Saturday, April 29, 2006

I Am From

This seems to be the latest blog craze. And at first, I rebelled. I didn't want to do what everybody else was doing. But I read some that were so beautiful. I looked at the template and thought, "This should be easy. It's just filling in blanks." But it proved to be somewhat difficult for me.

Anyhow, here it is. Go here if you want to hop on the bandwagon, too.

I am from the powder blue bicycle, bought at a garage sale. From lemony fresh Joy soap suds and homemade ice cream. I am from the rental house...broken down, mouse-ridden, musty smelling.

I am from the mulberry tree that stained my feet, the velvety Princess Feather and the duck pond, the lilac bush, the roses on the trellis, Grandpa's "mountain". I am from fish frys and practical jokes, from Monroe and Valaria and Aud.

I am from drinking too much and forgiving too little. From "put on some socks" and "suck in that lip".

I am from holy rollers. From fire and brimstone and Holy Ghost revivals.

I am from St. John's and the back woods of the rolling Ozark hills, Wonder Bread and Orange Crush. From Uncle Henry's car careening through a fence, but no one asking why, the swollowed lollipop, and Daddy being stationed in Alaska.

I am from old, tattered steamer trunks and beautiful scrapbooks, from shoeboxes and footlockers filled with the happy and the heartbreak, directing me, grounding me and reminding me of where I am from.

6 comments:

owlhaven said...

I love this! I'm so glad you broke down and wrote it...

Mary, mom to many

Roxanne said...

I am currently composing my own. . .didn't know it was a phenomenon. . .just read one at "How It Fits" and hers was so like mine would be that I had to do it.

And yours is, indeed, just as beautiful. I've thought a lot about it the past few days--I read the original "I Am From" as well--my child hood was not idyllic--it was a lot of work (on a farm with real animals and early hours) and parents making mistakes and it was also idyllic living in the country with all four of my grandparents within five miles of me and my own parents who have celebrated 44 years of marriage.

So it's not perfect--but it's mine--and it makes me who I am.

I wax long if not poetic. Thanks for sharing your poem.

Roxanne

Denise W. said...

That's beautiful...

Michelle- This One's For The Girls said...

I loved yours...

I thought this was loads of fun to do and I have gotten a lot of comments from friends at church about it. I'm looking forward to having the rest of my family try on out as well.

LiteratureLover said...

I enjoyed seeing into your past life a little more. This was really good.

jjofar said...

i tried it and had a ball. you are an inspiration to me as a writer and mother.