Without further ado...here is hers:
I’m from the Brooklyn brownstone, with a “stoop” and a porch.
From the Rose of Sharon gracing a storm cellar aside the “pulley-clothesline” .
I’m from the back-lot mulberry tree - summertime clubhouse.
From the Olsen’s Christmas Eve, cookies & a tree with “icicles and snow“.
From the Barrett’s surfside summer excursions with salty, sandy hands and egg salad sandwiches.
From serious, creative Norwegians and dry-witted, thoughtful New Englanders.
From God fearing immigrant Lutherans & hope-filled South Lancaster early-Adventists.
I’m from Soren, the Norwegian sailor who drowned in New York harbor, working to support his wife and 5 children (home in Norway).
I’m also from Rose who sang aboard a ship to earn money on her immigrant journey from England.
I am from treasured family albums, mostly black & white prints, of a by-gone era, of memories, sometimes vivid, other-times hazy, fragmented by time ….