I bet y’all received an email from me saying, you’re Southern if: you still call your parents Mama and Daddy as an adult; bless your heart means you have empathy; you say I reckon, Co’ Cola, where’bouts and don’t get your panties in a wad; you know how to have a hissy fit; always order sweet tea, and know it’s served over ice… A Southerner is polite at all costs. You ask a Yankee how much a dime’s worth and they tell you, “10 cents”. A Southerner on the other hand will tell you, “Not as much as it used to be. I remember when I could buy…” and give you a story that could last well into the day if you give her a chance.
I’ve noticed that here on the west coast of our fair land that isn’t much different. I’m often asked “What is your accent?” most folks comment that they enjoy it. I’m told by lady friends that they admire the Southern attitude of hospitality and making sure everyone is comfortable and has what they need.
Exactly where is the South? See the map above for geographical place. Actually the South resides in the soul of the person who was brought up in a way of gentility regardless of our standing in society. We lived in a gentler, slower time when manners were taught in the home and right along with reading, ‘riting and ‘rithmatic. I’m proud to be a Southern by birth.
y’all come, ya hear?