I Am From!

For E-Mom… This is the best I could do, thought about it for a few days and when you commented today I thought I should just put it up…

I am from cheese cloth, from co-op freshie and early’s seeds.

I am from the forest; a sleepy, weedy creek meandering towards my future.

I am from the bed rock, the wild pink rose.

I am from evening family Bible studies, days full of milking goats, chopping wood, harvesting corn and fire-y tempers;

From Robin and Katherine and Nanny.

I am from big talkers, and bigger singing voices!

From ‘you alone decide you will be happy’ and ‘family must work and play together’.

I am from Holy Ghost filled folk, revival tent meetings and Bible thump’n, Jesus lov’n parents!

I’m from the great white north, Scottish pride, Irish wit, Welsh respect and a little English that they will not admit, shortbread like grandma always made it and pans of venison lasagna from my mom’s heart to our stomachs shined at every occasion, especially my wedding!

From the grandmother who was the first in town to wear pants and the mother who traded in her high heals and comfy bank job for the army. Grandmother was a feminine tomboy and down right practical. Her garden boots just went better with pants! Mother had a lot to prove due to her small size and reputation as a girly-girl, no one would dare call either that now!

I am from Grandma Smith’s quilt on my couch, Her earrings in my jewelry box, Mom’s red dress coat in my closet and anything else that speaks to me of the strong women in my line. They speak, reminding me to be as brave and determined as my grandmother, as open and true as my mom and as beautiful in spirit as my daughters.

TTFN