Wednesday, September 18, 2013
Where I'm From
Grady Doctor has written a couple of posts like this. I wanted to try it, but it took me a long time to get it right.
I am from honor and duty and courage. And from young men conscripted into service. I am from divisions and battalions and platoons. I am from Screaming Eagles and All Americans. I am from a Rendezvous with Destiny. I am from Rakkasan and Currahee. I am from olive drab and the smell of freshly polished boots. I am from Reveille at dawn and Taps at midnight. I am from the sound of boots clapping the ground in unison and the call of cadence. I am from order and obedience. I am from saying ma'am and sir. I am from ordinance safety drills and nuclear drills and fire drills. I am from shopping at the PX and the Commissary and the Exchange. I am from potato chip bag movies on Saturday. I am from playgrounds in the middle of apartment blocks. I am from the marble games played at the base of an oak tree. I am from parade fields and Dough Boy games. I am from jump towers and helicopter rides on the 4th of July, and fireworks that stretch far into the night. I am from climbing on tanks. I am from the loaded gun in the closet and your butt will be beat if you touch the door. I am from starched dresses with scratchy slips, and saddle oxfords, or Mary Janes with lacy socks. I am from going home to Granny's house. I am from Granny's bridge. I am from Billy's Market and the Lost Mountain Store. I am from candy necklaces that get sticky on sweaty necks. I am from the tree fort that girls can't go in, but you're okay. I am from catching fireflies at dusk and wishing on stars in the dark. I am from swinging from a rope into the lake and tubing down the river on real tubes. I am from four little girls who sing in church, and family dinners afterwards. I am from my place at the table. I am from aunts who were my mother's best friends. I am from family friends who were called uncle to the point that I had no idea that they weren't actually related. I am from Camp Tishamingo and Camp Gleeson. I am from eerreet, the not so secret call to let neighborhood friends know we were out to play. I am from kick the can, and hide and seek and freeze tag and the swimming pool at Briarwood, And you'd better be in this door before the street lights come on. I am from family nights watching Gidget, or The Wizard of Oz, or The Diary of Anne Frank. I am from drive in theaters and Cherokee Cinemas. I am from Camp fire and Pioneer girls. I am from walking through the woods as the shortcut to school. I am from Ms, Madeline and Mrs. Pulliam whom if I ever had a role model of living grace under pressure, it was them. I am from Mrs. Lundgren who fed me well at school and slipped me a little extra because if I got any thinner I'd disappear. I am from instant best friends who last for life. I am from riding bikes to the pool and tours of the Frito Lay factory that ended in sampling fresh cooked potato chips and Fritos. I am from field trips to Fernbank Science Center. I am from Kennedy's and King and, Johnson and Armstrong and Nixon and from "Houston, we have a problem." From hawks and doves and flower children handing out flowers at Woodstock and Kent State. From a body brought home from a jungle in a box, and a closed casket funeral. I am from Red, White and Blue Jeans and gingham gym suits and roudy pep rallies. I am from the fourth wing and Graphic Arts, and Coach King's Kingdom. I am from Main Hall and Senior Park. From study hall and a drama club. I am from pizza runs for American History. I am from Dekalb Honors Program and the Walk for Mankind. I am from North Atlanta Youth Ranch. From Summer Camp in Hollywood and bible studies in a decorated garage. I'm from the bowling hole and Playland Roller Rink. From football games on crisp fall nights. From impromptu sleep overs. From baby sitting on Saturday nights. I am from Six Flags and climbing Stone Mountain. From El Toros and Mellow Mushroom, baked for the stoned. From Eagle Rock and Tallulah Gorge and Brass Town Bald. I am from Mayflowers and DAR's and UDC's. From Kings and Presidents and paupers and slaves. I am from the earth and dirt, and from the Father who called me to be wholly holy His.