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August 21, 2013

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These poems bring back so many poignant memories. I'm very blessed they're being so thoughtfully written and kindly shared.

God bless.

RB
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I am from Baltimore, MD but my heart, soul, thoughts and everything else is from these hills. My father was from Hillsville, Va. and he instilled the mountains into my soul. Maybe before I die I will find a home in the hills. If not when I have finally passed from this life I will watch over you and yours throughout eternity because that is where I will forever be at peace. Bless you all. I wish I could be there now.

thank you for sharing these Tipper, it's wonderful to hear about each person's connections!

Sheila-On my side of the mountain Bessie was called "Old Bossie" for the temperamental attitude she often adopted. I don't know of the times that I followed her around hoping she would soon submit and relinquish her treasure of udder delight. I can remember many times though, that she received a shower of her own lactation because she kicked and contaminated her precious production with another, not so appetizing. All in all though, Bossie was more a member of the family than a scoundrel. She had her good days and her bad. On her good days she would run the bucket over with an epicurean delight never savored by a majority of the present population of this planet. Jersey Milk! Go Bossie! You Rule!

I am really enjoying the 'Where I am from' poems. Those writing them are so creative and sharing. They are great!

This just keeps getting better and better. I would love to have a compilation of all these wonderful, heartfelt poems to pass on to my kids and the ones to follow. Thanks Shelia for sharing and thank you Tipper for a wonderful subject!

Thank you Sheila! Your description of your Mother and Daddy is a great one. Thanks for sharing.

Well Shelia, your thoughts were just like home in so many ways. BUT at our table someone ALWAYS said a prayer before beginning a meal. If any of the eleven children took a bite before hearing the 'AMEN' they got a stern look or even a dismissal from the eating table.

Keep up that Appalachian tradition. It is the best in the whole wide world!

Eva Nell

Tipper,
Sheila's poem is wonderful! Sounds
just like a neighbor I grew up with.
The part about orange day lilies
and white dogwoods also lined the
country trail to my boyhood home.
And Grace wasn't said too often at
our table either, but we were
Thankful. There was always so much
talkin' at suppertime, it was hard
for a littlin' to get a word in.
...Ken

All I can say is,"Ditto,ditto,ditto!"
So many have voiced my same feelings. So many words that struck home with me, although I was raised in Kentucky. We all have so many similarities in our upbringing.It's so sad to know the shape the world has gotten in over the last 100 years, when so many of our generation had such hard working parents and had such a wonderful upbringing.

Paula-thank you! It's readers like you who MAKE the Blind Pig great : )


Blind Pig The Acorn
Celebrating and Preserving the
Culture of Appalachia
www.blindpigandtheacorn.com

I am enjoying these "I Am From" poems. Thanks so much for your great blog Tipper!

PS ....Tipper,
That one in the livingroom, is the procrasting pre-teen working on a project, that is due the next day 8:00 AM class!
How many parents have gone thru a late night hour with their kids on that one? Grabbing a bite between the books! Be honest now!
thanks again!

Tipper,
and Shelia, I loved this one. "I am from rarely saying grace, but always giving thanks"! How many can truely admit to that one! I do believe that a believer says in their heart "thanks" eventhough they don't always hear the spoken word. We are scattered around, some in the living room. One on the way to a ball game. Another not in from work and a Mother dishing out food and wondering when they will be able to sit down to supper...maybe by Thanksgiving!
Thanks Tipper and Shelia...and thanks Tipper for letting folks share what is in their heart!

Although not from Appalachia, the poems resonate with me too - family ties, spirituality if not religiosity, a kinship with nature; working hard, making do, doing without. As I listen to my Manhatten/New Jersey son-in-law and my Bronx via Houston daughter-in-law share their family adventures and experiences, they too could write very similar yet very different I Am From poems. It brings home how much people's lives are alike no matter how different the living has been.

It is amazing how many similarities are in the "Where I'm From" series. Each is different, yet a thread of truth for all runs through them, like a stream originating far up in our beloved Appalachian Mountains and meandering downward to water the bottomlands where it becomes a river.
Our "raising" is like that stream, steadfast and true, with pure water withal. And therefore we can find familiar strains and relate to each of the "Where I'm From" and see how one complements another's. Thanks for posting.

"I am from a Momma who had a good example to follow, and did it right. I am from a Daddy who didn’t have a good example to follow, but did it right anyway." = this brought tears to my eyes. Beautiful!

I am from all of the above also. Thank you so much Sheila for the beautiful poem and for taking us all back to our memories. Many thanks to you Tipper for posting.

Thanks for sharing your I'm from Sheila. So enjoyable.

And thanks Tipper for publishing the "I'm from" series, make a good book if you had enough.

I just love your poem, Sheila Nelson. I don't know why all these poems seem relevant to my own life, but they do. So touching was the " I am from rarely saying grace, but always giving thanks." We believed and were thankful deep within our heart, but grace rarely said. How many have been caught with a mouthful only to hear a visiting relative say, "Who wants to say grace?" Oops!
Tipper has outdone herself by encouraging folks to describe the wonderful Appalachia they are from. Sure couldn't write like this if you were from Manhattan.

I liked this one too, Tipper. I especially liked " a tar paper house that embraced a home" and "I am from a Momma who had a good example to follow, and did it right. I am from a Daddy who didn’t have a good example to follow, but did it right anyway."

I love the strength of Appalachian families. Thanks so much Sheila!

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