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MY SOUTH
Ever Vigilant ^ | Robert St. John

Posted on 02/14/2002 9:01:00 AM PST by sheltonmac

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To: Twodees
Your hate mail is on my delete before reading list. If you really want me to know what the last one was you will have to find some small fraction of inner courage and post it in public.
181 posted on 02/14/2002 12:24:56 PM PST by DonkeyHodee
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To: sheltonmac
My southern childhood memories include drawing water from the well in the afternoon so the washtub can warm up for a bath in the backyard. Drinking cold water from the dipper that was always on the kitchen counter.

Going to the Washateria once a week to do laundry when we were tired of fooling with the wringer-washer that was out in the wellhouse. The deep freeze filled in the summer to last the rest of the year. Mad Butcher and Piggly-Wiggly.

Worrying about "the fastest snake on earth" catching us when we went down the path to the two-holer. And slop jars! The corn crib that was the summer bedroom. An uncle who had a rubber hand because his was cut off at the Georgia-Pacific pulp plant. Cedar posts cut for 50cents each. Riding in the back of the pick-up named Bessie to the country store to get real peppermint sticks.

Listening to Charlie Pride. Wondering what lived under the propane tank. The smell of the pig pen. My grandmother's buscuits. Eating rabbit my grandfather shot and killed my mother told me was chicken. Decoration Day at the family cemetary and "hellfire and damnation" sermons. Singing good Fanny Crosby hymns at church and "When the Roll is Called up Yonder" at the one-room white church. Baptisms in the creek.

Listening to rain on the tin roof. Collecting sweet gum balls. Stray dogs that showed up to birth a litter of pups under the house. Listening to rattlesnakes out in the field. Watching my grandfather shave in a tin basin with a straight razor then rub alcohol all over his smooth face and bald head, then roll his own with Prince Albert in a can. And the best, sitting on the porch shelling butterbeans and black-eyed peas or shucking corn with my cousins, watching folks ride by and waving to perfect strangers.

182 posted on 02/14/2002 12:25:25 PM PST by Ligeia
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To: Illbay
You don't let your wife put sugar on her grits, do you?
183 posted on 02/14/2002 12:25:55 PM PST by sheltonmac
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To: DonkeyHodee
Yo! Don't start sesquipedalianizing unless you mean it!

Admit it--you're anti-semantic.

184 posted on 02/14/2002 12:29:02 PM PST by wimpycat
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To: all
Good thread, aside from that one annoying self-righteous snot-nosed donkeypoopee ... southern culture is the only culture in the world that it's OK to for the leftists to denigrate. Makes them feel all superior ... but I know better ...

All this southern food talk has got me hungry ... I'll be heading over to Mary Mac's for supper ... fried chicken, turnip greens, black-eye peas, and some banana pudding for dessert ... and sweet tea, of course ... Y'all be good ...

185 posted on 02/14/2002 12:35:09 PM PST by spodefly
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To: wimpycat
It's a sad thing when semioticism effloresces in senectitude. Oh well, if she dies she dies.
186 posted on 02/14/2002 12:37:02 PM PST by DonkeyHodee
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To: sweetliberty
>>...I remember my first encounter with some KKK types...<<

As late as the mid-1970's in my hometown, the KKK would hold fund raising roadblocks at major intersections just like fire departments do today. They'd be dressed in their hoods and cloaks holding their buckets out at stopped cars.

I got into photography in my teens and one night I learned of a KKK rally outside of town. This was one of the rallys where they'd set a cross on fire and such.
Well, some friends and I decided we'd go and sneak our cameras in under our winter jackets. I was scared to death. I got REALLY scared when we got to the rally and were "asked" to donate money by a robed Klan'er holding a machine gun. Naturally I forked over some cash!

During the rally, I noticed some newspaper photogs shooting so I felt it was safe to take my camera out and shoot a little film. I got some great shots of the cross burning ceremony.

187 posted on 02/14/2002 12:40:27 PM PST by FReepaholic
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To: oyez
Bump for Eastabuchie
188 posted on 02/14/2002 12:42:10 PM PST by standorfall
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To: nopardons
Thought you'd like this thread, nopardons, and the following funny. :0)

BLESS YOUR HEART~~~~~~

Someone once noted that a Southerner can get away with the most awful kind of insult just as long as it's prefaced with the words, "Bless her heart" or "Bless his heart." As in, "Bless his heart, if they put his brain on the head of a pin, it'd roll around like a BB on a six lane highway." Or, "Bless her heart, she's so bucktoothed, she could eat an apple through a picket fence." And if you can smile sweetly when you say it, that is even better. There are also the sneakier ones : "You know, it's amazing that even though she had that baby 7 months after they got married, bless her heart, it weighed 10 pounds!"

