The other day I started telling you about the house I grew up in. Today I thought I’d show you more of the outside features of this one-of-a-kind house. Mainly, all the porches. Because the house I grew up in had a lot of them… about 800 square feet of them!
The top porch pictured above was off of the master bedroom. It was hard to get a picture of it from the porch’s door, but here’s a shot I managed to snap.
This half-moon balcony porch wasn’t really utilized by many people other than my dad. He would walk out onto this porch frequently to check the weather or watch the sun set.
This next porch we called “the triangle porch” because, well, it was shaped like a triangle. (Sorry you can’t see the triangleness of the porch from the picture. I took these several months before my parent’s sold the house on a solo trip down to Texas one fall and now wish I had taken lots more!)
All of those openings were meant to have screens in them so that you could enjoy the warm weather bug free (but we never put any in) and it had a ceiling fan above it to help with the Texas heat. This porch was also one my dad liked to frequent, and later in our years of owning this house, became one of the porches our dogs were pinned in on.
Here is a view looking up to the triangle porch. I always loved this entry up to it.
If you turned left before going up to the triangle porch in the steps seen above you would land yourself on “the front porch” where you would find our front door.
The front porch was probably used the most. When we had friends over we sometimes hung out there, and family parties spilled out onto the front porch for some manly cigar smoking often times.
Here’s where you would walk down the to the parking area from the front porch:
And if you’re curious, here’s the view up to the front porch from the parking area:
Now, on the other side of the triangle porch is what we called the “south porch” or “side porch.” It was the porch you would walk off of to then walk up to the top of the hill (I’ll share more about that in another post).
(This porch was the other porch that became part of the dog pin, so it looks a little junkie in this picture. And, uh, just ignore that random ladder laying there. *smile*)
And last, but not least, around the back of the house there was “the little porch” off of what was originally my brother’s bedroom, until it became my bedroom when he grew up and left home.
Such a cute little porch.
So as you can see, the house I grew up in had many porches. Some big, some small, some odd shaped and some normal shaped. But all hold many memories, and that’s what’s most special about them to me.