Front Porch Breezes

On a good hot Southern afternoon, you’ll beg for a breeze. You’ll take your tea glass and press it to your face so a few moments of comfort come your way. We Southerners love our front porches. We sit out there just like we were sitting in the living room.

Someone will pass on the sidewalk and a holler of hello is sent out no matter if we know them or not. Don’t walk on our sidewalks unless you can stop for spell.

Life in the South is not meant to be fast. It’s meant for the fine things of a front porch. Containers of flowers are part of the atmosphere. The life of the plants tells a person that it’s a friendly sorta place with owners who are feeling good about inviting you up to sit awhile.

If you ask us directions, why that’s just like inviting a conversation. Porch owners look for opportunities like this so we can tell you all about the details of our life. It sure is hot and don’t you want some tea? The azaleas are doing good this year. Too hot to work and almost too hot to talk but we’ll manage. We’ll manage to tell you in every way we can how to get where you are going.

Go on down there by that white house where the lady lives who has 9 cats. She lost two due to traffic. Hasn’t traffic been bad this year? Do you have traffic where you are from? She’s got a son who works on cars if your car breaks down. My mother fixed her fried chicken and cornbread when her husband died. He was the undertaker.

Will you be staying here long? I have a cousin who owns a bed and breakfast. They fix good chicken too. Are you hungry. If you are hungry, I’ll run in and get you a Pepsi and some nabs. Do you know what nabs are? You don’t! You must be from up North a ways. Where about did you say you were from? OH, I see. You know Wilfred? Wilfred’s people are from there? Do you see the house with the iron fence and red door?
Well it’s on the corner after you past the white house where the lady lives with all those cats. Lord have mercy, that is a right good bit of cat food she has to buy and I’m assuming she gets it at the Piggly Wiggly on Waughtown street. You ever been to the Hot Dog House on Waughtown. Take a extra size britches with you when you go cause you eat a right many slaw way dogs. I know, it’s happen to a many out of towners. They get down here where calories are still attached to the food and if it don’t run out of you right quick, then it’ll stick.

You’re going turn right at that pretty blue house adjacent to the house with the red door that’s down the street from the white house and the lady with all those cats. Can you imagine the fur balls she has to put up with? I know I can’t and don’t want to. My uncle had a mess of cats too but they are all in his pond swimming around and that is where a good cat should be. He can fry up the best mess of catfish anywhere around these parts. He even cooks better than my cousin who owns the bed and breakfast in that house with the red door I told you about just a bit ago. You ain’t forgot have ya?

On past the blue house after you turn right, you’ll see the mayor’s house with the rounded arch and big columns. He got money once and spent it on columns. But his wife, Lucy has family that rescues the homeless. Lucy goes down to the place where the homeless hang out and gives them a card telling them how to get where her family has a good meal waiting for em. Do you want to know how to get to that place where Lucy’s family rescues the homeless? You don’t and your in a hurry? Alright then, once you’ve past the mayor’s house and Miss Lucy, look straight ahead and you’ll see where you’re headed.

But the people you are looking for don’t live there anymore. Naw, they moved a year ago and we don’t know where they went. It was real nice talking to ya. Are you sure don’t want a Pepsi, iced tea, water even?, or something to eat? Lord have mercy it’s hot out here and you standing there in the sun all this time. Why didn’t you join me on the porch if you were going to stay so long. I feel just awful.







