Saturday, February 7, 2009

Where I'm From

I am from Popsicles and ice cream, swimming holes on hot days. From mountains, pine trees, and neighbors helping neighbors.

I am from brothers and sisters, sharing bedrooms and chores. From grandparents, cousins, picnics and bumblebees.

I am from stinging nettles, hay fields, apple orchards and rattlesnakes. From corn on the cob, tree houses, and tomatoes.

I am from midnight mass, Christmas lights, baking cookies. From new Easter dresses, old nuns and piano lessons.

I am from freckles and braces, fishing and S'mores. Milking cows and 4-H, shaking fresh cream into butter.

I’m from small town Oregon, sagebrush and juniper. Kittens in barns, hunting and fishing. Wilted lettuce with bacon, watermelon and jump ropes.

I am from hand-me-down clothes, broken bones, and mud puppies. Catching frogs in dad's pond, bare feet and peddle pushers. Air conditioning was an open window, crickets singing me to sleep. From grasshoppers in jars, kick the bucket and tag.

I am from pictures fading in albums, being tickled by daddy. From marriages that endure but not always happy. I am from farmers, and sweet smelling hay. Koolaid in the summers, oatmeal and wood heat. From barbed wire fences, skinned knees, and old canning jars.

What are you from?


CeeCee said...

Oh my, that's so wonderful and poetic!!

I'll have to to think on it awhile--where I'm from, I mean.

Maria said...

I LOVE this, wish I could come up with one half as neat about NC, hmmm. (May be a fun project for everyone to try)
I'm new to your site, so glad I came today

Junebug said...

Sounds similar to me. I will write one for my blog and tell you. Then I'll link to this post.

the7msn said...

Sounds like a terrific place to be from. And I love your hat.

Miss Riya said...

I'm from pot-lucks,Sunday School, and choir practice. Peanut brittle, cake auctions, and prayer meetings.
I am from crawfish,gumbo,and beignets (said-Ben Yayz.)King cake, Tobasco sauce, and Po Boys. Paddle Wheels, carousels, and plantation homes.
I'm from hard working,family loving,people. Sticky little fingers, pupet shows, and crayons. Hayrides,ferris wheels, and bonfires.
I'm from spatulas, glue guns, and duct tape. Tea parties, hats, and gloves. Farmers, Preachers, Truck Drivers, Marines, Reporters,Business Owners and artists.
I'm from the wonderful life God planted me in and I'm growing a little wiser and stronger every day.

Joyce said...

I am a first time visitor and really have enjoyed myself. My mother-in-law fed and gathered eggs from 4000 hens at one time. Before Her death it was a hobby with under 100 hens.

Love and Hugs,
Joyce from Creation In Progress

Kristi said...

Sounds like a mighty fine place to come from!

Daisy said...

I'm from city sidewalks, shoveling snow in winter and wearing shoes to keep from pavement burns in summer.
I'm from old neighborhoods, big trees, and lots of shade.
I'm from a city that isn't big and isn't a suburb, but feels like a small town.

Great idea! This sounds like a poem for my poetry blog.

Country Girl said...

Very well written post, Vonda! You are from so many beautiful things. Loved this.

Gayle said...

That is quite possibly the best written piece of literature I've come across in some time.

It is also very sad. I'm not sure I "come from" anything worth writing about...and definitely not as poetic.

Very well done.

Twisted Fencepost said...

Wait a minute. you said you're from Oregon, right? You could have very easily came from where I come from. Are you sure you're from Oregon? tee hee

Carolynn said...

That was wonderful to read. Your childhood sounds like a fairy tale to me.

Hmmm...if I were to do one of these, it would sound a little more like I'm from a Nightmare on Elm Street. There were a few good times, of course, but the sounds I fell asleep to weren't crickets, sadly.

Linda Reeder said...

This is so beautiful, and so nostalgic. Leave out the nuns and the treehouse and one or two other things, and you have me, too.

Putz said...

i am from the same exact place as you, and i have a mom is pees in the same pea patch as your mom, although mine is now dead, but she is still mine, yep still mine

Mental P Mama said...

Beautiful You are a shining star of your galaxy;)

Jeannelle said...

Great post, Vonda. Cool old photo. You've covered alot of ground in a lyrical way.

noble pig said...

I'm from skinned knees and butterflies!

Michelle at Boulderneigh said...

This was a good post for my first visit to your blog! I learned alot about you - and see that we don't live all that far apart. Funny that Deb didn't link us each up with someone in another state for the ornament exchange!

Ngaio said...

This from Aotearoa (NZ) in the Pacific ocean..

I am from : beautiful islands,green bush, tall trees and stoney creeks,hot summer days,playing in the hay shed, looking for hen`s nests in the garden,picking mushrooms,walking 2 miles to the school bus,cold frosty mornings, jumping in the icy puddles, warming frozen hands in front of the wood stove,pavalova and roast mutton, ginger beer amd creamy milk - growing up in the 50`s was a blast !

tipper said...

Loved it! We are from some of the same things-even though we are from different sides of the country. When you write about where you're from it has a way of becoming so powerful and poignant.

Laughing Orca Ranch said...

I love this Vonda. You've painted a visual picture with your descriptive words. I can see you as a child growing up. Beautiful.

I may try this, too, though it won't be as lovely as yours. It will be my life and I'll try to keep it real. :)