I am from
I am from a city built of honeycomb coloured stone.
A city of elegant crescents and squares.
A city built on the wealth of Slave Traders.
I am from a paternal grandfather who enjoyed the football at Twerton Park.
I am from a paternal great grandfather who came home shell shocked from the Boer War.
I am from a paternal great great grandfather who entered running competitions on the streets of Bath.
Abel ran – he was a printer on the Chronicle.
I am from further up the Avon River.
Close to where John Hallett the cheesemonger lived.
The Whitings lived close to Lower Bristol Road.
Paradise Street, Wood Street, Westmoreland Buildings.
I am from a paternal grandmother who always wore a blue dress.
I am from a maternal grandmother whose first child was born when she was 38.
I am from a family of women who sewed their own clothes.
A family of women who did other people’s laundry.
I am from close to Twerton Roundhill.
A place we played on Sundays.
I am from the Sandpits – formerly a Brick and Tile Works.
I am from the Brickfields – a short cut through Victoria Brick Works.
I am from close to the Somerset and Dorset line.
The train that took us to the south coast.
I am from days on the beach of a Devon or Dorset resort.
I am not from a place where I saw a seahorse for the first and only time.
I am here now – and this is my home.
Heather Anne (Bristol)