Posted on 08/24/2003 7:38:34 PM PDT by WKB
Only a true Southerner knows the difference between a hissie fit and a conniption and that you pitch one and have the other.
Nobody but a true Southerner knows how many fish, collard greens, Turnip greens, peas, beans, etc. make up a mess.
A true Southerner can show or point out to you the general direction of "yonder."
A true Southerner knows exactly how long "directly" is - as in "Going to town, be back directly."
Even true Southern babies know that "Gimme some sugar" is not a request for the white, granular sweet substance that sits in a pretty little bowl in the middle of the table.
All true Southerners know exactly when "by and by" is. They might not use the term, but they know the concept well.
True Southerners know instinctively that the best gesture of solace for a neighbor who's got trouble is a plate of hot fried chicken and a big bowl of cold potato salad. (If the trouble is a real crisis, they also know to add a large banana puddin').
True Southerners grow up knowing the difference between "right near" and "a right far piece." They know that "just down the road" can be 1 mile or 20.
True Southerners both know and understand the differences between a redneck, a good ol' boy, and trailer trash. <> No true Southerner would ever assume that the car with the flashing turn signal is actually going to make a turn. True Southerners know that "fixin" can be used both as a noun, verb and adverb.
A true Southerner knows how to understand Southern a booger can be a resident of the nose, a descriptive ("That ol' booger!") or something that jumps out at you in the dark and scares you to death.
True Southerners make friends standing in lines. We don't do "queues," we do "lines." And when we're in line, we talk to everybody.
Put 100 Southerners in a room and half of them will discover they're related, if only by marriage.
True Southerners never refer to one person as "ya'll."
True Southerners know grits come from corn and how to eat them.
Every true Southerner knows tomatoes with eggs, bacon, grits and coffee are perfectly wonderful; that redeye gravy is also a breakfast food; that fried green tomatoes are not breakfast food.
When you ask someone how they're doing and they reply, " Fair to middlin.", you know you're in the presence of a genuine Southerner.
Southerners say "sweet tea" and "sweet milk." Sweet tea indicates the need for sugar and lots of it - we do not like our tea unsweetened, "sweet milk" means you don't want buttermilk.
And a true Southerner knows you don't scream obscenities at little old ladies who drive 30 on the freeway? You say, "Bless her heart" and go on your way.
YOU WERE IN MIAMI FOR A WEEK?
AND YOU DIDN'T LET ME KNOW!?!?!?!?!
When we weighed up the bolls were part of the load.
They didn't like a lot of leaves, and they would always watch as you dumped in the trailer to make sure you didn't have rocks in your sack.
The best way I've found to cure a cast iron skillet is with a good coating of hog lard and cooking for about thirty minutes in a hot oven.
. . . You'd think her poppa hung the moon
. . . the bee's knees
. . . lower than a snake's belly in a dried up gulch
LOL!
Ain't heard that one!
It is common knowledge that Jerry Lee Lewis, Mickey Gilley and Jimmy Swaggart are cousins. I recently learned that all three have the same middle name.
My priest's daddy, Malcolm Lee, named his sons David Lee and Michael Lee. David Lee was expected to follow the tradition, but has been a disappointment to Malcolm Lee.
My daddy was Robert Lee.
Yep. I took that a couple of weeks ago waiting in line at a What-a-Burger down there. I just happened to have my camera handy and couldn't pass that up.
My first sack was a "gunny sack" that mama sewed a strap on. That was 1939 and I was six. I have a photo in my album...
There where? It's coke here.
No, in some parts it was rocks.
When my dad landed the job of foreman on the cotton farm in Bakersfield, he had to hire wet backs to go in front of the mechanical cotton picker to gather up the rocks so it wouldn't tear up the spindles.
You weren't too far ahead of me.
I was born in 1939.
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