Monday, April 5, 2010

Weekend Magic: Back to My Roots


The husband and I enjoyed a sunny Easter weekend back home with family. My sister Kimberly and I dug up daffodils and daylilies from the edge of Grandma’s yard to transplant to the flower bed here in Richmond. In Grandma’s yard the brick borders have fallen and lay covered in weeds, but working in her garden brought back memories I hadn’t thought of in years. I remembered childhood afternoons spent playing among the irises and hyacinths while Grandma created Eden inside brick borders.


My family has lived in our small town for about seven generations, a time spanning over two hundred years, and my parents' farm has been in the family about a century. It is our place. We see our ancestors as clearly in the creeks and fields as we do in the old portraits Kimberly and I found in Grandma’s spare bedroom. Are you rooted in a place? What about it draws you? Would you be the same person if it wasn’t for that place?




6 comments:

  1. My family moved around a lot when I was younger, so I don't have a place like you do. But my grandparents had a cabin in the mountains of New Mexico that I adored. The land itself was so grand and beautiful.

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  2. Your grandparents' home sounds beautiful. It is interesting how often grandparents give us that magical place.

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  3. I love your blog's mission statement! Right on, my friends . . . communal/ community writing/sharing . . . and love the synchronicity!

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  4. Hmmm. I'd have to say off the top of my head, probably Nana's basement. There were so many good times shared there, and I never felt hindered creatively speaking. Who else would have let me paint the walls and wrap the pipes with ribbons? I'm just sad that I can't go down there without getting the icks from mold & mildew. Such an awesome place though. :)

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  5. Oh yes, Nana's basement is definitely a special place.

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