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!