This song has gotten a great deal of press and attention. As a southerner, this is a fairly deep song. There is a lot to talk about from lots of points of view.
Your response?
This song has gotten a great deal of press and attention. As a southerner, this is a fairly deep song. There is a lot to talk about from lots of points of view.
Your response?
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Somewhat inartful if well-intentioned. Means more to older people than younger ones.
Hey cultures are different. If slavery never existed we would all find some other trait to cause us to collect into divided groups. Just as there are divided groups within a single ethnic race based on birthplace, dialect, or mannerisms. Take a look at Africa and the conflict between groups to this day. Can’t blame that on the Southern USA! We need to accept the fact that there are differences, and stop trying to pretend all are the same. Nothing wrong with being different until society keeps focusing only on the differences and not the similarities. The human race has much more in common than in difference.
For a nation of “throw away” most everything, you would think that after 150 years, we would be on the other side of this but let’s face it –we aren’t. My mixed race grandchildren live with this every day in Texas. I think I have mentioned before that when Arthur Ashe was asked if dying of AIDS was the worst thing that ever happened to him, he replied something on the order of, “No, the worst thing that ever happened to me was being born black.”
Imagine being a native American 150-200 years ago. We white folks did our very best to wipe them off the face of “our” land to include giving them things like blankets used by smallpox patients, mass killings and putting them on land that was only good for growing rocks. All in the name of Manifest Destiny.
We are still killing the Indians with our booze. Life on the rez is horrible at best.
If Southerners focused on Southern positive accomplishments (jazz, Dixie Land bands, gospel music, blue grass, Faulkner, M.L.King, Washington, Jefferson, Woodrow Wilson, bar-b-cue, courtesy, sensibilities, nobility, Harper Lee, Carson McCullers, Thomas Wolfe, hospitality, stewardship of the land, collegiate sports, and Mark Twain, just to name a few) and forget/ reject/ jettison/ actively fight against the “pride” that stems from the exploits of the KKK, segregation, rebellion against the United States, church bombings, lynchings, white supremacy, etc., then the hurt caused to and by Southerners and to and by others could be left in our past.
You left off Truman Capote. Tennessee Williams, Margaret Mitchell, Alice Walker and Earl Hamner Jr.
Dammit! I asked you-know-who to help with that post and she fell down on the job.
Give you know who a C- for leaving those guys off.
Actually I was just chiming in. I liked your post.
I think we left off English setters, pointers, field trials and horses also.
I also left off sugar cane, pecans, Bourbon, hush puppies, greens, fried every things, Cheerwine, Piggly-Wiggy, G-R-I-T-S, Mardi Gras, Beagles, and gumbo. I’m have failed as well.
What is Cheerwine?
You are getting further south than I know.
Plus greasy corn bread (skillet fried).
and crawdads.
Cheerwine is North Carolina Dr. Pepper only worse!
You have to include Southern Rock and Roll and Blues.
But Woodrow Wilson? Really?
Woodrow Wilson was born in Staunton, Virginia.
@BSinVA
As for corn bread, I just care if it is moist. Too much of it is dry. Glory days has great corn bread.
Corn bread has to be made from white corn meal, baked in the skillet the bacon was cooked in (and the bacon crumbs added to the mix) , and flavored with buttermilk. Not many restaurants do it that way around here. We’re subjected to the yellow, sweet Northern mixes instead. My mother made the Northern type and we always fled to our neighbors’ houses to eat the real thing.
My mother used yellow corn meal I think. I remember it as dry. I like the kind that is cake consistency. Get some at Glory Days and tell me whether that’s Yankee cornbread or not.
My mother was liberal with bacon grease. There was always some nasty can of it in the kitchen. I don’t know how she missed out on making corn bread with it. She would be horrified to learn she baked Yankee corn bread.
I think I’ve had the cornbread at Glory Days. It’s not bad but it’s what I’ve come to expect around here.
My father always made the greasy – what do you expect – Southern type. I think he learned to make it from his fishing buddies and our neighbors. If it’s dry, you can always slather on more butter! My father had congestive heart failure and was confined to the house for the last eight months or so of his life. He always greeted my sisters and I with the offer of a fresh pan of cornbread when we visited.
I can understand that. If I find myself with something horrible in the disease department I will race to the nearest 7-11 and buy a carton of cigarettes and smoke them all in one evening, I will drink coke until I float and after than lay drunk. I mean who cares.
We threw a party once and the guys got to talking about what they’d value if they only had 30 days left to live. The answers mostly involved cigarettes, sex, and booze.
I argued for yardwork but was shouted down.
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I love Cheerwine and wouldn’t dare put a drop of Dr. Pepper in my mouth.
I would add one of my southern favorties to the food list. Fried green tomatoes!! My favs.