![]() This was the welcoming door which always had warm cookies and sweet tea waiting on the formica covered table with the bright yellow plastic cushioned chairs.įor as far back as I can remember…I have always lived in a back door house. It was convenient because we lived in the country most of the years of adolescence and the sand and gravel driveway led right up to the back door. Hardly anyone came to our front door…company always came to our back door, many times without knocking but opening the screen door calling “YooHoo” and then came the familiar creak and squeak as the screen door opened followed by a really loud bang as the company entered our kitchen. ![]() Growing up, I would have to say we were a back door house. We didn’t have air conditioners like we do today….we had window fans or ceiling fans or tabletop fans and in New Mexico…we had swamp coolers.Ĭan we talk front and back doors? Are you a front door or a back door house? We didn’t need to lock our doors back then. At night, the little hook and latch provided the only security because we left the main door open all summer. Summertime meant the wooden back door was swung open and the screen door became the main door of entry. And because we were “back door” people…that is the door that we children went in and out of almost constantly. ![]() When I was growing up, we had a screen door on our back door. “Don’t slam the door”…my mother would yell as we kids ran in and out of the house. ![]() My dear readers….for those of you who have heard that phrase for more times than you care to admit….then you will relate to this post.
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