Things only people from the South know

8-27-03 | Unkown

[mjp]

most southerners have two first names

My grandmother's name is Willa Bell.

My grandmother's name was Allie Bell

[TexasCowboy]

LOL!
I was pulling a cotton sack when I was six years old.
My mom made one for me out of one of her's that had the part of the bottom drug out of it.
We pulled the bolls and all.
Our gins were equipped to handle the bolls and stems and leaves.
'Course when they started defoliating, there weren't many leaves left.

I have a picture of my dad standing in long staple Pima cotton in Bakersfield, Texas.
He was 5'11" tall. The cotton is over his head.

[dixiechick2000]

"mixed the grits with sausage and eggs"

I have a recipe for a casserole that I make every Christmas.

It has grits, cheese, eggs, and sausage...and is real good eatin'.

[Oorang]

I'dnit a little early for pig-picking or are y'all having cold weather now?

Sorry I didn't reply last night; it got to be past my bed time:-)

It's our family reunion (North Carolinians since way before the war of northern aggression) so what else you gonna do but a pig-pickin!

[dixiechick2000]

Wow! I bet after spending the afternoon working in the hot Texas sun, those watermelons taste like the necter of the Gods.

[TexasCowboy]

"If you can wade through the grease in Denny's,"

Okay, that's better!
I was about to start a campaign against Denny's!

[dixiechick2000]

Oh goodness...I wouldn't want to be the cause of another campaign against Denny's.

They've had more than their share of troubles alredy.

[mjp]

Sleep tight, and don't let the bed bugs bite, may coon ass Mommoo used to say.

Lord 'ave mercy

[yarddog]

I see where the expression about walking in high cotton came from.

Here in the Florida Panhandle the cotton is typically about 3 feet high.

Of course it has been many years since cotton was picked by hand.

[TexasCowboy]

I've pulled a lot that was only about three feet tall.
You need knee pads to stay on your knees all day.

There's an art to pulling cotton:
You don't exactly put the pulled bolls in your sack.
The opening of the sack is on the right side, and it's gapped open.
You bend your arms and start at the bottom of the stalk, pulling the bolls and letting them roll up your arms into the sack.
For a big part of my younger life we made our living as migrant workers, and we had to pull a lot of cotton to be able to eat regularly.

[Oorang]

It's only 2 hours from here

Are you in Franklin County, by chance?

[Oorang]

I hope you realize that before I went to bed last night I had to get some fatback out of the freezer to soak the salt out. This morning I had to have fatback and corn pone with cracklin for breakfast. All because of this thread. It's all your fault!

Thanks!

[WKB]

Thanks!

You are welcome

[Just_de_facts]

For those of you from Mississippi try these memories on.

Len Lews and the Triangle club at the crossroads.
Long leisurely supper at Justines in Memphis.
Dancing and drinking with "W" girls at the Southernaire.
Steak and tamales at Does in Greenville.
The Stardust Club tween Leland and Greenville.
Drunk sorority girls at The Gin in Oxford.
Pralines at Stuckeys on the way to the Gulf Coast.
"John Bell, He's Swell".
"Roll with Ross".
Paying year for lasts years bills with your furnish check and then buying a new car.
Brains and eggs at the Artesia railroad cafe at three a.m.
A nine foot Bulldog slung over your shoulder.
Your biggest creditor is P.C.A.
COFO workers.
The Egg Bowl.
Theodore Bilbo
A. K. Vardaman
Lucius Quintus Cincinattus Lamar
Deer hunting at Cordy Brake and Steele Bayou.
G. Chiles Number 7 Grocery and nightclub in Belzoni.
A John Deere 4020.
Stoneville 213.
Downtowner in Jackson circa 1965.
Southland Mall in Whitehaven in the early 60's.
Confederate Museum in the Old Capitol.
Smell of pulp mills and saltwater marsh in Biloxi.
The smell of gin smoke and lint floating.
A Seeburg blasting out "Barefootin" at 2 a.m.
Big Yank overalls and brogans.
Skullpop and Shlitz chaser.
Cresswell and Critz dorms in Starkville.
Where the Southern crosses the Dog.
Camp Tallaha.
Tailgating in The Grove.
Eating at Brennans, K-Pauls, and Commanders Palace in the same day.
Honeysuckle, Kudzu, Magnolia Blossoms and Mimosa trees.
Watching submarine races at the marina in Jackson.
Front plates on cars with Sorority and Frat affiliations.


And the list goes on........

[blam]

"Somewhere's right around Crestview maybe?"

That seems about right.

[gitmo]

or when you meet yourself in the curve

You must live where the cows have longer legs on one side than on the other.

[TexasCowboy]

Gitmo, were you in Gitmo?

BTW: I love your tag line - so true, and that's probably the only way they'd ever learn it!

[gitmo]

A Southerner know what hush puppies are for.
You eat 'em with your fish. Preferably catfish.

Originally, down in old Charleston, folks had the kitchen separate from the house. It kept the house cooler in the hot summers, and it lessened the chance of house fires. When the cooks fried up a mess of fish, they had to carry the meal across the yard to the main house. The dogs were the biggest obstacle to a safely delivered dinner. So they would fry up some extra batter to toss out toward the fence, for the dogs to eat. They called them "hush puppies" because that would hush up the hounds and guarantee supper got delivered.

[gitmo]

Gitmo, were you in Gitmo?

I grew up in Gitmo. I was there from 1959 till 1968 with a brief intermission for the Cuban Missle Crisis. My family loved it there. It was a wonderful place for kids to grow up.

BTW: I love your tag line - so true, and that's probably the only way they'd ever learn it!

I've been razzing a couple of Canadian guys at work. They had complained that Americans don't know anything about Canada. I told them we would know all about Canada when we invade it for the oil.

[gitmo]

Southerners are reticent to demand someone do something, even the young'uns. It's much more polite to 'let' them do it. If they don't you politely whup up on em.