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“In the South a front porch without a swing is like tea without sugar, incomplete”
I am proud to be from the South-where tea is sweet and accents are sweeter; summer starts in April; front porches are wide and words are long; macaroni and cheese is a vegetable; pecan pie is a staple; Y’all is the only proper pronoun; chicken is fried and biscuits come w/ gravy; everything is darling and someone is always getting their heart blessed. Have a good day y’all!
This page is dedicated to anything Southern such as quotes, jokes, photos.
Just wanted to mention some Southern movies that are real good movies: Song of the South is a great children’s movie about the South and Southern Stories.
Slingblade is a great Southern movie that shows the friendship of a boy to a mentally handicapped man with the slowness and depth found in small towns all over the South.
And we can’t forget Gone With The Wind is a 1939 American drama romance film. The epic film set in the American South in and around the time of the Civil War, tells a story of the Civil War and its aftermath from a white Southern viewpoint.
It received ten Academy Awards, a record that stood for twenty years. Today, it is considered one of the greatest and most popular films of all time and one of the most enduring symbols of the golden age of Hollywood. When adjusted for inflation, Gone with the Wind remains the highest grossing film of all time in North America and the UK
A FEW SOUTHERN EXPRESSHUNS:
1. Too lazy to hit a lick at a snake 2. So tired ah’m dead on mah feet 3. Crooked az a dawg’s hind laigs 4. Grinnin’ like a baked possum 5. Fastah than greased lightnin 6. Slow az molasses in January 7. High az a kite 8. Dry az a bone 9. Wild az a buck 10.Blind az a bat ABOUT SOUTHERN WOMEN Southern women know their summer weather report:Hot
Humid
Sticky Southern women know their vacation spots:
The beach
The rivuh
The crick Southern women know everybody’s first name:
Honey
Darlin’
Shuga’
Punkin’
Dumplin’ Southern women know the movies that speak right to their cotton-pickin’ hearts:
Fried Green Tomatoes
Driving Miss Daisy
Steel Magnolias
Gone With The Wind
Sweet Home Alabama Southern women know their religions:
Baptist
Methodist
Heathen
Football Southern women have a distinct way with fond expressions :
“Y’all come back!”
“Well, bless your heart.”
” Drop by when you can.”
“How’s your Momma?” Southern women know their cities dripping with Southern charm:
Chawl’stn
S’vanah
Foat Wuth
N’awlins
Addlanna or ‘Lanna Southern women know their elegant gentlemen:
Men in uniform
Men in tuxedos
Rhett Butler Southern girls know their prime real estate:
The Mall
The Spa
The Beauty Salon Southern girls know the 3 deadly sins:
Having bad hair, heels and nails
Having bad manners
Cooking bad food
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SUTHERN DEFINITIONS
Airish – cool
Biggety – hauty
Buzzard Bait – worn out hoss
Cow grease – buttah
Fahunah – not a native southernah
Hoppin Mad – angry
Jump the broom – marry
Kitchen safe – cupboard
Lunk haid – dumb
Mitey nigh – almost
Marble orchard – cemetary
No a’count – good for nothing
Persnickity – strange or peculiar
Pig Trail – small side road
Rot Gut – bad liquor
Shet – close
Tolerable – feelin pretty good
Well heeled – well off
SOUTHERN POEMS
SOUTHERN LIFE
If you want a glimpse of Southern life,
Come close and walk with me;
I’ll tell you all the simple things,
That you are sure to see.
You’ll see mockingbirds and bumblebees,
Magnolia blossoms and dogwood trees;
Caterpillars on the step,
Wooden porches cleanly swept;
Watermelons on the vine,
Strong majestic Georgia pines
Rocking chairs and front yard swings
Junebugs flying on a string
Turnip greens and hotcornbread,
Coleslaw and barbecue
Fried okra, fried corn,fried green tomatoes,
Fried pies and pickles too.
There’s ice cold tea that ‘s syrupy sweet,
And cool, green grass beneath your feet;
Catfish nipping in the lake,
And fresh young boys on the make.
You’ll see all these things
And much, much more,
In a way of life, that I adore.
Copyright 2008 Patricia Neely-Dorsey (I found this poem on the internet and I absolutely love it! It surely is a glimpse of Southern life)
THE TEN COMMANDMENTS OF GRITS
1. Thou shalt not put syrup on thy Grits.
2. Thou shalt not eat Cream of Wheat and call it Grits; for this is blasphemy.
3. Thou shalt not covet thy neighbors Grits.
4. Thou shalt only use Salt, Butter and Cheese as toppings for thy Grits.
5. Thou shalt not eat Instant Grits.
6. Thou shalt not put syrup on thy Grits.
7. Thou shalt not put syrup on thy Grits.
8. Thou shalt not put syrup on thy Grits.
9. Thou shalt not put sugar on thy Grits either.
10. Thou shalt not put sugar or syrup on thy Grits
Southerners have a strong sense of regional heritage. We are proud of our turnip greens, cornbread, sweet tea, rural pasts and Southern drawls. We are card-carrying Southerners
You can take the girl out of the South, but you can’t take the South out of the girl!
I am proud to be from the South – Where we drink sweet tea by the gallon.Bake cornbread by the “pone”. Eat collard greens and grits,love family, house and home.Pick a “mess” of beans or fry a “mess” of fish. Love some good old barbecue served upon a dish.Summer weather, humid and hot with days that are long.We love the laid-back Southern ways and keep tradition strong. –Judy Parker Yeager
Sweet tea is the house wine of the South!
Only a Southerner can show or point out to you the general direction of “yonder.”
A true Southerner knows you don’t scream obscenities at little old ladies who drive 30 MPH on the freeway. You just say,”Bless her heart” .. and go your own way.
You seldom hear a Southerner say, “I’ll have grapefruit and grapes instead of biscuits and gravy.”
Only Southerners grow up knowing the difference between “right near” and “a right far piece.” They also know that “just down the road” can be 1 mile or 20.
Southern women are great hostesses, raise their children “right”, and seem tender and innocent, but cross a Southern woman and it’s like fighting a grizzly bear!
Even Southern babies know that “Gimme some sugar” is not a request for the white, granular sweet substance that sits in a pretty little bowl in the middle of the table.
Southerners make friends while standing in lines, … and when we’re “in line,” . we talk to everybody!
When you hear someone say, “Well, I caught myself lookin’,” you know you are in the presence of a genuine Southerner!
The 4 seasons are different in the South.
To Southern women the four seasons are: onions, celery, bell pepper and garlic.
To Southern men the four seasons are: deer season, squirrel season, turkey season, and dove season.
Southern men like Southern women with soft voices and gentle manners and a plate of fried chicken and biscuits on the table!
All Southerners know exactly when “by and by” is.
