Friday, identity crisis y’all…

I was born and raised in the land of the Yankees. Not the baseball team but north of the Mason-Dixon line.  Then many years ago, decades ago, I moved to Rebel territory, south, very south.  I have lived  down south, for longer then I lived up north.  And when I think about it I have acquired, I guess by osmosis, some distinctly southern traits.

I now know that being 10 minutes early for an appointment is not late but crazy early.

80* is pleasantly warm not hellishly hot.

It is not rude to ask who you are kin to or what church you go to, but is odd not to ask.

When someone does something that is maybe not the most intelligent thing you say, “Well bless your heart”, not “What in the world were you thinking?!”

We crank the car instead of starting it.

Grits are to be eaten not something you do with your teeth.

Things are toted in sacks and not carried in bags.

Sweet iced tea is the nectar of the gods.

And of course, it is y’all not you guys.

So now I am having a bit of an identity crisis.  I was a bit of a rebel Yankee girl but I think now I am a Rebel Yankee or a Yankee Rebel or something like that.

But I still don’t understand the appeal of collard greens and boiled peanuts! 

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5 thoughts on “Friday, identity crisis y’all…

  1. Before I moved to Tennessee in my sophomore year of high school I used to make fun of Southern accents and the term y’all. Now after having lived there my speech often shows a bit of the Southern sound and it seems weird not to say y’all.

    Lee
    Tossing It Out

  2. Nice contrast of the North and South, Patricia. I love the cat pic. Kitty wouldn’t eat collards either. I like collards, but not the southern way. I boil them only until they are bright green and just tender. I don’t care for collards cooked with bacon and simmered until they get bitter. I guess it’s a cultural taste to like collards cooked that way. I was born in the North, too. Now I’m a southern gal. Blessings to you, Patricia…

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