in praise of the South

Interesting fact about me. My Irish Clan traces back to the 1620's in Ireland, England and Wales. In the U.S. pieces of the clan have been here since before the Revelution (200 family members fought in that war) and have lived in New York, Virginia, North Carolina, Kansas and Oklahoma before moving to Oregon and Washington.

We've totally avoided the south. What does that say?
 
Interesting fact about me. My Irish Clan traces back to the 1620's in Ireland, England and Wales. In the U.S. pieces of the clan have been here since before the Revelution (200 family members fought in that war) and have lived in New York, Virginia, North Carolina, Kansas and Oklahoma before moving to Oregon and Washington.

We've totally avoided the south. What does that say?

That you're missing out...that your family hasn't chosen wisely where to live. ;)

(except for North Carolina, of course)
 
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Interesting fact about me. My Irish Clan traces back to the 1620's in Ireland, England and Wales. In the U.S. pieces of the clan have been here since before the Revelution (200 family members fought in that war) and have lived in New York, Virginia, North Carolina, Kansas and Oklahoma before moving to Oregon and Washington.

We've totally avoided the south. What does that say?

Ignorance is bliss.
 
Just an observation.

Cloudy started a nice, positive, humorous thread that wasn't hurting anyone in the least and along came a couple of Cons to fuck it up.

Cons are psychopaths, that's why they become Cons.
 
That you're missing out...that your family hasn't chosen wisely where to live. ;)

(except for North Carolina, of course)

Watch it, girlie! Don't make me come over there.


Besides, Jenny doesn't know the difference between North and South Carolina. She thought Mark Sanford was Governor of North Carolina.
 
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  • sweet iced tea with lots of chipped ice.
  • sweet potato pie
  • fried apple pies
  • good barbeque with lots of Brunswick stew and dill pickles on the side
  • Coca-Colas in the bottle
  • ice boxes (not refrigerators)
  • the Southern drawl (when coming from the mouth of a gorgeous woman) that is so sexy it makes you want to sit and listen for hours
  • pecan pie
  • front-porch swings
  • old spirituals like 'Swing Low, Sweet Chariot'
  • making love on an old quilt in the thick grass on a summer night
 
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ps

urban kids (like those elsewhere in the US) at college who know about instances of 'cow tipping' ... and want to try it. :devil:
 
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  • Dixie Beer
  • sultry August nights
  • fans
  • Stuckey's
  • pecan rolls
  • "How's your Mama and them?"
  • chivalry
  • respect for the ladies
  • men who always rise from their chairs when a lady enters the room
  • Spanish moss
  • verandas
  • jonquils
 
I wish I were in the land of cotton. Old times there are not forgotten. Look away. Look away. Look away. Dixie Land.
 
OH, and you have to have a chili dog from the Varsity anytime your team plays in Atlanta....best damn dogs south of NYC/ Nathan's.
 
  • IBC Rootbeer
  • moonpies
  • chicken and dumplings
  • "a little happy" (ask lesbiaphrodite ;) )
  • people that say "hello" whether they know you or not
  • men that open doors for anyone
  • children that "please" is close to their first word
  • hearing "y'all" pronounced correctly and with love
  • being underestimated because of your accent, but knowing all along that you're laughing at them, not with them
 
Moon Pies
RC Cola
PBR Beer
White socks
Highwater pants
big dice

and thats what I love about the SOUTH
 
Being Southern is rocking on the front porch, listening to a chorus of crickets and watching the lightning bugs flash as the daylight fades to darkness. It’s the sweet smell of honeysuckle and cut grass on a hot summer day. It’s lemonade and mint julep and Coke. Yes, “Coke,” not pop or soda. To a Southerner “Coke” is generic for any type of cola.

Biscuits and gravy is the national food of the South, with fried chicken coming in a close second. Other foods common in the Southern states are fried okra, fried green tomatoes, fried squash, and fried taters. Notice a theme here? Frying is the proper way to cook Southern food, and yes it’s “taters” not potatoes. Chocolate pie and blackberry cobblers round out the meal some Southern sweet treats.

Southerners love fast cars and 4x4’s. From the days of moonshine running to NASCAR, a little gasoline and motor oil has always run through a Southern boy’s veins. John Deere green could be considered the official color of the South and the old rebel battle flag is flown with pride.

One thing that is not the South, at least not in my memory, is the Klan. If you watch a movie or television show set in the southern states, you’ll almost always see a reference to the Klu Klux Klan. But I, being from and always living in the South, have never seen men with pointy hats marching down the streets. In fact, the only times I see them on the news they are in Indiana or Montana in the north. While racism is still found in the South, from my travels around the country, I have found it no more prevalent than any other region.

