Good morning! Thursday I was reading Jenny Hansen’s blog and came upon this fantastic post! You can find her “where I’m from” post by clicking on her grand name right up there. Go ahead! Click it! The original idea and post comes from here, found on the amazing blog of Sharla Lovelace.
I am from AM/FM radios, from Sunkist orange soda and chalking in the street with slate.
I am from the city of neighborhoods, banging on heater pipes, close-knit neighbors and the smell of chemical plants mixed with fresh-cut grass.
I am from the dandelions treated as high-class flowers, penny candy stores, cassette tapes and playing “suicide” wall ball.
I am from Gram’s house for every family holiday and big noses along with long legs, from Patti and Jim and Arvilla and Barbara.
I am from the grips of procrastination and alcoholism. I am from huge hearts and a great love of nature and living while letting live.
From “it gets better” and “you’re worth it.”
I am from being baptized Catholic while never living in the Catholic traditions. I am from going to a Lutheran church with my Gram almost every Sunday and thinking how ginormous the minister looked.
I’m from Philadelphia, Somers Point, New Jersey, Italy and Russia. I am from spaghetti and meatballs, potato salad and kick ass hams.
From the romantic trysts of Jim & Patti on the sun-baked streets of Bridesburg, the coal miner’s daughter who told me grand stories of upstate Pennsylvania and a grandfather who lost two of his fingers in a coal mine at the CCC camps back in the 1920′s.