A Year Just Flew By!

So I am taking a Writers' Workshop class this summer, and I am having the opportunity to write in my Writers' Notebook every day in class.  It has been a long time since I have taken the time to write down my thoughts.  There are always thoughts up there, but they rarely get written down or even shared with anyone.  We have also been doing an "inquiry" project and one of the things that I have been reading about is blogging.  I mentioned to a couple of the ladies in class that I have a blog.  I couldn't even remember the name of it though!  So I sat down tonight to try to find it and see how long it has been since I've written anything on it.  WOW!  It's been a whole year.  Where did the last year go?  Thinking back I realize that last summer was a bear, and life has just been non-stop since then.  School, work, church obligations, and family have been keeping me so busy that I hardly have time to breath.  Anyway, this Writers' Workshop class has been such a treat for me.  I actually get to sit there for a few hours a day and talk and learn more about something that I really have a passion for, teaching students how to write.  I even get to do it with some great fellow TWU students.  It's been a real pleasure.  Here is one of my pieces of writing.

Where I’m From

By Marla Robertson 

I am from library books,

from Bottle Caps and Chick-o-sticks.

I am from the home built by my father’s hands

(Cozy, lived-in, comfortable).

I am from plum trees,

apricot, pear, and cherry orchards –my childhood friends.

I am from large family picnics with cousins

and tent camping in the Uintahs,

From Lena Barker and C J Hansen – gone too soon.

I’m from the church on Sunday

and the be anxiously engaged,

from you can be anything and clean your plate.

I’m from knowledge brings success and fulfillment

and it’s the only thing you can take with you.

I’m from pioneer stock,

meat loaf and stroganoff.

From the valedictorian, librarian mother,

the “I’d better get educated” father,

and the tradition of Bachelors, Masters and Doctorate degrees.

I’m from temple spires,

baptisms, and sealings.

From weekly library visits, Where the Red Fern Grows,

and Run Dick, Run Jane.

I’m from cousins next door and Grandma next to them,

from Kick the Can and sledding in the back yard.

From grasshopper and honeysuckle soup,

and canning cherries and peaches with Mom.

I’m from feelings of safety,

bear hugs, and freedom.

From personal responsibility and loving stability.

I am from four books of family history, lovingly preserved.

From boxes of pictures and mementos in the closet

and frames of black and white memories on the wall.

I am from faithful, hardworking, loving ancestors.

I am a legacy of where I’m from.