I am from the country and its dusty roads, from going barefoot all summer long and catching lightning bugs in a jar. I am from bee stings, mosquito bites, and poison ivy; from June bugs tied to a string and watching them fly. I am from sliding boards made slick with wax paper, from playing with dolls until I was...old, and believing in Santa for just as long. I am from Vicks Vapor Rub heated wool cloths Mama put on my chest when I was sick; from a broken arm, mumps in fourth grade, and skinned knees.
I am from the little white house on 58, the kitchen with the wringer washer, and the blue hydr
angea by the back step. I am from the days of waving at truckers on their routes and loving it when they blew their horn. I am from the house in the city where we moved when I was 11; from the carport where I bounced my ball a thousand times against the brick and skated down the steep driveway into the street. And biked for hours, played hide-and-go-seek, and sledded in the dark.
I am from the tobacco fields, handing leaves, with sticky juice on my clothes in the summer; from the honeysuckle by the cedar tree and the rosebush near the front porch I watered and cared for. I am from the leaves I love to rake and the grass I love to mow. I am from hayrides and cookouts and homemade peach ice cream. I am from pinto beans, buttered tomato biscuits, and cinnamon rolls on Wednesday nights after church.
I am from the Solomons and the Snows, Ed and Mill--and from uncles, aunts, and cousins we vacationed with; from "See Rock City" painted on every barn roof between home and the mountains where we always headed. I am from the quiet steadiness of my dad and the go-get'em of my mom and from living with them until I was 28 and still wishing things could be as they were for just one more day--with Daddy still alive.
I am from Casper the Ghost, Lassie, and Sky King every Saturday morning; from Gunsmoke and Lawrence Welk, from Little Joe, Hoss, and Adam; and from laughter and card games with Arnold and Margaret...until Tom started calling. I am from snowy Christmases celebrated with shoeboxes on the sofa full of apples, oranges, and candy; from secretly opening and rewrapping my gifts and fooling no one.
I am from "pretty is as pretty does," "because I said so," and "y'all come to see us when you can."
I am from Sunday homecomings, gospel singings, and dinner on the grounds; from church outhouses, funeral home fans, and fire-and-brimstone camp meetings. I am from Bro. Maze revivals and the Inspirations on stage; from Troy, Archie, and the Old Bear Hunter singing "Little is Much if God is In It" and "On the Sunny Banks." I am from walking the aisle and accepting Christ, just as I am, and from thanking Him every day for making me one of His own.
I am from the South; from a small town in Virginia with Main Street and Riverdale where everyone cruised to see who else was cruising on Saturday nights. I am from branching out to Hampton to Richmond to Charlottesville to Williamsburg to the Valley. I am from pulling up stakes, leaving friends, and always being ready to follow the Lord wherever He leads. I am from this old world but headed to a better home.
I am from the heritage of grandparents I never knew; from Eddie and Lucy and John and Maggie; from English, Scottish, and Irish descent.
I am from pictures tucked away in shoeboxes taken with Mama's treasured Brownie camera; from memories of days gone by when we were a family of four. I am from honesty and caring and doing the best you can, and sticking with it when the going gets tough; I am from faithfulness. I am from a marriage to a godly man and four great kids; and Lord willing, I am from many more memories to come.
That's where I'm from. Where are you from?
~Deb
I love where you are from..sounds really familiar to me..I did this exercise awhile back on my blog..
Posted by: Dawn | Friday, June 23, 2006 at 06:44 AM
Loved your post!!
still wishing things could be as they were for just one more day--with Daddy still alive-I can't tell you how many times I have wished for my mom to be alive.
from laughter and card games with Arnold and Margaret...until Tom started calling-Just imagaine life without Tom ever calling-what a change because he did call!!
Posted by: Tammy | Friday, June 23, 2006 at 10:01 AM
This was beautiful! I loved the image of "See Rock City" on every painted roof...of homemade peace ice cream. Didn't you find it healing to recollect all of the places you come from? I so appreciated reading this! Actually, I so enjoyed my visit here: the growth in the gardens, the hungry deer, the beautiful wedding---your writing is thoughtful and gentle and refreshing. Thank you, Deb, for opening up your home for us!
Warmly,
Ann V.
Posted by: HolyExperience | Friday, June 23, 2006 at 10:14 AM
I LOVED reading your post!!! It made tears come to my eyes as I thought of all the places you were from and how special those memories are to each of us! To remember our heritage is a lost "art" in today's world when its all about the here and now and the pleasures of the day. What a feast of blessing comes our way as we reflect on all the ways God has blessed our lives in the past and the SWEET SWEET memories of where we are from. In a way its like thanking the ones who have gone on before us who helped make those memories and made us what we are today. Thanks Deb, it was refreshing to my soul!!
Posted by: chris | Friday, June 23, 2006 at 12:55 PM
Absolutely the best "Where I am From" I have ever read! I can identify with so many of your memories - the camp meetings, the "See Rock City" painted on barn roofs, the shoe box filled with fruit and nuts on Christmas, the Bro. Maze revivals . . . I loved it, Deb!
Posted by: Susan | Friday, June 23, 2006 at 01:12 PM
What a treat to stumble across your website. I am jealous.....our daughter attended Bridgewater College for a while and how we loved visiting that area.......the Village Inn, Dayton Farmer's Market, Kline's (enjoyed looking at that link!!) We live in another part of the state, but the Shenandoah Valley is a special place :o)
Posted by: Marie | Friday, June 23, 2006 at 03:16 PM
Pass the Kleenex, woman! I've read a ton of these. None has touched me like yours.
