catch the salt brine from the freezer.  We would sit the freezer on the edge of the porch just above the top step.  This way, you could get your arm in gear for fast cranking.  We all took a turn cranking until the ice cream was frozen.

By this time, granny had brought out little dishes and spoons to the front porch.  She always brought a long handled spoon to dip out the ice cream.  With our dishes full, we would be sitting in the swings, green metal chairs, glider and Aunt Noka would be sitting at the top of the steps.  Everyone was really content and licking their mouth at the taste of the vanilla ice cream.

If you stayed on the porch during the day you could know a lot about what was going on without every leaving the house.  Aunt Noka would always watch the cars which went up and down the road in order to see who was going to the store or perhaps a stranger was going down the road.  Her day centered around sitting at the top steps on the porch and waiting for the paperman to deliver the newspaper.  She wanted to be the one to go get the paper and grandpa had the same desire.  Many little arguments arose because everyone wanted to be the first to read the paper.  Social event of the day.

Now granny like to smoke cigarettes, but usually tried to hide it a little.  She had an aluminum lounge chair on the porch which she would angle so she could see down the walkway.  She would sit down in the chair with her feet crossed and slip out the Camel smokes.  She would relax,  puff and put her ashes in the pocket of her apron.  Don’t ask me why she used her apron pocket.  Sometimes I would kid her and call her Little Puffer and she would just laugh and take another puff


About yellow6347

Memories, thoughts, life, business, God and family are in the circle of my life. I am writing the story of my life from Early Life in a WV Coal Camp in the 40's to the present time. Expressing my thoughts have made me very thankful for today. I hope they touch you.

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  1. Memories are so precious because they reveal one’s inner thoughts. I’m stunned as to how your granny so much resembles my own granny in terms of personality, though my granny did not smoke.

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