Recently a friend found an old picture of our family and posted it on Facebook, a picture from an era of exceedingly large glasses and hair parted straight down the middle. In the comments my sister mentioned that better haircuts and cuter clothes might have helped, but what can you say, we were secure and happy children. I have been thinking about that and decided to do something I have wanted to do ever since Shari put a link to this template on her blog. I am posting this today in honor of my mom’s birthday! Many happy returns of the day, Mom!
I Am From
I am from a wide, extended table, whistling tea kettle, and chocolate chip cookies.
I am from the teeny yellow cottage by the creek and the square farmhouse in Dutch Corner.
I am from restoring a log cabin on the hill overlooking the sunset.
I am from the ancient apple tree whose brittle limbs threatened to drop us on the ground every time we picked its bounty.
I am from a crackling fireplace and praying every night before bed.
From three siblings and many “adopted” little ones.
I’m from coffee with creamer and dunking donuts and from “hols hocka” which is fried batter in hot salted milk.
I’m from you may not ever pout, we don’t work on Sunday, and it’ll heal before the cat lays an egg.
I’m from Saturday night games of chase and give-away chess.
I’m from Indiana and Ohio blended in Kentucky, from ancestors ages ago in Switzerland,
From homemade scrapple and creamy mac n cheese.
I am from Aunt Ruth’s cherry delight made with lime jello and Uncle Tim eating his noodles.
From The Ten Commandments hung on the living room wall, carven camels from the Holy Land marching in a row, wobbly stacks of books on every nightstand.
I’m from relentless teasing, laughter, and inside jokes.
I am from a secure and happy place.