I found this great idea on my friend Gretchen's blog. Here is my attempt.
I am from bikes and tennis on the blacktop road; from Ball jars, Ford station wagons and Saturday morning cartoons.
I am from the old blacksmith shop with the tumble down shed in the back; from well water and gardens.
I am from the Lilac and the Weeping Willow.
I am from oyster soup and new pajamas at Aunt Pearl's on Christmas Eve; the Smith blue eyes and the Culumber chin.
From Merle Arlene and Pearl Lorene; from Butch, Bud and Peewee; from proud Irish and the salt of the earth.
I am from hard work and hollerin; whippins and hand me downs
From "Were you born in a barn?" and "Don't make me pull this car over."
I am from churches with steeples and wooden pews; from "The Old Rugged Cross" and "Amazing Grace"; from organ pipes and bells that ring at noon.
I am from city and country, from Kings Road and Garden Valley; from green grass and roling hills; cornfields and dairy cows.
I'm from Mac&Chees, mashed potatoes, divinity and grandma's noodles.
From chocolate pudding thrown in my eye by a brother who begged me not to tell; from the strawberry cleaning water fight and the goldfish that got "cooked" in a bowl on top of the stove.
I am from photo albums with black paper pages and white corner tabs; from graduation pictures in frames lined up on the wall. I am from cedar chests and cigar boxes holding memories and tresures for generations to come.
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