What a day. I've been continuously reminded of the differences between me and the rest of the South. I learned today that old toilets are as good as any other kind of planter for your flowers on your front porch, that having original KKK members in your family is something to claim, and that being distantly related to the Kennedy family is not. Please don't get me wrong, I love my in-laws and the rest of the extended family. However, I do take great pleasure in simply listening and attempting to understand the conversations that go on back and forth between some of the family members. Please...endulge yourselves in some of the comments:
Aunt Ginger: "Whin (When) somethings happen, I don't never plan on gettin' any more." (Speaking of having inside dogs)
Aunt Ginger: "Now, ya'll know how owuld (old) I am, but I can't remember nothin'. But ya'll know Mayrin (Myron, her husband, sitting across the room from her)...he can remember stoof (stuff) that don't nobody else remembers. He amazing me..."
Uncle Myron: "I been up there in that Michigan. Man, it was 17 degrees and snowin'. And I was dumb enough to leave them there boots outside of my sleeping bag. They was freeeezing in the mornin'." (In response to showing our pictures from our trip)
FIL (Father-In-Law): "Now, not all KKK members was stupid enough to go out and kill blacks. They was started ta keep peace, ta keep thangs right."
FIL: "Now, ya'll know the rednecks that come on down here...make them signs perty!" (Asking me to make signs to sell his watermelon, cantaloupe, and tomatoes on the side of the road.)
FIL to Myron: "What's that old song...somethin' about "the South shall rise again"? C'mon...who sang that there song?"
Myron to FIL: "Uh, not sure...uh...Carl Jr. Yeah...that be him."
FIL to Myron: "Oh yeah, Carl Jr. He was the best..." (Who the crap is Carl Jr.?!)
There's a taste for you. Needless to say, I'm more than ready for vacation tomorrow. More to come...
2 comments:
That made me nauseated. I don't always understand Southern Culture. Like shooting at things you don't want in your yard, cooking with lard...etc.
EEEK..You Lynn are a brave brave girl. That would of scared me. They sound like sweet people(?????)I just don't get how an ignorant guy with a 2nd grade education in a white sheet could keep the peace? What peace? When I see pictures of those guys I just want to hand them those little pumpkin Halloween baskets and tell them to say "Trick or Treat". There costumes are just lame.
Luv,
JN
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