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If you have built castles in the air, your work need not be lost; there is where they should be.
Now put foundations under them.

Henry David Thoreau

Saturday, June 23, 2007

Southern thing meme

I was tagged by Beemoosie (doesnt she have the funnest blogger name? :) to share all things that remind me of the South. Well what a fun meme this one :)

Baseball-tee ball-little league

Sweet tea
Porch swings
Farmland-corn, cotton, milo, beans, wheat, and sometimes sunflowers!
Swimming holes
Fishing poles
Crawdads
Going 15 mph behind tractors on the highways
Dirt roads (dirt...not gravel!)
Lightning bugs

Mud, all things mud, mud pies, mud between your toes
Fresh eggs
Yardsales
Whipoorwills
Mosquitos
Cicadas

Night sounds, a symphony unique and comforting
Spring rains
STORMS

Yall
You'uns
Ain't
Fixing to
Wadn't it?(wasn't)
Pickup trucks
The dairy queens, creams, etc that only open from March til October
Manners, friends, country music, fun
Heat with humidity :)

If you are from the South and read this...play along and leave a comment so I can see :)
xoxo melzie
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3 comments:

Pieces From Me said...

I am not from the south but my mom's family is and one thing I see when we visit is family cemetaries. Oh and "dry goods" stores with old wood plank floors and a musty smell. I love visiting down there.

sharon said...

OMG all you said and listed brings back memories of visiting grandma. I loved going to her houses. My parents live in southeastern missouri and still are in the country. They have a tractor and a huge garden, and manner. :-)
Thanks for the memories.

The Carolina Quilter said...

Madder than a wet hen; pitchin' a hissy fit; ornery-er than a mule; big as a barn door; runnin' around like a chicken with its head cut off; runnin' like a bat out o' hell; he [the minister] ever more inflamed 'em . . . he had 'em up and rarin' to go . . . he shucked the corn right off'n the cob; she dresses as tacky as wet paint. (From a fellow Southerner)