Ain't She Sweet
March 11, 2018 at 2:12 PM #59366
Ain’t Jethro awful sweet to share his grits and fat back with Mrs. Potts.March 12, 2018 at 6:10 AM #59367
I use to like Granny…now I AM Granny! Sometimes, just to be sure, I run through the house with reading glasses hugging my nose, wielding a wooden spoon, screaming…”Jed!!!” You know, just to get in touch with my inner granny.March 12, 2018 at 8:39 AM #59369
I’ve been in the South long enough now where I find myself using some of the many colloquialisms I’ve been exposed to. Like saying “Nor Kalina” or “Sow Kalina” instead of “North Carolina” and “South Carolina” and saying “rat cheer” for “right here”. Lots of other ones, too. When I travel back to our home in NYS, I get kidded a lot from family on how I speak.
I spent my whole career with a suit and a tie and speaking the “King’s English” and I often wonder what kind of looks I’d get if I showed up now in the Capital Building with my new vernacular!March 12, 2018 at 11:40 AM #59370
I can’t say we’re exactly southern, but can’t say we’re exactly nirthern either, but when we go to E. TN, a few times a year, we feel like we’re the hurried, hectic, impatient, no -time-for -chit chat northerners, at this point. Of course, it costs us a lot to be there and we always have to work as fast as we can just to afford to keep up with everything we inadvertently got wrapped up in and are therefore responsible for down there…so…we are really, really in a rush, exhausted, broke and hungry, and not in much of a mood while we’re there…lol. They think of us as rich northerners, but we see it as frugal conscientious objectors, so to speak, who step up to responsibility and suffer all the consequences just to keep things at an equilibrium. Where’s my spoon…J-E-E-D-D-D!!!! I’d much rather be a-speakin’ southern and a-fiddlin’ with all y’uns!March 12, 2018 at 2:46 PM #59371rodgerParticipant
Well, Hollywood has to exploit such things in a way to poke fun for a laugh and humiliate. But my Mom was a true mountain Granny, less than a hundred pounds, often standing by the sink peeling apples in her sneakers. She ran the house, handled all the money (what money there was) and I only ever saw her really mad once…that’s something you really don’t want to see…
Dad’s Mom lived her entire life in a log cabin, (no electricity — water & fridge was a springhouse–cooked in a fireplace) smoked a corn cob pipe & grew her own tobacco…they don’t make em like that anymore. (And was the most deeply loved person on the face of the earth.)March 12, 2018 at 3:46 PM #59372
I was born in 1950; lived on a farm and got electricity in 1959; got an indoor toilet the same year. We had a summer privy and a winter privy. We also had an ice house lined with galvanized metal walls and we’d cut the ice from the nearby frozen river and drag it up to the ice house and it would remain there well into June what with all the sawdust used for insulation. Kept our vegetables in the cellar where it was cool. Kept bullhead in the well to keep the water clean. We had a little over 2,000 acres and my brother and I would “hup” the cows every night to get them back to the barn from clear up on top of the mountain in front of our farm. Thay would gather there each day around the mouth to a cave on the hillside. Climbed that mountain nearly every day of my childhood.
We’d slide down it in the winter on our homemade “skippers” which were made from a barrel stave and a small post and a board seat.
My Grandmother on my Dad’s side was 1/2 Mohawk and loathed the idea of having an interior bathroom.
I guess that’s why I loved the Beverly Hillbillies many years later when it came on TV. (I think I was 15 when we got a TV).
I love the people in the South. I had the same kind of upbringing in many ways and it’s why it’s so easy to connect with them.
To return to the topic, ah “Ain’t She (the South) Sweet”!March 12, 2018 at 6:43 PM #59374
Funny or not…I think I really did turn into Granny. I don’t cook possum innards, but I do chase people out of my kitchen, make herbal concoctions for doctorin’, and run around yelling JED with a sooon and my reading glasses on…I mean…that’s really just me. Except I only wear old jeans…no aprons or skirts.March 12, 2018 at 6:53 PM #59375rodgerParticipant
basically, Cricket, all Mom’s turn into Granny’s sooner or later…March 12, 2018 at 7:00 PM #59377
Yes, I think you’re right, Rodger! A Granny is a proud thing t9 be.March 12, 2018 at 8:56 PM #59380
I just barely made it into grannyhood…lol…one kid, one grandkid, but feel absolutely lucky and undeserving of those few who now call me Granny.
March 15, 2018 at 12:39 AM #59393John (BGD)Keymaster
- This reply was modified 2 years, 10 months ago by cricket.
Ha Cricket I can see you as Granny. She even sang and played the autoharp in a few episodes. I’ve enjoyed going through season one on netflix. I watched the Hillbillys reruns growing up in the 70s and early 80s, and they bring back good memories of visiting my grandparents (mom and dad didn’t have a TV). They had a small color TV that sat on top of their big old black and white TV, and every Saturday morning you would find me watching Gunsmoke and some other shows with Grandpa Cockman.
- You must be logged in to reply to this topic.