Monday, February 7, 2011
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
Where I'm From
I am from the house behind the rust-red picket fence; from Nunny's homemade pancakes and Mom's chicken and dumplings.
I am from the mornings when Chester the rooster crows to let us know the sun is up and dad's hunting dogs bark in enthusiastic response.
I am from chestnut trees, poison ivy.
I am from canning homegrown food and the pride of accomplishment, from my mother Valerie and my father Troy, my Nunny and my Papa Joe.
I am from the gardens I never learned to grow and the cows I never learned to milk.
From ghost stories surrounding those local lives passed and tales of deep-woods creatures who never showed up.
I am from the merging of a Catholic mother and a Pentecostal father; a religion with no name, deep-seated in faith.
I am from the shores of Italy and the hills of Appalachia, fried frittis and fried chicken.
From grandparents who value love and togetherness; grandparents I will never forget.
From grandparents who value hard work and self-sufficiency; grandparents I hardly know.
I am from a court battle for memories, photographs clutched in desparation, the home where I'm from no longer my home.
I am from the mornings when Chester the rooster crows to let us know the sun is up and dad's hunting dogs bark in enthusiastic response.
I am from chestnut trees, poison ivy.
I am from canning homegrown food and the pride of accomplishment, from my mother Valerie and my father Troy, my Nunny and my Papa Joe.
I am from the gardens I never learned to grow and the cows I never learned to milk.
From ghost stories surrounding those local lives passed and tales of deep-woods creatures who never showed up.
I am from the merging of a Catholic mother and a Pentecostal father; a religion with no name, deep-seated in faith.
I am from the shores of Italy and the hills of Appalachia, fried frittis and fried chicken.
From grandparents who value love and togetherness; grandparents I will never forget.
From grandparents who value hard work and self-sufficiency; grandparents I hardly know.
I am from a court battle for memories, photographs clutched in desparation, the home where I'm from no longer my home.
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