Read Robert Reed’s wonderful article, The Front Porch Was Like A Perfect Postcard, in the Arizona Antique Register. From the article:
“The front porch is still remembered in songs like one John Cougar Mellencamp sang, ‘Grandma’s on the front porch with a Bible in her hand, sometimes I hear her singing take me to the promised land.’ And, too, in vintage postcards—but it is seldom seen anywhere else.
“The porch is the smile on the face of a house. When you meet a person for the first time, a warm, inviting smile can put you instantly at ease. Smiling makes people want to be around you and get in on
the fun. A smile is the light in the window of your face that tells people you’re at home. Andy Rooney once said that, “If you smile when no one else is around, you really mean it.” The same goes for a front porch. Even in the middle of the night when no one is around it continues to smile its welcoming expression attesting to its genuineness. When I am out motorcycling I love riding through small town communities and looking at all the old houses huddled up close to the road with only the sidewalk separating them from me. Though a stranger to the town, as I ride past the porches I purposefully slow up to smile back at them and thank them for making me feel welcome.” Garrison