When I was 14 years old I went to live with my
grandmother, Nanny to me. It was the culmination of several years of
battle with my mother, and it was the best thing that could have
happened to me. I lived with her from 1984 until 1988.
Her little place in the world on Abbott Road is the
place where I am most strongly connected. The place is so intertwined
with the person, my Nanny, that I can't separate the two.
When I started thinking about this project, I
immediately knew that Abbott Road was the place I had to write about.
There was only one problem, I had not been to Abbott Road since 2003,
right before my Nanny passed away. I know that my "Sense of Place" will
never be diminished because I carry it with me, but I was curious to
find out if the actual place still holds the same magic that it does in
my mind. I quickly realized, as we started down Abbott Road last
weekend, that it does not, but I am a tumble weed and I have moved from
nothing special to nothing special for so long that Abbott Road, even
the Abbott Road that now exists only in my mind, is the only place that
I feel such a connection for.
I will never physically be on Abbott Road again. I am
certain of this. But, I will always carry it with me, and pass it on to
anyone who is interested.
I have decided to tell you my "Sense of Place" story
through a "Where I Am From" poem. I believe the originator of the
"Where I Am From" poem is George Ella Lyon.
My first version of this poem, written in about 2001, or
so, called "I Am From" can be viewed at the link on the left.
"I Am From: Completed"
I am from a long time coming because I really must
be going. Long trip longing.
I am from a cookie on the porch, handed to me by
her, all the way to being all grown up and having a life handed to me.
By her.
I am from a new beginning in the Great Smoky
Mountains, Canton North Carolina, Abbott Road.
I am from a strange journey filled with wonder and
fright. Would I be welcome, was this for real, could I really stay as
long as I wanted?
I am from a little lady named Katie Lou Laney,
Nanny to me. Yes, I was named after her. I must live up to that name.
She was barely 5 foot tall. She was a giant. Cute and tiny, filling my
world. I wanted to keep her in my pocket.
I am from a tin trailer. Long and lean. Drafty.
Leaky in spots. A palace.
I am from knowing she would be there, waiting for
me to get home, sitting at her end of the kitchen table.
I am from a front porch with a glider of green.
I am from many rides in a green Dodge Dart. Scary
rides given that my Nanny was very likely to be guessing where the road
was. She was legally blind in one eye. She liked to drive fast.
I am from nights spent playing Scrabble with my two
Great-Aunts and my Nanny. Aunt Dean was the reigning champion.
I am from cold winters with frozen pipes. I am from
lots of snow and ice. Closed school for weeks. Yippee! Oh, no! You have
to make that up in the end?
I am from cool summer nights sitting on the porch
listening to frogs talk to each other about frog business. I am from
wishing I could speak frog.
I am from hot summer days at the Laundromat. Nanny
called it the "hellhole". Saying that made her giggle.
I am from fragrant, wild flower filled, springs.
Lots of honey suckle. I am from wondering why there is so little honey
in each flower.
I am from a creek in my yard that ran deep in the
spring and shallow in the summer. Tin trailers were made for the sounds
of rain and creeks.
I am from the divinity one can only find in
perfectly made, hot, potato soup, yes, with cheese please. Cornbread in
the cast iron skillet is the best cornbread.
I am from a bad cook who loved to fix me a plate,
and then stand over me before I was finished so she could wash the
dishes. Eat those last three bites fast, or you won't get them.
I am from a steep cow pasture begging to be rolled
down. Yes, you hit poop. Who cares? It was fun.
I am from a mountain filled with blackberries,
waiting for me, luring me. The blackberries liked to hang around with
ticks. Life is a trade-off.
I am from long walks to, and from the bus, that
never got boring.
I am from a steep driveway that led to tranquility.
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