Things Only a Southerner Knows: 2nd try

by COMF 29 Replies latest jw friends

  • safe4kids
    safe4kids

    (Feeling chagrined to have put the contraction in the wrong spot on "y'all)

    Bill is absolutely right about the use of y'all, tho...we don't use it to mean only one person...have to be at least two, otherwise we say "you". (pronounced: yew)

    But I must take exception to his comment that anything south of Gainesville is a southern province of New York..I was born and raised in Polk County, central Florida (LOVESDUBS...Howdy neighbor!) and I want you to know we have our share of confederate flags, toothless white trash and trailer parks! LoL..we also have our share of educated southerners, backwoods swamp people who are the salt of the earth, and the ever-present rednecks. It's an interestin' mix, let me tell yew! I'm fixin' to go get some vittles and have some supper...y'all come, set a spell, and make yourselves to home!

    Dana

    BTW...when I was kneehigh to a grasshopper, a "Coke" was any type of soda...not just a coca-cola.

    "A woman without a man is like a fish without a bicycle."
    Somebody else

  • waiting
    waiting

    I live in South Carolina,

    Reckon I'll spell 'while with y'all.

    If you hear a Southerner exclaim, "Hey, ya'll, watch this," stay out of the way. These are likely to be the last words he'll ever say.

    Ain't that the truth. Btw, "ain't" is considered proper speech from the platform. The CO's finally stopped fightin' it, and just roll their eyes.

    When I first moved from Indiana, my husband & I were in a bank office. The officer said "lookee here" and I looked around. At which point, my southern husband elbowed me in the ribs and whispered - "he didn't mean *look*." Being from yankeeland, I asked "well, what the hell did he mean?"

    He implied if I didn't know the commonest of definitions - there was no use in him trying to 'splain it to me.

    Btw - Yankeeland: Any place north of the Mason Dixon line - and always bring a sweater 'cause y'all need it. Brrrrrr.

    Snowbirds: Yankees who come south during the winter - and actually swim in the water! Brrrrrrr.

    Damned Yankees - yankees who come south during the winter and then stay.

    Tourists - damned yankees with money.

    Another oddity: We used to have Pecan Pie up north - pronounced *pa-chan.* Most any southerner pronounces it *pee-can* - and they will correct you on your improper pronunciation.

    Southerners *mash* buttons whereas yankees *push* them.

    Southerners look *yonder* direction. Which means in yankeetalk - *there.* As in "Lookee yonder" translated means "Look there."

    Southerners have very little sense of humor about their diction - as everyone seems to have fun making fun of them. And a damn might many southerners carry guns - so watch it, bubba. That smirk may cost ya.

    Oh, I learned the hard way to not snicker when a southerner breaks into *real* slang as opposed to proper southern diction. Absolutely no sense of humor towards damned yankees.

    previous damned yankee waiting

  • XJWBill
    XJWBill

    Dana, you're right--I forgot about Polk County. It's something else, that's all I will say! But still has plenty of nice folks like you.

    Actually, we all tend to say "Co-cola." And we love it for breakfast!

    BTW--I don't get the "yew" part--how else CAN a person pronounce "you" besides "yew"??

    Waiting, I have to contradict you on the pecan issue. I don't know how they say it in Carolina, but I assure you that everyone I know from North Florida all the way across to North Texas says "puh-CON." To pronounce it as "PEE-can" marks a person immediately as a damnyank.., er, uh, a friend from the frozen North.

    As to our not having a sense of humor about our diction, well, I don't think that's so. We joke about it all the time. Of course, if the situation involves one transplanted Indianan smiking and sniggering in our face as if SHE is the only one blessed with the absolutely correct pronunciation of the English language, well--just remember, the English, the Scots, the Canadians, the Australians, and the New Zealanders are all laughing their butts off at you, too, dear waiting!

    Bill, American by birth, Southern by the grace of God! [><]

    "Contempt for the South is woven into the fabric of Northern existence."--Flannery O'Connor

  • XJWBill
    XJWBill

    P.S., y'all--in seven years of faithful KH attendance in the Deep South, I never heard "ain't" used from the platform, except possibly as a conscious bit of humor.

    All blacks are lazy.
    All Mexicans are dirty.
    All women are bad drivers.
    All smokers are stupid.
    All blondes are dumb.
    All gays are sex fiends.
    All Southerners are ignorant hillbillies.
    All Northerners are money-grubbing swindlers.
    All these generalizations are false. Nasty, too. And way too common.

    Bill

  • waiting
    waiting

    hey bill,

    In the middle of South Carolina, and in Charleston, the accepted southern pronunciation of Pecan Pie is *pee' can pie.* I've never heard it pronounced any differently down here except by a yankee (as myself.)

    Our KH is in a moderate size city - and *ain't* is acceptable. May not be correct - but that's the way it is, along with the acceptance (but we were working on it) of double negatives and phrases such as "it don't."

    Oh, I learned the hard way to not snicker when a southerner breaks into *real* slang as opposed to proper southern diction. - waiting

    As for snickering - I would only snicker at my husband - and he's strong enough to tell me what he thinks - and he did all the time. I lost many of my yankee ways *right fast* because of him - I had to in order to survive. He liked me and my yankee independent ways - but made me lose my other yankee ways. I've been selling to southern car salemen for 20 years, and have never had any problems - so snickering must not be a big thing with me, eh?

