Where I am From

I am from steep, rocky trails, from Merrill hiking boots, and long walks rewarded by apple blossoms.

I am from the hand built rough lumber house on Dunkard Mill Road; the one without a drop of paint, hidden deep in a valley and protected by tall trees on all sides.

I am from the time my Dad carried Mom across the creek to see the property where they would build our home, from the bridge they built first.

I am from a couple of back to-the-landers from the city with a dream,   green thumbs, and determined work ethic.

I am from the morning glories on the garden fence, the pots of petunias.

I am from corn roasts and Saturday Night Oldies; my Mom’s height and my Dad’s black-brown eyes.

From “Remember the seven P’s” and “This is a one cat household!”

I am from a faith in Jesus Christ that I found on my own…with the help of a pink Bible and the creative power I saw in the land and sky around me.

I'm from England and Savage Mountain, from blueberries, and everything else that can be grown in a garden.

I am from an older sister who taught me that family defies distance and time; an older brother who read the entire "Goosebumps" series to me, and has been a friend and role model for me all my life.

I am from a way of life shaped by the ebb and flow of the seasons.

From a family that only needs to be together to have a good time. Gathered around the warmth of bonfires in the summer, of the woodstove in winter.

From the picture wall by the dart board, where a snapshot of everyone who plays ends up-a growing collection of family and friends.

I am from a family tree planted in solid ground and grown closer together by love, by work, by good times, by loss, and by healing.

I am from a Father of few words and all capital letters; from a mother who was a librarian with beautiful handwriting and a vocabulary like a dictionary, who introduced me to the love of travel through books.

I am from roots deeply grounded in the years of work and love that my family has invested in our home

I am from hills  that have inspired  an interest in Geography and people and places; an interest forever accompanied by the knowledge that no matter how far I travel, nothing will ever compare to where I am from.

 

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