Week 12 - An Address with a Story - Porter
Slowly coming awake in my small twin bed, through the open window I could hear a robin telling her story of the day. As I lay there smelling the freshness after the light rain showers that had occurred during the night, I could hear the radio on low. And the sound of an iron landing lightly on the ironing board along with Mom singing softly with the music playing. Or was she chatting with herself? That was a heartwarming thing that she did. She always said it was okay to talk to yourself - as long as you didn't answer back. When I was four years old, my parents moved into a 'large' three-bedroom, one bath house. They had left a house in a small nearby town to be only two blocks from an elementary school, four blocks from the Junior High and about a mile from the High School. It was definitely more centrally located for us kids to attend school. The basement was a Michigan basement. All concrete, with built in ledges. An old coal room and coal furnace heated the house, but ...