Oh my goodness is right! You gals went above and beyond my expectations in sharing your Southern-isms with me! What an absolute delight it was to read all of your comments! Some of your recollections of living in the South, made me laugh out loud and others warmed my heart. I love all of it so much I want to marry it! In fact I want more! So I am going to extend the deadline to Sunday, March 2, (just a few more days!) this will be the last day to post a comment to be included in the drawing. 
It’s called Sweety Pies;
Inside the front cover are photos of 
So here is the scoop…in the words of a proper Southern woman, I would love to hear more nicknames, your favorite memory growing up in the south….describe your mama, grandmother, daddy or grand-daddy, a favorite aunt or uncle, what they looked liked…how they dressed…what you loved about them….tell me what you did for fun as a family….what town events you celebrated…any interesting characters you knew that really stand out in your mind….who was your hero growing up and why? What did your mama’s or Grandmothers kitchen look like, smell like? Tell me about the town and the homes, what they looked like. The more comments you leave the better chance of winning!
Come Monday morning (March 3rd), I will draw one of your names out of my favorite mixing bowl and announce the winner! The winner will receive 2 wonderful cookbooks…Dolly Parton’s Dixie Fixin’s and Sweety Pies by Patty Pinner. This is a $50.00 value! If you are new to this blog, read the following post titled Yoo Hoo! Calling All Southern Belles! to see what all of this talk of Southern goodness is all about!
Thanks for sharing your thoughts and for stopping by for pie!
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Well Ruthann, although I’m not from the South per se (I DO come from Southern Arizona!) I love all things “southern”. I visit your blog ofter and have actully purchased the Sweetie Pies book, however, I gave it to my young neighbor, a young Mom with 2 small boys as she is making the most wonderful pies and shares them with neighbors. I looked briefly through the book (actually purchased for myself!) and instantly fell in love with it – but I wnated to share it with her for all of her generosity. She’s a “southern belle” at heart, making homegrown salads from her yard, raising her boys and 2 “urban” chickens – making everything from scratch. Such an inspiration for such a young girl (she’s not yet 30!)
So, thank you for your site, for the chance to enter the give away and for the inspiration YOU give us!
Colleen
Oh my goodness! When I saw the photo of the recipe card for strawberry rhubarb pie my heart skipped a beat. My grandmother (Ruby Mae-how’s that for a southern name?) would always have one of these pies waiting for us when we would visit on the weekends. I haven’t tasted or even seen one for years. She was my favorite person in the world and I loved her so much(we lost her to Alzheimers almost 10 years ago) I think of her and miss her everyday. Thank you for bringing back some wonderful childhood memories for me. If your bloggers don’t know rhubarb looks kind of like large reddish pink celery- I used to help grandma in her garden, she was the Martha Stewart of her time. I would love to have that recipe since she never wrote anything down and just cooked and baked from memory. God Bless You and Thank You! Paula
Oh my goodness! When I saw the photo of the recipe card for strawberry rhubarb pie my heart skipped a beat. My grandmother (Ruby Mae-how’s that for a southern name?) would always have one of these pies waiting for us when we would visit on the weekends. I haven’t tasted or even seen one for years. She was my favorite person in the world and I loved her so much(we lost her to Alzheimers almost 10 years ago) I think of her and miss her everyday. Thank you for bringing back some wonderful childhood memories for me. If your bloggers don’t know rhubarb looks kind of like large reddish pink celery- I used to help grandma in her garden, she was the Martha Stewart of her time. I would love to have that recipe since she never wrote anything down and just cooked and baked from memory. God Bless You and Thank You! Paula
Oh my goodness! When I saw the photo of the recipe card for strawberry rhubarb pie my heart skipped a beat. My grandmother (Ruby Mae-how’s that for a southern name?) would always have one of these pies waiting for us when we would visit on the weekends. I haven’t tasted or even seen one for years. She was my favorite person in the world and I loved her so much(we lost her to Alzheimers almost 10 years ago) I think of her and miss her everyday. Thank you for bringing back some wonderful childhood memories for me. If your bloggers don’t know rhubarb looks kind of like large reddish pink celery- I used to help grandma in her garden, she was the Martha Stewart of her time. I would love to have that recipe since she never wrote anything down and just cooked and baked from memory. God Bless You and Thank You! Paula
