Just to give the viewers some reference, I'm Jeanne's sister. When I moved out to Wisconsin I went to a barn sale and saw two metal chairs hanging on a wall up in the loft. The chairs weren't part of the sale but I told the farmer the story about how we had those same chairs on our front porch of the house I grew up in Detroit. Back in the day if you were on your front porch it meant that your neighbors and friends were welcome to stop by and chat. We had a large front porch and before long it was full of neighbors and friends chatting away. By the end of my story the farmer had his son climb up in the hay loft and bring down the chairs. When I asked him how much he said $5 each. He said you don't hear to many stories like that these days.
Just to give the viewers some reference, I'm Jeanne's sister. When I moved out to Wisconsin I went to a barn sale and saw two metal chairs hanging on a wall up in the loft. The chairs weren't part of the sale but I told the farmer the story about how we had those same chairs on our front porch of the house I grew up in Detroit. Back in the day if you were on your front porch it meant that your neighbors and friends were welcome to stop by and chat. We had a large front porch and before long it was full of neighbors and friends chatting away. By the end of my story the farmer had his son climb up in the hay loft and bring down the chairs. When I asked him how much he said $5 each. He said you don't hear to many stories like that these days.
I love that story!! Thanks for sharing!