Welcome to Phyllis Kester's front porch

Entertaining short stories written for adults and older children to serve as a bridge from an earlier generation to the present

My childhood summers would find my family gathered with neighbors and friends on the front porch to sing and socialize as our houses cooled off from the heat of the afternoon. Without air conditioning, we opened the windows to let the natural breezes cool our house so it would be more comfortable by bedtime. This was before television sets in every home and cellphones, so it was a time of outside neighborhood games like hide and seek or kick the can. It was also a precious season of visiting and story telling. I loved when relatives visited and told stories about my parents when they were young.

Scripture tells us one generation should tell of the works of the Lord to the next generations. We are designed to invest in each other and sharing our stories is one way to do it. But how will our descendants learn these stories if we don’t continue to gather and retell them? As time and health permit, this website will be “my front porch” for sharing some personal family stories and other short stories.

I challenge you to begin sharing stories within your own family. Perhaps some of mine will remind you of your own, or will spur you to begin asking questions of your own relatives.

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Family Journeys

Train Ride in a Flood

  In the Spring of 2019, Monty and I joined other friends and relatives in Colorado Springs for the week-long graduation celebration of the Air Force Academy. Because we had rented a large house to accommodate all of us, it was a wonderful celebration and time of catching up with various families' lives. Since I knew we would be returning to Virginia by train, I didn’t pay attention to the weather across our country during that time.  At the end of the week, we were dropped off at the Denver...read more
Family Journeys

Saltillo Surprises

Digging through Christmas decorations this year sparked memories of a December 1977 trip to Saltillo, Mexico. Before cell phones and the internet, traveling meant we often didn’t know much about where we were going, as was true that year. We received a letter stating that we were invited to the Ninth International Boy Singers Festival, which would be held in Saltillo during the Christmas holidays. The various boy choirs would be combined into one that would practice in Saltillo and perform several concerts in...read more
Family Journeys

Connecting Two Pictures

Groups of random photographic memories decorate my walls and sometimes evoke requests for the stories behind them. However, two suddenly became my focus when a visitor burst into tears after her first glance. The first picture was taken in 2000 when Monty and I were in Lucern, Switzerland. We took an aerial cable car to Mount Pilatus, a famous mountain in Switzerland with fabulous hiking trails and a stunning panoramic view of the rolling peaks and valleys with crystal clear lakes and lush green meadows scattered among...read more

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A head-on car collision. Job loss. The death of a child. Phyllis and Monty Kester survived all these crises and more. But one thing remained constant throughout: the inspirational love story between a husband and wife and their Lord. learn more