Oh my goodness! When I saw the photo of the recipe card for strawberry rhubarb pie my heart skipped a beat. My grandmother (Ruby Mae-how’s that for a southern name?) would always have one of these pies waiting for us when we would visit on the weekends. I haven’t tasted or even seen one for years. She was my favorite person in the world and I loved her so much(we lost her to Alzheimers almost 10 years ago) I think of her and miss her everyday. Thank you for bringing back some wonderful childhood memories for me. If your bloggers don’t know rhubarb looks kind of like large reddish pink celery- I used to help grandma in her garden, she was the Martha Stewart of her time. I would love to have that recipe since she never wrote anything down and just cooked and baked from memory. God Bless You and Thank You! Paula
I have to mention my other grandmother for it is her pies that were the most special and I will tell you why….Her name was Nellie Aileen and she was struck with crippling arthritis at the tender age of 28years. But when we would visit as children she would always bake us a cherry pie. I can remember her crippled hands crimping her crust just so so. As you know this isn’t an easy thing to master but even with her crippled hands her pies looked beautiful. I now use her cherry pie plate everytime I bake one and I remember how much sweeter her pies were because they were made with her sweet hands. Blessings, Paula
I have to mention my other grandmother for it is her pies that were the most special and I will tell you why….Her name was Nellie Aileen and she was struck with crippling arthritis at the tender age of 28years. But when we would visit as children she would always bake us a cherry pie. I can remember her crippled hands crimping her crust just so so. As you know this isn’t an easy thing to master but even with her crippled hands her pies looked beautiful. I now use her cherry pie plate everytime I bake one and I remember how much sweeter her pies were because they were made with her sweet hands. Blessings, Paula
I have to mention my other grandmother for it is her pies that were the most special and I will tell you why….Her name was Nellie Aileen and she was struck with crippling arthritis at the tender age of 28years. But when we would visit as children she would always bake us a cherry pie. I can remember her crippled hands crimping her crust just so so. As you know this isn’t an easy thing to master but even with her crippled hands her pies looked beautiful. I now use her cherry pie plate everytime I bake one and I remember how much sweeter her pies were because they were made with her sweet hands. Blessings, Paula
I have to mention my other grandmother for it is her pies that were the most special and I will tell you why….Her name was Nellie Aileen and she was struck with crippling arthritis at the tender age of 28years. But when we would visit as children she would always bake us a cherry pie. I can remember her crippled hands crimping her crust just so so. As you know this isn’t an easy thing to master but even with her crippled hands her pies looked beautiful. I now use her cherry pie plate everytime I bake one and I remember how much sweeter her pies were because they were made with her sweet hands. Blessings, Paula
I skipped this the first time, but now I’m ready. Did anybody mention the big meal of the day being Dinner,whether you ate it at lunch time or suppertime. It probably involves sweettea, and the unthickened juice from the roast or ham or greens is potlikker, which is what you want to sop up with your cornbread or biskits. That’s eatin high on the hog, and it tastes larrupin’ good. If it’s pourin’ down rain, you’ll get soppy wet. Fluffy desserts were
belly fooler to my Grampa, or maybe wind puddin’. Buttermilk was
clabber and it was a good supper with cornbread. My Mother smashed
some clothes with the iron, and I can’t figger out how to spell iron,
fire, boil, or oil like they sound in the south. If your cake or
biskits were flat, my Mother would say “It’s OK, honey, they just
squatted to rise and baked in the squat!” Too much to drink and you’d
be tight as a tick. If you need help in a store, you call the clerk
honey or sugar and if they are not very helpful maybe whistlebritches
or a peckerwood. Have a hissyfit if you’re mad. Throw in a fixin to
or I reckon, shoot fire, I’ll swanny. My Daddy’s swear words
were “shoot a monkey” and “for garden seed”. Adults you knew well
were either Mr. or Miz followed by their first name, or if you were
close family friends, maybe Aunt Martha Carol or Uncle Boogie, I
never called an adult by their first name without some title in front of it as a kid. And yes’m and no ma’am and sir, otherwise you were likely to get licks with a switch fer bein’ sassy. Ladies who walked with a lot of bouncing up and down looked like they were hoppin’ cotton rows. If they were really clumsy they needed to go to charm school. Well that brought back some good mem’ries of growin’ up in Memphis, and I was proud to help ya’. Byebye.
