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Mum likes reading, decorating, shopping with the girls, and Starbucks. She also feels funny writing in the 3rd person. Papa (also known as Sparky) is currently looking at me with a blank stare having asked him to add something about himself to the blog. (Now he wants to say something) The only thing he loves more in life than music and Coke is his wife and kids. (Awww...) :) Little Lotte is a genius on the computer and makes me fall over laughing every day with her quick wit. She loves computers and animals. Sweet Pea abandoned her family and moved to Phoenix for work and is now married as of 2/28/06. She is beautiful and smart and the most nurturing person I know. She gave me the greatest gift ever when she made me a grandmother. I am the proud Mum Mum to Andrew Christopher. There are no words to describe the joy of having a grandson!

Tuesday, June 10, 2008

Where I'm From

I am from pocketbooks, from Swanson’s and mercurachrome.
I am from the ghetto - harsh, dirty, piled with boxes of nothing.

I am from a dresser drawer, Shenanigan's and a Flying Nun doll.
From Easter baskets and blue foil paper.
From homemade paper hats with glitter
and bride dolls made from white, lace slips.

I have a feather in my eye and a sparkly belt buckle.
I feel hunger in my belly as I close my eyes to sleep.

I am from the irises, azaleas, and grave markers, the lily of the valley - small and white, pure and fragile.

I am from feeding ducks at the Hollow
and losing my temper easily,
from McNulty’s and McIntire’s and Copple.

I am from blue goblets and chicken bones.
From roaches and razor blades.

I am from the lilting Irish laughter and steadfast determination.
From eating orange flavored asprin and wanting to play with cash registers.
I am from glow in the dark praying hands, demon eyes and scratches.

I'm from Pennsylvania, and from Philadelphia to 1725.
From macaroni salad to Cheesesteaks.
From penny loafers to no socks or underwear.

I am from orange soda and Rudolph,
From pony rides and waving to a dying mother
From large crucifixes and strangers.

From the basement with pepper on my tongue and a wooden paddle raised in anger --
the hand reaching through the broken glass to turn the doorknob --
the horse placed in the window to find my way home.

I am from a very few sacred black and white photos that remain -
none of which
begin to even resemble
the rainbow of colors my life
has taken on
because of the family
I began to build
almost three decades ago.


Blogger Mia Turner said...

Missing Daddy much?


4:06 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

OK, Connie insisted I read this. Unfortunately I can understand many of the references.... I'd be sorry for it, but look at the wonderful human being you turned out to be.

Love, Bis Sissie

4:11 PM  
Blogger Mia Turner said...

Seriously though, I almost cried. This is the kind of thing you'd see in my college textbook. I like how it's all sad until the end. Black and white photos that don't begin to describe a colorful life... DUDE. That's ridiculously epic. :D

11:42 AM  

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