Here is Tracy's WIF

Where I’m From
By Tracy

I am from a clothesline with clothes flapping in the wind, from Coca-Cola in a glass bottle and Ivory soap.

I am from the tilled dirt of the big family vegetable garden full of corn, tomatoes, and butter beans.

I am from the azaleas and the magnolia tree in whose branches I could sit and read.

I am from family reunions and bad eyesight, from Ken and Elaine, the Pyrons and McCords.

I am from the worry-warts and the blue-eyed blondes.

From if so-and-so jumped off a bridge, would you? and if you can’t say something nice, don’t say anything at all.

I am from Baptist churches, Just As I Am and all the old familiar hymns.

I’m from an army hospital in Germany and Fayette County, Georgia,
Sunday roast beef and Ma’s fried pies.

From the old homeplace near Statesboro and mule-drawn wagons, the grandparents who scrimped and saved, and the concerts with my sister in the basement.

I am from an old family Bible that is crumbled with age, black and white pictures of ancestors and shared stories at family reunions.