Maire Kate Ritchie
Lives and Times
Significant Place
August 24, 2016
You're fully at peace, sitting in silence. There are no distractions or worries because you feel as if there is no one around. Worn, concrete steps rest under me as I breathe in the crisp air of harvest that surrounds the land. Being alone full of thoughts, thoughts I can put into affect unlike the Shakespeare's sister in A Room of One's Own.
Concrete sounds hard, but my family worked hard and still does for the farm my Grandma Morrissey owns. Farming is rooted in me because of the previous farms in Ireland of my ancestors. When I was younger my parents divorced and I spent a few years living with my grandma, mom and sister. Once moved out, visits were always anticipated. The steps were used as a base in games or spots for story telling. Stories that bring history alive. The smells of fresh picked or planted crops swarm you along with fresh breeze off the trees. You can't only just smell you can open your eyes to the beauty and the history that underlays the soil. I can sit there with memories beneath me. My grandmother's font steps can bring me back to being a humble child full of life. If those steps have made it so can I. I know where I'm from and that I can push forward for more.
