What started as an interesting chat between bloggers about where we were from, has morphed into a writing exercise and is now a poem!
One of our group kindly sent me the template she had used for writing a poem about where we’re from. So I decided to approach this as a writing exercise.
I loved the challenge it posed and tried not to spend too much time thinking, instead letting the words and memories roll out of my head.
I broke it into two pieces, then and now.
Where I’m from – then
I am from a sunburnt country, small coastal towns, the beach, the bush and the ever-present sunshine, except for when it rained.
From Noel, the iconic bronzed Aussie, and Sheila, the quintessential English rose – a fortuitous blind date and love at first sight.
I am from the housing commission streets, courtesy of a Navy lifestyle and later the bush block every Aussie dreams of building their own home on.
Rough, ready, wild, and happy, the first child and grandchild, always feeling the love.
I am from the eucalypts, the willow trees and the bush
Scenting the air and providing places to play.
I’m from family camping holidays, the importance of manners and listening to all kinds of music and talks.
From my sister and my brother, ganging up on me, making fun of me but ultimately being my friends.
I’m from the freedom of childhood and staying out all day with friends, with no-one knowing where we were until we returned home for dinner at the close of day.
From being told to behave; and do as I say, not as I do; being seen but not heard and never back chatting. Trying my best, doing my utmost to be good and a credit to my parents.
I’m from Sunday School, choir, elocution lessons, Brownies, Girl Guides and Venturers with experiences to cherish. Running, swimming, cycling, bushwalking – always encouraged.
I’m from Murwillumbah, from original Australian stock with the colour showing through – big brown eyes looking at wonder at the outside world.
Pressure cooker dinners, brains, lambs fry, homemade custard and eat everything on your plate. Family parties, celebrations and hanging around in the hammock on the back verandah, games in the backyard, table tennis competitions, days at the beach, Sunday drives ending with an ice cream and fish and chips wrapped in newspaper.
From the family get togethers, the laughter, the fun, the generational love shown in a variety of ways. My Pop jiggling the coins in his pocket before selecting a few to handover as he said goodbye, carefully adding them to my moneybox; my Nan’s perfect nails and the Sunday night tradition of painting them, as I continued to chew on mine; the quiet love of my other Nan, looking at her favourite mountain from her kitchen window every morning and when she could no longer see it, we would be her eyes and tell her what it was doing; the tobacco smell of my other Pop and the lines on his face telling a story, even as his mouth didn’t move.
What I am today is due to where I’m from.
Where I’m from – now
I am from the mountains, the high country, above the valleys, a place called Tumbarumba.
From the coast, to the city and finally at home in the mountains.
I am from a beautiful place, a small town, a caring community, isolated, rural, but never down and out.
Character building, strong, resilient, forging our way ahead as we have done for many years.
I am from native bush, forests, vineyards, orchards, green fertile valleys, farms and slopes scarred by bushfire damage. Wild untamed hills abound with kangaroos, brumbies and unique wildlife. Snow-capped mountains, gurgling creeks, flooding rain, warm sunshiney days.
Walking and riding in this area – always a delight.
I’m the mother of three daughters, growing up and ultimately leaving the nest, gone but not forgotten, their trips home increasingly more enjoyable, as they realise what they once had.
My husband teaching much of the town at school and on the sports field, joining in groups to help the town grow. Now retired we both continue this service in a variety of ways.
I’m from the belief that in helping others, helps you just as much and charity starts at home.
From the house we’ve made a home, and the lifestyle we’ve created, the happiness flows.
I’m from a position of gratitude and boldness, as life marches on, making the most of every opportunity and trying hard to keep up.
As the children settle and the grandchildren arrive, the light continues to shine in our lives.
The house comes alive when they visit and mourns them when they’ve gone, until the next time.
From the family who loves to travel, we will continue to stay together despite the current tribulations thrown at us.
I’m from hardy, resilient stock and bask in the love of my family wherever they are in the world.
That’s where I’m from today!
Thanks for reading my words and I hope they give you an idea of where I’m from and where I’ve come from to be who I am today!
This was a great way to ‘explore’ myself, looking back through my memories and thoughts to see who I am today from where I’ve come from. Denyse’s optional prompt for #lifethisweek is all about exploring, so pop on over for a look at how others interpreted explore.
Bold and beautiful is where I’m at!
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A tragic accident at age 17, resulting in a Bravery Award from the Queen, didn’t deter Debbie from travelling the world. A young retiree, after being made redundant from her 22 year career managing education programs in a men’s correctional centre, she now loves reading, blogging, riding her ebike and a good cup of tea! Also known as Granny Debs to her 4 grandchildren.