I think this started as a meme. I’ve read several outstanding versions of it over the last year, and I thought I’d like to offer it as a PROMPTuesday, so…
This week, tell us who you are, what’s inside, where you’re from. Share your memory fragments, those visions in your head, those figments that make you, you. What bits and pieces formed your whole? Are you whole? Tell us.
The original meme asked for the basic “I am from” format below, so let’s keep it like that. And if you know the person who created this meme in the first place, tell them thanks for me. I think it’s powerful.
I am from fjords and potatoes.
I am from homemade bunny cakes and Lay’s tuna casserole.
I am from wood-paneled station wagons and Helen Reddy 8-tracks.
I am from running in Wisconsin woods and climbing trees, from rolling in grass with sappy fingers.
I am from hiding ’til twilight in cul de sacs and marinas, from Ghosts in the Graveyard, from falling on glass.
I am from tended field and strawberry rhubarb picked for pie.
I am from airplanes and mountain roads, from asphalt and pine.
I am from backyard barbecues, rusty swingsets and muggy August rain.
I am from plaid skirts, bowling trophies and wooden rulers.
I am from metal pie tins, lefse, and spritz.
I am from bawdy women, from silent and tearful women.
I am from pulling fingers for farts.
I am from squeaky bar stools, beer in cans, and Wurlitzer jukeboxes.
I am from a canopy bed in green chiffon.
I am from Styx’s Paradise Theater and Rick Springfield’s Working Class Dog.
I am from Doctor Demento and Svengali. From UHF and antennas.
I am from sailboat races, tobaggons and haunted houses.
I am from onionskin Bibles in gold leaf, corniced Grandfather clocks, and silver dollars saved in musty shoeboxes, for when it rains.
Looking forward to this! Meanwhile, check out the PROMPTuesday archives here.