I am from the lookout branch of the Magnolia tree, seemingly soaring above the St. Augustine grass, smooth and cool beneath impromptu kickball games.
I am from the buzzing chiming doorbell, and the individual rhythm of 6 young feet bounding down 5 steps, then 12 more.
I am from the rock garden of the back yard, where mini caves of damp dirt and soft moss became homes for Barbies, elegant apartments and satin dress parties dreamed about.
I am from storytelling over family meals, and the character quality of personal discipline (sometimes called stubbornness), from George and Virginia and Berry and Mary Athalene.
I am from the dislike of stuffy people and parties, and the urge to help the underdog.
From "breakfrust" callers and "happiness is a choice" tellers.
I am from the yellow brick church, 2nd row left side--just in front of the Aldersons--where I grew from counting light bulbs in the grand chandelier (and always losing count), to learning beyond the Baptist, soaking in truth that became tucked inside my heart.
I’m from Three Creeks in Arkansas, and the Florida house built by my grandfather and great grandfather; fried chicken on Sundays and always Key Lime Pie for company.
From the stories of Brother Mose's high-pitched "Hoo!" answering from the backyard, and the lilting bedtime voice of Grammy reciting our very favorite Little Boy Blue poem.
I am from the top of the stairs, the wall of mis-matched frames, the span of a dozen feet and 4 generations of familiar smiles and stories sealed behind glass panes...the whole story of our family, now long taken down and moved away, but still etched inside 5 hearts.
5 hearts--now 15--looking forward, looking back, finding home.
Tell me some things that remind you of where YOU'RE from...
From Mama Kat's Weekly Writing Workshop suggestion, I am participating in the "Where I'm From" meme. Here is the original template. A description of the excercise is here. Pretty please join in the fun, and write your own!! Let me know if you do!
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