Loved looking at your website and your mention of Darlington, England. I must say though that Darlington, England is not the copy but the original! It has a church that dates back to 1100 – imagine that. Nothing in the good old US of A dates back that far. I was born and raised in Darlington, England but have lived in Australia for 26 years. I love Australia but I sometimes miss my old town. I have been back four times the last time just four months ago. Its a lovely old place.
Comment by Diane | June 29, 2009 |
I love old porches and doors…they don’t build many homes with porches any longer. There’s just something about porches, the summer and lemonade isn’t there?
OH yes indeed. I was uploading the pictures off my old computer and found a bunch more from that series of porches. I might just do a little mini series on them and post more southern stories.
Comment by Kathi-Laveneder, Lace and Thyme | January 11, 2009 |
And to all a good night;)
Comment by flowergardengirl | January 8, 2009 |
And after that we could go on to talk about any moon based topic of your choice
Okedokey. I’m game.
Comment by VP | January 6, 2009 |
Well Anna, you’ve given me a lot to chew over (!) We get Nabisco products over here too. And I’ve always preferred Pepsi to Coca Cola
I’d love to chat some more – the thing that really strikes me from your tale is Darlington. I have been to Darlington, Darlington England that is. That’s where my husband’s parents lived until recently. We have just spent the first Christmas in 25 years NOT going to Darlington and it felt soooooo strange. Is your Darlington a railway town too? Is it full of honest, friendly folk who talk with a strange accent? My mother in law was a local historian who’s led many a guided walk and written many a book on the town. I’m even included in a dedication she wrote in one of them.
Sooo, I reckon we could have a good, long spell a-sitting on your porch, sipping Pepsi and snacking on nabs, just talking about Darlington.
There is only one Darlington;) and it’s associated with NASCAR. The other one must have copied the little town in South Carolina. Do they like NASCAR too? I’m impressed. I do believe that we could match each other wit for wit and I’ll make extra sweet tea for a stimulus to take us through to 2010.
Comment by VP | January 6, 2009 |
Beautiful porches! They all look so inviting… these are the types of houses I see in the movies I like watching…
In Australia, we usually call them ‘verandas’, although I think they are the longer versions of a porch. And, are usually found in highset houses, and a veranda will normally run the length of the house.
We live in a country town in North Queensland, where there is still a bit of that hospitality you mentioned. Not in the bigger cities though…. that type of friendliness is long extinct.
I’m so glad you visited my site. Thank you. I have heard the word verandas and it just sounds romantic and beautiful. I don’t know much about Australia but it’s my dream to go there one day.
I use to say our big cities werent’ friendly but my son just took a vacation to NYC. He said it was awesome. He stopped to ask directions and the man took his group all the way to where they needed to go. And…my son said it was that way everywhere they went from store owners to those living there. Now I understand every city has some rough parts but I am sure encouraged by all those who stop by my blog. Maybe the blog world will help people communicate and we can fix the unfriendliness in the world and make it better.
Comment by PearlsOfTruth | January 6, 2009 |
Hi,
Thanks for stopping by.
Your porch post is full of warmth and coziness. your narration is simply the best. I have always dreamt of sitting in such a porch with a cup of tea. I havent been to southern part of the US, but your post made me love southerners.
It is good to know that such places exist even in this fast paced world. Where I live, Its only aparments growing taller day by day.
geekgardener
My goodness thank you so much for the kind words. Everything here is centered around the porches and good food. It’s hard to be Southern and skinny.
Comment by geekgardener | January 5, 2009 |
Anna,
Thanks for stopping by my blog- glad to meet you. I love these older homes. Here in OR we have many neighborhoods full of older homes, I just love the look of them. My home is somewhere around 80 yrs. old and although I love it, the one thing it is missing is that big front porch! That was top on my list, next to a good sized yard, but it just didn’t happen. Well, we’re moving soon- hopefully, and maybe I’ll get that porch this time
Happy Gardening!
I hope you get lots of land and a porch. I’m sure you have loved living in such an old home. They have a lot of character that cost an arm and leg if you want that today. I”m so glad you stopped by.
Comment by Tessa | January 5, 2009 |
