Sunday, November 8, 2015

Southern Girl

Prompt:  How are you (or are you not) a Southerner?

I’m fixin’ to tell y’all exactly who I am.  I reckon if you can’t figure it out based on these first sentences… bless your heart.

I am a southern girl.  Not just any southern girl.  I’m straight off the farm.

I played near tobacco fields and squealed at the sight of big, green tobacco worms.  I hung clothes on a clothesline and chased after goats when they got out of their pen.

I can tell when rain is coming based on how the air smells and ran barefoot through the puddles when it was all over.

I’ve sat on a tractor and ridden in the back of a pickup truck.  I rode my bike down a dirt path.  

Grits are better than oatmeal.  Give me collards over spinach.  And, yes, I have eaten chittlings on occasion.

Sweet tea and lemonade are liquid love.

I love sitting on the front porch even if I have to swat skeeters.

It's always "yes, ma'am" and "yes, sir". Being polite wasn’t an option.  It was a requirement.

When I’m in town, every other person asks “how yo’ grandma and ‘nem”.  

And, if you wave at me, I’m gonna wave back…

...even if you’re a yankee!