On Banner Mountain, where I grew up, I scrawled my very first creative writing in the form of a poem. Written with pencil, on wide-ruled paper, possibly a Big Chief tablet, the rhyming words reflected my love for my mother. I was about nine years old at that time. I am the sixth of seven children of Walter and Frona Baker.
There was something about being from Banner Mountain. An awesome experience, really, to have grown up there. Little did I know that falling in love with a young man from a nearby town would uproot me from my beloved Banner Mountain and take me far away to many cities and even to the romantic country of Spain. We lived in Mirasierra, actually, a suburb of Madrid, for more than a year. Spain is a beautiful country with the deepest turquoise skies imaginable. It was there I wrote my first short story.
As I continue to write, my thoughts often return to my Banner Mountain. Good times. Good neighbors and friends, the kind that made our country strong in hopes that their offspring would inherit their faith and determination to keep our homeland free.
© Copyright, 2012, Freeda Baker Nichols