LOL! I was wondering what nabs were all through that post. It never occured to me that Nabisco was shortened. DUH!
I wish there were more porches around these parts, they really are a great place to sit. Of course even if I had one it would be kind of hard to yell all the way down to the road from mine.
We tend to wave at people even if we don’t know them. It’s easier to wave from a couple hundred feet away than talk to them.
That is funny, yell all the way to the road! I’m thinking outloud here and not telling you anything new……but….Our weather is extremely mild compared to yours. Since you are inside your house more than out, it would make sense you don’t see too many front porches. Now, do you eat Nabs?
Comment by Cinj | January 5, 2009 |
Cute post today Anna, lol. I love porches on a house, in fact if we ever move the next house will have a big wrap around porch for lounging in the summer with a good book & a big glass of something cold to drink.
You see that quite a bit around here. My son and dil babysit for a dr who lives in the high rent district. He’s got a house just like you are describing. It’s a big two story all in white with a huge wraparound. My builder told me I was wasting space when I put my porches in. I doubt it…I bet I won’t have one ounce of trouble selling it.
Comment by Racquel | January 5, 2009 |
oh, how I long to live in the South again…I miss it so much, the conversations, the hospitality…the hello’s with out knowing who the heck ya are…I miss it all, the hot muggy nights, the walks on the boardwalk, the ocean…oh, okay I have to stop,,,thanks for the great porches…hugs, Lisa
Come on back! We have lots of porches to share. I was out today on my back screened porch. If our winters are mild which so far they are, we can sit out all year. But we have had some bad snowstorms in March. April breaks forth with Spring.
Comment by Pumpkin Pink Cottage | January 5, 2009 |
Priceless. I think you were channeling my Grandma Magaret.
I was going to talk about your grandma Margaret Deb….she lived on down the street, I just didn’t get to her house yet.
Comment by Deb | January 5, 2009 |
That’s cheered me up no end.
I still don’t know what nabs are – it’s because I’m from across the water. Why, thank you a Pepsi would be nice whilst I sit down for a spell and you can tell me what they are
Nabs are as common as fleas on a dog’s back around here. Vernon carries extra for tween meals. He’s a big old hefty feller comes from down near Choctaw Ridge. His people lived in that area all their lives and some of them traveled this way after the heracanes of the 50’s and 60’s. It nearly drowned everyone in those parts.
Pepsi was born in the south and NASCAR is king. I suppose you’ve never filled your pockets with nabs and been to Darlington. It truly is a shame what those outside NC live without. I don’t see how you stand it.
If you do decide to buy nabs, get them from Seward’s grocery. His grandmother or great grandmother was Alaskan. Old man Seward bought Alaska for pennies on the dollar which seemed like too much at the time. Seward’s has the freshest nabs and probably cause the stock turns over right much. I’d be ashamed to buy it anywhere else. It smells in that store but the nabs don’t seem to mind. They are wrapped up tight and packaged for travel. My daddy use to lay a few up on the dashboard for easy eating on long trips. You just don’t got to the gas station without buying nabs. That’s just wrong.
My favorite long trip was going down East. We would set out early and I mean earlier than Elvis’ chickens see light. We would load up the Nomad all the way to the top and then some. Half our stuff was traveling over our heads. By the time we got to our destination, the chickens had woke up and littered our luggage. You do know that going down East means driving behind a few feather flying chicken trucks. And my daddy drives like a bat out of hades. So we hit the doodle do at such force that one do looked like several.
Nobody was wearing seatbelts back them and all that traveling on dangerous two lane roads to boot. Daddy was a circuit riding moonshine salesman when he wasn’t running his furniture factory. His furniture factory in High Point, NC has sold to the White House. Every president since the 50’s has sat his butt down on my daddy’s table that he made at his factory here in the piedmont of NC. Oh, the stories I could tell you about my daddy. But you asking about nabs.
After you get your nabs from Seward’s, be careful not to crush them while fiddling with the wrapper. The wrapper can be can-tank-kerous. I’ve seen half of them end up spolt after dropping to the ground. If you hear a youngin crying in Seward’s, you know he probably dropped half his nabs. It can make a grown man cry too. Buying nabs is sorta a ritual around her passed down through generations. No one goes on a trip or out on a boat to fish without them. Seward’s only carries one kind even though others make it.