Only a Southerner knows the difference between a hissie fit and a conniption fit, and that you don’t “HAVE” them, you “PITCH” them.
Click the link to read about The New Southern Santa.
Click the link to get your Southern Horoscope!
Southern boys are raised “right” by their Southern mommas and when they grow up they compare all women to her.
Southerners know grits come from corn and how to eat them!
Southerners know you don’t cook meals, you “fix” them!
All Southerners know the term, “Bless your heart”, has many different meanings!
Southern hospitality is a way of life in the South; an easiness and friendliness with people that makes them feel welcomed.
Nothing warms the heart like Southern cooking.
Southerners know that rocking chairs and porch swings are guaranteed stress relievers.
Southerners know you can’t be considered a serious Southern cook if you don’t know how to make peach cobbler. – Trisha Yearwood
Southerners take barbecuing very seriously from their many sauces to their cooking techniques!
Southerners know that fried catfish is the other white meat!
Southerners know that no matter how old you are, your father is “Daddy” and your mother is “Mama”.
Southern women know you always clean your house before going on a trip in case you don’t come home.
A Southern woman would stay home before she wore white shoes, patent leather shoes, or linen before Easter or after Labor Day.
In the South, cooking and eating is a way that people can enjoy each other, spend time with loved ones and develop new friendships.
Southerners know how good an R.C. cola and a moonpie is at a country store!
Southerners know sorghum is the “sweet syrup of the South” and how good it is on homemade biscuits with butter.
The smell of a Southern breakfast cooking in the kitchen provides a great alarm clock.
Southerners know the positions of key hills, knobs, trees and rocks when it comes to giving directions.
Southerners know about double first names such as, Billy Ray and Bobbie Sue.
Southerners know you “cut off” the lights.
Southern music genres like gospel, bluegrass, jazz, rock, blues and country reflect Southern soul, character and culture.
Southerners equate food with love, so if you love what they cook, they’re sure to love you back. –Kim Holloway
Southerners know what it means to be “full as a tick on a hound dog”.
“It was not a Southern watermelon that Eve took: we know it because she repented”. –Mark Twain
You seldom hear a Southerner say, “I believe you cooked those green beans too long”.
Southerners are devoted to grits. We like grits-and-gravy, grits-and-ham, grits-and-sausage, grits-and-shrimp, grits-and-eggs, garlic grits, buttered grits, etc.,etc, etc.
You might be in a Southern church if the preacher says, “I’d like to ask Bubba to take up the offering”, and five guys stand up.
You seldom hear a Southerner say, “Duct tape won’t fix that!”
You might be from the South if – you learned how to make noise with a blade of grass between your thumbs –Jeanette H. Whitfield
Southerners know what, “playin possum”, means.
The most beautiful voice in the world is that of an educated Southern woman –Winston Churchill
Southerners know “just sittin there like a bump on a log” refers to one being “unknowing”.
The perfect speech would consist of the diction of the east, the vigor of the midwest and the melody of the South –Winston Churchill
In the South, roots, place, family and tradition are the essence of identity.
In the South “Jeet?” is actually a phrase meaning, “Did you eat?”
Southerners know that “afar” is a state of combustion.
In the South, sweet tea is appropriate for all meals and you start drinking it before you can walk.
Southern fathers think of their daughters as flowers of the South, so they give them floral names. Rose Ann, Violet Ann, Iris Ann, etc.
Southerners never go “snipe hunting” twice.
In the South get used to hearing, “You ain’t from ’round here, are ya?”
You might be a Southerner if: You carry hot sauce with you wherever you go.
A Southern State Trooper stopped a pickup truck. The trooper asked the driver, “Got any ID?” The driver said, “Bout what?”
What’s the difference between a Northern fairy tale and a Southern fairy tale?
A Northern fairy tale begins, “Once upon a time”.
A Southern fairy tale begins, ” ‘Y’all ain’t gonna believe this”.
You know you’re in the South when you can make sun tea instantly!
You might be a Southerner if you have a very special baseball cap, just for formal occasions.
Southerners know how to speak proper English. We speak “Southern” because we want to and we can. It’s like playing jazz, you have to know how to do it right first.
The first words out of a Southerner’s mouth when they see a friend: “Howdy!”, “Hey!” or “How Y”all Doin?”
You know you are in the South when you realize that asphalt has a liquid state.
In the South, “clone” is a type of perfume. –”What’s that clone you’re wearin dawlin?”
Southerners want to make sure you listen when they speak. Example: “Y’all come back now, y’heah?”.
Southerners carry a spare in the “boot” of the car and use the “glove compartment” for storage.
In the South a “frog strangler” is a heavy rain. We’ve had several frog stranglers here this week.
One notable aspect of a Southern heritage is ghost stories passed down from generation to generation.
In the South, “ahr” is what we breathe or a unit of time – I will be there in an “ahr”.
In the South manners are very important and go hand-in-hand with respect. Children as well as adults answer: yes mam/sir and no mam/sir to their elders.
In the South, roots, place, family and tradition are the essence of identity.
“In the South, as in no other American region, people use language as it was surely meant to be employed; a lush, personal, emphatic, treasure of coins to be spent slowly and for value” — Time Magazine, September 1976
All over the South, you will find girls called “sister”. This is not their given name, but they are called this from birth throughout their lives.
Southern hospitality is a way of life that lets people be as warm as the climate.
In the South “backer” is a plant and you hang it in a “backer” barn.
In the South, we “air up” the tires. That means we “fill em up good”!
In the South, “bob war” is a kind of fence.
Southerners like to add an “a” prefix to their words. I am “a-baking” a cake today and I am “a-goin” to town later…
In the South, a “Booger-man” is a ghost. You had better be good or the “booger-man” will get ya!
In the South, we say “vittles”. Mama sure could cook some good vittles.
In the South, a “spell” can be how long you stay on a visit or a fit of some kind.
In the South if something is “outta kilter” it just ain’t right.
“We Southerners live at a leisurely pace and sharing our hospitality with our family, friends, and the stranger within our gate is one of our greatest joys.” -Winifred G. Cheney
“From the mountains of Virginia to the Texas Plains there is a Southern way of life and it begins with hospitality and a proper emphasis on good cooking.” -Winifred G. Cheney
The Southern drawl has many variations, but all are authentic Dixie. Stretch out words, add pauses, drop a “g” from “ing” and sprinkle your speech with Southern phrases like, “looks like somethin the cat drug in” or “like a chicken with it’s head cut off” or “like a duck on a June bug.” – The Politically Incorrect Guide to the South.
Southerners love to sweeten their foods-from sweet tea to sugar on grits, everything is better when it is sweeter. Southern favorites include fried chicken, sweet corn bread, potato salad & collard greens. The more the food sticks to your ribs, the better. Large picnics, family get togethers and after church meals are all highly popular. If you attend those on a regular basis, you might be Southern.-Jessica Bold
You might be a Southerner if you call all carbonated drinks “Coke” not soda.
