Where is one place you consider home and how does that place define who you are?
One place I consider home is the two person swing beneath a gigantic limb on an old oak tree in my grandma and grandpa’s yard.
My grandpa was a storyteller, and I loved sitting in the swing with him and listening to his stories,
I also loved sitting in that swing with my grandma while he was telling stories and hear her whisper, “He’s full of you know what.”
He was a heating and air conditioning foreman by trade but a farmer by heart.
The summer I moved back to Greenville he planted 750 tomato plants in his garden. I helped him plant, nurture, stake, hoe and pick 15,000 pounds of tomatoes that summer.
Whew.
We were full of something, but it wasn’t you know what. It was tomatoes!
Being with him helped me become a good listener.
Working with him helped me nurture a compassionate heart.
Really, my home was a person.
(from Writing About Home with Yurina Yoshikawa, Hub City Writers Project, April 17, 2021)
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