A Rerun: Where I’m From

I realize that my ‘readership’ has changed over the four years I’ve been blogging.  Some of you have been here all along (thank you), but many of you are fairly recent followers. 

So I thought it might be fun to occasionally share a blog post from the past. I apologize to those of you for whom this will be a rerun. This was first published on September 22, 2011, for Mama Kat’s Writer Workshop. If I had to choose, this would probably be my favorite post of all that I’ve written.

For Mama Kat’s Writer’s Workshop today, I chose a prompt that was both challenging and fun. It’s apparently a rather popular writing prompt. You begin with a “template” and fill in the blanks to best describe your beginnings. This is mine:

I am from silos and linoleum floors and rural free delivery; from a tiny Zenith black and white tv, Barbie dolls and Beatles records.

I am from a white house beside a pond, where the frogs sang me to sleep on summer nights; where the scent from a nearby dairy farm was simply bovine.

I am from the jonquils and irises along the fence row, snaps, butterbeans and corn from Mama’s garden, and Sweet Williams and peach-colored gladioli from Grandma’s yard.

I am from family reunions the first Saturday every August, and aunts and uncles sharing stories of their childhood at Bacon’s Castle; from a Mom named Donnie (after her grandmother) and a Dad named Willie and grandparents, Mae and Ben.

I am from dinner at mid-day and supper in the evening, summer days in a big front yard and summer nights in the porch swing.

From don’t slam the screen door and it’s just the wind, go back to sleep.

I am from Baptist revivals on hot summer nights, Christmas pageants and Junior Choir practice.

I am from a small town in Virginia, rich in history, but forgotten by time; from fried chicken and creamed potatoes topped with a spoonful of garden peas.

From the nearby country store owned by my Grandma, where we ate ginger snaps and cheese,  where customers bought bologna by the pound, and Grandma wrapped it in butcher paper and tied it with twine.

I am from a treasured old blue binder full of pages of our family history, traced back to Jamestown; the dates of more recent births, marriages and deaths penciled in the margins.

These are but a few of the people, places and things that shaped the person that I am today. And I’m grateful for each one of them.

Mama’s Losin’ It

~These Days Of Mine~


30 responses to “A Rerun: Where I’m From

  1. And what a woman you’ve become! Your Momma would be so proud!

  2. Very sweet post…….this kind of life is tough to find these days but it was the quintessential “all American life” that could be found in those days and becomes harder to find these days. You were truly blessed to know that kind of family warmth!

    Hugs, Pam

  3. This is such a good idea. I went back to your September of 2011 and couldn’t believe three years have gone by…I remember several posts so vividly. My comment back then? “This is among your best…”here the scent from a nearby dairy farm was simply bovine” and then your images with “forgotten in time” and “tied it with twine” , it all flows so beautifully. This is a gem. Thank you for sharing.”

  4. Beautifully written, Dianna. You are fortunate to be “from” anywhere. As an Army brat, I’ve felt the lack of roots more keenly as I get older.

  5. I’m sure I read this the first time but I’d forgotten it so thank you for posting it again. And, of course, it all describes me, too, except for the tv , Beatles and Barbie dolls..a little late for my childhood.
    Your descriptions are perfect!!

  6. Olde Towne Photos

    That was great. Thanks for re-posting. C.

  7. It’s one of my favorites too and brought back some wonderful memories.

  8. Beautifully written!


  9. This is so beautifully written – and so reminds me of how and where I grew up as well – especially “dinner at mid-day and supper in the evenings”. “it’s just the wind, go back to sleep” and “fried chicken and creamed potatoes topped with a spoonful of garden peas” – thanks for sharing this –

  10. This is a piece of Americana that should be treasured. You should enter this in some kind of writing contest…it would definitely get my vote! Being “from” the same general area, a lot of it describes my roots also. Thanks for the beautifully written slice of memory today!

  11. Wonderfully written. Really enjoyed reading it. And now I want some fried chicken and creamed potatoes with garden peas myself! 🙂

  12. I must have read this back then, but oh, what a joy to read it today. Reruns remind us of things we’ve forgotten. This post is beautifully written, Dianna, and your words paint a lovely portrait of you. And I won’t ever forget you! ❤

  13. Thanks for the throwback, Dianna. I really enjoy this!

  14. Lovely piece! Perhaps we should all write such a work and get to know ourselves better.

  15. Oh, Dianna. I have tears. This is wonderful! Your prose challenges your picture taking abilities. I am like Rita, it brings to mind such a idyllic time in all our lives–pallets to sleep on the floor when visitors come, catching mayflies, getting UP to change the channel, Sunday DINNERS…reminisces that we all love. Thanks so much for “refreshing” our memory banks.

  16. I enjoyed this so much. It brings back memories of simpler times. Wonderfully written.

  17. We both had simple, happy times growing up. Thanks for the memories.

  18. I do remember this one … & it is great !
    Like I said before: imagery is the key here 🙂

  19. Shirley Matthews Dunn

    You certainly told my child hood beautifully too, Dianna. Those were wonderful times. Thanks so much for sharing it.

  20. Shirley Matthews Dunn

    Oh and I love the picture of you and Mother. These become such treasures to us as we grow older.

  21. It’s always nice to revisit, whether our childhoods or our previous works. I think some of my best blog posts were when I had very few followers. Might be nice to look through them once more as well. Love this picture of you and your mom.

  22. Very interesting, Dianna. I know some of my better posts were written when I first started and there were very few comments left.

  23. This is a “simply bovine” post, worth a repeat, for sure.

  24. I can see why this is your favorite. The story of where you are from is priceless and how proud you must be.

  25. Thank you for sharing this one again; I don’t recall seeing it before, but I loved it so much.

    I am from dinner at mid-day and supper in the evening, too!


  26. This says so much about our unique country values and the memories we share of growing up in Bacon’s Castle. There are many things I treasure about my childhood that today’s child will never experience. Oh, to pick unwrapped cookies from a jar once again…….we loved all the store keepers and they loved us.
    Thanks for the memories.

  27. Wes been reading yous for such a long time and wes don’t remember that post! It is so furry well done! Wes loves it and wes so furry happy that yous re-runned it!

  28. Lovely. . . I’m glad you reposted it. Many of the things you described resonated with me from dinner at mid-day to supper in the evening. . . to reunions on the first Saturday in August (well, now that I think about it, the reunions in my family were on the third Saturday in August). 🙂

  29. I love this Dianna! I grew up in the South too, so a lot of the traditions and heritage you cite are familiar to me too. Potatoes with peas! I’ve seen this…done this…so fun to read your catalog of the things that shaped you! ~ Sheila

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