In the South, “tuckered out” means you are really tired.
Storytelling and swapping tales is a chief form of amusement in the South.
In the South, having food at gatherings is traditional, whether during times of sadness or happiness.
Sometimes, it gets so hot in the South, we make instant sun tea.
It can get so hot in the South, we have to spray the chickens down to keep them from laying fried eggs.
It can get so hot in the South, not only can you fry and egg on the sidewalk, you can make hash browns and toast to go with it.
It can get so hot in the South, you can wash and dry your clothes at the same time.
It can get so hot in the South, the trees start whistling for the dogs.
It can get so hot in the South, hot water comes out of both taps.
It gets so hot in the South, the hardware stores sell thermometers with readings of Fahrenheit, Celsius, and Holy Crap! ~~~Glen Frey
It can get so hot in the South, birds have to use pot holders to pull worms out of the ground.
It can get so hot in the South, your car overheats sitting in the driveway.
Gimme soaky bread with grits and gravy for breakfast, pinto beans with ham hocks for dinner and cracklin’ cornbread in buttermilk for supper and you’ll have yourself a happy man.~~~~Gene Owens, Columnist – talking about Southern treats.
The economy of the South has changed as the nation’s commercial landscape has become homogenized. Yet the region’s people still talk with Southern accents, walk more slowly than Northerners do, and make distinctively
Southern music (Nashville, bluegrass, country, Southern rock, and Appalachian).
They still think differently. And the place keeps producing well beyond its
share of great writers. ~~~Lisa Alther, Southern novelist, on why there are so many great Southern writers.
“In the South, the breeze blows softer… neighbors are friendlier, and more talkative. (By contrast with the Yankee, the Southerner never uses one word when ten or twenty will do)… This is a different place. Our way of thinking is different, as are our ways of seeing, laughing, singing, eating, meeting and parting. Our walk is different, as the old song goes, our talk and our names.”
-Charles Kuralt in Southerners: Portrait of a People
If you like cornbread n beans, black-eyed peas n grits, too. Catfish n turnip greens, and Southern barbecue
Love sweet, sweet tea and, of course, coke. In the spring n fall, eat salet made from poke
Add peach cobbler n buttermilk pie. Love okra, green tomatoes and chicken to fry.
Gumbo, biscuits n gravy, blackberry jam and a big old slab of country ham.
Made by the hands of a Southern cook, then you must be Southern in my book! ~~J. Yeager
You Know Your Church is A Southern Church if…the final words of the benediction are, “Ya’ll come back now!! Ya Hear”
The closest a man may ever come to givin up his life,
Is to cross the road without lookin, or cross his Southern wife!
“What is there to see in Europe? I’ll bet those foreigners can’t show us a thing we haven’t got right here in Georgia.” ― Margaret Mitchell, Gone With the Wind
The North has coffee houses, the South has Waffle Houses.
The North has Cream of Wheat, the South has grits.
The North has double last names; the South has double first names.
The North has green salads, the South has collard greens.
The North has Indy car races; The South has stock car races.
The North has lobsters, the South has crawfish.
The North has the rust belt; the South has the Bible Belt.
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Don’t forget “The Biscuit Eater” which was filmed in and around Albany. And I think there may have been a couple more – just can’t remember the name(s) right now.
Sara Joiner Eubanks
Albany High Class of 1961
My grandfather was in that movie – not a specific part but one of the hunters. My dad knows which one he was but otherwise it is hard to tell. My grandfather worked for Rosenbergs. My dad was born and raised in Albany. I have many fond memories of Albany. My dad is 88 and lives in Decatur.
Cindy Pickard Cartwright
Sugar Hill, GA
LOL I use Biscuit eater all the time!!
As a Southern lady living in Atlanta, with a mama that was born and bred and Charleston, I absolutely love this page! I’m so glad I stumbled across it!
Cynthia Stockman Koehler
Thank you so much Cynthia. So glad to have you as a friend of The Southern Lady Cooks. Have a great weekend.
The recipes and the this website is awesome…..but I have to take issue with a statement I have seen going around the web for some time…..and that is that Southerners DO NOT say “crick”…..Southerners say “creek”…..the only people I ever heard say “crick” were from Indiana….but I once found a website that said “crick” was also common in and around Maryland….don’t know if that is true or not…..
Hi Judy, Thank you so much. I am glad you enjoy my recipes. When my son was small he had a babysitter that was from Eastern Kentucky. This woman said “crick”. She also said a lot of other things I had never heard before at the time. She said we-uns and you-uns, etc. Don’t know if it was just her or where she was from. I do know she said she was originally from Eastern Ky. There are a lot of different dialects in Ky. You can almost tell which county someone is from here. lol. Thanks for your comment and for being a member of the site.
My family is from Southeastern Kentucky and some do say crick.
I enjoy your website. Thank you for sharing with us!
Thank you Christl. Happy to have you on the site and happy you enjoy the recipes.
My husband is from Letcher County is he said “crick”. Living in SoCal for 50 years he now says creek, but he still says, “Listen at her.”
Here in the Appalachian part of Virginia, (Buchanan, Tazewell, Russell, Dickenson, etc.) alot of us grew up saying you’uns, young’uns that is for young ones, I said creek, but I have heard others say crick. For the most part though, I couldnt help to smile while reading Southern things because so much of it fit to exactly the way things are and have been for so many generations. I love it! Thank you for posting it. Sincerely, Lisa
Thank you Lisa!
I am from Texas and I’ve heard people say “crick” all my life.
from Illinois says crick.
… well you ain’t from Alabama if you say crick. I never heard that before I was in basic training at Lackland AFB, TX and the drill sargent was from Tx. I also heard it from some of the guys who were yankees.
I agree, Judy. I was born and raised in Alabama and now live in Tennessee and I have NEVER heard anyone say “crick” for creek. That happens only in the movies.
Yep, y’all right. We Alabama folks say creek….and the movies exaggerate a lot.
It’s true! I am born and raised in Louisiana and we always went to the creek, not the crick. However, I did live in Pennsylvania for many years, and in Maryland for a short while. Both of those states use the word crick for creek. The first time I called a burlap bag a croaker sack my father-in-law nearly busted a gut laughing. I too love this website.I am a 70 year old Southern cook and love to see the recipes on here.Also love the Deep South Dish recipe blog.
I was raised in the south & we didn’t say crick either…heard that when we lived in Pennsylvania for a time.
I also didn’t see on here , “Well, butter my butt & call me a biscuit!”
Thank you Judy for saying this…..the only time that I have heard of “cricks” were from some Northerners. We say “creek” in Bama !