Kathy Rockey
Palmer, Alaska
GRITS (Girl Raised In The South)
Nicknames…my Hubby’s family is chock full of them…
The most memorable for me is his Uncle Yoyo…I don’t know how he came by that name but he was a handsome devil. I knew him before my Hubby and had a wee older man crush on him…LOL! God rest his soul as he recently went to his reward! With every one of his wives or past girlfriends in attendance at his funeral…my son said now that’s the way to go, with all kinds of women crying over your casket….
Another nickname is Bubba of course…Hubby’s cousin Bubba felt the call to preach…no one has ever called him by his name but Southern Baptist protocol is to call the preacher Brother so and so…well he is now lovingly known by one and all as Brother Bubba!!!
I always look forward to your posts… Course I’m way out of my element lately, but some of those recipes sound heavenly!
Well, a southern girl I am. My papa’s name was Robert Lee Williams who married my granny whose middle name was, you guessed it Lee. All five of papa’s brothers were named after southern generals. I remember sitting on my granny’s front porch and snappin beans with Big Mom (my great grandmother). In the summer we would go to visit relatives in Pound, Virginia which is coal mining country only they didn’t have indoor bathrooms, so to the outhouse we went. Some of us held until someone had to go down the holler to get gas or food, then I’d volunteer to help (so I could go to a real bathroom.) It wasn’t until the mid 70’s that my great aunt replaced her outhouse with a inside toilet.
It was fun when I took my husband to visit. He asked my 2nd cousins where he could shoot his gun, they looked at each other and said “ain’t outside good enough for ya?” He was use to city laws that stated no shooting of firearms. He also got to video tape my great uncle Russ talk about the KKK in the coal town, his grandfather bein shot and layed out with the bullet holes and all in the livingroom.
I was born in Tennessee and now live in central Virginia and love it. My husband has to laugh on “Sweet home Alabama” when the mom says she need to take out the fried bologna cake. My husband had never heard of fried bologna until he met me, now my son loves it to. Though we haven’t made it into a cake- yet.
Welcome to the south, we’re glad you finally made your way home.
You asked what we did for fun. Well, with 17 cousins with in the same town we never had trouble finding a playmate. But one of our favorites was catchin lightening bugs in coke bottles. We also sat on the floor next to the back door playing jacks.
In the summer there was the trip to Silver Dollar City, which was later bought by Dolly Parton and renamed Dollywood. This was the first amusement park my son ever went to, with many of his second cousins.
Okay…here it goes…from a suthun’ gurl…
“Chocolate syrup and melted butter to sop up with Mama Nora’s homemade biscuits”
and
“I’m jus’ sittin’ here like a bump on a pickle”….(crossing my Tennessean fingers!)
