Navigating faith, love, and life in the Netherlands

Monday, July 14, 2014

I am from...

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I am from Cabbage Patch dolls and library books, from a pink Barbie bike and pages of journal entries.

I am from the one story yellow house built when I was 11, the brick house that has always been where I can enjoy my grandparents and the outdoors, the two story white house stuck in the suburbs.

The smell of honeysuckle and fresh cut grass, the sound of the wind in the trees, the wide open space to run and ride bikes.

I am from the expansive fields of corn and soybeans, the Chester River and brackish water of the Chesapeake Bay.  I am from curtains blowing in the breeze.

Me as a kid
I’m from the outside crab feasts after a day on the water and pronouncing "water" like "wooder," from Bruce and Tina and Adam and Mervin and Esther.

I’m from the weekly drive to see our dad (and later stepmom too) across the long and tall Chesapeake Bay Bridge and taking off my shoes in car rides longer than 25 minutes.

From "Be careful around that pond!" and "Come set the table."

I’m from Bible quizzing and Caravan, and weekly church services.

I’m from German and Irish farmers, and German city people, maybe even some French in there too.

I am from fresh garden vegetables like peas and yellow string beans, and steamed blue crabs.

From the brother who used to call me JJ and the grandfathers who say "onlyest" and "a little dab'll do ya!"

I am from the city and the country, a mixture that is me.


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