I am from breath taking quilts stitched from feed sack dresses, from Nehi peach sodas and Mrs. Binge's store.
I am from hours down the road from the place I was born, where my own roots dig past the red clay soil and embed themselves in my mountains. Mountains that carved out a community rather than the other way around, in a fog blanketed valley that smells of honey suckle and pipe smoke. The only place where I actually hear my heart whisper, "Home."
I am from the "courtin' tree" that you had to be able to climb before you could date and the dog on the front porch, and who really owns that old dog anyway?
I am from delivering home cooked meals when words will never help the pain and a stubborn streak. I am from my Papaw Daugherty and the Clan Douglas and Dilbecks.
I am from a touch of arthritis and a knack for sarcasm. From, "Don't look at me in that tone of voice!" and "It ain't worth doing, if you don't do it right."
I am from big haired ladies at the Church of God AND the stiff lipped Baptists from the little church up on the mountain. I cling with both hands to "The Old Rugged Cross," and rest in its shadow, in peace.
I am from Cherokee natives from right in these mountains and Ireland, Scotland and brave Jewish Germans; I am from chicken and dumplings and cornbread baked in cast iron skillets.
I am from a grandmother who worked all day in shirt factories, raised four kids and then cooked for herself and all the neighbors with grace. I'm from dust covered men climbing out of the mines.
I'm from drawers full of Polaroids, school pictures on fridges. I am razor sharp pocket knives, embroidered handkerchiefs, folk songs and fairy tales, laughter through tears. I am from these people; I am from these hills. Their strength is unfaltering, it is holding me up, traveling through me into the roots of my children and they will be stronger still.
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This is so beautifully written. Thank you for taking me to your childhood memories :)
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