~I am from sun kissed poppies in the breeze, from baking Cheerios by Lodi Lake and Jackson Coney dogs.
~I am from the ranch with the red brick courtyard, crepe myrtles and Japanese persimmon tree.
~I am from the blooming bougainvillea bringing spring, the Bing cherries in summer, the Flame Tokays in fall and juicy, sweet, tart and tangy citrus in the winter.
~I am from summers swimming and deep grey-blue eyes, from Shinns and Bergers, Allens and Lapiccirellas.
~I am from a smile and laugh that can light up a room, and the quiet man with the hard-knock past.
~From pinochle and root beer floats, rising pizza dough by the radiator and 4-H fashion shows.
~I am from Catholic Baptists, Methodist ministers, the simply spiritual and happy non-believers.
~I'm from land like the Holy Sacrament, cities by the Bay, the big White Mountain, Copperweld Steel and Kelsey-Hayes. I’m from summer Barbecues in the winter, stuffed bell peppers, and homemade marinara.
~From the chaplains of the Presidio, Shiloh, and Hornet, and the patriotic Quaker widow at the Sugar House.
~I am from the memories in my great-grandmother’s hope chest, the many gifts from generous people, and the unknown treasures yet to be found.