Muscadine Vine
Hickory
Sumac
These hills that reach to touch me
and encircle me with mirth
are the hills that I’ve called home
since the moment of my birth.
c Copyright, Freeda Baker Nichols
BANNER MOUNTAIN
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Freeda Baker Nichols 
The longest I lived anywhere was around 5 years and that has been in the last 8 years. Lots of memories but not of a hometown. This new home will be my last so it is my hometown with memories growing till the end of time
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My children don’t have a hometown. When asked where they’re from, they say, “My parents are from Arkansas.” As someone said, “A rolling stone gathers no moss.” 🙂 Thanks for commenting, Donna. Your memories are what’s important–write them down, and enjoy them.
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Short and sweet!
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Thanks!
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Simple but it conveyed so much love in few words.
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So good to hear from you again. When will your new book be out?
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It seems no matter where we live our hometown will always seem like home. When i think of the place i grew up, it brings back so many memories, mostly good.
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Thanks for your comment, Ginger. You are so right. No matter how far we may roam, our home place and our childhood memories are close in our hearts and minds.
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