In My South... elders are addressed as "ma'am" and "sir". It is a gesture of respect for the wisdom they have earned in life.
In My South... macaroni and cheese is a vegetable.
In My South... hand-made quilts are a precious heirloom to be passed down from one generation to the next.
In My South... the good china is to be used NEVER! Everyday china is for everyday and the fine china you receive as a wedding gift is simply for decorating the china cabinet.
In My South... there are no mint julep drinkers. GROSS! Who thought mint, confectioner's sugar and booze was a good idea?
In My South... we take care of each other. If you are sick are grieving, we're bringing you some food. Food makes everything better.
In My South... thank you notes are a must! My mother helped me make a list following my high school graduation so I could check off everyone to whom I had written a thank you note. When I got married, I clipped out an article from Bride's magazine about the art of the wedding gift thank you note. I still have it.
In My South... wearing white after labor day or before Easter is still taboo.
In My South... music tells a life story. Blues, Jazz, Rock, Bluegrass. My favorites are Ray Charles, Harry Connick, Jr., Louie Armstrong, and Lynyrd Skynyrd.
In My South... we pronounce neither and either two ways (nye-ther and neether, Eye-ther and EE-ther).
In My South... coke is the universal name for a regular flavor soft drink. We even call Pepsi coke. The quickest way to figure out if someone is a transplant is if they say "pop" or "soda" instead of coke. Well, that and the yankee accent.
In My South... children respect their parents and always, always obey them. Not really, that's just a pipe dream of mine. That post would have to be titled: "In My Dream World...."
And Aunty.... scroll down and pause the player if you need to listen to the youtube stuff!
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