Where I am From

I am from antique cars and hit and miss engines, from bicycle riding in the summer and Campbell’s Chicken noodle Soup.

I am from sticking my feet under the space heater in the winter, and walking under the sheet covering the doorway in the summer to keep the cool air in the living room.

I am from fresh corn and potatoes out of the garden, and drinking water from the old well

I am from hand crank homemade ice cream and petite stature, from Velma, Roberta and Gladys .

I am from the slow to anger and Mom… patient as Job.

From doing something right the first time so it doesn’t have to be done twice and “kill ‘em with kindness”.

I am from a fully dunked baptism… Vacation Bible School, youth outings, and church camp

I'm from Jane Lew and Pickle Street, Grandma Salad and Easter ham.

From getting engaged at Ft. Bragg prior to my high school sweetheart’s deployment… From the natural labor and delivery of my beautiful daughter with my sister standing there and shouting “BREATHE” in my face, and the first set of stitches I had to endure watching because my toddler got bit by our dog…... they are still best friends.  

I am from sled riding down the hill, slumber parties with friends, and learning to roller skate on the uneven, carpeted floors. From Hunting and Fishing with Dad, not just for the kill, but to watch the sun rise over the rolling hills From Halloween costumes Mom sewed to the first Jack-o-lantern I ever carved being with my husband and daughter.

I am from McCanns Run, the fifth house on the left.