I Am From

I got this from Susie's site. You can check at the bottom of hers to see where she got it. And I did my best not to copy Bucky's, though hers was wonderful.

I am From

I am from paper dolls, carefully cut out and tended; from Koolaid and Space Food Sticks.

I am from the brick house, smaller than I remembered, yet happy, with vivid memories that I can still feel to this day.

I am from the sycamore tree that made the yard a mess for at least three seasons, the climbing yellow rose bush that my mom loved.

I am from making music and not confronting the negatives, from Mary Margaret and Fr. Bob and Leo.

I am from the tendency to make a joke whenever possible and always hoping it will be a great pun.

I am from "look both ways before you cross the street", and "ladies don’t use the s word".

I am from a base of Catholicism. No one in the immediate family attends anymore.

I am from Kentucky and Ireland and Germany and Switzerland. From chili with spaghetti in it, and cream cheese with Miracle Whip on toast sandwiches.

I am from the man who loved the woman who would be my grandmother so much that he tried to keep her innocent. The same man who, when they hit a bump in the road and my grandmother hit her head on the roof of the car, had to keep a straight face when she said, “You knocked me up!” and their daughter who had the lively sense of humor and great musical talent who allowed me the privilege of being her daughter.

I am from all of the wonderful photographs, some recent, some definitely not, that link me to the past and the family that will always be there, if not physically, then in spirit.