Because this is my 550th post and I have a special love for “55”, I decided to be brave (last year’s #OLW) and try another new format today. Inspiration for this post came from Lisa Keeler here.
I COME FROM
I come from Orange Avenue, a rock road,
that now has a fancy address
so E911 operators can locate and dispatch assistance or help,
a mile long stretch with four houses
which we left to ride a bus to school.
I come from parents as the third child of seven
born on Father’s Day, and ever my Father’s favorite,
a father who served during the Korean Conflict and
parents who believed in family, faith, and responsibility.
I come from vacations as a family,
where we visited cousins or Army buddies across the country,
with 4 am starts and travel in pjs,
experts at free and low cost entertainment.
I come from a love of learning,
from a father who graduated from high school and
a mother who wanted to attend college but didn’t have the money.
I come from escaping into books and reading by the evening light
in order to find some peace and quiet.
I come from a family of teachers,
learning how to treat others at my grandmother’s knee.
I come from farmers and workers who speak plainly
and know the difference between silos and grain bins and
the value of stories repeated and shared.
I come from red-headed ancestors and outspoken aunts and uncles
who worked on labor issues with Bobby Kennedy
and many national church issues.
I come from a place where
family matters, where traditions are respected, celebrations rule.
and stories are told with quilts and pictures at family events.
“I come from Iowa
the Heartland of America.”
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