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That quilt got me homesick—kinda.

I know, like, two prayers. One of them is the Johnny Appleseed Prayer, which I occasionally hum to soothe myself when I am nervous. It reminds me of my hometown, Fort Wayne, IN, where Johnny Appleseed (the original hippy?) is buried. I learned the prayer at Camp Potawotami (interestingly, the site of a very early racial memory). I hated camping, but I secretly loved this prayer, which we were required to sing before every meal. This is the version we sang: 

Oh, the Lord is good to me,
And so I thank the Lord
For giving me the things I need
The sun, and the rain, and the apple seed.
The Lord is good to me.
Amen.
Amen, amen, amen.
For giving me the things I need
The sun, and the rain, and the apple seed.
The Lord is good to me.