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.
"Old Sparky" just waitin to be cranked up.
No .. I from yankee land .. I was born and raise in Philadephia .. or as some up her pronouce it Fulladulfya .. *L*
My husband grew up in Alabama .. his family moved up this way in the late 70's
I was taught how to pull dough, but I was so tiny, that I had to kneel on a chair. Mostly though, I just sat and watched and absorbed how things were done/what they smelled and looked like. I can remember being around 3 and thinking that cooking was " MAGIC ". Good food IS "magic ".
What a wonderful Aunt you had. I'm sure that that cherished apron was worn, by you, with pride and a great deal of happiness.
=( got me missing it now
My mom does too.
each part has it's own beauty though... I love Northern VAs rolling hills, western/west VA for the mountains, tidewater for its rich history, and even the VA beach/Norfolk area is great.
Yes, he was. After reading your post, I did a little research on him. I learned things I never knew.
The reason I find this all so strange is that he lived around the corner from me, and his girls were all around my age (older and younger, and I knew them all).
I knew he was a former football player, but I didn't know he was so accomplished.
Oh, no! I hope you didn't look too hard for this song, which is a wonderful song BTW. Your hubby has great taste in music.
Thanks for taking the trouble to "hunt" for it. ;o)
I remember that book! You described it perfectly.
And, no'm...
OMG! You're kidding! My first boyfriend lived in Chester.
Ol' Sparkey gets quite a workout in Texas. lol
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