I have some friends from central Georgia. The father and 6 uncles were all ministers who all “got the spirit” at the same time in a tent revival back in the 50s.
Good people who held to a few simple rules. Don’t curse around the womenfolk, A handshake is a contact, and a favor done without without being asked is one that will be repaid the same way.
I had a flat tire one time and my friend’s dad said he would pick me up so I could get it fixed. Two hours later I was wondering where he was and he showed up with 4 good used tired all mounted and ready to go on my truck. I spent the rest of that summer checking in with he and his wife to see if they needed any help with things.
On the other hand there are plenty of good folks here from the north who are the same way. One of the old timers in my home town showed up and gave a car to a friend of mine. Said he got a good deal on it and couldn’t pass it up but didn’t need it. He told my friend he could pay back the $500 when he could.
Thanks for sharing those memories. Sounds like a lot of the same kind of folks I grew up around in the Fifties. As Lonesome George Gobel used to say, “They don’t hardly make them kind no more.”