There’s usually a display of them beside the counter. It’s so common to pick a few up after gassing up the car. So they sit right by the register so you don’t forgit. Sitting there with them is Penrose sausages in a gallon jug, pickled eggs in a gallon jug, and chewing tobacco. There’s napkins by the jars so you can buy just one sausage or egg to eat on the go. Some of my best lunches were Penrose sausages and nabs eaten one after the other trading off on each bite. You can eat a Penrose without drinking but I dare you to eat nabs without a Pepsi.
I’m sure the Lance company has some history on the nabs…let me go see ifen I can find it. Oh, there is a whole article in wikipedia on nabs see—
History
Philip Lance and Salem Van Every, Lance’s son-in-law, started selling single serve snacks in 1913. Two years later, they opened the doors of the Lance Packaging Company. In 1943, Philip Lance Van Every took over leadership of Lance, still a privately held company. Today, Lance, Inc., is a leader in the snack food industry and one of the largest manufacturers and distributors of snack foods in the United States, especially in the South.
[edit]Ownership
Although Lance, Inc., is publicly traded, the Van Every family still maintains an active interest in the company.
[edit]Nabs
Many snack cracker products manufactured by Lance are commonly referred to as “Nabs”. The term “Nabs” today is used to refer to any type of snack crackers, most commonly those made and manufactured by Lance, Inc. Many in the southeastern United States prefer the term Nabs to generically mean the specific Toastchee brand of Lance crackers. The term has its origins back to 1924 when the National Biscuit Company (Nabisco) introduced a snack, put in a 5-cent sealed packet called “Peanut Sandwich Packet”. They soon added a second, “Sorbetto Sandwich Packet”. These packets allowed salesmen to sell to soda fountains, road stands, milk bars, lunch rooms, news stands etc. Sales increased and in 1928 the company adopted and started to use the name NAB, which immediately won the approval of the public. This term caught on and is still widely used today.
So there you see VP, only Lance makes the best Nabs. Nabs is short for Nabisco! so good to chat with ya today. Come back soon. I can tell you what moon pies are. Or tell you about making moonshine. Or tell you what I saw my brother do during a full moon. Or tell you how two of my brothers forced the other to moon at passing traffic. Or we can talk about something else.
Comment by VP | January 5, 2009 |
I’ve said it before: you are a born storyteller!
It’s easy to write a story living in the South. So much good material.
Comment by Susan Tomlinson | January 5, 2009 |
Entertaining story – bein’s as I’m from the South, I understood exactly what you were talkin’ about. In fact, I need that glass of tea – lordy, it’s so hot I could have a sinkin’ spell right here.
Land of Goshen I hope you don’t keel over. Let me run go get you some tea before you whittle down to nothing. You want nabs with it? And did you hear the mayor is going to have a baby? We hope it’s with his’n wife.
Comment by Kim | January 5, 2009 |
Very entertaining — and lovely porches. I think they’re a beautiful addition to almost any home.
I’m going to make cushions for mine this Spring. Checks and flowers of course in soft and bold colors. Good thing my computer works outside. Between Copper Top Cottage and my porches, there is no reason to be stuck inside.
Comment by nancybond | January 5, 2009 |
Those are all beautiful porches. I think porches add a very welcoming aspect to a home.
Marnie
I haven’t met too many that don’t want a porch or two. A swing is usually the first item a Southerner will purchase for their outdoor parlors.
Comment by Marnie | January 5, 2009 |
Good old Southern porches. I loved your tour. We’re front porch people and made sure that we modified our house plan to make our porch eight feet deep for space to sit.
Cameron
Of course you did honey;) and I have a nice wide porch as well. We don’t want granny to rock herself to the ground do we?
Comment by Cameron (Defining Your Home Garden) | January 5, 2009 |
Cute, cute, cute.H.
I know you’ve tried to go quickly to the grocery story only to meet people you know. Before long one baby story or good gardening tale winds up costing you an extra 30 minutes to the trip.
Comment by gardening with confidence | January 5, 2009 |
Gorgeous porches. You wouldn’t sit out here today, it’s been snowing! I think you could start a porch blog – conversations with passers by (lol).
OH my, you are right aren’t you?! I sure could talk to anyone at anytime and just about anything. I know a little about a lot of things and want to know more. If I find someone who has the missing info, I’ll get it out of them. I’ll bribe them with sweet tea and hot biscuits.
Comment by Phillip (UK) | January 5, 2009 |