Where are you from?

I have been reading several blogs that ask the question, Where are you from? I decided this would be fun to play along.

I am from a little brick ranch house beside our church. I am from walking to church with my family and best friend. I am from potluck dinners on the gounds with homemade ice cream being churned. I am a child of God.
I am from clothes washed on a wringer washer with Little Boy Blue bluing. I am from clothes hung on the line for the sun to kiss dry. I am from the smell of clean clothes being ironed. (One of my very favorite smells!).
I am from chicken houses, tobacco barns, smoke houses and equipment sheds. I am from running barefoot all summer long.
I am from climbing apple trees and riding bikes from sun up to sun down.
I am from vegetable gardens and eating ripe tomatoes right in the garden. I am from digging potatoes and picking corn and beans.
I am from the Golden Rule. Do unto others as you would have them do unto you. This is forgotten far too much today.
I am from hard working honest parents and grandparents who gave me unconditional love.
I am from fried chicken, fried apple pies, and chocolate cake. I am from souse meat, corn bread, and homemade biscuits loaded with butter.
I am from peanuts in my Dr. Pepper, Hershey bars dipped in peanut butter, and mint julep taffy.
I am from a wonderful marriage with the greatest husband of earth. I am from a teenage son who is such a joy to me.
I am from finally finding peace with who I am. Plain. Honest. Country.

That's who I am.
Blessings
Linda