I am from...
I am from clothelines, Milkbones, bridal wreath and the Wonderful World of Disney on Sunday nights.
I am from the Midwest farm fields, a four square country home, and small town ranch home in Northern Illinois.
I am from lilac bushes, apple trees and peonies.
I am from breakfast cookouts in the park, family camping trips, playing caroms and PIT. I am from Floyd, Harriet, Pam and Marcia by blood, Paul and Doris, Em and Helen and Mid and Fritz by luck.
I am from tea in the afternoon and “I Spy” and "Button, button, whose got the button."
From Pull up your pants and just do it, Be nice to others, You can always go a little and Think cool.
I am from a country church, youth fellowship, ice cream socials and Christmas programs with a color light wheel.
I am from catching lightning bugs, camping in the backyard and playing “Scare” after dark.
I'm from staying at Herman and Martha's farm, Sunday night popcorn suppers, homemade applesauce and ice cream.
I’m from boxes of pictures and slides in Fibbers closet, “good melmac” dishes, metal ice cube trays and Texas tumblers.
I am from the hard working father who loved to garden and create things with his hands, the mother who was the best cook on the planet, the older sisters who tolerated me and fun, practical joking aunts, uncles and cousins. I am from the ability to laugh at ourselves and not take "me" too seriously.
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You might be surprised what you find as you rummage around in those dusty old trunks of your mind--your personality, your family traits and history, and the places you've called home--as you complete this poem with your own memories and facts.