I have to add a couple more. My Mother always made fresh coconut (she said it cokurnut) cake for Easter, a scratch white cake with 7minute frosting and fresh grated REAL coconut, MMM. And tomato sandwiches for lunch, on white bread with mayonnaise and salt and pepper. Or if we were traveling lunch might be “a Nehi and a moon pie”. I actually ate mayonnaise sandwiches as a kid, too, and pimento cheese was for company. And she always called baby drool sugar syrup. If we had hot dogs but no buns she would split the dogs down the center and lay 2 flat on bread with another slice on top with mayonnaise and called that a “yankee hot dog” She made everything from scratch “why buy a cake mix when I already have all those ingerdients right here” And Sunday dinner was fried chicken, ham, biscuits, mashed potatoes,fresh green beans, yellow squash with onions and tomatoes, and a chocolate cake or apple pie or banana puddin’ for dessert. We had lots of vegetable plate suppers from the garden, sliced tomatoes, cucumbers with onion and vinegar, green beans, collards and squash with biscuits and cornbread. If one of her friends was sick and getting a lot of mileage out of it, and you asked how the friend was doing, she would say “oh, she’s enjoyin’ poor health”. If you started to argue with her and began your sentence with “If…” She would say “If frogs had wings, they wouldn’t bump their butts” She made cinnamon toast for Sunday breakfast with slices of white bread and ran it under the broiler on a cookie sheet, then turned the browned slices over and buttered them and put it under to melt the butter. Then she sprinkled the cinnamon sugar on and broiled it one last time until it was all crispy and bubbly. She always made me dresses with a pocket on them and would put a penny in and called it my penny pocket. You opened a window and I may not be able to close it now. I grew up in Memphis.
Well, my mama always said when we doubted her or questioned her “If I tell you a hen dips snuff, then you better look under her wing, cause you’re gonna find the can!”
Southern “country” people don’t call the cops when trouble arises, they call the “law” If they don’t stop it somebody needs to call the law, and so on….
Oh gosh!! I looove ‘everbodies’answers!!
I had the pleasure to go back home this past Thanksgiving… Just hearing my Father and his brother tell stories of the sleepy little town they grew up in outside of Atlanta… Its huge now none the less..
My one uncle reminds me of ‘Boss Hog’ tellin’ the story of how they would ‘Sit out on tha porch ’cause we didn’t have T.V much back then.. much more entertainin’ just watchin’ what was goin’ on in the neighborhood.. like the town drunk who lived across the street..’
Most definitely one never address some one older than you with out a “Miss” or “Mister” in front of it..And children are still taught manners!
I miss family! All the cousins!!
My father said that one of the major deterrents for him getting into trouble growing up was he was told on numerous occasions by folks in town ‘You better stop that or I’m gonna tell yur mamma!’
One last thing to share…
My father went through West Point and jump school… of all places the hills of Georgia! That is where he grew up!! He was able to navigate to every place with ease..One time, he recently told me, they (the Army) dropped them in a field and they had to make their way to this farm house and catch these chickens for their supper.. (He knew the person!!)
My father new exactly what to do (been skinnin’ chickens since he was my youngests age..8) so he proceeds to get his dinner caught, plucked, cooked in no time..well, the soldiers in his unit all brought their chickens to him to cook for them..he thought it was the funniest thing to see all the ‘city’ boys running after the chickens… anyway.. this is the neatest thing Ruthann! Thank you for doing this.
XO
Ok, I remember one summer evening, hanging out with my friends in McDonald’s parking lot on Summer Avenue in Memphis. The boys were talking about a girl, who was, bless her heart, a bit wild. He said, “Better not mess around with her or you’ll get somethin’ on you that Lysol won’t wash off.” That still cracks me up!
Carole
caroleboatright@msn.com
Hi Ruthann,
I’ve loved reading all the comments. They are great! Having grown up in California I made my way to Texas in 1972 (the middle of my junior year in high school). That’s when I started learning and loving all the things about the south. I’m a pie maker also and love “old” recipes. My daughter having grown up in East Texas had “that” accent and went to live in Los Angeles 8 years ago and was renamed “Kountry” by her friends. That is now her name and nobody in CA knows her real name! Love your blog and all the encouragment!
Blessings!
Patti
Ruthann,
I am from Southern Calif. Does that count? I had so much fun featuring you in my blog last week.
I know you are from Southern cal also. It seems you’ve taken very well to country life…you are a natural. I’m hoping my day will come too.
Karen Eileen
Ok, thought of some Southernisms about things being slow, Like if you’ve sat at a stop light for so long you thought you’d “moss over.”
My grandnother and mother’s friend Zola was complaining about some moving men who took forever and a day to get things loaded on the truck. Zola said, “They are moving like dead lice!”
