Thursday, June 16, 2005

I am from...

I am from wooden spoons, sit-upons, from strawberry kiefer milk and wheat germ, and a Ford El Camino.

I am from the house built in a lemon orchard, hot-cement-cold-water-from-the-hose patio, night blooming jasmine so strong it filled the house every summer evening. Throw open the windows and smell. From the play room, pecky cedar, bean bags and shag carpet that came with its own rake.

I am from the avocado trees, orange blossoms, fern fronds, the brush that smells like butterscotch in the Malibu hills, morning glories and four o’clocks. From firecracker flowers, grandma’s glads and a jack-in-the-pulpit that grows near the porch swing.

I am from drawing names and building and crafting the one special Christmas gift you’ll give that year, and snoring, from Dennis and Marjorie and Leola and Elgin.

I am from those who hold it all in until they explode, cackling laughter and keeping busy. From Rainbow and Sunshine of the Chumash Tribe in Indian Maidens, Bluebirds and AYSO soccer.

From if you pout any longer a bird will land on your lip and get some fresh air outside.

I am from Methodists, Lutherans, and Apostolic Christians. I am from vacation bible school and this little light of mine, I’m gonna let it shine. I am from baptism at seventeen, chosen by me.

I'm from Camarillo, Chico, Sabetha, Bern, Oneida and Switzerland. From holiday cheese salad, strawberry jello with bananas and fresh-picked ollalieberries. From homemade salsa, homegrown carrots and corn that tassles.

From the grandma who drove like a bat out of hell on the farm roads in Kansas while her favorite Herb Alpert and the Tijuana Brass cassette played, the sister who traveled all over the world to land in Australia, and the daughter of high school sweethearts married since they were teens and continue to love each other to this day.

I am from Sabetha, Lake Nacimiento, the Pear Blossom Highway, Disneyland at Christmas, Zuma Beach and every state park this side of the Missouri River.

Thanks to Greenthumb for the inspiration and to this site for the meme.


Rozanne said...

This is great--and how appropriate, given that you are sort of taking leave of the place where you grew up!! I am going to have to read your poem through again when I am not so knackered, at which time I will post a lucid comment.

But I'll tell you this right now--I'm stealing this idea!

Joseph said...

I love this!!! You did a great job.

Loved "I am from those who hold it all in until they explode"

Loved "this little light of mine, I’m gonna let it shine"

These were so much fun this week.

LeLo said...

Thanks! Don't read it too closely though: the writing doesn't TOUCH yours. It's just a stream of memories strung together through the meme. It was a lot of fun to write, and to remember.

You have that little light of mine song in your brain now, don't you? Are you holding up your finger? (you know you are!) Let it shine, let it shine, let it shine.

Rozanne said...

Quite, quite beautiful. I just love it! Really! Very evocative and what a wonderful choice of details. Holiday cheese salad! A shag carpet with its own rake. Get out!

What are ollalieberries? They sound like something I would like.

LizzieDaisy said...

Beautiful... all but the El Camino. :)

"From if you pout any longer a bird will land on your lip and get some fresh air outside."

I love that. I'm surprised noone ever used that one on me.

And you have a great blog. I love that you talk about meaningful things...