Hi Judy…lol…seems as if I’m talking to myself when I address someone by the same name…anyway…my mother-in-law was from just outside Chattanooga TN and she said you-uns….swore it was in their spelling books in school that way too….but I’m not so sure about that…anyway…Kentucky and Indiana touch…so that would explain “crick” being said in that region….Really enjoying your site and your pix as well….
Thanks Judy! That explains it then. lol. So glad you like the site, too.
I am from G ulfport; Miss’ and we grew up hearin our mama say youngins’!never children;lol!and Iam still a youngin at 54!and my grandyounguns love to hear me say come hear youngun!
Just a note from a “newly southern” girl!
) I have to say, that the language barrier i’ve met, upon moving to Kentucky 4 years ago, has been absolutely, entertaining and incredibly charming! I am originally from Michigan. There are times when our 10 year old triplets have to look to me for “translation”. laughing.. I love it. The first time I heard “Well bless your heart”, I didn’t know what to think. “Crick” has always been in my vocabulary. That can’t be just a southern thing, or maybe it’s more that I was meant to be from the south. Perhaps I was born to this greater thing!!! 
) I love this page, and look forward to each posting!
Mariann, from Bonnieville
Thank you so much Mariann! So glad to have you in Kentucky and the South and as a member of my page.
Born and raised in Texas and never heard anyone say “crick” except in a movie. My daddy used to say “d’rectly” and we always knew what he meant ….AND we knew not to ask again. Sad to say, many of the younger folks don’t seem to see the importance of teaching their kids to say “ma’am” and “sir” or that showing respect is a strength rather than a weakness. I’ld dearly love a move back in that direction
Mary, I feel the same way as you…I’m a True Texan!! Although I was born in Louisiana…I consider myself to be a True Texan!!
I do believe that Southerners have the best manners and the best at showing respect…maybe not all are that way, but, most.
I love this web-site and also The Pioneer Woman…she has a fantastic web-site, too. Yes, my Daddy would say “D’rectly” and he would say “Hope” for help…like, “That will hope it”!! LOL!
Sharon, my cousin Tom (he died many years ago and was much older) always said, “hope” instead of help. No one is sure where he got that from as my people are North Carolina bred to back before the Revolutionary War. I hate that I can go a whole day without hearing a Southern accent in our town. I hate that our children are encouraged to drop, or never pick up, the accent. I wonder and worry if what makes us unique will be extinct. Newcomers arrive and try to change names of streets and parts of town to suit them. They tell us that now that they are here, we have to adapt to their needs. Some towns in the mountains are so overrun, the locals are leaving. Can’t pray in public is usually one of the first things to go. Don’t get me wrong, many are lovely people. It’s just that if it’s so bad you feel you need to change it/us, why do you stay? My husband is from Long Island. He refers to himself as a recovering yankee which is one of the things that won my family over. He also understands how important manners and tradition are for us. This site is just one of many things/projects trying to preserve what’s best about the South. Okay, I’m getting off my soapbox now.
Christina, Thank you so much for your kind comment about my site. I agree with so much of what you have said here and hope we can continue the traditions and family values of the South alive.
Stumbled upon your page and love it. I too am a girl of the South and some say that Florida is not really the South but I was born and raised in Jacksonville and we say that Jax was put in Florida but a drunk map maker. It should be southern most Georgia. I grew up on grits and biscuits with gravy, collards or a mess of greens. We said yes mam or no sir or got wacked on the back of the head for forgetting our manner. Kids were raised to be seen and not heard except when we were hootin and hollerin. We use to catch lightnin bugs and put them in mason jars, never drank anything but sweet tea, never ate cream of wheat, use to play outside til dark and your mama knew where you were at all times, you never stayed inside unless you were sick or it was time for homework, we played in the rain. TV was something your dad watched after he ate dinner but you got to watch cartoons on Saturday mornin. Everyone went to church on Sunday and ate fried chicken and mashed tators with gravy and biscuits. The preacher came to Sunday dinner and laughed like the rest of us.
I miss those days where you said howdy to your neighbors and you actually knew their name and the names of their kids and pets, I miss the sweet smells of the south and the gentle breezes of southern friendship that are now gone.
Hi Patricia, Sounds like you were raised just like me. I never watched t.v., always played outside, ate the same foods and respected my elders. We also knew all the neighbors and our neighborhoods were safe for children. I love the South. So happy to have you here.
Hey ya’ll, I was born and raised in North Carolina. I’m with ya’ll bout playin outside til dark, and playin in the rain. I member we usta use the bent over trees in the woods as our horses and we had gulleys that we played in. And if ya got into trouble then we had to get our own hickory switch.I miss them good ole days. Our own veggie garden our own meat to kill and put up for the winter. And a heck of alot safer back then.I also member drinkin from the water hose or from a spicket.
My mama used to say, “Little picture have big ears” which meant the children were standing around trying to listen to “grown up ” talk. Also, “potatoes have eyes”, which meant we children were watching. And women weren’t pregnant; they were “expecting”. And when you felt well, you were “fine as a frog’s hair”. LOL
Fine as a frog hair split in the middle & shaved on both sides!
I may not be as old as some of the people commenting here, but I remember many of my “elder” relatives saying crick, yonder, beholdin’, and having an Aunt Varry. She was a wonderful story teller and we would sit around her feet and listen to her stories for hours as she rocked on the front porch in her rocking chair shelling peas and talking to her sister, my grandmother, or as we called her Maw Bundrum, drinking sweet tea and dipping scotch snuff.
We said yes mam and no sir or got pinched or popped for being uncivilized heathens. lol
My kids laugh at me for saying britches and ain’t and sometimes yonder. They say I’m country, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.
I also remember riding my horse to the store about 4 miles from our house and stopping along the way at the Mill Branch and watering myself and the horse from an artisian spring. Coldest water I’ve ever had with penny winkles and water crest growing in it. Memories, love them. Hope I remember them until I draw my last breath.
Yes, sadly our kids are encouraged to drop the Southern accent instead of embrace it. Mine are almost homogenized into the “new” culture down here in Memphis. But half the time they still say “ya’ll.”
As you said, there are lots of different dialects – my family is more of the redneck-drawl version instead of the sweet southern drawl of North Carolina and Virginia. You can add “rode hard and put up wet” as another way of saying someone looks like “what the cat drug in!” Love your site !!!!!
