Happy Tuesday everyone!
I’m linking up with Jenni for Blogtember!
Each day she has scheduled blog post topics. Sometimes they might be a list, a story, or even just photos. I’m going to try my best to post for each day. I may also do additional posts as I feel like it.
September 3, 2013: Describe where or what you come from. The people, the places, and/or the factors that make up who you are.
Alan Jackson said it best:
Where I come from, its corn bread & chicken
Where I come from, a lot of front porch pickin’
I’ve mentioned it before but growing up in the country was the best thing that I could have asked for in a childhood. I have been in the city for over a year now and while I feel like this is where I belong, I am glad that my roots are country strong.
What is country living to me?
– Walking into your backyard to pick the vegetables that will nourish the family
– Driving 20 minutes to the closest WalMart and making do with what you have because sometimes that drive just isn’t worth it
– Learning from my grandmother that every homemade meal needs one key ingredient: love
– Watching the town’s 4th of July parade and waving to familiar faces
– Having the same grade school teachers as my father
– Growing up with my grandmother a few miles away
– Having a yard big enough to host a family game of baseball
– Learning how to make my favorite meals with my Mom
– BBQ’s and pool parties at our house kept me away from bad influences in high school
– Shuckin’ ears of corn on our front porch knowing how messy and yummy that meal will be
– Walking barefoot through the grass
– Opening the windows to feel the cool spring breeze blow through the house
– Learning how to drive stick shift on an old dirt road without the worry of someone rushing me to figure it out
– Calling my parents “Mama” & “Daddy” and not knowing any different
– Camping and kayaking at pond nearby just to get away for a while and disconnect from the world
– Watching the deer, fox, bunnies, ground hogs, cardinals, hummingbirds and eagles share their home with us
– The feeling of eating a fresh pear, juice running down my arm as I laughed with my grandmother
– Building homemade bunny hutches with my Dad to house my new best friends
– Tastee Freez milkshakes and vanilla ice cream cones
– The smell of saw dust from the shed
– Country sunsets
– Fog delays where an extra hour or two of sleep was gold
– Playing all day in snow with my brother when school was cancelled
& Most importantly: Always having a house, a family, and a town to call home and come back to when times get hard. Where the Pizza King parking lot is full on a Friday night and cars wait in line to cross the Ricky Raccoon Bridge one at a time. A town where the lights during the a home Bulldogs football game can be seen from a mile away and the Haunted House never gets old. No matter how old I am or how long between visits I will always sigh a deep breath and relax as I turn off of the highway because I know I am home.