I am from…

I am from Clyde and Drusilla, William and Hattie, Albert and Emma, George and Elizabeth, Daniel and Nancy, William and Ittle, Charles and Minnie.

I am from colonial Connecticut, New York and Pennsylvania, Wisconsin and Minnesota farmland, the Oregon Trail, Arizona Territory, California.

I am from the converging objects of the universe perpetually written to me;  and, I must get what the writing means.

I am from Grandma’s pasties and spice cookies, Mom’s macaroni and cheese, pinto beans with hamburger, pear crisp, Auntie Beth’s carrot cake.

I am from Broadway show tunes, Bach, Beethoven, Brahms, opera, Billie Vera, Bette Middler, and Miss Otis Regrets.

I am from Little House on the Prairie, Little Lord Fauntleroy, Leon Uris, Harper Lee, Charles Dickens, Boris Vian, L’√©cumes des jours, J’irai crachet sur vos tombes, Froth on the Day Dream.

I am from the Mickey Mouse Club, I Married Joan, I Love Lucy, M*A*S*H, Moonstruck, Steel Magnolias.

I am from bike riding, piano lessons, Steele Lane Chorus, Schurman Drive, fort-building, roller rink skating, junior college, U.S. Navy, veterans’ educational benefits, graduate school, Herr Professor Dr. Dennis, Sir.

I am from men who smoked too much, drank to much, worked too hard, died too young from heart disease and prostate cancer.

I am from strong women, intelligent, self-reliant, no-nonsense, homemaking, professionals, not defined as their husbands’ chattels, survivors.