What am I thankful for? 

Many, many things. My grandmother who is my best friend, my confidant, and the one that supports me incessantly. My friends – some of which I truly consider to be family. My education. My freedom. My business. My sweet Muffie, a rescued kitty. 

However, that’s not what I want to discuss.

I am, at the core, thankful to be a Kentuckian. 

I am grateful to have the opportunity to live in the City of Louisville.

But, even more than that, I am grateful to be from Southern Kentucky – Russell County, God’s country, the land of milk and honey.

Let me tell you a little about it. 

I am from the country folk: bluegrass-pickin’, pie-bakin’, God-fearin’.

I am from the Tulip Poplar, the cardinal, the Goldenrod.

I am from soup beans and cornbread, one-lane roads. 

I am from the church revivals, the Lord’s Prayer, wilted lettuce sopped in bacon grease.

I am from the plowed garden, the cast iron skillet nearing its fiftieth year.

I am from Phelps Acres Farm: smooth tobacco, endless corn, homesteaded in 1798.

I am from the Cumberland River, Rockhouse Bottom, Lake Cumberland, where Daddy lost his life.

I am from the white farmhouse: white-glove parties, pearls, yellow gold.

Overalls, sunhats, and work shirts, too.

The early mornings, the late nights, the endless work, the fried chicken, the elongated speech.

I am from these people – the ones that work hard, strive for Beulah, sweet Beulah land, those that enjoy the simple things in life.

I am from that version of Kentucky – and there’s nothing that I am more thankful for.


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