I grew up in Maryland. If I got north of Pennsylvania, folks thought I was a Johnny Reb. South of Virginia and Damn Yankee. You just couldn’t win.
Well shoot... you grew up in MD... whaddya epect!? ;-)
I met a guy who rode his HORSE to school in Southern MD in the 80s! Near Zekia swamp. He even called hisself a SMIB :-)
He was as Reb as they come. Wounded at Pittsburgh landing (Shiloh), Chickamauga, and Nashville. Artillery captain and a bit of a glory seeker, I think.
Commandant of the local UCV Camp after the War. They had a testimonial dinner for General Sherman and gave him the freedom of the city.