while growing up I used to spend a lot of time with my grandmother, Mom-Mom. I've written about her before, an amazing woman. outside of her city house, on her front porch, was a wooden porch swing much like the old one above. we would sit and talk, watch the neighbors go by, listen to music and read. the swing made a squeaking sound that would almost make me nauseous if I concentrated on it too much. that swing was part of my growing up. and today when I saw these photos I recalled all those past experiences. a sleeping porch swing or swings, can you imagine how much fun kids could have with this idea? & this setting just calls out for a summer's cocktail, doesn't it? do you have memories of your old porch swing?