The Porch of the Thomas Wolfe Memorial where Mrs. Wolfe's boarders would gather in the evening to take in the cool mountain air and listen to W. O. Wolfe's tales.

"...the stealthy creak of a rocker now and then, a low word spoke, a question, protest, or agreement, and then their hungry, feeding, and attentive silence as my father talked. He spoke of all the wars and troubles he had known, told how he had stood, " a bare-foot country boy," beside a dusty road twelve miles from Gettysburg and had watched the ragged rebels march past upon the road that led to death and battle and the shipwreck of their hopes."