“Song, song of the south…..sweet potato pie and I shut my mouth…..”
“That’s what I love about the south….”
Now, here’s the thing about the south…south is a direction, being southern is a way of life.
Many moons ago, 24 yrs to be exact, I moved to a cold, desolate place with hardly any trees from a highly populated state with lots and lots of trees, red dirt, and rainy winters rather than winters that have 3+ feet of snow each year. As far as the eye can see in this densely populated state is flat crop land. It’s a beautiful place in the summer, but the winters are absolutely unbearable to me.
Where I come from, hey y’all is a completely normal, in fact it’s expected, greeting. There are two things to drink, Dr. Pepper and sweet tea. What we did for fun was chase lightening bugs, go swimming in the creek, ran bare-feet all summer long. Eating grits and corn bread for supper is perfectly acceptable. Everything else is pretty much fried.
We lived in what people call the backwoods where we hardly ever seen the neighbors, went cat fishing in the river where dad set trot-lines to catch a mass of them at a time. We heated our water on the wood heater for the bathtub on cold days and on the hot days (which were aplenty) we showered with the water hose. We didn’t have to worry about peeping toms or anything like that because, like I said, we were in the backwoods.We didn’t talk back to our parents and we played in play clothes rather than school clothes.
And friendly! People are so friendly in the south. Trust me, you don’t meet a stranger. Everyone you run into is a friend.
And sadly, I’ve been in the north way longer than I was in the south, but I will always have the heart of a southern girl. I faithfully say ‘yall’ all the time, dr. pepper is my drink of choice, I enjoy some fried chicken with homemade gravy and masked potatoes. And I go barefoot any chance I get.
Oh, how I miss the south.