Hey...speaking of the Inspirations...ever heard of the Brighterside Quartet?
Thanks for sharing your "Where I'm From." It's great. (That would be great stitched or calligraphied). :)
Posted by: Lisa | Friday, June 23, 2006 at 07:46 PM
Everyone ~ thanks for reading and thanks for your comments. I enjoyed remembering these things as I wrote it. And your compliments were kind.
Ann V. and Marie - Thanks for stopping by. It's always good to have first-time visitors. I'm glad you enjoyed being here.
Susan - you're amazing! I didn't think anyone else would have heard of Bro. Maze! But I did figure that a lot of my list of things might be familiar to you, too! :)
Lisa - No, don't believe I've heard of that quartet. It would make a nice piece calligraphied - don't think I could stitch that long of a poem!
Posted by: Deb | Friday, June 23, 2006 at 08:28 PM
Beautiful. The best post I've read on a blog all week.
Posted by: Sherrin | Friday, June 23, 2006 at 11:02 PM
WONDERFUL! I did this back in April -- if you'd like to read mine it' here - Where Melli's From. Thanks for stopping by my blog!
Posted by: Melli | Saturday, June 24, 2006 at 08:54 AM
Ph Deb - that is beautiful!! I read about your people and background (English, Scottish, and Irish descent.)That is also my heritage and I am amazed that although we live many miles apart, and in different countries, there are remarkable similarities in our upbringing.
Thank you for this lovely post - it was a pleasure to read.
Posted by: islandsparrow | Saturday, June 24, 2006 at 09:45 AM
hmmm - what is Ph? I think I meant to type Hi...:)
Posted by: islandsparrow | Saturday, June 24, 2006 at 09:45 AM
What a lovely description and a great idea. I might have a go sometime on the website you quoted. Blessings.
Posted by: Mrs Blythe | Saturday, June 24, 2006 at 12:44 PM
So many of them were mine also. I could change a very few things and it would be mine. One would be that we were given Vick's to eat by the tablespoon when we were sick. Aunt Henrietta did that. She wasn't my aunt then, she was my nanny. She never rubbed it on our chest. The stuff tastes nasty!
Posted by: Cindi | Saturday, June 24, 2006 at 09:09 PM
Hi Cindi - Well, we were given castor oil--the slimy kind. Ugh! That's fun that we both have a lot of the same things in our lives - interesting!
Melli - thanks for stopping by and being a first-time commenter. Thanks for leaving your link to your Where I'm From. :)
Mrs. Blythe - yes, if you haven't tried writing out yours, you really should. It's a great thinking and writing exercise - brings back tons of memories.
Sherrin - oh my! thanks for the kind compliment. I'm glad you liked it.
Sparrow - thank you and so glad you were blessed by it. You will have to write one, too, if you haven't already.
Posted by: Deb | Saturday, June 24, 2006 at 10:19 PM
Wow, Deb! Reading that was like taking a stroll down memory lane. I did so many of those same things as a child. I wish I could have had the Sunday experiences before I was 21, but praise God He called me and saved me just the same! That was beautifully written! Are you like your mother or father? You have indeed lived a blessed life!
Posted by: Dorothy | Sunday, July 02, 2006 at 11:27 PM
I guess you did this quite awhile ago - but I'm so glad you pointed us here!
This is beautiful- a lovely peek into your past, to see what flavored you, so to speak.
And thanks for the info on my site - I edited my post to add what you advised! I didn't know where this originated, I just knew I wanted to do it! :)
Posted by: Elise | Wednesday, February 28, 2007 at 11:15 PM
I loved this! I hope to add it to my blog. Thank you!
Posted by: Deborah | Tuesday, May 13, 2008 at 12:23 PM
I may do this "where I'm from" eventually on my blog and am writing to ask permission to use the picture in your sidebar...didn't know if it is yours or if it's being shared by those doing the theme. Thanks.
Posted by: Connie W | Wednesday, May 14, 2008 at 08:44 AM
Thank you Deborah and Connie for visiting and commenting. Anyone who wants to use the sunflower button for the Where I'm From poem are welcome to use it. I took the picture at Buffalo Herb Farm in Raphine, VA (now closed), but Hannah cropped and made it into a button for the sidebar. Feel free to right click and save to your computer.
And I'd heartily recommend doing the Where I'm From poem. I love all the ones I've read. If you write one, come back and leave your link so we can come read it!
Posted by: Deb | Wednesday, May 14, 2008 at 09:40 AM
Hello again,
Since this is where I first found Where I Am From, I wanted to let you know that I've added it as a meme to my blog. You can check it out at either of my blogs.
http://manitobagardens.blogspot.com/2008/05/new-meme-where-i-am-from-memoir.html
Posted by: Deborah | Thursday, May 22, 2008 at 04:53 PM
Deb - as I read this post I am encouraged more than I can say. I am encouraged not only because of the wonderful christian history that you have written about but also because of the lovely way you have written it. Your turn of phrase is truly beautiful. Well Done :)
Posted by: Laura | Wednesday, July 16, 2008 at 08:19 PM
Just beautiful, have fifty five in our community and now I am digging up my hillside and planting
red, yellow and whites in three rows.
Michelle Clarke, Md.
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