Southern deities would include Elvis, Hank Williams, and Earnhardt. There is probably one Baptist or Methodist church for every square mile in the South. The difference between he two is that the Baptists are the ones that held the keg party last Saturday night.

There are several types of women in the south, with the Southern belle and the wildcat being the most popularly portrayed. The belle is a well-educated woman who speaks in a proper, yet slow Southern drawl. This woman would never be seen in public without her hair fixed to perfection, and is probably the one with white carpet inside her home. She is the wise and gentle Southern lady.

The wildcat is the opposite. She’s the Daisy Duke character. She’s a daredevil tomboy that may be seen from time to time with rollers in her hair at the supermarket. She has a fast accent filled with enough “y’alls” and “ain’ts” to make an English teacher want to commit suicide. She is up front with what she wants and if she doesn’t get it she just might kick your ass.

A combination of the two is the Scarlet or Jezebel, a Southern lady with a feisty disposition. She will get what she wants through conniving and intricate plots. She is the seductress.

Men fall into the Southern gentleman to good ole boy categories. The gentleman is the patriarch plantation owner or politician with the good ole boy being the beer drinking, ex-football player with the 33-inch mud tires on his 4x4.

Another thing that is associated with the South is manners. I can’t remember how many times someone from the north has remarked about how polite everyone was in the South. This is because, in our youth, nothing would draw more wrath from your parents than rudeness. We are even polite when we insult someone. I once saw a comedian express this with a “Bless their heart” observation. A Southerner can talk about anyone, and as long as the comment ends with “Bless their heart,” it’s accepted as polite. (Example: That Darlene is the biggest whore in town. Bless her heart)
 
We are even polite when we insult someone. I once saw a comedian express this with a “Bless their heart” observation. A Southerner can talk about anyone, and as long as the comment ends with “Bless their heart,” it’s accepted as polite. (Example: That Darlene is the biggest whore in town. Bless her heart)

Yankees think "bless your heart" is expressing compassion.

Bless their hearts. :D
 
And, don't forget, "Oh me," the universal expression, situationally based, which demonstrates a variety of emotions.
 
Knowing how to use the terms 'Y'all' and 'All y'all' properly in a sentence. For example: "Y'all be careful now, y'hear?" "All y'all goin' down' ta' Leroy's this evenin'?."

All soft drinks are 'Cokes' unless otherwise indicated.

Pecan pralines.

Blackened fish and meat.

Hush puppies and corn fritters.

Front porch appliances...refrigerators, washing machines, etc.

A well off Southerner has two cars on blocks in the front yard.

Having a permanent indentation of a snuff can in your jean's back pocket.

The ability to fix any machinery with a wrench, screwdriver and a pair of pliers.

Sweetened iced tea.

Being able to carry on a conversation and not inhale gnats.
 
Yankees think "bless your heart" is expressing compassion.

Bless their hearts. :D

"Bless their little hearts," when you want to really stick the knife in.

And...

There are Yankees and Damn Yankees.

The Damn Yankees are the ones who stay
 
Knowing how to use the terms 'Y'all' and 'All y'all' properly in a sentence. For example: "Y'all be careful now, y'hear?" "All y'all goin' down' ta' Leroy's this evenin'?."

All soft drinks are 'Cokes' unless otherwise indicated.

Pecan pralines.

Blackened fish and meat.

Hush puppies and corn fritters.

Front porch appliances...refrigerators, washing machines, etc.

A well off Southerner has two cars on blocks in the front yard.

Having a permanent indentation of a snuff can in your jean's back pocket.

The ability to fix any machinery with a wrench, screwdriver and a pair of pliers.

Sweetened iced tea.

Being able to carry on a conversation and not inhale gnats.

You aren't really southern, are you TE?
 

Once upon a time, this place was Sothren. It has been overrun by persons drawn to feed at the government trough and, as a result, has largely been destroyed. There are still some remnants in small pockets but you have to know where to look to find oil paintings of ancestors in butternut and gray. The average person hasn't a clue. Con artists, fast talkers, swindlers and persons of no integrity or sense of honor now abound.

 
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Deer season with bag limits high enough to feed the family all winter and clear into the next spring.

Wild turkey both spring and fall

double guns and blooded bird dogs

bobwhite quail that sit like sportin' gentlemen for the pointers

Spring goose season

you can make gumbo out of anything.

good beer but the red wine, on the other hand . . .

treein' hounds and squirrel dogs
 
I still haven't ever been anywhere near the south and I'd really like to experience all that you're talking about some day. Maybe I'll be able to convince the husband that he wants to visit there too.

Don't think I could live there though. Some things scare me a bit. :eek:
 
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