tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2295929005439567974.post2042918054360040653..comments2023-10-25T11:18:15.998-04:00Comments on Shine Again: Where I'm fromMonicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05856975629899818393noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2295929005439567974.post-26185243752840129552007-12-19T22:08:00.000-05:002007-12-19T22:08:00.000-05:00How are you doing on your to-do list? I am so gla...How are you doing on your to-do list? I am so glad you did this poem too. It is so cool. It truly evokes memories, doesn't it? I'm considering writing mine in Calligraphy and framing it! Your's is so fun. I hope your family does it too!Snizhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12609352449272402863noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2295929005439567974.post-76768578885077768492007-12-17T22:45:00.000-05:002007-12-17T22:45:00.000-05:00I loved this post Monica! What a great idea.I loved this post Monica! What a great idea.Catherinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07110475906348538090noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2295929005439567974.post-16716673357577271822007-12-17T22:08:00.000-05:002007-12-17T22:08:00.000-05:00This is my sister Vanessa's poem. It just about ma...This is my sister Vanessa's poem. It just about made me cry.<BR/><BR/>I am from my grandfather’s workbench vice from Pledge and little envelopes of pink colored corn seeds.<BR/><BR/>I am from the home where the winter wind whistles in the chimney and the thunder rolls and shakes the windows in the summer.<BR/><BR/>I am from the wild mint, the Queen Anne’s Lace.<BR/><BR/>I am from hours of basketball in the driveway with dad and red curly hair and a passionate temperament to match, from Richard and Trudy and Marvin.<BR/><BR/>I am from those who can never find their keys and must make sweet tea for every gathering.<BR/><BR/>From don’t be selfish, and if we work really hard for a little while, then we can have a big coke.<BR/><BR/>I am from dewy Easter mornings at church for sunrise services, sitting in the sound booth with dad, pitch-ins, youth group lock-ins, and helping mom reconstruct the crossing of the Red Sea for the first graders.<BR/><BR/>I'm from the Midwest, from Indiana, Scotland, Ireland, from homemade noodles, apple pie Grandma McClughen’s sugar cookies, and bread pudding.<BR/><BR/>From the summer Barbara got poison ivy so bad she had to be on steroids and hit a hundred home runs, the sisters who were always late driving to school, and the mother who invited us to stare at the sky and let the rain fall as we laid on the sidewalk.<BR/><BR/>I am from my mom’s box of elementary school artwork, from my orange crocheted tiger whose tail is nearly pulled off and from grandpa’s cedar chest full or wedding quilts and baby blankets.Monicahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05856975629899818393noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2295929005439567974.post-73070427607749272352007-12-17T20:04:00.000-05:002007-12-17T20:04:00.000-05:00Monica, this is wonderful! It gives both a home-i...Monica, this is wonderful! It gives both a home-ish and a wander-ish feeling. I love it.Saralynhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08315084570904980269noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2295929005439567974.post-41932328625921721132007-12-17T17:34:00.000-05:002007-12-17T17:34:00.000-05:00I love where you're from. All of it.I love where you're from. All of it.Cindy-Still His Girlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00699695957294293616noreply@blogger.com