Where Do You Come From?

11 thoughts on “Where Do You Come From?”

  1. I come from people who arrived in the new world with nothing but the clothes on their back and at most, five dollars in their pockets. I come from people who made something of themselves, regardless of education or handouts. They did it on their own when there was nobody else. They did it through hard work and perseverance.

    Fine stock to be from, m’boy. Proud heritage!

  2. I already gave the short answer over on Marta’s blog, so I’ll just copy it here:

    I come from abject poverty, depression, neglect. From a small town where I never felt I belonged, but looking back, I did. From beautiful Nature who took me to her bosom in my worst times. From a mother who felt anything was possible, but couldn’t seem to manifest those possibilities. She also set me on the writer’s road.

    Thanks for coming by; when I saw your answer on mabelba’s blog, I figured you wouldn’t bother here. But I like the concision of your answer. 🙂

  3. My family is in so many pieces, it’s hard to know where I come from, but here’s a try… I come from a street with tall trees that sigh in the wind, blue skies, and pretty flowerbeds. I come from a house that I dreaded going home to. I come from strong and powerful grandparents. Where I come from a grown man will pick a fight with his ten-year-old daughter because he’s bored. I come from a mother who has blacked out large chunks of her memory from pure trauma. Where I come from schools have cozy libraries where you can hide. But that was all a long time ago now…

    We sound not so very different from your description. Similar paths walked. I’m glad you turned out as you did, and see it your own accord.

  4. i love your blog its fresh, creative and the topics are funny. There are lots of things you can do..when posting..Say you have nothing to say or repost and old one or just babble for a few seconds then sign off..so why in all that is right and just would u post someone else’s old post…I dont get it..its like when the joker beats up robin and does it cause batman was not available…anyway i thought the post was weird and it was not a knyt original ZMAN sends

    You misunderstood — this wasn’t a repost of someone else’s stuff. This is me posting about the same topic. Check out her blog and you’ll see what I mean. 🙂

  5. Thanks for this response. While there is nothing about the events, this is a wonderful piece of writing–in that it is honest and clear. Thank you.

    I should be thanking YOU. I didn’t have anything to say today until I read your thought-provoking post. 🙂 But … did I miss the point? “Nothing about the event” … which events? Should I delve deeper? You’ve got me thinking I blew it now! Awk!

    1. No! Oh me and my bad typing. Bad typist. Bad typist. No. What I was trying to say was that the post was wonderful, but I didn’t want to suggest I thought the events were wonderful. The things that happened are terrible. You writing about them is good.

      Whew.

      Ah, I see. No worries, it wouldn’t have been the first time I completely muffed my understanding of something. 😉 Thanks for taking the time to clarify; I appreciate the kindness you show me in so doing. 🙂

  6. I think if you look at a wide sampling of those of us that grew up during the time of Donna Reed and Leave It to Beaver, you will find that few of us had any where close to that ideal portrayed as “normal” family life.

    I come from a father who was a cop and felt entitlement from his position in a small midwestern city to make his family submit to his will. I come from a mother lost in self loathing and mental disease unable or unwilling to protect her children.

    I come from a place of abuse, pain and fear, a place bereft of loving smiles, touches or hugs. I come from growing up to young and being happy when left alone.

    I come from a place of wanting to fit in but not making it, standing out as the strange one not worthy of friends or champions. I come from a place of loneliness and sadness.

    I now come from a place of love, kindness and family togetherness. I still fall into the little girl lost realm occasionally. The realm of lost, broken promises and pain, fear. But I am lucky that these trips are few and far between as I remember that this has made me who I am and that I am a stronger person because of it.

    Good for you! Well said! I love that sentiment.

  7. You come from a place of perfection, where possibilities are endless and suffering doesn’t exist. Yes, you may have come from a hellish place as a child, but that was just Act One of the play. You built character. Wonderful, creative, strong and resilient character. Reality is beyond the stage…

    This is an amazing and courageous post and I am once again going to tell you that you have an incredible gift. You are a remarkable writer. Now go write some more. We’re waiting. 🙂

    Bless you, sweet person of tender heart. I’ll do just that methinks. This weekend, mayhap. Maybe. 😉 Thanks for stopping by and being so encouraging and uplifting. Souls like you make my life’s journey so much more enjoyable. I’m glad we’ve been so well met.

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