I won't bore you with more stories about how bad it was or how many truckloads of heavy junk I hauled off. I call this construction a Depression Porch and my Mother favors it for reasons I will never understand. This one, she was allowed to keep. The roof is made of the cheap material choice of the week..green fiberglass. Which gives the light there a dream like quality. Her house is a long rambling affiar with lots of weird rooms at every turn. It's still a dump, but, now it's a normal cozy dump and she's so happy. I have to paint the poles for her. The house painter skipped them because he was spraying and the end poles have Clematis blooming. Maybe Lissa would like to help. She's a good painter.