Saturday, April 22, 2006

I Am From..................

I have already done Diane's version of this, but Mary at Owlhaven has a contest going on using this, so here is my formal version. If you want to participate or read more about it, you can find the details HERE.

I AM FROM.......

I am from cast iron skillets, from Ivory soap, and hard work.

I am from, "Yes, there's plenty for one more.....Diane, get 'em a plate, and Cecil, fix 'em a glass of tea," with the smells of good food, pinto beans, fried potatoes and cornbread baked in a cast iron skillet wafting in the hot, humid summer air.

I am from the bouquets of violets and dandelions, and small branches off our "money tree", placed in old glass bottles scavenged from the burn pile, and lovingly given to and received by Mama, the rich green of the cotton plants in the fields, and Ducky's creamy white magnolias scenting the early morning breeze.

I am from all the family and some friends gathering at our house on Sundays and holidays, and going to bed early and getting up before the chickens, from Fred and Martha and Frank and Lue.

I am from people who love to hunt and fish, which many a time put food on our table, and who cherish family and friends and our Faith.

From coffee that will either put hair on your chest or turn your toenails black, and not wasting food, because somewhere in the world people would love to have what I didn't want, nasty as I might think it was, and for my part, they were welcome to it, just come and get it.

I am from
Southern Baptists and Assembly of God, and a few heathens that we are working on, (smile). I am from chilly Easter sunrise services, and paper fans and fighting mosquitoes. I am from church Homecoming services with counters and tables overflowing with the best from our gardens and the best from our baking and cooking. I am from knowing and loving the same church families and friends from birth to death.

I'm from being born at Smith's Clinic in Trumann, Arkansas, and I and all my family still live with 25 miles of our birthplace, and from chicken and dressing and homemade Wesson Oil Cake with 7-Minute frosting and coconut.

From the time I stepped on the bottom of a broken Coke bottle and cut my ankle to the bone, but I begged Daddy not to take me to get stitches, and I have a big scar there to this day, and from the time we were moving into a new house, and as we pushed the cook stove back against the wall, the bottom of the stove cut into the 220 watt ca
ble and shorted it out, and Mama and 3 of us grown girls all went through a standard-size doorway at the same time, and the way Charles always had to comb his hair before he sat down to eat, even if he was filthy elsewhere.

I am from photographs and what-nots, from little bits of jewelry, scattered among all of us 5 daughters, from a family that truly knows the worth of those things, since Mama and Daddy's house and a lot of our family photos burned in 1987. But I am also from a family that realizes that as precious as those things are, our memories and the lives that were saved that day are even more precious. Those precious memories and lives are everything. They are priceless.


owlhaven said...

This is great!!--I loved the image of y'all trying to fit through the same door at the same time. Oh, and I grew up in Missouri...that's probably why some of mine sounded familiar to you.
Mary, mom to many

Diane@Diane's Place said...

Hey, we DID fit through the door at the same time!! That is what is so memorable about it, LOL. :)
Thanks, Mary.
I have family who live in St. Louis and St. Charles Missouri.

Susie said...

Loved reading this and learning a bit more about you. My dad's family was from the south (KY) and I am familiar with some of this!

Diane@Diane's Place said...

Thanks, and I just read about your camping trip on your blog. The pics were great, and it sounds like you had a good time. :)
My Daddy's family was originally from Bannock, Kentucky. :)

Anonymous said... togethr..all that fun ...

liked to go thru your post!

amy suzanne said...

thanks for the good luck note you left! (lol, i needed it!) ~amy

Anonymous said...

I found you from your link on my post. I like these "I am from.." posts! Your life sounds just like the stories my Mom tells and also the stories I hear in this area. I love to hear it!

Anonymous said...

Quite a few great memories in such a little space. (Well, cutting your ankle doesn't sound like a great memory, but a memory nonetheless.) Nice pictures. Aren't close families wonderful? I'm thankful for mine, as I'm sure you are of yours.

Diane@Diane's Place said...

Thank you, and welcome! Come back. :)

Thanks, I'm glad you liked the post.
Welcome, and please visit again. :)

Thanks, and yes, close families are the best, but that's all I've ever known. I am very thankful for my family, especially with Mama and Daddy both gone, now. We need each other to lean on and support one another. :)

Anonymous said...

Another wonderful story written so beautifully.

I am sorry you lost your pictures in a fire but you are right no one can take our memories away from us.

Take care,

Diane@Diane's Place said...

Thanks, and I hope things are going well for you. :)

Faith said...

Loved reading your post. Aren't memories great? Once I started, I had a hard time stopping. May be a part two in the future.

Diane@Diane's Place said...

Thanks, Faith. I know what you mean, I have 2 different ones there together, and I have already done several posts about my childhood memories. :)
Can't wait to read your next post about your memories. :)