I am from the Lake Road; from catfish and alligators swimming in the sun.
I am from the dirt road on the outskirts of town; quiet, dusty, and hot.
I am from the boon docks; from magnolias with Spanish moss and wisteria hanging from their branches, blowing in the breeze.
I am from Thanksgiving Family Reunions and stubborn pride; from Cherokees and Pilgrims.
I am from fiery tempers and fierce love.
From "be home before dark"; from bicycles and jars of fireflies.
I am from Southern Baptists and dinner on the grounds; musty-smelling hymnals, hard wooden pews; from Thou Shalt Not and Amazing Grace.
I’m from Florida crackers; from chicken & dumplings, boiled peanuts and banana pudding.
From my father's father with his moonshine still and goats; mama's daddy with his tobacco farm and pigs. From farmers tans and tractors; hard work from dawn till dusk.
I am from reel to reel silent movies; black and white pictures in an album and sepia photos with smiles on demand, all arranged in meticulous order by my Mama after we were grown.
I am from old-fashioned values; from country music and the salt of the Earth.
{Linking up very late to Mama Kat's workshop,
because this exercise truly called out to me.}
6 comments:
This was awesome. I love how descriptive you were.
This was lovely.
This was pure Florida: "... from magnolias with Spanish moss and wisteria hanging from their branches, blowing in the breeze."
Love this! Great writing.
Mmmmm. I love it. The fireflies in a jar made me tear up a little. I used to love catching fireflies and I haven't seen one in a really long time.
Beautiful! I'm having so much fun going through all the I am From Posts and peeking into people's past.
I am just loving these! Nice to get to know you better!
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