    As another yankee friend told me "It's an economic necessity to learn to say "y'all" properly." We were in the same line of business - and we did learn.

    If I've given the impression I'm down on Southerners - it was not my intent. I sold to car salesmen in Indiana also. The men I sold to were wont to put their hands on me, *adjust* themselves in front of me, cuss me out in front of other persons, tell me the crudest jokes to see how I would react, yell across the dealership at me that I should get myself laid in front of strangers, ask me out - and if I didn't accept, payback might be forthcoming. Not all of them were like this, but a significant amount to make working with them very hard sometimes. Btw, I was single & 28, 3 kids and good looking by about anyone's standards.

    I remarried at 29 & moved south and continued in same line of business (my husband is in same line of business.) In 20 years, none of the above has happened to me (and except for the average aging, still look about the same), and imho, partly because my husband is stern looking and is likely to show up where I work/sell, and partly because the southern men I work with just don't treat women that way.

    Indianapolis, IN. may not be the mecca of higher intelligence, but the school systems are average. When I moved to SC, my children were at the exact same levels. My sister, who moved to southern california approximately the same time, found her new city to be behind Indiana in same school grades, approx. 6 mos. or more.

    However, I still don't like fried okra or spinich. Got used to a mess of greens - touch of sugar helps. Love Ice Tea - as most southerners do, but only sugared before serving, as most southerners do.

    waiting

  • XJWBill
    XJWBill

    Oh, all right, Waiting--here are your Southern Naturalization papers. I reckon anybody who loves iced tea and greens can't be all bad!

    But we're withholding your membership card until you learn to love okra. (Or the alternate choice, raw oysters.)

    Drop by sometime and I'll cook up a nice mess for you.

    Peace,

    Bill

    "If we all loved one another as much as we say we love God, I reckon there wouldn't be as much meanness in the world as there is."--from the movie Resurrection (1979)

  • LovesDubs
    LovesDubs

    Well Chicago city proper sucks...hated going there for any reason. I lived in the burbs my whole life trying to pretend all the crime and violence and police sirens were on some kind of magical line that started east of wherever it was I was living. However Suburbia isnt really living either, its mostly "try not to do anything to offend the neighbors nor become Super Bitch Mom of the PTA." But the street I live on now in unincorporated Palm Beach County, a stones throw from the Glades, has no curbs or sidewalks, (yeah its paved) it's zoned agricultural (so yes you can have chickens, and horses and raise veggies or landscaping stuff to sell curbside) and its a mix of brand new and 30 year old homes and its peaceful. The kids love it and so do I. I wake up to a flock of peacocks in my yard, mockingbirds singing in the morning with the scent of gardenias and fruit trees, people riding their horses along the path next to my house to the next street, kids fishing at the pond behind us and peace. However the Kingdom Hall is a block down and they are way too common around here going even SLOWER down our streets (if you can believe that) because of the heat.

    I love the variety of folks here frankly. Ive been trying to teach my children since leaving the stoney faces of the JWs, that the beauty of life is the variety of people...and that THEY are no better than anyone else is. That saying disparaging things about a person's race or color or beliefs or even daring for a second to think they are superior to anyone else is just plain wrong and I dont tolerate it. And I would be happy to let the Dubs believe as they want to also...cept they messed with my fambly and you dont MESS with my fambly...y'all.

  • LovesDubs
    LovesDubs

    oh yeah...one more thing. When I got married the first time to an Elvis impersonator in 1975, we decided to go to Graceland via St. Louis for our honeymoon. (Honey it dont GET no more citin din dat!) We stayed at the Graceland Motel (roaches you could saddle)and saw Elvis' Uncle Vernon at the Gateof Graceland. I knew I wasnt in "Kansas" any more when we went to a Pizza Hut and a simple thing like ordering a pizza became a nightmare. The waitress kept asking me "What sauz" I wanted...and my Northern ears kept hearing what SAUCE do you want...and I kept asking "are there different kinds?" (thinking sh*t they put something besides tomato sauce on em down here or what?) And she kept rolling her eyes and saying "What SAUZ Me-iss??" louder and louder like as if speaking English to a Russian at a higher decibel will MAKE them understand you...and finally the man at the next table, who was in tears by this time, leaned back to me and said "She's asking you what SIZE pizza you want." And she said, "Thats what I SAID....SAUZ!!" I just wanted to get my bobbing head Elvis dashboard ornament and get the hell outta Dodge.

  • safe4kids
    safe4kids

    Hey waiting,

    Whereabouts in SC are you? I have family in Pickens and Six Mile (not that they talk to me anymore and I'm actually glad they are that far away...but that's beautiful country up there. They speak southern better than I do! LOL

    BTW, I love fried okra but not that boiled stuff...looks like snot! And I hate greens but I love a good glass of (sweet) iced tea.

    Hey Bill....when I spent some time in the Carolinas, I heard some strange tale about RC colas and moonpies....??

    Dana

    "A woman without a man is like a fish without a bicycle."
    Somebody else

  • XJWBill
    XJWBill

    "Nothin' could be finer than to be in Carolina" with an RC Co-cola and a moon pie!

    Bill

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