I am from
Covington, Kentucky on the Ohio River across from Cincinnati, Ohio, a child of a saxophone, clarinet, harmonica-playing father who started a band at 17, and a mother who at only 16 he hired as his pianist. From a house full of jazz, blues, classical, swing, big band, country, singing Mitch Miller Christmas album songs from sheets of words. I am from Catholic grade school, exchanging holy cards for Valentine’s Day, daily mass, wearing a chapel veil. May crowning, praying rosaries & novenas—ingrained in guilt, unworthiness, beseeching forgiveness.
I am of German descent. From goetta, braunschweiger, German potato salad, grilled baloney, potato pancakes, skewered city chicken, grilled cheese sandwiches during Lent, Barq’s cream soda & vanilla ice cream floats. From Reese’s produce truck, Finke’s meat market truck, the ice cream truck’s soft serve, Eskimo pies, & drumsticks. From candy cigarettes, jawbreakers, nonpareils, wax lips, candy necklaces you wore all day around your neck before you eat it, & Nabisco wafers we pretended was Holy Communion.
From old streetcar tracks, the woods of Lookout Heights, tree houses, vines to swing on, honeysuckle licks, blackberry & mulberry picking, collecting buckeyes, & shiny rocks. Outside games: Red Light/Green Light, Simon Says, Kick the Can, Ghost in the Graveyard, jump-roping, Cat-in-the-Cradling, ice-skating on frozen lakes, roller-skating on sidewalks, dragging wagons up hills, riding down at breakneck speed, electrified & terrified.
I am from family walks after dinner, hanging our warsh on a clothesline in the backyard, fried chicken picnics for summer concerts at Devou Park bandshell, Coney Island rides: The Wildcat, Wild Mouse, & The Lost River. Weekend country drives, travel to state park campgrounds to tent & pop-up camp, singing in our old Ford station wagon, counting cars & states on license plates, naming shapes of clouds.
From a mother who sewed us Halloween costumes, dresses for Christmas & Easter, who taught me to sew at 8. I’m from hand muffs & mohair sweaters. Noxzema cold cream for sunburns, Vicks chest rub for colds, stinging Mercurochrome for cuts. A paternal German grandfather who started a drycleaner business my dad & uncle continued. I am from a maternal grandma who prayed for pets & people as she walked her neighborhood, nursed cats, dogs, & neighbors back to health. Because of St. Vitus Dance (Sydenham chorea), she wasn’t supposed to live past her teens, was warned not to get pregnant because of a bleeding disorder, but birthed two daughters & lived to almost 88. Who told me Never let anyone see you cry, a belief I reject with all my heart.
~ Inspired by George Ella Lyon’s “Where I’m From” project
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This is beautiful! I can picture every detail!
Thank you, Anna.
This is lovely, Karen. You take us with you on a trip through time and space. I especially love this stanza:
“From old streetcar tracks, the woods of Lookout Heights, tree houses, vines to swing on, honeysuckle licks, blackberry & mulberry picking, collecting buckeyes, & shiny rocks. Outside games: Red Light/Green Light, Simon Says, Kick the Can, Ghost in the Graveyard, jump-roping, Cat-in-the-Cradling, ice-skating on frozen lakes, roller-skating on sidewalks, dragging wagons up hills, riding down at breakneck speed, electrified & terrified. ”
Amazing!
Thank you, H.A. I was blown away by your “Sunday Semiotics” poem.
“hanging our warsh on a clothesline in the backyard,” I love this poem for all the familiar details of growing up in a place with such a German presence. Both my grandmas had clothes lines in their very different yards. And we called wash cloths “warsh rags.” I so love this poem! Beautiful!
Thank you, Roberta! Yes, we used “warsh rags” too. To this day, I still say “warsh” instead of “wash.” Can’t break that ingrained habit.
And why would you? I say hold to who you are. Hold tight.
Amen to that.
Touchè!
George Ella really started something, didn’t she?
This is a fine addition to the legacy, Karen. Congrats!
Thank you, Kevin. George Ella is such a treasure. As are you!
This poem really showcases your attention to detail and talent for listing meaningful things. So much here I can also identify with! I love how you even bring in the sounds – “warsh” and a quote you do not live by.
Thank you, Nancy!
lol, this lovely poem showed up twice. I posted a note but am glad to add it here again:
Previous note to your apology for it being long:
No apologies! I love every word. All necessary!
Hard to choose a favorite line but edging out the others is “hanging our warsh on a clothesline in the backyard”
Thank you, Pam.
I love your precise details, Noxzema cream, candy necklaces, buckeyes, Braunschweiger, Simon Says etc. you marked a place and time and your family,
Thank you, Linda.
Karen!!!! You had me at potato pancakes! Even though this is KY, it mirrors so much of my German heritage in WI, especially the neighborhood walks. Everyone sat out on porches and talked to neighbors who walked past. I see something new that I ah=ha each time I read through! May I say – Thanks for the memories!!
Great details! Love the way the lists go fast–seems like one’s life passing before one’s eyes, the way it does for many of us.
Thank you so much, Taunja.
Wow! So much culture and so much of you and your family’s history condensed into those five potent paragraphs. Well done, Karen!