I Am From…

While out blog hopping, I saw this new thing going around on Sue and Perri’s blogs… I thought it might be a fun thing to try and do. I admit that theirs are amazing compared to mine, as I don’t have even a fraction of their writing talent… But it was fun, non-the-less… If you would like to try it, you can get the template here. There is also a contest running until Friday, and you can find that here.

I am from a stay at home mom, and a work-a-holic dad. I am from three different cities, before school was through. From San Louis Obispo, Roseburg, and Portland. I am from yearly summer church camps, and trips to the beach.

I am from the foot hills of Mt. Hood, the jungles of India, and the sunny shores of California. From rice and curry almost every night. From powdered milk and Kool Aid, and boxed lunches at school. From dinners as a family, always eaten at the table.

I am from missionaries to India, and woman doctors in the 1800s, from rice farms with native servants, monkeys and snakes in your home, and panthers on your porch. I am from rice and curry for every noon meal, eaten on banana leaves with your fingers.

I am from orchards in Oregon, pears and peaches too. Where Grandma would pick peaches straight from the tree for us to eat. From a view of the mountain, from a huge front yard.

I am from the dad who was always early, and told corney jokes. “The shell is still here, but the Nut went to heaven.” From the dad who would come to your work, and talk to anyone who would listen. From the smell of gas on his clothes, from the Chevron station. Early to bed, and early to rise. Button up shirts, and hair slicked back.

I am from the home where the kids gathered. From the mom who was called “Mom” by the neighborhood kids. I am from cleaning the bathroom, when wanting an extra treat. I am from parents who were always willing to lend a hand. From a mom who taught Sunday school, kid’s club, and organized Christmas pageants.

I am from born again believers, in a tiny little church. From Wednesday night potlucks before prayer meetings, and Saturday work days. I am from church every Wednesday, and twice on Sunday.

I am from bike rides with friends, speeding down quiet streets. From transistor radios singing old country songs. From spending every weekend on over-nighters, switching houses all the time. I am from crossing the tracks, without telling mom, to play at the river, looking for turtles. I am from singing to Amy Grant, on an old LP. I am from “The Music Machine” and the old Disney tunes. I am from Saturday morning cartoons, and “Little House on the Prairie” every Monday night.