Where I'm From

I am from cast iron skillets, from SPAM and yellow mustard.

I am from the green stucco house, cooled in the summer by daddy's hose.

I am from the tomato patch, the lilac bushes and the sound of wind chimes.

I am from Christmas at Gramma Ellis' and obesity, from the Petersons, Tilstras and Lamberts and Harm and Kate.

I am from the card sharks and peacemakers.

From those damned Indians and trailer trash.

I am from hardy midwestern Dutch Reformed and Lutherans. We love deviled ham sandwiches, fruit punch, and expect kids to be seen and not heard.

I'm from Harrisburg, SD, Dutch, German and Indigenous, scrambled eggs with tomato sauce and parsley and spice cake with coffee frosting.

From the explosion of the haybailer containing Uncle Lydell from which they only recovered his glasses, the birth of a dark chocolate baby boy to two white married folk, and the man who changed his last name to match his best friend.

I am from musty black pages, cemeteries filled with stones, the house with the splintery stairs, the rabbit hutches & strawberries, rattlesnakes, cowboyhats and alcohol-as-medicine, carnies, horseback riding and Watkin's salve.

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