Where I come from…

Where I come from is Poquonock, Connecticut.  A micro town outside the airport in Windsor Connecticut.  I have not been here in, 20+ years?  Maybe more.  I drove through on my way to the airport as my friend drove.  I remember so much but so little from that time of my life.  Snippets of a child’s life

  • St. Joseph’s Catholic Church, the stairs I stood on waiting to receive my First Holy Communion
  • Poquonock Elementary School, the big tree in the playground we would sit under and pay Duck-Duck-Goose
  • The small market across the street we stopped in and got a candy after school
  • The pre-school I attended (I had brought my cat as show-and-tell, Thomasina , as we went into school; he jumped out of the box and ran away in the fields, never to be seen again.  Heartbreak for a 4 year-old.)
  • Rice Hardware, my Dad and I would stop in and get a few things, and Jerry Rice, the albino owner, with white hair and red eyes, so scary for me as a child
  • The funeral home and cemetery, where we have a gravestone for my Father.

These are all places and memories of my childhood.  Good, bad or just indifferent, they are places I recall.  I can drive by and see the location and think of the past but I don’t have to live there or be there again, only as a matter of choice.  Still, those memories are strong and my chest still feels tight, just thinking about it.  Wow, how powerful.  I want to explore a bit more in this area, travel down the roads to my home, and take a picture.  I think I want sketch my family home, share it with my siblings.  I have done this process for hundreds of clients now.  Think it’s time for Brenda Ross to go home to 55 Birchwood Road and see the past as Brenda Priest!

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