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April 9, 2014

Jonathan Tobin: Why Did Kerry Lie About Israeli Blame?

Samuel G. Freedman: A resolution 70 years later for a father's unsettling legacy of ashes from Dachau

Jessica Ivins: A resolution 70 years later for a father's unsettling legacy of ashes from Dachau

Kim Giles: Asking for help is not weakness

Kathy Kristof and Barbara Hoch Marcus: 7 Great Growth Israeli Stocks

Matthew Mientka: How Beans, Peas, And Chickpeas Cleanse Bad Cholesterol and Lowers Risk of Heart Disease

Sabrina Bachai: 5 At-Home Treatments For Headaches

The Kosher Gourmet by Daniel Neman Have yourself a matzo ball: The secrets bubby never told you and recipes she could have never imagined

April 8, 2014

Lori Nawyn: At Your Wit's End and Back: Finding Peace

Susan B. Garland and Rachel L. Sheedy: Strategies Married Couples Can Use to Boost Benefits

David Muhlbaum: Smart Tax Deductions Non-Itemizers Can Claim

Jill Weisenberger, M.S., R.D.N., C.D.E : Before You Lose Your Mental Edge

Dana Dovey: Coffee Drinkers Rejoice! Your Cup Of Joe Can Prevent Death From Liver Disease

Chris Weller: Electric 'Thinking Cap' Puts Your Brain Power Into High Gear

The Kosher Gourmet by Marlene Parrish A gift of hazelnuts keeps giving --- for a variety of nutty recipes: Entree, side, soup, dessert

April 4, 2014

Rabbi David Gutterman: The Word for Nothing Means Everything

Charles Krauthammer: Kerry's folly, Chapter 3

Amy Peterson: A life of love: How to build lasting relationships with your children

John Ericson: Older Women: Save Your Heart, Prevent Stroke Don't Drink Diet

John Ericson: Why 50 million Americans will still have spring allergies after taking meds

Cameron Huddleston: Best and Worst Buys of April 2014

Stacy Rapacon: Great Mutual Funds for Young Investors

Sarah Boesveld: Teacher keeps promise to mail thousands of former students letters written by their past selves

The Kosher Gourmet by Sharon Thompson Anyone can make a salad, you say. But can they make a great salad? (SECRETS, TESTED TECHNIQUES + 4 RECIPES, INCLUDING DRESSINGS)

April 2, 2014

Paul Greenberg: Death and joy in the spring

Dan Barry: Should South Carolina Jews be forced to maintain this chimney built by Germans serving the Nazis?

Mayra Bitsko: Save me! An alien took over my child's personality

Frank Clayton: Get happy: 20 scientifically proven happiness activities

Susan Scutti: It's Genetic! Obesity and the 'Carb Breakdown' Gene

Lecia Bushak: Why Hand Sanitizer May Actually Harm Your Health

Stacy Rapacon: Great Funds You Can Own for $500 or Less

Cameron Huddleston: 7 Ways to Save on Home Decor

The Kosher Gourmet by Steve Petusevsky Exploring ingredients as edible-stuffed containers (TWO RECIPES + TIPS & TECHINQUES)

Jewish World Review August 17, 2012/ 29 Menachem-Av, 5772

Porches have special place in memories

By Lori Borgman

Lori Borgman


http://www.JewishWorldReview.com | Some of our grandbabies were playing on the front porch, climbing in and out of the wicker chairs, poking their heads between the spindles on the rail and waving at passing cars, when it dawned on me that some of my best memories involve a front porch.

I had three great-aunts who lived in a house with a front porch with two green Adirondack chairs and a porch swing that hung by heavy chains from the ceiling. The chairs had a steep incline and were hard to get in and out of, but the porch swing was a piece of cake. You could climb in, pump your legs, make that baby fly, and in two minutes have a grown-up yelling, "Quit banging the swing into the porch!"

My grandparents had the most fantastic porch of all. Their big farmhouse had a wraparound porch with two sets of stairs. One set led to the front door and the porch swing reserved for my grandpa. The second set of stairs was around the side and toward the rear. There was usually a collie or an Airedale on that porch and a half dozen kids.

The swing at the back of the porch nestled against a massive honeysuckle. With an orange trumpet bloom on every finger, we had the finest artificial fingernails money couldn't buy.

The house we lived in when I was young had a front porch, too. It was customary in that part of the country for children to take small baskets filled with candy and violets to one another on the first day of May. My mother answered a knock at the door and announced that Mike from my first grade class was on the porch with a May basket for me.

I didn't like Mike and was horrified that he was on my front porch, which is why I tried to hide in the house. My mother forced me to go out and take the basket and say thank you. That's the worst memory I have of a front porch and, as you can tell, I'm still not over it.

There was a porch that almost threw my husband and me over budget one time. We were looking to buy a house and found a charming bungalow with the standard front porch and a delightful side porch off the master bedroom. Long blackberry vines arched up over the side railing and onto the little porch. I envisioned myself reading headlines on page one of the morning paper and plucking berries off the vine as I turned to the comics. The house was out of our price range and somehow we found the strength to walk away, but I've never forgotten that porch.

We visited the Grand Hotel on Mackinac Island several years ago. It boasts the world's longest front porch. It is a breathtaking porch lined with rocking chairs and red geraniums. People rocked, kids ran wild and a young couple married at dusk.

We've spent many hours on the front porch of the house we live in now, reading books to the kids when they were small, watching the rain and enjoying evenings.

The grandbabies are on the porch now, pitching toys into the vines and chewing on mail that was left on a small table. Maybe one day they will hold good memories of front porches, too.


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