
I am from books, always books, and from embroidery thread gently sewed by my mom onto pillowcases, dresser scarves and tablecloths to brighten our home; and hand tools and farm implements.
I am from a house built by my dad, strong and square, filled with the smell of baking cookies.

(house before it was finished)
I am from fields of corn, and wheat and soybeans, tulips, and peonies in the yard, from musk melons and zinnias and weeping willow trees, and prairie grasses waving in the breeze.
I am from Saturday morning shopping trips and friends just stopping by for pie and coffee; from the Smith clan, the Millers, Castells, Briggs, and White clans.
I am from beer lovers and teetotalers; from non-church goers and the devoted. From being quiet and almost invisible to voices raised louder and louder to be heard over the others. From the extremes on both sides.
I am from a mother forced into a strict religion as a child who rebelled against all religions and I am from a church in Kansas where my grandparents attended, and the living rooms of people hosting my grandma's church.
I'm from the plains of central Illinois and a small village on the coast of England. I'm from the hills of Tennessee and Kentucky where I'm certain some moonshine might be involved. I'm from a cattle ranch in Kansas and a bungalow in town. I'm from cowboys and town folk.
I'm from ham and beans and cornbread, milk fresh from the cow, eggs laid that day, and homemade noodles and blackberry cobbler, and the best pecan pie ever. I'm from made from scratch cooking and hearty appetites and something always offered to a guest even if it was just a piece of toast and jelly.
I'm from men who rode the range and men who rode the rails and women who rode herd on their children.
I'm from old photo albums, and drawers and closets all stuffed with keepsakes and "the good stuff" being kept for a special day.
I am from plain, hard working ranchers, farmers, and railroaders. From a carpenter and a housewife who somehow lost their way.
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The fire is still burning out of control and has now burned over 80,000 acres. Unfortunately some lives have been lost as well as some homes. They do not expect containment on this fire until Sept 8th. We are fine. Today there isn't much smoke near us....I can see it way off in the distance but nothing like over the weekend.
And here is my journal page for the last day of August....
Aug 31:

I have to admit I didn't put my "all" into this one. And in real life it's more lavender than it shows here. I tried to fix it in an editing program but it seems washed out. So take my word for it, it's very lavender!














































