Daily Archives: September 21, 2020

10 Years A Blogger

Yesterday was the 10th anniversary of my first published blog post. When I began thinking about writing a blog, I knew I wanted the first post to be about Bacon’s Castle. Click here if you’d like to read that post.

If you’re a numbers person:

Today’s post is number 2,197.
These Days Of Mine currently has 1,294 followers.
My posts have had 413,703 views.
There have been 35,550 comments left on my posts. (LOTS of folks read, but few comment!)

With my blogging anniversary approaching, I began thinking of my favorite post.  Would it even be possible to choose one?  And I believe that the one I’m going to share today just may be my favorite. This was first published on September 22, 2011.

Where I’m From

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.

I am 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.

I am 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.

Mom and me in our front yard, dairy barn across the highway

I’m thankful for all my readers and still enjoying writing, so here’s to 10 more years!

~These Days Of Mine~