I am from the mountain with the blue lake, from hot pepperoni pizza, and good old mountain dew.
I am from the two story gray house with the big wooden deck with the howling wind whistling by my window.
I am from the Douglas fur, cherry blossoms, and fresh dew on the hillside.
I am from Christmas eve and eating paps famous spaghetti, from Adam and Katie and a loving spirited family.
I am from picnics on the 4th of July and Christmas with my grandparents.
From no place like home and a visit from Santa on Christmas eve.
I am from a Presbyterian backing in a little white church.
I'm from Morgantown, Italy, hot lasagna, kabushka, and hootenanny cake.
From the stories about granny Neighbors, the wounded rabbit and my husbands stories about the good old days.
I am from the burn proof boxes, the boxes in the attic and many photo albums on the top shelf.
I am from living for the future and staying with the present and loving my family.
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