From Under the Porch

The Bad Karma Cafe’s trek on the road to becoming a real nice house began on last Monday. The back porch, which was an unkempt claptrap appendage that ran the width of the house, was removed. The house looks funny now because the back door is several feet above the ground and looks like it’s floating randomly in the middle of a wall.

I can’t say that I miss that porch because it was a real mess, and we really didn’t use it because the porch was piled with so much junk that navigation was almost impossible unless you could levitate or walk through walls. We blame that on not owning a shed, except that now we do own one, and the shed is filled as well as the porch! Truly, one’s belongings expand to fill the space available. But a more practical reason that we didn’t use the porch was that the floor hadn’t been constructed well and was sagging to the point of breakage in the middle and was dangerous to walk on.

Leftover windows, apparently from a garage somewhere, were used at both ends to create a partially closed-in area. The windows were atrociously ugly and the kind of thing you don’t want to show to strangers. Or family. On the other hand, there was a somewhat nostalgic feel for the windows because they reminded me of a TV show that I used to watch as a child — namely, Green Acres!

The northern end of the porch was partially closed in, with a lower wall of wood and the uppper wall again adorned with the hideous garage windows. Some of the panes had breaks and English Ivy had found its way into the porch. The ivy had woven itself into the junk so intrinsically that there was a mass of plant-junk-porch that was on its way to becoming a single entity. Sort of like how carbon becomes a diamond, I expect.

But speaking of diamonds, there were some gems to be found in the debris. The contractors had removed the porch in one day but hadn’t yet started hauling the pieces away. There was an antique bottle in perfect condition, sans dirt, and a dozen or more newspapers dated September 1951. Some sections were rolled up and seem fairly clean. Others had some torn areas and were breaking apart. For the most part, the papers were brittle but readable. I have bagged them up and put them somewhere safe, away from the construction area.

It’s going to be interesting to look through the papers. There are headlines related to the Korean War, advertisements for groceries and clothing, a home section, and a weekend magazine. I am going to clean up the papers and photograph them. I’ll be posting images here, so check back.