I am from hardwood floors, from Meyer's Dairy milk in glass bottles, served in wine glasses on special occasions.
I am from glass shelves lined with houseplants watered every Saturday.
I am from black walnut, honeysuckle, lilacs, and grass on a hill.
I am from makers of music, milkers of cows, riders of rails, Beckers and Stephenses, fair skins and blue eyes.
I am from the stubborn and the silent, the peacemaking and the retelling.
From long-ago songs and someday goals.
I am from Sunday Mass with doughnuts after.
I am from the centre, from this side of the Mississippi and that, from braunschweiger and fried mush.
From the prize-winning irises and the fourth commandment, the stroller rolling down Tracy Hill and the dog named Susie.
I am from quilts on my walls, rings on my finger, names handed down from generation to generation. I am a daughter, a sister, a mother before I am anything else.
Thanks to Kate for tagging me with this particularly creative meme, which was a nice challenge for me at a time when the blogging well is a little dry. I do love writing about old family stories.
Thanks also to Magpie for the Tickled Pink award! I think you're the bees' knees, Magpie.