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I am from the old church Sunday School house with the yard that goes on forever, painstakingly perfected by my parents.
I am from the marina rose bush and the smell of freshly cut trees.
I am from Christmas brunch and fierce devotion, from Lowe and Whitefield and the Leach legacy.
I am from dedication to the Word and dedication to the family.
From scarecrow bones and the Michelin tire monster.
I am from 11 am church services and punch in Andersen Hall.
I'm from the flat landscape of the District, the mountains of the Cherokee and the hills of
From the ship carrying my grandmother back from Africa as a child mourning the loss of her missionary father, the strength of an iron worker on the Empire State Building, the ability to make anything sprout forth from the earth with hard work and dedication and jars and jars filled with the fruits of that labor.
I am from boxes of pictures in the basement, old sticky album pages faded with time, ship manifests and census reports. From love letters home from the Korean War, passport photos and newspaper clippings.
I am from wood fires and love of trees. Sunday Redskins games and a little girl’s unwavering devotion for her father. I am from family, faith and hard work. A legacy.Where are you from? Let me know if you post this so I can read yours as well!