Carole
caroleboatright@msn.com
Hi Ruthann:)
For me growing up in Arkansas all of our days were filled with family activities. My Grandparents had a big old farmhouse and I can remember no indoor plumbing in the 1960’s! So, you had to walk out the back door by the barn to the little double seat out house. Made for a fast walk in the winter:) We always had fresh food because of the chickens and large gardens. Fried chicken was hot and delicious with sweet tea and potatoe salad. Then for dessert a cobbler or wonderful peach pie from the orchard. On hot days we would take the horses down to the “swimmin hole” and splash around trying to avoid the snakes! No one ever left hungry or bored, and my Grandma would always say, “Youins come back soon” Such a fun way to grown up.
After, reading your blog, I was flooded with fond memories of my grandmother’s.
My maternal grandmother, was almost six foot tall, she was a large woman and by today’s standards not a very attractive woman, but she was beautiful to me. She was the first woman in her family to attend college, which was a major accomplishment for a African American woman in the 1930s. If she had been born in another time, she would have been unstoppable.
We had the joy, as children to live across the street from my grand parents. She would call, when she was having, one of her ladies church teas, and ask my mom to send us over. She would teach us, the proper way to set the table and serve guest.
We were introduced to the classics by my grandmother, “Little Women” and “The Secret Garden.”
I can still see the beautiful African Violets that always filled her house. In her kitchen, in an old hutch, was our tea set, that was brought out, only on special occasions. She was an excellent cook, but my all time favorite, was her apple or peach fried pies. Which were made with dried apples or peaches.
My paternal grandmother, was just the opposite, she was a hoot. She never wanted to be called grandma, so we called her Ma Winnie, which always sound worse than, grandma.
When my mother was engaged, to my dad, her mother pulled her aside and said, “your future, mother-in-law, calls her husband, “brother,” her oldest son, she calls, “baby” and her youngest son, my dad, she calls “little brother”, something is wrong with that family. LOL
She cooked the best fried chicken, collard greens and hot water, corn bread in the world. She called, season salt, “good salt” and any cheese other than American Cheese she called, “man’s cheese”. She had her own vocabulary.
She never used the word underwear or panties, she called them, step-ins. She was also superstitious, if the hem of your dress was turned up, she would tell you to spit on it, and you would get a new dress. I tried it, but it never worked!!!!!!!
I had the best of both worlds as a child. I learned to set a proper table and discovered my passion for reading at my material grandmother’s and I ran bare foot through the backyard catching lighting bugs at Ma Winnie’s.
I have been so blessed, by the wonderful women in my life, they have taught me well.
One more memory, the bridesmaid’s shower for my sister- in -law in Mis’sippi was at a friend’s house in January in 1989. She collected angels and there was an “angel tree” all the decorations were angels, and the house had magnolia leaves and blossoms for decorations. We ate at card tables covered in linen tablecloths with “good china” and silver and crystal and linen napkins. The menu was scallops in a cream sauce served over asparagus, with “homade” yeast rolls and tomato aspic and a perfect little individual lemon tart for dessert. We drank hot tea out of china cups. It was beautiful and memorable and we were all on our good behavior. My cousin sat at the table with me and as we were leaving she whispered “aren’t you just sick of being NICE to people” It was a day and setting that lives in my memory as being very genteel old south though.
On my husband’s first visit to my hometown in Tennessee he was certain that people in town were mistaking him for someone they knew. After leaving the highway everyone we passed sent us a friendly wave. When we were in town shopping or eating people would smile and call out a greeting. About the third day he told me his theory, that’s when I had to explain that they did know he was a stranger, they were just friendly. It was a concept that he found hard to understand coming from the city.
Kim G
http://www.thechosenchild.blogspot.com
I stumbled upon your blog today and found it was a comforting place where I can relate. I am a true southern belle living in New york b/c the navy says so. I am reading your blog feeling like I am back home again. Back home to my home state of Mississippi where summers last all year and sunday afternoons at my grandparents. We are buried under snow here and being a Mississippi girl, I long for the south and you have brought alittle bit if that into my day. And for that I thank you from the bottom of my heart.
