I am From Paper Snowflakes and Gesso-Coated Fingers

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Mixed media painting on canvas by Nancy Hildebrand. This was also inspired by our farm.
Mixed media painting on canvas by Nancy Hildebrand. This was also inspired by our farm.

I am from paper snowflakes, gesso-coated fingers and mismatched antique chairs.

I am from the tall red house steeped in mist and ferns and cedar. I am from the patio herb garden and rocky forest trails.

I am from pigeons’ wings on Granville Island, home-roasted coffee and bedtime rounds of “old maid.” I’m from an 1827 wooden fort and library square, from hand-written letters and photoshop.

I am from the long lane to the bus and wiener roasts in the woods, from Helene’s Christmas and my brother’s “friends of the day.”

I am from cracking black walnuts on the chesterfield in front of the TV, picking up stones among the soybeans and from pictures on the wall.

I am from frozen, snowless soil, bread bags in boots, warming mitts on the woodstove, and Friday night Rook with popcorn. I’m from heaps of books under my pillow, from writing books and French poetry, from skipping out of gym.

I am from “Delayed obedience is disobedience” and “A bird in the hand’s worth two in the bush” and “Baby Beluga in the Deep Blue Sea.”

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A painting inspired by my memory of the landscape of the farm where we grew up. Mixed media on canvas.

I am from family roadtrips in the green station wagon, nights in the orange canvas tent en route to the Thousand Islands, PEI, and Little River Lodge.

I am from the hundred-acre farm a mile from the lakeshore, a thousand miles from anything else. From the maple sugar woods, the barns my great grandparents built on the land their forefathers claimed. From the maple tree whose roots stir up chips of china from bygone days. I’m from heaps of mouse-nibbled letters, leather postcards and rusty hat pins.

I am from meat and potatoes, hand-cut kernels of corn and dessert at every meal. I’m from curry and caramelized onion and fig pizza and chili in a pumpkin.

I am from Lacolle and St-Jean and vintage clothes shops in Montréal. I am from blustery prairie winters, Northern Lights and Scrabble with Downhere.

I am from all over Canada, yet rooted and grounded in land that has no form, in the cloth of restless and real faith.

I am from black and white, from a decade of grey, from creating life in full colour.
mg_7323 Linking up with SheLoves. Where are you from?

I was inspired to write this by my sister’s post.

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  1. Hi Nan, beautiful! I also wanted to include the bread bags in the snow boots, but since I had already mentioned snow boots left it out 😉 I especially like the line “I am from the hundred-acre farm a mile from the lakeshore, a thousand miles from anything else.” Describes the feeling of where we grew up well!

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