We’ve taken yet another trip down south to stay with my family in my childhood home. Steph and Emily have done these rememberances of growing up in their respective spots, so I thought I would try one too!
I am from Meeks and Sheehan: a musician/carpenter and a midwife/homemaker. I am a big sister to four siblings: bossy, a babysitter, responsible.
I am from Stratocasters, Telecasters, Fenders and Gibsons; I am from hammers, nails and table saws.
I am from labor coaching, breastfeeding help and talking to pregnant ladies; I am from freshly-baked bread, concord grape jelly and homemade quilts and clothes.
I am from charismatics turned presbyterians turned anglicans and back again.
I am from Big East Fork: gravel roads, five acres, a red tin roof and a woodstove; wading in creeks, fishing in ponds and playing in the woods; fireflies, bullfrogs and honeysuckle in the summer.
I am from chiggars, ticks, wasps, snakes, snapping turtles and coyotes. I am from border collies, cats and kittens; horses, ponies, chickens and sheep. I am from long bus rides, hillbilly schools and 4-H.
I am from perms, poofy bangs and tight-rolled jeans; flannel, bellbottoms and thrift store finds. I am from the ’90’s, popular and alternative.
I am from a singer, musician and music appreciator. I am from the irish, extroverted, and spontaneous dance-partiers. I am from football games, cool weather, front porches and bon fires.
I am from Yankees trying to pass as Southerners and everything in between. I am happily from the Meeksarosa.