I am from a neighborhood called City View.
I am from a neighborhood where you can see
the whole city on top of my hill.
I am from a place where you can smell
a sweet smell of flowers.
I am from a beautiful city.
I am from the taste of humidity in the air.
I am from a place where a lot of my family
grew up.
I am from my favorite place ever
I am from my grandparent’s house
Sunday roasts with carrots and potatoes
brown beans and cornbread a fixture at every meal
bottled pop—Coke, Tab, and RC Cola
drinking from glasses that came from
washing powder boxes.
I am from long summer days
mosquito bites, too many to count
pink skin from calamine lotion
a squirt of Bactine on skinned knees
waiting until 4 o’clock to turn
on the radio—hoping Mimi
would dedicate a song to me.
I am from prime time television
with my Mimi—eating popcorn
every night.
Heehaw, All in the Family, too many
sitcoms to mention
no one sits in papaw’s char
until he goes to bed—around 8 o’clock
we could stay up as long as
we didn’t laugh too loud.
You want to know where I am from?
I’ll tell you I’m from creeks and hollers
and good people. I am from dressing
up for church and Sunday dinners
with extended family and friends.
I’ll tell you I’m from Willow
Tree switches you pick out for yourself.
I come from the heart when I say I
am proud to be a coal miner’s daughter.
I’m from fresh laundry during on the
line and everyone sharing the chores.
I’ll tell you brownies, girl scouts, and
softball. I’m from mom being my
worst enemy and best friend. From
the bossy but ever loving
big sister to being the sister who looks
to two younger brothers for comfort and assurances.
You want to know where I’m from?
My answer seems an endless
journey of words and memories. I’m from
a happy childhood with an over abundance
of love from a tight knit family.
That is where I’m from.
I’m from what remains of an exploding star,
Tempered by time—
I’m from a new formed planet,
Tempered by time—
I’m from the first two humans of the human race,
Tempered by time—
I’m from many people who founded America,
Tempered by time—
I’m a new beginning born in West Virginia,
But tempered by time—
Soon I’ll be in a place where God want me—
Where there is no time.
I am from a family of five. where I came from we eat supper at the kitchen table every evening before my dad went to work in the coalmines. I am from a Mother who was a stay at home mom and she was the best.
Where I came from families stayed together and prayed together. Where I came from we could go outside and play all day with my cousins and not come in until the Dukes of Hazard came on one of the three channels that we got from an antenna at the edge of the yard.
Where I came from having fun was when we rode our four-wheelers with all of my family
First I want to apologize to anyone who’s been looking for some updates to this page since Thursday. You haven’t gotten them, have you? That’s my fault. Last week was incredibly busy. My husband’s parents have been ill, so I’ve been helping out with them; his aunt came in from Florida, and we needed some family time with her, and to handle family issues. My mom’s birthday was this past weekend, so on that side of the family we did celebrations, and i had to get ready to attend a WV department of Education Teacher Leadership Institute that started Sunday afternoon. It turns out we’re working pretty hard here at this institute, and I don’t have a lot of extra time. So . . . I’ll keep putting stuff up, and I’m sorry I haven’t gotten to this blog sooner!
Friday, June 22, was the final day of camp for the summer of 2007. Friday’s are always half day sessions, and we had a good one. The teacher facilitators asked the students to do a writing that was sort of like a combination of list poems and poetry poker. They used different colored balloons to help the campers get into groups. Then they did a final publishing craft in which they put poems written on Thursday onto rocks. They looked super cool. Campers also got to finish their tissue box covers, if they hadn’t done that completely. By the end of the morning campers helped us get everything cleaned up and put away. That was a lot of work since we were in my personal classroom and we had to get most of the furniture and fixtures moved to the center of the room since LHS will be painted this summer.
Overall camp this year went really well. Kudos to Karen Dillon, Linda McKnight and Pam Roeher for putting on a fabulous program for the students. What was wonderful is they were already having conversations that involved phrases like: NEXT YEAR . . .
One thing I definately learned is that next year if we’re going to continue blogging camp we need to have a dedicated person whose job it is to do the blogging. It turned out to be a terrific idea, but more than I could handle on my own! As evidenced by how slow I’ve been getting the last stuff put up. I promise everyone — I WILL get stuff put up this week some time! I have not forgotten!
I remember looking at my baby pictures
I remember learning how to ride my bike
I remember my first vacation
and it was to Tennessee
I remember the first day at the lake
I remember the first fish I ever caught
I remember going to the circus
even though I thought it was scary
I remember when I was baptized
But my favorite memory is yet to come.
Ronica
Sweet, pretty, caring, respectful
Sibling of no one
Lover of Orlando Bloom, God, Family
Who fears the dark
Who needs the Lord and Love
Who gives happiness to everyone
Who would like to see heaven
Resident of West Virginia
Hensley
I remember when I met papaw
I remember my first dog
I remember my first day at school
I remember my first friend
I remember my second friend
I remember my third friend
I even
Remember my fourth friend
But my favorite memory is yet to come
Jonathan
Kind, thoughtful, smart, caring
Sibling of Tony
Lover of games
Who fears snakes
Who needs forgiveness
Who gives scares
Who would like to see Hollywood
Resident of West Virginia
Adkins
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