I was encouraged by LaurenBove to write this and feeling overwhelmed with family issues anyway, I decided to do this.
I am from Peach Hi-C punch, A&P storebrand cookies, and stacks of National Geographics in the Florida room.
I am from the 1950's green ranch on the corner. The backyard was my oasis. Bromeliads blooming beneath gigantic elephant ears. Grapefruit trees and crepe myrtles by the pool.
I am from the orange blossoms, palm trees and cicadas screeching in the old live oaks behind our house.
I am from gezundtheits and folk medicine.
From the Bonhams, Coyles, Simons, and Voslers.
I am from pragmatics, dreamers and the superstitious.
From "do as I say, not do as I do" and "don't drop your bra in the street"
I am from Catholics and Methodists and raising me as a Southern Baptist.
From saying your prayers at night and never taking the lords name in vain.
I am from Irishmen, Pennsylvania Dutch, Pilgrims and some mysterious Frenchmen.
I am from my dad's beef stroganoff and my mom's homemade macaroni and cheese.
I am from The Kingston Trio, Herb Alpert and Nat King Cole records.
I am from the man selling more than a life insurance policy and the engaged girl running through the woods to meet him.