Where I'm From
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My sister, Jodi (happy birthday!), came into town this weekend, and we spent the day on Saturday in our hometown with our wonderful aunt, Alice. It was a good day. A fun day. A day of memories for us. I was inspired by this prompt which I've seen around the blogosphere and thought I would add my nostalgic voice.
I am from tractor wheels and combine heads, John Deere and Allis Chalmers.
I am from large birthday gatherings, relatives and laughter loud; from Hunt and Yag, Ethel and Nellie, strong women who worked hard and held me close.
I am from the generous and the sorrowful; from Jesus Loves Me and “you’ll be fine.”
I am from Grandma’s attic with its rainy day adventures; from cedar closets and sleeping porches, crossword puzzles and Days of Our Lives.
I am from the liturgy of the Lutherans and the zeal of the Evangelicals, a heritage proud and true.
Where I'm From
I am from the banks of the Mazon River, flowing between great cliffs of limestone; water rushing, breezes blowing, cornstalks bending.
I am from black Illinois loam, Queen Anne's Lace, and towering oaks.
I am from black Illinois loam, Queen Anne's Lace, and towering oaks.
I am from large birthday gatherings, relatives and laughter loud; from Hunt and Yag, Ethel and Nellie, strong women who worked hard and held me close.
I am from the generous and the sorrowful; from Jesus Loves Me and “you’ll be fine.”
I am from Grandma’s attic with its rainy day adventures; from cedar closets and sleeping porches, crossword puzzles and Days of Our Lives.
I am from the liturgy of the Lutherans and the zeal of the Evangelicals, a heritage proud and true.
I’m from Midwestern plains where the summer sun brings sweet corn and mulberries and rhubarb from Grandpa Earl’s garden.
From the sadness of loss to the gladness of birth and the “she gets her spunk from you.” I guess I’m getting everything I deserve. And more.
From the sadness of loss to the gladness of birth and the “she gets her spunk from you.” I guess I’m getting everything I deserve. And more.
I am from Weitz's Cafe and the Corn Festival and firehouse pancake breakfasts and Straightway Dairy. A town I both loved and despised; too small for my dreams, yet too big for my heart.
