Friday, June 13, 2008

Where I am From!


I am from books, from old sappy novels like Elsie Dinsmore that make you cry, and from soft, heart-searching music.

I am from the old style home with big, wide staircases, wrap around porches, railings and slate sidewalks.

I am from the forsythias, the pussy willows and lilacs.

I am from Sintra Klas and oli bollens, and singing hymns around the piano, from Anthonie and Aleida, and Sterenborgs and Eelmans.

I am from the weather watchers, the campers, the nurses, and the typists, the oil burner repairmen, the bakers and the cooks. I am from sea captains and fine keepers of the home.

I am from being afraid of what was hiding in dark closets. I am from staying away from old men in the park, not accepting candy from "bums" and not accepting rides from strangers.

I am from jumpropes and double-dutch, hopscotch and handmade beanbags, swings and seesaws, sandboxes and tricycles.

I am from knowing God loves me, died for me, and that I will be with Him, my Mom and Dad someday. I am from being forgiven, loved. I am from a God of second chances.

I'm from New Jersey, Holland - Texel and Amsterdam, boterkoek and chocolate chip cookies.

I am from the Dad who turned over outhouses as a child, pushed the peddles on the old Dutch pipe organ for his blind uncle as he played. I am from the dad who delivered coal, fixed oil burners, and fixed my bike. I am from the Mother who could knit, crochet, tat and sew anything without a pattern or a chart, and the stepmom who gave every ounce of her being to make my father happy.

I am old stuff, like linens and handmade quilts. I am old kitchen utensils, buttermolds, and rolling pins. I am old hymbooks, old recipes, old lace, and old pictures.

I am from my heart, my soul, my feelings, my prayers. I am from words that need to be written, hugs that need to be given, prayers that need to be prayed and tears that need to be shed.

I am from the Poet's Heart and I love to write and His Songs!


When I read Deb's version of "Where I am From" on another Blog, Manitoba Gardens, I just knew I had to join Deb and write my own. There is an invite there for all of you to do the same.
Click Here To Visit Deb's Blog and get the details about doing your own Where I Am From



For these things, I thank you, Lord:
28. A warm, loving hug from a neighbor and friend. It didn't need words to tell me her heart!
29. The smell of beans cooking on the stove!
30. A surprise gift in the mail that smelled of lavender -- so wonderful!!!!!
31. A beautiful card with promises of prayer and love.
32. The treat of bacon for breakfast!


Juri said...

Cor, what a beautiful post of where you are from! A lot of those places I come from, too!!!


Deb said...

Beautiful, Cora. Deb

Renna said...

It was beautiful, Cora. You are such a fascinating person!

Deborah said...

I loved reading this, Cora. Thank you so much for taking part in Where I Am From!

LindaSueBuhl said...

Lovely posting! About the grateful list I am so with you on the crisp bacon! Thanks for coming by my place - and glad we are both going to go to the same place eventually.bfobr

papel1 said...

Well Cora, First congratulations on winning that pincushion. Your post is beautiful and I envy that you can write like that. I just don't think the words would flow that easily for me.

Katy Lin :) said...

this is just beautiful! i also wanted you to know that i have given you a blog award! please come claim it at your earliest convenience :)

Lea of Farmhouse*Blessings said...

Cora, how beautiful to know you better! Each time you write about your life, you reveal yet another layer of beauty that helps me understand the wonderful person you are.

Thanks for inviting us to share. I am going to try to join you in "Where I am from!" next week.


Linda said...

I love this post! Every time I see a version of it, it turns out so poetic! Yet when I try, it just looks bad.. *lol*

I love that picture, btw.. I was going to post this on your other (father's day) post, but I had a hunch those two pictures were made in Holland.... ;)

Do you still celebrate Sinterklaas? Gosh, I hate that party.. it's ridiculously racist, yet the entire country insists it isn't and it's just 'fun'.... :P

Greetings from holland! (p.s. Oliebollen ROCK! my daughter insists on buying one, whenever we pass the oliebollen-truck in december)

Honest to Ya~Ya said...

I followed your link from Deborah's Manitoba Gardens. I enjoyed reading your post. I did a post like this a while back on a different blog...I'll have to dig it out and post it to add to her list.☺

ByLightOfMoon said...

Gosh Cora, I have always said," you are an awesome writer", this post is a book I would love to read. You had a beautiful childhood
but so sorry of your Mother's passing so young. You played with what I played with, the toys always homemade and loved so much. So many hours spent in childhood dreams the children today are inside on the computer so much and miss the playground.
Thanks for the journey,
smiles, cyndi

Nonnie said...

beautiful cora.....i don't know why you would want to edit ONE mentioned things that i am from also....and it made me smile! so sorry to be so late in reading yours.....i didn't realize you had visited.
thank you for sharing,