12 August 2008

Where I'm from

From a George Ella Lyon poem, brought to my fuller attention by a very dear friend.

where I'm from

I am from silicon and vacuum tubes, from the dawn of the electronics age. I am from twenty-five minutes after midnight... the moment I was born, my father was installing the very first IBM System 360 at Bell Telephone.

I am from the City of Brotherly Love, from the only city ever to have actually bombed itself.

I am from the oak and maple, from the pine and rolled sod. I am from farms turned into winding streets of sameness, and I am from construction sites and the service corridors of dead shopping malls where I played as a boy.

I am from the moving-away, the leaving-behind of family when estrangement is better than conflict. I am from Donatangelo Acciavatti of Abruzzo, from Erminio Acciavatti of Philadelphia... who was called Dan when World War II broke out.

I am from cousins I had to meet on Facebook because our families don't talk. I am from emails filled with pictures of ancestors I never knew.

From "you could have gotten an A if you tried harder" and "everything that happens, happens for a reason, and it serves you."

I am from Jesus, Mary and Joseph, the Holy Family. Also, the curse: "Jesus, Mary and Joseph!" I am from Ceridwen, and Aphrodite, from Mercury, from White Buffalo Calf Woman, and Erzulie. I am from Shakyamuni Buddha and nothing at all.

I’m from the valley of the Delaware River. I'm from gravy that simmers on the stove all day Sunday, from shells on Monday and spaghetti and meatballs on Wednesday. I'm from scrapple Saturday morning.

From the anarchist that escaped Italy before Mussolini came to power, and from the aunt who gave her children up for adoption when her new boyfriend didn't like them so much. And I'm from the woman who lost the love of her life at 31, and sucked it up to raise her son single-handedly, without a whimper of complaint or a moment of self-pity.

I am from a precious cache of photos, dog tags, yellowed newspaper clippings and keepsakes in the next room, one of the few things I brought from San Diego, which was one of the few things I had brought from Hawai'i, which was one of the few things I had brought from San Francisco, and one of the few things I had brought from Philadelphia.

I am from all these things, and the letting go of all these things.

4 comments:

Michelle | Bleeding Espresso said...

Beautiful. I was born at 21 minutes after midnight; my dad was eating pizza and watching the World Series....

From "Jesus, Mary and Joseph!" to scrapple, yeah, I think we lived on the same street.

Candace Dempsey said...

Paolo,
we miss you. Where the hell are you now? I am so envious of your open road.

Nobody remembers what time I was born. Our family was that large and that Italian. They didn't even take baby pics.

Thanks for bringing back the gravy memories.

Boots in the Oven said...

Very nice. I was born at 1:30 in the afternoon, and my mom missed lunch. Our upbringings sound very different... :-)

The Daily Rant said...

Paul - this is wonderful! I've been planning on doing one of my own since I saw it on Bleeding Espresso, but haven't gotten it all together yet.

And if you're going to look for us, we're a White 1997 Freightliner FLD with Illinois plates! Yeah, that should narrow it down to about, oh, a few hundred thousand trucks!