Today's guest poem was written by Ethelene Dyer Jones
Where I'm From written by Ethelene Dyer Jones.
I am from cleanly-laundered clothes blowing on the line, Octagon soap, and lye soap, stronger, for well-worn work clothes, double-scrubbed and drying in the sun.
I am from Choestoe, between mountains named the Blood and the Bald; from a house with a front porch where summer visitors loll and swing; and from sugar pears gathered for afternoon snack.
I am from hydrangea bushes in full bloom, chinquapin roses spotted pink and fuchsia and a garden growing rhubarb, turnip greens, sweep peas and spring onions.
I am from going to visit Grandma Sarah and hearing her wisdom, going to Grandpa Bud’s house where lazy Susan table rolled our food around, from seeing the names of Dyer, Souther, Collins Hunter engraved in mind and on tombstones at the New Liberty and Choestoe cemeteries.
I am from saving pennies and making-do, from hand-me downs and mended shoes, from hard work and planting by the signs, from overcoming ravages of the Great Depression and hoping times will get better.
I am from “remember, when you go out into the world, where you’re from, for you have a name and a place to uphold, a reputation to honor and never dishonor, an ingrained goal to ‘be somebody!”.
I am from protracted meeting beginning the second Sunday in July after “laying-by,” from baptizings of converts in the cold waters of Nottely River at Morris Ford, from precept and example, from learned Bible verses, from neighbors helping each other.
I’m from country lanes and corn fields in the breeze, from hardy pioneer families that left their mark in mountain settlements, from cornbread fritters slathered in churned butter and sorghum syrup.
I am from the 1874 ‘Apparatus for Navigating the Air’ invented by Micajah Clark Dyer, and from Dr. M. D. Collins gone out from Choestoe to make a difference in Georgia’s education, from my own long line of farmers, teachers and “make-do-with-what-you have” or ”better it” people.
I am from stalwart stock whose word was their bond and a handshake meant “I’ll do anything I can for you” to “Don’t fence me in!” “I want to be free!”
I’m from all of these,
and more, for I am not yet through Growing, Becoming,
Like them, I want to reach out and up, and forward-- to make a difference.
-Ethelene Dyer Jones (Following suggested “Where I’m From” Template by George Ella Lyon).
I hope you enjoyed Ethelene's poem as much as I did! I especially liked the ending lines I’m from all of these, and more, for I am not yet through Growing, Becoming, Being.
I'm constantly busy with the present, and I often think of the past, but I sometimes forget the excitement and hope of the future.