There's just something about a rocking chair on a porch. It feels good. It feels right. It conjures up images of days gone by. It brings back happy memories. It is relaxing and soothing.
I belong to an online group called The Christian Hotel and we've had many a virtual visit on the front porch. These ladies have become treasured friends over the years. Now when I see a rocker on a porch, I'm reminded of my friend Monica and her big Bible that she talked about, the one she found under a porch when she was a little girl. And I think about all the nights and days, we've all been in our virtual rockers, describing our rooms, telling our stories, having parties by the lake, walks on the path, trail rides, and times in the chapel and the garden.
Virtual or physical, there's nothing like a rocking chair.
Below are some photographs of rockers that I've taken over the years.
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Getting ready for the sunset at the
Summit Inn in Farmington, Pennsylvania |
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| Taking a break in Ocean City MD |
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My friend, Shirley and my sister, Ginger on our porch
one mild Thanksgiving afternoon |
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| Camp Youljiwa in Newvillle PA |
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Hats and books left by my friends and I when "The Bees"
vacationed in Ocean City Maryland a few years ago |
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| Cape May, New Jersey |