I wrote a few things last night but the thoughts have lingered on into today. So, I took some time to rewrite – to add – to polish – to reminisce. It’s funny how emotional it feels…how personal. I added pictures, because they made me smile…because they also represent where I am from.
Last night I so appreciated how well I felt I got to know those who shared. It gave a new appreciation for people and their past. For what makes them the unique person they are today. I hope this affords you an opportunity to get to know me better.
Here’s my version:
I am from Red Dirt and mud between your toes;
From Avon and Coal Mines.
I am from the home above the store,
And the rolling pastures of the dairy farm.
I am from the lilac, the crocus and the dogwood;
From Bluestone and the dam.
I am from laughter around the table;
From determination and drive.
I am from strength and independence.
I am from Emily McKenzie.
I am from tradition and innovation;
From October Beans and Snoopy Christmas paper.
I am from summer Church Camp
And Church anytime the doors open.
I am from a field of corn, beans, taters, maters and more.
I am from do it yourself and fix it- don’t throw it away.
I am 6th generation from Scotland.
I am from gravy and biscuits, sweet tea and chocolate pound cake.
I am from adventure, faith and stability.
I am from Don and Libby.
I am from red bellied tractors and summers of canning.
I’m from do you need it or just want it?
I am from the shadow of the Church;
I am from trains and pick-up trucks.
I am from stories of thrown biscuits, fall fishin’ trips;
And stories of Uncle Arthur’s ultimate sacrifice in WWII.
I am from Rock and beans strung under the cedar.
I am from lemonade on the fourth of July;
I am from singing hymns on road trips;
And carnations on Mother’s Day.
I am from the treehouse in the backyard.
I am from Moredock, Margaret and Elizabeth.
I am hunting dogs ‘ruined’ into great pets.
I am a Camel, Viking and a Buffalo.
I am endless games of baseball, army and tag.
I am loggerheads and Legos.
I am Dianna, Swit and Aunt Gayle.
I am the past. I am the future.
I am just me!
This exercise was made even more poignant because I had just returned from a weekend trip where I visited many of the places and people I am from.
I believe it’s true the quote by Wendell Berry “If you don’t know where you’re from, you’ll have a hard time saying where you’re going.” This exercise was a great way to touch base with your past and perhaps cause you think on your future.
I’d love to hear your versions of Where You’re From….feel free to share them in the comments.