Jenny Hansen of More Cowbell blogged about “How Do you Know where You’re from?” in August and she did such a lovely job with the meme, that I decided to give it a try. It’s much harder than I thought it would be! So here is my “where I’m from…”
I’m from homemade bread, from black and white television, 8MM movies with no sound, and drinking soda pop from bottles with caps that didn’t twist off. I’m from small town, USA.
I’m from long, hot summer days that went from sun up to sun down, with a nap in the middle for mom’s sake. I’m from soft, green grass that was cool on even the hottest days and the perfect cushion for sleeping outside nights. I’m from short, cold winter days with snow drifts that were sometimes taller than my head. I’m from ice skating and sledding and snow angels.
I’m from my grandpa’s vine picked tomatoes, the skin cooled by a wash from the hose, the insides sun-warmed and bursting with flavor. I”m from one grandmother who raised her family in a two bedroom log cabin, who gave crew cuts to any boy who wandered through and made dresses without patterns and quilts for every bed in the valley from the scraps.
I’m also from a city grandmother who married a cowboy and moved to the wilds of Northern Wyoming, a grandma who never wore pants except for picnics, and when you hugged her, she smelled of powder and lilies of the valley.
I’m from explosive Fourth of July celebrations and from men who served their country. I’m from some who didn’t come home.
I am from short, from wishing we were taller. I’m from six kids, from sister who should have been my twin we are so alike. I’m from brothers who still get into mischief. I’m from jowls.
I am from a Mormon heritage, from people driven from state to state, from a trail of tears to the deserts of Utah, from bloody footprints and babies buried in unmarked graves. I’m from those some who died to be able to worship as they please. I’m from sacrifice for home and for faith. I’m from building something from nothing, from planting deep and hanging on to faith and family through ups and downs.
I’m from Scotland, England and Wales. I’m from tartans and shortbread (still can’t escape short!) and from the “secret” recipe for stuffed potatoes that my mom made but my dad gets credit for.
I’m from my dad, who served in two wars, who started three companies before succeeding and can’t read Cajun Night Before Christmas all the way through without laughing. I’m from my dad who flew to New Orleans to repair my bathroom and taught me how to install a light fixture. I’m from a storyteller and a farm boy who grew up to be my hero.
I’m from my mom, who married my dad at 18, had his son while he was in Korea, and five more after he returned. Who taught us how to behave, sewed our clothes, cooked our meals, and had me convinced there was a Santa Claus. I’m from my mom who taught me more about life and being a good person than kindergarten ever could have. I’m from my mom who taught me to love to read. I’m from a mom who helped me become a mom.
I’m from two people who celebrated their 62nd wedding anniversary in August.
I’m from Lovell. I’m from Cowley. I’m from Wyoming. I’m from Louisiana. I’m from Texas. I’m from the USA. From Earth and the Milky Way (and from when Pluto was still a planet). I’m from here:
Where are you from? You can answer here or blog the meme, but if you blog it I hope you come back and post a link back. Questions are here. Another great example of the meme is here. Hope you give it a try! It’s fun AND all blog comments for the month are entered into a drawing for a $10 AnaBanana Gift Card of Yumminess! Winner is announced the first blog post of each month and I do try to let winner know, so leaving an email or twitter handle helps!