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Archive for May 16th, 2012

This was written last summer so please take that into account as you read. And note, I do not talk like Paula Deen. In fact, I do not talk like many of the people I went to school with, but that doesn’t mean that I do not have a southern ‘sound’ on occasion–usually at my discretion :).

Ok, I’m from the southern part of the country if anyone hasn’t figured it out. I really dislike the weather in the summertime and there is not enough cold weather and snow in the winter, but it is home. It seems that the summers get hotter, drier, and longer as time goes along. And, contrary to what my father-in-law thinks, I will never get used to the heat. His words:  “You should be used to the heat by now.” 🙂 I like cold and snow but figure if I lived say around the lake region (my hubby wanted to live in Alaska :/) I would hate snow. In fact, I hate snow in towns or cities-you know, that dirty, nasty snow that melts and refreezes until spring finally arrives. Yuk! I love it in the country-clean and pristine like a warm winter’s blanket. Onward…

My hubby is not from ‘these parts.’ He is from what some refer to as ‘up north’ – specifically, that lake region I mentioned before. He may have been born and raised there, but occasions have arisen where people were sure he was born here. He has acclimated and assimilated well :), so well that he sometimes acts and sounds more southern than me. He fits in well but and I LOVE him. Each of us has differences, sometimes they are subtle, sometimes not.

When I went to dinner with a few female high school classmates a while back (I had not seen some of them in years), one of my daughters went along–I cannot go anywhere by myself any more. It turned into a treat because I had forgotten how country–southern (or southern-country) they spoke. It was like taking a trip back in time for me; for her…well, let’s just say – it was interesting. Each of us is different, but preconceptions can become bumps along the way.

On one of my mother-in-law’s visits early in my marriage (as she and my father-in-law passed through to places further south), she asked me where all of the antebellum homes were located in the area. Hmmm… I try to be a patient and understanding person keeping silent when I should, but I had to look at her and bat my eyes with a little scowl on my face-I could feel my eyebrows growing closer. I just stared and before I had the chance to stop my brain from connecting with my tongue, the words rolled off (it happens sometimes), “What antebellum homes?” This was in a higher pitched voice than usual and probably sounded a little more southern than usual. She then proceeded to tell me about the way she had pictured “The South” … ‘suthernurs’ with large plantation homes and such… I suppose she thought I had grown up on a plantation or something since she knew I still owned the old family farm. I really think she got this from the movies because we tend to form misconceptions when movies fail to tell the whole story.

I have never understood the fascination with the antebellum period in time-as in before THE war-you know which one I mean. What is more fascinating to me are the homes and history before the American Revolution. To me, that time was the real antebellum time… I would have loved to have seen the virgin forests and the natural lay of the land, the early farms and the people of the time. Most did not live in large plantation houses, regal town homes, or lived that type of life of privilege. I think this gets lost in history. Most people were average or less than average and were trying to ‘make do.’ If they could not make a go of it here whether it was farming or business, they usually moved westward, but many remained. I cannot deny there were those who made their life on the backs of others, but so many did not.

Often we judge others from the way they talk or the way they stand; from the way they look or even the color of their skin before we give them a chance. I urge all of us to not judge others and be graceful and merciful in our daily walk–I’m speaking to myself, too. 🙂

Happy Gardening wherever you plant your feet!

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