Where I’m From
I am from crisp sheets and crocheted blankets, from Altadena ice cream, and hot homemade breakfasts, every single morning.
I am from the house on the hill overlooking the green golf course, my backyard wide-open grassy hills and flying golf balls.
I am from the Willow tree and wind, daisies and frogs.
I am from road trips and Sunday night TV, from the Bohrn’s and the Ophus clan.
I am from stay put and never give up.
From “don’t say can’t and may I’s”.
I am from the stoic Lutherans, from do unto others as you would have them do unto you.
I'm from the city of angels, the kingdom of the way leading north, the German earth, the rich black soil of the land of 10,000 lakes, black coffee and cookies from a tin.
From the stubborn quietness of a farmer, used to the rustling wheat and the bleating sheep and the hum of a tractor, and the loyalty of a homemaker, whose work was never done.
I am from the dusty old trunk, the musty barn filled with treasures, the ghost filled basements and forests, the familiar lands and memories kept for decades and generations, a past to pass on and keep forever.
I am from crisp sheets and crocheted blankets, from Altadena ice cream, and hot homemade breakfasts, every single morning.
I am from the house on the hill overlooking the green golf course, my backyard wide-open grassy hills and flying golf balls.
I am from the Willow tree and wind, daisies and frogs.
I am from road trips and Sunday night TV, from the Bohrn’s and the Ophus clan.
I am from stay put and never give up.
From “don’t say can’t and may I’s”.
I am from the stoic Lutherans, from do unto others as you would have them do unto you.
I'm from the city of angels, the kingdom of the way leading north, the German earth, the rich black soil of the land of 10,000 lakes, black coffee and cookies from a tin.
From the stubborn quietness of a farmer, used to the rustling wheat and the bleating sheep and the hum of a tractor, and the loyalty of a homemaker, whose work was never done.
I am from the dusty old trunk, the musty barn filled with treasures, the ghost filled basements and forests, the familiar lands and memories kept for decades and generations, a past to pass on and keep forever.