
I am from the old piano,
the AM radio

and the record player.

I am from the creek in which I discovered frogs, toads and

salamanders,
from the azaleas,

dogwoods,

redbuds

and the tall oaks under whose canopy I discovered the world of Nature.

I am from the Frozen Dairy Bar whose creamy goodness delighted me

and from the 7-11 where I got cigarettes to smoke with my friends in the woods

and lighter fluid to set the creek on fire.

I am from Granddad Bill the railroad man,

Grandaddy Peacock the Knower of All Things and Nanny the southern grandma.
I am from, "Do you have a grain of sense?", my mom's spaghetti sauce

and the library stocked with books that enlightened and incited a lifetime of learning about the world.