Where I’m From

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Hi there. Remember me? I’ve been a little MIA lately–for good reasons that I’ll blog about later. But here’s me breaking the silence.

HELLLLLLLOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!

I really missed blogging. I don’t know if you missed me. I’m sure your life went on quite fine without me. But I missed you. And I can’t wait to fill you in on what’s been going on in the world of Hilljean.

For now, I’m just gonna give you this little poem I wrote up for Mama Kat’s Writer’s Workshop. It’s actually from a template that I thought would be fun to experiment with.

Where I’m From

I am from banana pancakes, from Jif Peanut Butter and maple syrup.

I am from the house on Shady Lane, white with green shutters, sprawling, noise that smells like laughter and wet leaves on a school day.

I am from the oak tree, moonflower, dewdrop, the sagebrush, Poppy, dust cloud.

I am from Sunday morning cinnamon rolls and ski-slope noses, from Charlotte Marguerite and Wilson and Hayes.

I am from the opinionated and passionate, the easily roused and most-heartedly won.

From brush your teeth before breakfast and your family members are your best friends and never let the sun go down on your wrath.

I am from Stand up, stand up for Jesus! From people that really did stand up for Jesus in a world where most people don’t.

I’m from San Luis Obispo, Ireland and Slovenia. Chocolate chip cookies and Tamale Pie.

From the place where my brothers killed a hundred blackbirds and where I ate rattlesnake for the first time. Where I cried to see a dead hummingbird, where I learned that Grandpa could die, the place I saw Grandma cry and the home my parents stayed married.

I am from the house on Shady Lane. The house that fills my dreams, The Good Old Creek where I planned my life, the trundle-bed where my sister slept. Five million memories—sprawled in my mind. Cluttered, messy, noisy with laughter and wet leaves. 

12 thoughts on “Where I’m From

  1. hilljean

    Hi. I saw your poem from the writing workshop link. I really liked it. I tried doing this poem but my brain sort of froze up on me and refused to cooperate. Really well done!

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  2. hilljean

    Having watched you grow up, it was really fun to see your childhood memories here. Good job!!
    It took me back a little to that place in time too, I enjoyed my little trip back in time. Thanks .

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  3. hilljean

    “Chocolate chip cookies and tamale pie” I bet those were some really mixed cultures in your home.

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  4. hilljean

    My favorite line: I am from the opinionated and passionate, the easily roused and most-heartedly won.

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  5. hilljean

    Well… of course I loved it! I’m filled with nostalgia and kind of sad that those days are memories now. But I love that you are able to put them into words… it makes those precious memories immortal. Love, Charlotte:)

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  6. hilljean

    You painted a beautiful picture of your childhood at Shady Lane. Great job!
    I grew up on Jif peanut butter too and it still is the only kind I buy.

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  7. hilljean

    LOVED THIS! I cried…of course. I’m glad I’m married into where you are from ???? LOVE!!!

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