I put your link on my blog 5minutesforthefrazzledmom.blogspot.com
You can also add… “looks like I was drug through the bushes backwards” and ” crazy as a bedbug”.. I was told in school that “salmon” was pronounced without the “L” and was made to look it up in the dictionary… of course then, the pronunciation was indeed without the “L” but now.. its BOTH ways .. Love the site….and the recipes
How does someone not from the South, and with no ties/family/or connection to the south, move (uproot their whole lives) to the South? I want to raise my children there. I have felt this connection with the south for all my 25 years, as if maybe I did once live there in a past life. I’m truly passionate about it. I believe this stems from my living a military lifestyle and moving around or living overseas for the majority of my life. I don’t have any roots. I want southern hospitality, roots, family, friends, food, sweet tea, porches, dialects, good honest people, the works! I want my two boys to be raised as southern gentlemen. I fear for our society the way boys are being raised in our country these days….lazy. There are hardly any good men being produced. Chivalry and manners surely are disappearing. My boys are young, I’m doing my best to raise them right, but I know getting to the south would be our best chance. It’s not too late for them. Ladies, any ideas/suggestions?
Brooke, The South is my home and I love it. In your case with 2 boys(and this is only my opinion) I would certainly make sure I had a job waiting before I did anything. The economy is so uncertain everywhere at this time. If you could get a job lined up, save up enough money for housing before you move that would be most helpful. I would surely check out schools, population of towns. There are a lot of small Southern towns in the South that would be good places for your boys. Check with local chambers of Commerce, local employment services, realtors, etc. A lot of communities used to have something called Welcome Wagons (I don’t know if they still exist) that gave newcomers coupons, info, etc.when they moved to town. Good luck to you and your boys in whatever you decide to do.
If they don’t have the ‘welcome wagon’, the sure nuff have the local preacher. He usually knows more about what goes on in the community than the mayor.
Brooke, The Southern Lady says it all, she’s giving you good advice. May I add that you will be more than welcomed anywhere in the Southern states. Small towns are wonderful and as much as I love my state, Louisiana, I also love the small towns of Mississippi. Something about that state just calls to me, and I always feel as if I’m coming home when I cross the state line. It’s sort of like stepping back in time, as far as the people and the ambiance go. I wish you luck and hope that you can live your dream.
Brooke…I am a native Alabamian. We would welcome you with open arms, a glass of sweet tea and a tomato sandwich.But… I will tell you, you’ll have to declare your allegiance pretty fast. Football is king in this Southern state, as it is in many of the SEC schools. So Bless your sweet little heart” and Roll Tide Roll. Y’all come back now, ya hear?”
Thank you, very much. I know it will take time and planning…until then, thank you for your recipes and “southern thangs”. Happy New Year!
In East Tennessee we were raised saying Creek for a stream of water and a crick was something painful you got in your neck when you slept the wrong way, and we were always fixin’ to go over yonder.
That’s how we differentiated the 2 words also. I remember when I went off to college in Atlanta a bunch of out-of-state girls cracked up the first time I said I had a crick in my neck. Some of my north Georgia family would say “of an evenin” to mean every evening. My grand girls are always saying that I say the word water wrong. Personally, I think it’s them saying it wrong.
I love this. There is no place like the South. I LOVE everything about it… even the kudzu! American by birth…Southern by the grace of God…amen! Patsy
Hey Ms Judy,
Don’t forget:
Y’all – is singular
All Y’all – is plural
Chris
Hi Ms Judy, I live in South Arkansas and we enjoy all things Southern and always have. My daughter moved to Washington State for a while and people would hear her talk, come up to her and say “Say something.” She would look at them and say ‘Scuze me?” And they would say, “Say something else”. Everyone loved her Southern drawl and would want to hear more. They never understood ‘fixin to’ or ‘yonder’. Gladly, she returned to Arkansas in about 3 months and has been here ever since. Her 4 year old daughter has the sweetest southern drawl ever. Glad I found your site and will return on a daily basis.
Nancy
So happy to have you here Nancy and hope you enjoy my recipes and the Facebook site, too. People love to hear a Southern drawl. Thank you for stopping by and have a great week.
well sir i have done fell in love with this site……fits me to a TEEEEE!
I was born in Texas and raised by an Alabama grandmother so I don’t say crick….I say creek. I also know what it means when someone says they’ll be there “if the good Lord’s willin & the creek don’t rise”. I’m also familiar with the term “fetch me”…as in “fetch me some tea while you’re up, please”.
I also know that you never, never, never pour syrup on grits, but a little sorghum molasses is real tasty on fried cornmeal mush!
Love this site!
i just found this sight. and u can bet your boots ill be back..love it..im from arkansas. but i live in pa now been here 40 years..like u said u can take the girl out of the south but u cant take the south out of the girl..southern and proud of it..
Welcome Joyce! Happy to have you here and hope you enjoy the recipes.
So entertaining and a fun read. I’m a Southern girl and had to chuckle at these….they are all soooo true. Thanks!
I’m definitely cornbread fed and southern bred. I was born, raised, and will die in the South,… Lord willin! I am proud to be a southerner from the great state of TN. Married my husband ritecheer in my hometown. I raised my youngan as a true southern gentleman. I toted him to church as a baby and now that he drives I foller him ever Sunday. I have enjoyed this here site. Yeah, I have to admit… I have said most every one of these sayings at one time or nother in my life. When I was little I thought people were funnin me because of my way of talkin. As I have gotten older I realize that they were just wantin to hear me talk a little more. Thanks for postin. Gotta get off here, fixin to go to town..maybe to the creek in a bit. Holler at you later.
To the woman that posted about her children being homogenized…. The teachers in our schools also try to take the country out of our dialect. I was told that my country way of speaking wasn’t correct nor was it acceptable and I would be looked upon as being simple..stupid..heathen…if I continued to speak that way. I used to think I had to speak a certain way and articulate my words precisely in order to be looked at as being a smart southern woman. I tried very hard to change my vocabulary and to change my accent… I am very capable of doing so. As you can see here. I just choose not too. I love my heritage. I love my Southern drawl. It’s very distinguishable to anyone outside of the South. It’s who I am. It is a part of me. I may know how to write and speak properly (as some folks would consider proper) but I choose to speak daily as I was taught, not by my teachers but by my momma..my daddy… my grandma and my nanny. Some day your children will realize that what is in their head and what is in their hearts is conflicting. I pray…even though they and all children need education…that they never feel like they have to lose their heritage or pretend to be someone they aint…just to fit in. Imagine how borin it would be if we all looked alike…sounded alike… acted alike. No Ma’am…not me..not now. This ole gal chooses to be plain ole me!
being a transplanted southerner ,living in ohio now ,with my grandbabies, this was really a rib tickler and i shared it so my “yankee” friends might understand me better! lol…and it really brought a smile to my face, remembering the good times in a small southern town ,in the middle of the bible belt. thanks so much!
Hi Linda, So happy your enjoyed my “Southern Thangs”. Have a great day and thank you for being a part of this site.
Oh my gosh I’m happy as a lark to find your site. I love the everything about it. I have shared your site with several of my friends. We are getting ready to have a potluck luck dinner with all your wonderful soutnern foods! This brings back so many memories growing up. Thank you and god bless…<3
Thank you Gail! Happy to have you on the site and hope you enjoy the recipes.
