I Am From

I was visiting Meggie, and I saw that she had taken a challenge from Molly Bawn. I decided to try my hand at what they are doing.

I AM FROM

I am from quite dusty roads, deep roadside ditches, rich black farmland, magnificent red cedar trees, whispering pines, and swinging vines.

I am from the old family home place, never painted, weather boarded, with the long front porch and the two front doors.

I am from the yellow daffodils, wild grapes, sweet plum trees, blue berry thickets hidden in the woods, wild roses, and sweet green clover.

I am from hard working people, independent, and fiercely private. Some land owners, some share croppers, some merchants, some preachers.

I am from the Land of the Free and the Home of the Brave, American by birth, Southern by the Grace of God! Never forgetting when the Yankees came through and where the money and the moonshine were hidden.

I am from immediate family who didn’t believe, and other family members who were deeply religious. I thank GOD for loving and saving me.

I am from small town eastern North Carolina in the USA, with ancestors from across the big seas and natives from the homeland. I was raised on collard greens, pork, potatoes, and corn bread.

From my father, I get my dark brown eyes, dark hair, and my easily tanned skin. I get my smarts from my blue-eyed grandfather and my temper from my grandfather’s mother. I get my love of family from my blue-eyed mother and my father’s mother. Other traits, I can only wonder about. My mother’s parents died when she was a child.

I am from tobacco fields, long rows of corn, strawberry patches, garden plots, easy summer breezes, sand holes, canals, farm ponds, and ancient grave yards.