My fibbin' brother and me-
This is a little something I duplicate-posted on my Sierra Vistas site.
I am from coffee cake from Bisquick and Neapolitan ice-cream, because, well, there were six different opinions in our household.
I am from the pink stucco house in the fog, up the steep hill near the Pacific Ocean, where our books always had a musty smell.
I am from the camelia bush in the shade by the front door, and the sleddable ice-plant on the back hill.
I am from a Protestant/Agnostic mix and reserved, from Norman and Dorothy, Fred and Edna, and Earl and Alice.
I am from both picnic lovers and bathroom readers.
(Paperbacks only!)From "Take those wet clothes off, you'll catch your death," and "Be home by five" which was always dinnertime.
I am from Methodist, then Lutheran. Sunday school
(fun) then church
(oh so boring.)I'm from Alamogordo New Mexico, via England, Ireland, Scotland, Germany, Austria and France, and from macaroni casseroles and Chef Boyardee spaghetti.
(ewwwwww!) From the time my next younger brother saved a boy from drowning
(his explanation for coming home with mud up to his neck,) and the time my mother was putting little red X's on the family calendar where I helpfully marked off the days she'd missed, leading to the birth of my youngest brother... and the first
(and only) time my mother swore!
(This wasn't the same occasion.)I am from the box of family pictures my mother always threatened to leave to me, which I now have, and in the process of sorting and scanning. Wonderful memories ensue each time I work at the task. All those familiar faces, and best of all... those smiles.