I LOVE your site! I was born in TX, grew up in the SE corner of NM, spent summers and lived for a year + in OK, lived in TX for 10 years, NC for 6 yrs, GA for a-year-and-a-half, VA for 10 years, and have ended up in IA for 6 + years now. Where I grew up crick was always in your neck, coke was used for all “sodas”, my grandpa said d’rectly and pop, and I can distinguish any southern accent to the state or area you are from instead of lumping everyone into “southern” {or “country” as they say here (which, I have to admit, is a little offensive since I consider myself “southern”)}. I remember traveling to Albuquerque for a State Basketball Playoff when I was little and someone said “you guys” to us . . . I was offended . . . Since I’m NOT A GUY! I still can’t say it, especially to a group of women, it STILL seems offensive! Why would you want to say “you guys” when “y’all” is all encompassing referring to “you all”? One thing that I noticed when we lived in NC — when someone got up to leave your house (or any where, really) they would say “Y’all, come go with me.”. Such a sweet thing to say to make you feel loved and wanted! Most people here are very nice about my accent, but there are some who just think you are uneducated and stupid until you show them differently — I love it when I can see on their faces that I’ve proven their “assumption” of me wrong! Anyway, thanks for your recipes and stories — it helps to keep me connected to ALL of my southern roots — and it helps to keep me SANE in this foreign Midwestern culture and land of bland, starchy food!
Thank you Connie! Happy to have you here and happy you enjoy the site. Enjoyed reading your comment so much.
Love your entire comment and felt the need to tell you. It is real funny to hear folks on the phone from up north say, “Oh, you’re southern!” and I say, “Yep, to the bone.”
Trisha Ann
Now I have to add something to your description of grits-I love them with hot milk gravy on them!!!
Thank you Ms Judy for all the down home recipes from us southerners take me to when both of my grannies were cooking it up in thier small cook rooms. They both have passed on now, but are still loved. I have only two mammas left to keep showing me the way but love dear. Thank yall for still believeing good ole southern ways
A friend sent me an e-mail with this site today. I ain’t been able to pull myself away from it yet. I loved all the comments and would like to add a couple of sweet ones from my precious grandma. She would say “Do you need more kivers on the bed it’s goin’ to be cold tonight” and when serving breakfast would always put the coffee cup in a “sasser” (saucer) so the coffee would cool and we could slurp it up. I haven’t totally read all on your site but I will certainly spend lotsa time doing so. I am born and bred Southern. Raised in the mountains where we had to bottle sunshine just to see light of day. Thank you for sharing your site and I’m anxious to check out the recipes and all the other goodies. God bless you! (Bless your heart)!
Hi Florence! So happy to have you on my site and you made my day with your wonderful comment. Thank you so much. I love your grandma’s “sayings” and so enjoyed reading them all. You brought back some memories to me as well. Enjoy your weekend and just drop in anytime. Love and hugs, Judy
I was talking to a friend of mine up north this week and was surprised that they didn’t know about chocolate gravy and biscuits for breakfast or buttermilk and cornbread for supper (not dinner). lol They had never heard of such.
Now I have to go see if your site has any good cornbread and chocolate gravy recipes.
Mechelle, There are recipes for both on the site! Enjoy and have a good week.
I love your site!! I also am as Southern girl, Northern’s really don’t have a clue to what they are missing, but that’s OK, we’ll keep all of this glorious South to ourselves. Thanks for sharing this site!!!
From my series on Southern Women:
The South has been forever enriched by the assimilation of Leona’s strength of character, independence and perseverance. For that, we must be forever grateful. The personification of the Southern woman is enshrined, glorified, and immortalized not in a singular richness of European ancestry but in a blending of European and African heritage that has given the Southern woman a place unequaled in history and our hearts.
Thanks for a great comment Ray. Happy to have you on the site and hope you enjoy it here. Have a great day.
Sure am glad to have found you on Facebook, then over here on your website! I make homemade cheese biscuits with extra sharp cheddar cheese. Now that’s with a hunk of cheese put inside of the biscuit dough and bake for 12 minutes in a 475 oven. Have you ever done this. I think it’s a southeastern US thang….I’m 65 and I’ve eaten them since I was a little girl growing up in Washington, NC.
Trisha Ann
DONT KNOW WHEN I ENJOYED MYSELF SO MUCH !!!1 THIS IS GREAT !!! THANKS FOR THE STROLL DOWN MEMORY LANE !!!SOUTHERN COUNTRY GIRL AND DANG PROUD OF IT !!! MUCH LOVE AND BEST WISHES
Thank you so much Fran! So happy you enjoyed yourself and hope you have a great week ahead. Happy to have you on the site. Love and hugs.
I live in the heart of Dixie, Mississippi, is my home. I lived in California for over 3 years when my husband was in the Navy. I met people from here and met some from Long Beach, CA. I fell in love with an elderly man that we rented our apartment from. He and I shared many many things. Memories and culture. Had a family ask me how to fry chicken. One thing a true southerner can do is fry chicken. We also lived in the State of Washington for a short while. Became friends with a sweet sweet lady from Canada. When my husbands tour of duty was up you can rest assured we headed for the South. We have lived in Ms. the rest of our years. We eat corn bread almost everyday. Have to have it with those garden veggies we grow. We’ve had almost every farm animal or at least the older ones. We have chickens and eat eggs most every day. As our daughter used to say when she was small, I want some real eggs not them from the store. My son and daughter had pet chickens, ducks, turkeys, a pig, a calf, dogs,cats and raised quail, and otherbirds. The day in the life of a southerner is great !!!!! Wouldn’t trade it for all the tea in China. Love your sight as well as the recipes too. Keep up the good work. love ya, Southern to the bone and proud of it. This is truly God’s Country !!!!
I love this site….I still say a few of these things as do my parents after 41 years in Australia…I grew up in North Carolina…keep me posted and I’ll be looking for an okra receipt as my local shop sells them..
cheers
When I first moved to South georia I visited an elderly cook at a plantation. She always included several pods of orka in her peas and even greens (collards) when she cooked them. Great flavor spike in all your veggies. In addition, a local BarBQue joimt has started serving fried orka with a buttermilk ranch dip. Instead of the traditional corn meal drege they use small but whole orka pods, split and a flour drege. make you want to slap your grandma!
LORD I LOVE THIS NEED TO PUT MORE OF THIS STUFF TO READ ABOUT THE SOUTH AND HOW WE TALK IT WAS SO GOOD MAYBE WE CAN TEACH OTHER PEOPLE TO BECOME ONE OF US ,I KNOW I HAVE SOME FRIENDS YOU SAY OVER YOUNER THEY LOOK AND ASK WHAT YOU TALKING ABOUT HEY I LOVE THE SOUTH AND OUR TALK KEEP IT COMING,
I just stumbled upon your blog. Made my day! Love it! Saving it to my “Favorites”.
