Where I'm From ...

Found this lovley idea again at "Adventure's in Babywearing" and "Melissa Brotherton"
It is taken from the original poem...
"Where I'm From" by George Ella Lyons, found here and the template here if you want to make
one, too!

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I am from broken crockery, terracotta pots, the crackle of plastic wrap on a packet of Balmoral lights

corked bottles of burgundy still fermenting on a Sunday afternoon

I am from the greenhouse, the hen house the duck pond.

I am from the peeling wallpaper and the threadbare carpet.

I am from the primrose and the bluebell woods in early Spring,

the ice cold stream we paddled in and the smell of compost in the back of the car.

I am from Derby day trifectas, each way odds at the Grand National

100 francs on the nose at Long champ.

I am from his Irish temper, her Scottish grit and those French afternoons that leave a pocket book empty, a heart full.

I am from old family stories retold over and over those evenings at the pub and the colourful characters of war time London through the eyes of my mother.

From "don't try to run before you can walk" and the advice of old Mother Terrier who said to her pups that, "in all life's adversity you must keep your tails up."

I am from worn blue white and gold statues of Our Lady surrounded by candlelight during Easter Vigil processions.

His schooldays at the abbey passing down nostlagia for latin chant and evening vespers.

I am from the "Lord is my Shepherd" whispered through tears, her protestant roots

The way Granny prayed for "braid" instead of "bread" in the vowels of her childhood home.

I'm from Shoreham by Sea, with fish and chips, gingham tablecloths and fairground rides on the pier.

I am from Chateau de Peccany, Irish poetry, and mythical German forests where fairy tales are born.

I am from her Sunday roast and suet pudding.

I'm from the tough crusts of a homemade loaf.

I am from the medal he won but never talked about

the pride of my Father as he retold the story of Grandad's quiet courage in the trenches.

"He was at Cambridge when they called him up, never held a gun in his life."

I am from the potting shed where he first asked her to go on a dance with him in exchange for 5 pounds of apples.

And she said yes.