Who I really am?

I am from Magnolia trees,
From seesaws that creak,
I am from broke down cars,
And alligators in a country pond,
I’m from apple jelly cakes,
Pineapple banana pudding,
Hot sauce on fried chicken, and
Cheesy ramen noodles.
I am from one eyed teddy bears,
Plastic hot pink stick on nails,
and books of ol’ time poems.
I am from the generation of
Johnnie Rucker, Fat,
and Louis.
I’m from the memories
of the deceased
reddish brown hair like granny
prominent fingers like Auntie
and a molded figure like ma.
I am from cotton picking,
grain whacking,
Church singing,
country folks.