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Southern Things.... (JOKE) LOL!
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DD    Posted 07-26-2004 at 19:25:30       [Reply]  [No Email]
Someone once noted that a Southerner
can get away with the most awful kind of insult
just as long as it's prefaced with the words
"Bless her heart" or "Bless his heart."
As in, "Bless his heart, if they put his brain on the head of a pin,
it'd roll around like a BB on a six-lane highway."
Or,"Bless her heart, she's so bucktoothed,
she could eat an apple through a picket fence."
There are also the sneakier ones that I remember from
tongue-clucking types of my childhood:
"You know, it's amazing that even though she had that baby seven months
after they got married, bless her heart, it weighed 10 pounds!"
As long as the heart is sufficiently blessed, the insult can't
be all that bad. At least that's what my Great-Aunt Tiny
(bless her heart, she was anything but)
used to say.

I was thinking about this the other day when a friend was telling me
about her new northern friend who was upset because her toddler
is just beginning to talk and he has a southern accent.
My friend, who is very kind and, bless her heart,
cannot do a thing about those thighs of hers, so doesn't even start,
was justifiably miffed about this.
After all, this woman had CHOSEN to move south a couple of years ago.
"Can you believe it?" she said to my friend.
"A child of mine is going to be taaaallllkkin' a-liiiike thiiiissss."
I can think of far worse fates than speaking Southern for
this adorable little boy, who, bless his heart, must surely
be the East Coast king of mucus.
I wish I'd been there.
I would have said that she shouldn't fret,
because there is nothing so sweet or pleasing on
the ear as a soft, Southern drawl.
Of course, maybe we shouldn't be surprised at her "carryings on."
After all, when you come from a part of the world where "family silver"
refers to the large medallion around Uncle Vinnie's neck,
you just have to, as Aunt Tiny would say, "consider the source."

Now don't get me wrong. Some of my dearest friends are
from the North, bless their hearts.
I welcome their perspective, their friendships, and their recipes
for authentic northern Italian food.
I've even gotten past their endless complaints
that you can't find good bread down here.
The ones who really gore my ox are the native Southerners
who have begun to act almost embarrassed about their speech.
It's as if they want to bury it in the "Hee Haw" cornfield.
We've already lost too much. I was raised to swanee, not swear,
but you hardly ever hear anyone say that anymore, I swanee you don't.
And I've caught myself thinking twice before saying something is "right
"right close" or "right good" because non-natives think this is right funny
I have a friend from Bawston who thinks it's hilarious when I say I've got
"carry" my daughter to the doctor or "cut off" the light or "I'm fixin' to"
That's OK.
It's when you have to explain things to people who were born here
that I get mad as a mule eating bumblebees.

The most grating example is found in restaurants and stores
where nice, magnolia-mouthed clerks now say "you guys" instead of "y'all,"
as their mamas raised them up to say.
I'd sooner wear white shoes in February, drink unsweetened tea
and eat Miracle Whip instead of Duke's than utter the words, "you guys."
Not long ago, I went to lunch with four female friends, and the waiter,
a nice Southern boy, "you guys"-ed all of us within an inch of our lives.
"You guys ready to order? What can I get for you guys?
Would you guys like to keep you guys' forks?"
Lord, Have Mercy!

It's a little comforting that,
at the very same time some natives are so eager to blend in
(They've taken to making microwave grits--an abomination.)
the rest of the world is catching on that it's cool to be Clampett.
How else do you explain NASCAR tracks and Krispy Kreme
doughnut franchises springing up like yard onions all over the country?

To those of you who are still a little embarrassed by your Southernness,
take two tent revivals and a dose of redeye gravy and call me in the

Bless Your Heart !!!

KellyGa    Posted 07-27-2004 at 04:39:31       [Reply]  [No Email]
I loved it DD! That was a real nice post! I just loved it! There are such a variety of folks in and around Atlanta now, I have been asked where I am from! I just laugh and say, well, I am from right here in Georgia! I was born about 100 miles south of here....where are YOU from??? LOL!!!!

Kelly...who is VERY proud to have a southern accent, and has passed it rightly so onto her daughter. :)

Burrhead    Posted 07-26-2004 at 20:46:05       [Reply]  [No Email]
folks usta say "I'll swanee" or "I'll be swanee" as a sign of surprise or disgust. I have'nt heard anybody say it lately.

Here while back a yuppie salesman was explaining all the better ideas on a pickup but I was'nt listening to him.

When he quit talking I said "Well I'll be swanee". That boy looked like lightnin had struck him. Then a middle aged lady standing within ear shot started laffing and said "Well I'll be swannee too"

After the yuppie left, the lady, my wife and myself all got a good laugh out of the salesman's responce. Bless his lil ole sweet heart.

deadcarp    Posted 07-26-2004 at 20:29:59       [Reply]  [No Email]
Funny stuff DD! Apple thru a picket fence ay? lol

Steve from TN    Posted 07-26-2004 at 19:58:15       [Reply]  [No Email]
Amen and Amen to "you guys". I hear this mostly in chain restaurants. We ate at Boyette's on Reelfoot Lake last Thursday. The waitress called all of us "hun". I liked it. That's from the past. BTW, my wife is not a guy. I feel like I'm a Bostonian when she is called "guy" by a young southerner.

Dieselrider    Posted 07-26-2004 at 19:53:42       [Reply]  [No Email]
That's pretty good DD. I sure hope some of "you guys" of the southern persuasion cut down on some of those sylables. I heard a girl say Fred one time but it took minutes to get it all out. It came out like "Fah'reah'ud" . I met a fella from Tennessee one time and he had such a long drawl it took five minutes for him to say hello. He was really easy on the ear to listen to though and I could have listened to him talk for a long time. But then it took him a long time to say much.

KellyGa    Posted 07-27-2004 at 04:36:52       [Reply]  [No Email]
Well, my Mama always said the reason we took our time saying everything was because it was just too hot to try and talk fast, you would pass out from a heat stroke! LOL! You nawthuners come try to talk fast in a 100 degree heat, and not just regular heat, you have to add the humidity in too! ;)

Dieselrider    Posted 07-27-2004 at 04:48:09       [Reply]  [No Email]
Kelly, I think I'd try to talk fast just so I could get out of the heat and back into the air conditioning again. LOl. I'm not much for the heat. If I ever leave these hills of PA it will be north or west. It gets plenty hot and humid here in the summer for me.

toolman    Posted 07-26-2004 at 21:03:38       [Reply]  [No Email]
was he stutterin ?lol

Dieselrider    Posted 07-27-2004 at 04:36:38       [Reply]  [No Email]
No stutterin, just reeeaaalll sloooowww witttthh eeeeaaaaach aannnd evvvveeery wwwooorrrrddd.

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