As long as the heart is sufficiently blessed, the insult can't be all that bad. I was thinking about this the other day when a friend was telling me about her new Northern friend who was upset because her toddler is just beginning to talk and he has a southern accent. My friend, who is very kind and, bless her heart, cannot do a thing about those thighs of hers, was justifiably miffed about this. After all, this woman had CHOSEN to move to the South a couple of years ago. "Can you believe it?" said my friend. "A child of mine is going to be taaaallllkkin' liiiike thiiiissss." Now, don't get me wrong. Some of my dearest friends are from the North, bless their hearts. I welcome their perspective, their friendships and their recipes for authentic Northern Italian food. I've even gotten past their endless complaints that you can't find good bread down here.

The ones who really gore my ox are the native southerners who have begun to act almost embarrassed about their speech. We've already lost too much. I was raised to swanee, not swear, but you hardly ever hear anyone say that anymore, I swanee you don't. And I've caught myself thinking twice before saying something is "right much"; "right close"or "right good" because non-natives think this is right funny indeed. I have a friend from Bawston who thinks it's hilarious when I say I've got to "carry" my daughter to the doctor or "cut off" the light. She also gets a giggle every time I am "fixin" to do something. My personal favorite was uttered by my aunt who said, "Bless her heart, she can't help being ugly, but she could've stayed home."

To those of you who're still a little embarrassed by your Southernness: take a dose of redeye gravy and call me in the morning. Bless your heart! And to those of you who are still having a hard time understanding all this Southern stuff, bless your hearts, I hear they are fixin to have classes on Southernese as a second language!

Bye Bye, y'all!

189 posted on 02/14/2002 1:02:01 PM PST by JudyB1938
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To: DonkeyHodee
It's a sad thing when semioticism effloresces in senectitude. Oh well, if she dies she dies.

Say which? Remember, I was raised in a barbaric impoverished hellhole and don't know nothin', except that, aside from the fact that your assertion reflects your prejudice towards Southern ways and history in relation to other regions of the U.S., "delusive" or "misleading" would have been a better term to use than "fallacious". Never use a fancy word when a plainer word will do.

190 posted on 02/14/2002 1:08:32 PM PST by wimpycat
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To: stboz
I remember Tuminellos and Maxwells as a boy.....and the old Hwy 80 bridge. We had a lake house and deer camp over at Lake Bruin on the LA side. The 90 mile drive from Jackson seemed to take forever back then. "Gone are the Days" as they say.
191 posted on 02/14/2002 1:11:35 PM PST by wardaddy
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To: sheltonmac
She wouldn't DARE. She likes to sleep in the same house with me.
192 posted on 02/14/2002 1:11:46 PM PST by Illbay
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To: sheltonmac
Let's all stand, place your hand over your heart and sing....."Oh, I wish I were in the land of cotton........

Ahhhhhh, such sweet music!

193 posted on 02/14/2002 1:12:08 PM PST by sola gracia
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To: wtc911
It goes like this: If you are not from the South your domain is lower than the plane of fecal matter. If you are domiciled South of the Mason-Dixon boundry your relm is higher than fecal mater and your horizon could be endless.
194 posted on 02/14/2002 1:38:02 PM PST by oyez
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To: txculprit
"but we are perplexed at why they've outlawed beef for Bar-B-Qs"

Bless your heart, you really DON'T get it do you? The south is defined by its relationship with barbeque and pigs and cattle are what separate the "south" from the "west." East Texas is kinda borderline, kinda like northern Florida.

195 posted on 02/14/2002 1:51:35 PM PST by sweetliberty
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To: JudyB1938
Now JudyB1938, that was right nice.
196 posted on 02/14/2002 1:53:40 PM PST by blam
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To: sola gracia
I wish I was in the land of cotton, Old times there are not forgotten, Look away, look away, look away, Dixie land! In Dixie land where I was born in, Early on a frosty mornin', Look away, look away, look away, Dixie land! Then I wish I was in Dixie, hooray! hooray! In Dixie land I'll take my stand, to live and die in Dixie, Away, away, away down south in Dixie, Away, away, away down south in Dixie. Old Missus marry "Will de Weaber", Willium was a gay deceaber, Look away, look away, look away, Dixie land! But when he put his arm around her, He smiled as fierce as a forty pounder. Look away, look away, look away, Dixie land! His face was sharp as a butcher's cleaver But that did not seem to grieve her; Look away, look away, look away, Dixie land! Old missus acted the foolish part, And died for a man that broke her heart. Look away, look away, look away, Dixie land! Now here's a health to the next old missus And all the gals that want to kiss us; Look away, look away, look away, Dixie land! But if you want to drive away sorrow, Come and hear this song tomorrow, Look away, look away, look away, Dixie land! Dars buckwheat cakes an' injun batter, Makes you fat or a little fatter, Look away, look away, look away, Dixie land! Den hoe it down and scratch your grabble To Dixie's land I'm bound to travel, Look away, look away, look away, Dixie land!
197 posted on 02/14/2002 1:54:48 PM PST by kellynla
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To: sheltonmac
the Southeastern Conference is the kingdom and Clemson is the outhouse...
198 posted on 02/14/2002 1:55:50 PM PST by Gamecock
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To: oyez
Deliverance could mean the red zone...safe from the liberalcrats--carter--clinton--turner--gore--reno!
199 posted on 02/14/2002 2:05:29 PM PST by f.Christian
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