I grew up in southeastern Oklahoma and moved to northwestern Mississippi in 1979. My husband and I live in the country.
I’ve had people from the northern states ask me, “Why do southerners speak slowly and draw out their words?” I replied, “Because the humidity is so high, we have to stop and take a breath between words.”
I love your comment so much ….”I’m fixtin’ ta read it again!”
Also here in Shenandoah Valley of VA. a crick is also a run,as in Bull Run.
‘Pon my honor, I do love this site!!
Let’s not forget the true “Southern” gentleman. My son, not too long ago, was stationed at Cherry Point, North Carolina. He made friends with a family up there and one of the most rewarding compliments that I heard the mother say was “He is so well mannered, always says Ma’am, thank you, and waits for me to sit down before he starts to eat.” Yep, a true southern gentleman. Not everyone can say that. I am a proud Momma for sure.
Thanks, Cathy, for sharing your story about your son. I couldn’t help but want to comment and to say “Thank You & God Bless You” for raising such a wonderful man to serve our country. Please let your son know that I truly appreciate him for standing and fighting for our country and also tell him that our church prays for our military that God will keep His hand upon them and build a wall of protection around them. Thank you so much!
@Cathy, my two boys (now 42 and 29) were raised to be gentlemen. The compliment you received is one that has given me an inward glow on many occasions. My oldest is retired from the Coast Guard, the youngest is serving in Afghanistan for his second tour. I made my youngest a promise that I would wear his “bracelet” made from the laces of his boots and pray for him every day. Can’t wait for him to retire in 2015, come home for chicken fried steak, mashed potatoes, gravy, and sweet ice tea. He will probably ask for my mile high Coconut Cream Pie. His southern roots will never wither and die, no matter where he is.
Too funny that his buddies are showing him Food Porn from every state. Wives, mothers, friends are shooting great pics of home cooked meals and texting them over to that barren land. I have a Chicken ‘n Rice casserole in the oven now, and guess what? Food Porn from the south is going over ASAP! Bless you, sister!
omg this is the best receipie site ever brings me back to good old fashioned recepies i so love it
Hello, I am truly blessed to have found your wonderful site. I was born & raised in North Mississippi. Now we live in Missouri, which is a wonderful place. But, I miss Mississippi! This brings back so many wonderful memories, I truly love & appreciate all the great recipes.
I will do my best to share your site with everyone I know. My family speaks as you have shared and we are not ashamed of it.Like some of the others who have posted I have visited & lived various places & people I meet often want to hear me speak. I was flabergasted when I was first asked to speak for someone, I had no idea they had an accent & could not hear right! Thanks again for all your hard work & beautiful site! God bless you & yours!
As someone who was born in Texas, raised in North Georgia for 24 years and lived the other 23 in South East Tennessee, Y’all are the ones with an accent. lol.
I can trace my kin folk to Northern Alabama, having fought in the CSA, Cherokee descended and from Virginia. Wouldn’t have it any other way and have deep love of southern tradition, family, honor and a love of G.R.I.T.S.
Girls
Raised
In
The
South.
*by the way it was the “War of Northern Aggression.”
Hi. Just a couple of thoughts to add to this wonderful site. My parents left KY when Ford Motor Co. recruited men from the coal mines to work in MI for them. I was born in MI but spent summers and every time my dad had a few days off in KY. I always had a southern drawl, which was not received well in the north. I was made fun of as a child growing up in MI to the point where I was very quiet in school. As soon as I graduated from high school I moved to Williamsburg KY to attend Cumberland College. It was like coming home for me! I now live in the Louisville (pronounced Loo-ah-vul) area. I love that people in the south pull over to the side of the road and stop for a passing funeral procession. I love the way we say ‘crack the window just a bit’ meaning open it some. I love the way that people I don’t know wave hello as we pass in our cars and when I pass strangers on the sidewalk or in a store they look me in the eye and say hello. I love the vast amounts of casseroles and cakes that people bring when someone is sick, or to the family of a loved one who has passed away. We have a good life here and I’m so proud to have raised 2 good southern girls who can’t imagine living anywhere else.
Hi Katee, So happy to meet another true Kentuckian. You are so right about how lucky we are to live in this great state. I can’t imagine living anywhere else either. Happy to have you on my site and enjoyed your comment very much.
hey ya’ll i’m from north carolina and i love it, all my family is from here i grew up with home made sauage from our back yard and my grandmaw plunking a chicken for supper and the best part sittin in my grandmaws lap in the rockin chair on the porch watchin a summer storm and the only thing you got at tha store was what ya could’nt grow or raise this is my first time seeing the page but i sure do enjoy it
Welcome Deb! So happy to have you here. Sounds like a great upbringing you had.
I have one correction. Toward the top in the “fond sayings” it’s “How’s your Mamma an’ ‘em?”
I’m from N.C. and I never heard a creek called a crick until I met some folks from Michigan. We always have said creek. Then I worked in a drugstore almost 24 yrs., and I heard it from some of the snowbirds. I had to chuckle when I read the post right above this one. I always say “How’s your Momma an’ nem?” Or “What time is “Bill” an’ nem coming by?” My husband will ask “Nem who?”
Thank you so much for sharing this site! I absolutely love love love it! I just told a friend about it tonight and sent her a linl to this page! Merry christmas to you & your Ms. Southern Lady!
Happy to have you here Pam and thank you for your comment.
Sorry, I made a typo! I always capitalize Christmas and meant to. That’s important to me.
I am a southern born girl….born in Alabama and brought north to Indiana at age 5 by my parents. My daddy worked for the railroad and that is why we went ‘up yonder’. My momma explained to me and my sister who is 9 years older than me that “you are not hillbillies, you are southern girls and you just remember that when those northerners make fun of your talk, for they surely will”….she then wnent on to explain that ‘you can take the girl out of the south but you cannot take the south out of the girl’. I have remembered that all my life…so I still say ‘gimme some sugah’ when I want a kiss, pitch a hissie fit from time to time, still remember where yonder is, know that ‘your’e a mess’ is a compliment instead of an insult ….I love this wiebsite and one day I shall do a blog about just how it was when I married a man from Scotland after being a widow for 12 years and took him south to meet my family…..Lord Have Mercy!!!!
Hi Martha, Thank you for sharing this with us. I enjoyed reading about your experience very much. Hope you and your family have a wonderful Christmas.
I used to get The Southern Lady and all of a sudden its gone. What happened? I miss you!!!
Are you talking about the Facebook page, Helen or the blog where the recipes are?
This is the most fun I’ve had reading something in a very long time.
