One thing that always becomes glaringly apparent when I travel is that I love being from the South.
Literally. Love.
I was riding along today, thinking about being Southern and all it means to me, to my life.
I know that there are some areas of the country that you cannot readily recognize from the way a person carries themselves that they are from any particular region.
No one doubts that I am Southern.
Even when I try my best to smooth out the twang in my voice it is apparent.
We have mannerisms here that I am pretty sure are not in other areas. And those mannerisms are magnified here in this small southern town.
I have lived in the South all of my life. ALL. OF. MY. LIFE.
No, I do not fly a Rebel flag in my front yard or have fighting *chickens* in the back. I said I was Southern, not necessarily a redneck.
My mother taught me how to be a proper Southern Lady, not that I paid TOO much attention. But, she did try.
And like most other Southerners I like my tea sweet, the only liquor I like is *pot likker* and if you don't know what that is, I'm not telling.
I say *Thank you* when someone holds the door open for me and we taught our children to say "Yes, Ma'am" and "No, Sir" when speaking. We even used a belt on them when necessary and they are not in counseling yet!!
I understand that everyone who waves at you while you are riding down the road may not know you. It is kind of like the tip of the hat from days gone by, and I like that.
When I travel to all the places I have been someone invariably asks, "So, where are you from?" because it is very obvious I am not from where I am.
And my reply is always the same.
"I'm from Georgia. I'm Southern."
There is no where else **ON EARTH** I'd rather be.
I know that Heaven will be a lot different from here, but I won't be too hard to find.
I will be the one hollering just inside the gates "Hey, y'all!! I made it through!! Praise the LORD!"
1 comment:
You crack me up! Love you!
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