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I didn't grow up in Porterdale, though I often wished I had, but you have described my childhood home very well. We had lots of quilts, as well, and eventually, my parents bought me flannel sheets, which is a misnomer. In reality, it was one very long sheet which was doubled. The bottom layer was tucked under the mattress and you slept between the layers---ahhhh, sweet bliss on a cold winter's night. But the real "icing on the cake" was when I got an electric blanket---I thought I had died & gone to heaven. You have a wonderful way of bringing back such good memories!
I inherited an affinity for storms from my dad, who used to sit in his lounge chair on the back porch as he enjoyed the wind & the light & the sound which accompany Southern thunderstorms. Sure do wish I could watch just one more storm with him. The flip side of this is that hubby's mom used to unplug every appliance & sit inside, well away from any closed window or door. Different strokes for different folks . . . .
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