I am From....

I am from lawn mowers, shag carpet, and ceiling fans. From Gloria Vanderbilt, Candies and cable tv. I am from three bedrooms, two baths, pool and privacy fence. I am from Hondas and Fords and VW bus.



I am from the house on the corner, ordinary, comforting, home. From the Roughnecks and the Panthers. I am from coming home again.

I am from east Texas pines and oaks, gum trees and iron ore. I am from oil leases, pulp wood, lakes, and thick forests.



I am from watermelon festivals and the Smith forehead, from Bud and Mert and Barry and Wheat, Patrick and Roper. From hay barns and chicken houses, fried squash and mashed potatoes with millionaire pie for dessert.



I am from the long-lived and happy marriages. From grandmothers who did not hold paying jobs and mom who did.



From time to get up and finish your homework. From hard worker and undeniable talent. From working together as a team.



I am from Southern Baptist. From choirs and tithes, Sunday dressing and Sunday football.



I'm from California but mostly from Texas. I am from volumes of genealogy. From different, not the same.



From latch-key, ground beef tacos, cream gravy, corn on the cob, Texas sheet cake and ice cream. From diet coke, tuna fish, peanut butter crackers, macaroni and cheese.



From remember when the boys soaped the fountain? From dad and brother carrying the Olympic torch and painting the car in the backyard. From proms and boyfriends, first car and brothers.

I am from photo albums under the stairs, quilts in the closet and dishes in the china hutch. Momentos of other lives indelibly linked to mine.

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