View from the Couch

This is the house I lived in until I was 13 years old.   I was the seventh and last child born to my parents.   My oldest brother was 19 and serving in the Marines at the time of my birth.   To the best of my recollection, we never lived in this house together.   Of course, he lived here. He had a room here, there are pictures of him holding me as a baby and he slept here when he was home on leave or on break from college, but I have no memory of him in this house. The house is a large farm house, with a big covered porch across the entire front.   It’s painted white with no accent colors.   There are two large picture windows on either side of the front door. Above the porch, you can see windows from the master bedroom at the front of the second floor.   The porch floor is painted gray and it’s quite large, about 8 feet deep, and all around it is a closed in by a low wall.   As a child, someone had to lift me up to sit here, or I would lean ov...