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My Rural Roots: Where I am From

I am from clothes drying on the line.

Clothes drying on the line

Blue skies,  fresh country air,

Blue skies and fresh country air

Green pastures and sunshine.

Green pastures and sunshine

I am from black and white pictures and television. Transistor radios.

Mamma and Daddy

I am from the deep South, rolling hills, and a half a century ago.

Our home

I am from the thick Pine straw,

Pine straw

Day Lilies, and the red Georgia clay.

Day lilies

I am from cotton fields, Magnolias,

Cotton fields

And Jonquils.

Jonquils

I am from soldiers who fought for all of us.

Soldiers who fought for us all

And from farmers who worked from dawn to dusk.

Daddy and the mule

From Grandmothers who loved us all

Grandma Reeves as a girl

And from older sisters who washed my mouth out with soap.

Sisters

I am from Shall we Gather at the River?

And How Great Thou Art.

Church

I am from rural Georgia, Virginia, and all over England.

From too few hellos and too many good byes.

I am from grits, corn on the cob and fried apple pies.

Grits, corn on the cob and fried apple pies

I am from the two sisters, the four brothers and the Mother and Father.

Two sisters, four brothers and Mother and Father

I am from all who came before

Those who came before

And after me.

Grandchildren

I am from Future Farmers.

Future farmer

This is Where I Am From.

 

You can read more about about our farm life on our personal blog Life on a Southern Farm.

lloyd mcdaniel_1
8/3/2010 4:19:09 PM

what a wonderful way to honor your past!


pam_6
6/11/2010 7:44:57 PM

Hi Kathy, I am happy to see you over here at Grit. The picture of your great-great grandma with her spinning wheel sounds wonderful! I think I was born in the wrong century also, sometimes. Thanks for coming over and commenting. Pam


kathy in ky
6/11/2010 2:59:09 PM

Hi Pam - I especially like the old photos of your family, the black and white ones. They remind me of the photos I used to look at as a child with my Grandma, who was born in the late 1800's. Her Dad was a photographer, so there are many, many photos of her and the family when they were small at the turn of the century. I remember one in particular of my great-great grandma sitting outside under a tree, using a spinning wheel, long dress, apron, and bonnet on. I often think I was born in the wrong century. Thanks for sharing your photos and your life with all of us. Take care, from KY. Hope your canning is going well today.


pam_6
6/11/2010 1:48:18 PM

Thank-you Dave, Your family genealogist sounds like my sister. (she's not 92 yet though). It is wonderful he is able to do all his research. I agree that it is interesting to find out where we are from. Thanks for the comment. Thank-you Cindy for your nice comment. When I see old family photos I can't help but think what the earlier generations endured. They deserve to be remembered! Hi Mountain Woman, I appreciate you taking time to comment. Thank-you!


mountain woman
6/11/2010 5:50:37 AM

Pam, What a beautiful, moving post. I wouldn't even begin to single out part of it to praise because it was all just so wonderful. What a great post and photos you have shared with all of us and it will linger in my memory for a long time.


cindy murphy
6/10/2010 9:40:46 PM

I agree with Dave, Pam - this was the greatest ever. I've been thinking a lot about my family lately - past, present, and future generations; all those I've loved, and those I never knew but who've been part of me since the beginning. Where we came from, and where we will end up. Your post brought tears to my eyes. Thank you for a lovely post.


nebraska dave
6/10/2010 7:49:02 PM

Pam, this the greatest post ever. You have such a neat way to portray your heritage roots and your continuing generations. My family genealogist lives in California and just turned 92. He continually keeps searching and updating his laptop with family information. His daughter in her 60s parallels his computer with hers and most likely will take over when he can’t do it. We can trace out heritage all the way back to Germany about eight generations ago. It is quite interesting to find out where the different parts of the family ended up. They all started here in Nebraska and maybe that’s why I’m so connected with this area of the country. I wouldn’t ever think about moving to any other part of the US even though most of my family lives far away from here. Thank you the trip through your heritage and future generations.