Porch sitting; reviving an old tradition 

By: Glynn Harris

When I was growing up long before cell phones came and stole away our solitude, sitting on the porch, especially in late afternoon, was something I came to expect. I can still see my dad in our old rocking chair; mama in the swing, us kids sitting on the steps enjoying being there as a day came to a close. 

Instead of staring at the screen in our hands, lightning bugs were our entertainment. We had a jar mom kept on the porch for my brother, sister and me to see how many lightning bugs we could catch to put in the jar. This was our glowing, flickering entertainment until mom said it was time to unscrew the lid and let the little bugs fly and flash freely.