[SonnyBubba]

I remember the old South. Riding on Sunday afternoons with my parents in a car without air conditioning, seeing coveys of Quail crossing the roads, the green pastures,kudzu patches and smelling the sweet aroma of the South Alabama countryside.
I also remember the White only bathrooms in a place we went for ice cream.
The land was and is still beautiful, and I’m glad some of the old ways are gone.

[girlangler]

I’ve spent my entire life in the South.

Remember all day singing and dinner on the ground at church? Walking barefoot along a paved road when it was so hot it melted/stuck on your feet?

Old country stores that sold coal buckets, ice cold cokes in a bottle?

Remember ice docks (where you could go and buy a big block of ice?

Shucking sweet corn and snapping green beans when they “came in”?

Fishing with a cane pole and bobber?

Getting stung by a wasp and having someone put a chewed plug of tobacco on it to stop the stinging?

That’s the South I remember. It’s changed a lot, nothing like the old days.