Born and raised in South Jersey and we always said crick. Moved to Pa and they too, say crick. In fact they make a really good Crick Tea that I’m sure the recipe came from the South. (Being German they won’t admit that ). Love Southern cooking, Southern accents – I may be a “wanna be Southerner”. Keep up the great work – just bookmarked your website. Thanks .
We say cick over here in Wisconsin, too. Love sweet tea also and oh boy no one makes Pecan Pie like they do down South. I think I’m also a wannabe Southerner.
I’m so happy I found this site! Reminds me of the good ole days with grandma and grandpa on the farm,…both sets. Please keep it up. I once has a set of “The Living Heritage ” cookbooks that burnt in a house fire we had. Any idea where I can get another set? Many old good recipies with a bit of history. Please keep up the website…It is truly loved!
Thank you Penny. Sorry, I don’t know where you can get the cookbooks. You might try e-bay.
If I went to my grandma’s house and there wasn’t green beans cooking on the stove for hours…it was a sad day. The longer they cooked, the better they tasted. She raised a patch of rhubarb that could feed an army and her pies sometimes went missing in the strangest ways. My family’s from Southern Kentucky and a dry county, at that. Didn’t stop my Grand-dad from moseying on down the road for a little taste in the next county. The walk back, more than likely, sobered him back up but he was grinnin like a stuffed possum when he came back through the door. My Aunt is still trying to get me to move back South. She’s got a spot of land picked out for me where you can go fishin on the lake out front and walk out the back door and shoot your dinner. I miss that kinda thinkin.
I loved this, being born below Nashville and raised in the south i get a lot strange looks now that i live in Louisville. When i moved up here it was the North to me
Loved reading this, brings back a lot memories to me
Lynn
I love this! I am a True Southern Lady…born and bred in Augusta, Ga. I am passing this on to my Southern Gal Friends!
Thanks!
Kim
Thanks for such great recipes. Msshe
Thank you for sharing and I will check out your site.
This ole Tennessee gal needed this website since Im living in Montana!
Love it!!!
Thank you, Tina!
I always say “I’m fixin to go to town,cook, go outside or whatever”. We go to the creek and have a crick in our necks. Always drink sweet tea and cokes. RC cola was also called pop cola when I was a youngun. We always say momma and daddy and you are a younun no matter how old you get. We eat greens, grits, and Limer beans. Its always over yonder. It’s always ma’am and sir. It’s whatcha doing? We fry everything even taters and green maters even collards and cabbage at times. Some even use syrup as a dipping sauce instead of ketchup. It’s great with fried taters,fish and hushpuppies. I have lived in a very rural small town in the panhandle of Fl (lower Alabama lol) most of my life. We still swing in a porch swing or sit in our rockers and watch the cars go by and wave at everyone. We always speak to everyone and meet no strangers. It’s a shame the world has gotten so bad our children and grandchildren can’t ride their bikes or walk to the store anymore without fear. We can’t sleep with our doors unlocked or with the windows raised and a fan in the winda for the only breeze you could get, that I don’t miss lol love my AC. But I still love hearing the rain on a tin roof, the family get togethers when we all gather up and cook and eat a meal together. So many thangs and good times to remember. And still passing down thangs to my grandchildren and hope some of our “southern” traditions carry on. It’s also gets as good as a tick on a dog, or worse than a hair in a biscuit. Love this site and glad I stumbled upon it. I LOVE my southern roots and wouldn’t change em for anything!!!!!! I do talk with a very southern drawl. Most all of the “you know you’re a redneck jokes” pertain to something or someone in your family. I can speak “proper” ifin I need to. And hate that the southern slang usually makes us appear to be ignorant rednecks when portrayed on tv. Even though I do know lots of em and are kin to some lol.
drinkin my sun tea as I write this here note to y’all. Raised my young’uns in Hoptown KY To those who are Northern, that is Hopkinsville Kentucky. Loved the laid back life , snappin’ beans in the porch, fixin greens and cracklin’ bread. I do need to mention y’all forgot “trifflin” and what ever happened to Chess pie? Love the page. Am in Alaska now they say I still have an accent, but I notice I still have a revolvin’ door and the first thing folks do is go to the kitchen.
Live in Southern Missouri but grew up in far Northwest Missouri with a southern Mama who was born in NW Missouri too. There have to be Kentucky roots in my family because we talk like you’re written and my dear Mama cooked most everything on your blog. I did live in Huntsville, AL for a couple of years and loved it too. I was a little taken aback when the neighbor wanted to “carry” me to church with her and brought me some veggies in a poke but I knew about a “pig in a poke” so I figured it out. I tell my Yankee husband that he married a Southern girl whether he knows it or not. He loves fried chicken, mashed potatoes, green beans with onion and bacon, cornbread, white gravy. But he won’t touch grits, greens or shrimp. Crazy man. Love this site and all the recipes and wouldn’t change anything about my life.
My dear Uncle Bob used to call Sesame crackers “sea-same”. Loved that. My mother would not allow “taters” or “maters”, insisted on potatoes and tomatoes and that has stayed with me. I save bacon “grease” to use to fry potatoes and green tomatoes. In fact, if possible I fry everything!!! And folks eat it like hogs. Love the site and love being a southern girl.
I love hearing from people just like you, too, Lana. Thank you so much and happy to have you here. My mother-in-law carried us all everywhere. She was from Mississippi. My husband said he had to cut the yard grass and chickens were yard runners. To them a garage was a car house. So many different Southern dialects and sayings. Thank you for coming by and your wonderful comment. I think we would be great friends.
We have alot of different people come to Oak Ridge, TN to work. Westerners still yankees but they disagree. My favorite one is when they ask you to do something and you say, “I dont cere to.” They think you are refusing to do what they ask. I have had much fun trying to get em edumacated, but it is relentless since they are rubbing off on the youngins. Western Yankee dont know what ice is either. They thought I was saying the other word for hinney. I love this site and going to recommend it to many. Thank you.
I found your site because someone had put your recipe for banana pudding on facebook & it was on my facebook. I have printed several of your recipes off. My mother & her mother was born & raised in the mountains north of Clarksville, Arkansaw. My grandma raised her family thru the 20s & the 30s. When she died in 1977 she was still cooking on her wood cookstove & drawing her water from a well about ten ft. from her front door. She used a lot of your sayings, but had some that I didn’t see. If you came into her house & didn’t go over to the table & lift up the tablecloth to see what she had under there to eat, she wanted to know if you was feeling sick. You didn’t have to take a bite of anything just look, but if you did take a bite, it pleased her a lot. You can be assured that I will be back here often & am going to post it so others can find it. I have really enjoyed your site & reading all the comments posted.
I was born in Texas and I’m not sure if that is Southern or not. I always claimed to Southern and I still use words like crick, necked, yonder but I thought Persnickity meant too particular or too choosey.
I love this information and it brings back memories.
Carla Jo
http://www.analaskanwoman.wordpress.com