I received this email and just had to share it with y’all ~ enjoy!
SOUTHERN WOMEN
Southern women appreciate their natural assets:
Clean skin.
A winning smile.
That unforgettable Southern drawl.
Southern women know their manners:
‘Yes, ma’am.’
‘Ye s, sir.’
‘Why, no, Billy!’
Southern women have a distinct way with fond expressions :
‘Y’all come back!’
‘Well, bless your heart.’
‘Drop by when you can.’
‘How’s your Momma?’
Southern women know their summer weather report:
Humidity
Humidity
Humidity
Southern women know their vacation spots:
The beach
The rivuh
The crick
Southern women know the joys of June, July, and August:
Colorful hi-heel sandals
Strapless sun dresses
Iced sweet tea with mint
Straw hats and big sunglasses
Southern women know everybody’s first name:
Honey
Darlin’
Shugah
Southern women know the movies that speak to their hearts:
Fried Green Tomatoes
Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood
Steel Magnolias
Gone With The Wind
Southern women know their religions:
Baptist
Methodist
Football
Southern women know their country breakfasts:
Red-eye gravy
Grits
Eggs
Country ham
Mouth-watering homemade biscuits with momma’s homemade jelly
Southern women know their cities dripping with Southern charm:
Chawl’stn
S’vanah
Foat Wuth
N’awlins
Addlanna
Southern women know their elegant gentlemen:
Men in uniform.
Men in tuxedos
Rhett Butler
Southern girls know their prime real estate:
The Mall
The Country Club
The Beauty Salon
Southern girls know the 3 deadly sins:
Having bad hair and nails
Having bad manners
Cooking bad food
More Suthen-ism’s:
Only a Southerner knows the difference between ahissie fit and a conniption fit , and that you don’t ‘HAVE’ them, you ‘PITCH’ them.
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Only a Southerner knows how many fish, collard greens, turnip greens, peas, beans, etc., make up ‘a mess.’
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Only a Southerner can show or point out to you the general direction of ‘yonder.’
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Only a Southerner knows exactly how long ‘directly’is, . as in: ‘Going to town, be back directly.’
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Even Southern babies know that ‘Gimme some sugar’is not a request for the white, granular sweet substance that sits in a pretty little bowl in the middle of the table.
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All Southerners know exactly when ‘by and by’ is. They might not use the term, but they know the concept well.
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Only a Southerner knows instinctively that the best gesture of solace for a neighbor who’s got trouble is a plate of hot fried chicken and a big bowl of cold potato salad. If the neighbor’s trouble is a real crisis, they also know to add a large banana puddin!
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Only Southerners grow up knowing the difference between ‘right near’ and ‘a right far piece.’ They also know that ‘just down t he road’ can be 1 mile or 20.
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Only a Southerner, both knows and understands, the difference between a redneck, a good ol’ boy, and po’ white trash.
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No true Southerner would ever assume that the car with the flashing turn signal is actually going to make a turn.
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A Southerner knows that ‘fixin’ can be used as a noun, a verb, or an adverb.
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Only Southerners make friends while standing in lines, … and when we’re ‘in line,’ . we talk to everybody!
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Put 100 South erners in a room and half of them will discover they’re related, even if only by marriage.
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In the South, y’all is singular, all y’all is plural.
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Southerners know grits come from corn and how to eat them.
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Every Southerner knows tomatoes with eggs, bacon, grits, and coffee are perfectly wonderful; that red eye gravy is also a breakfast food; and that fried green tomatoes are not a breakfast food.
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When you hear someone say, ‘Well, I caught myself lookin’,’ you know you are in the presence of a genuine Southerner!
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Only true Southerners say ‘sweet tea,’ ‘sweet milk,’ and ‘light bread’. Sweet tea indicates the need for sugar and lots of it — we do not like our tea unsweetened. ‘Sweet milk’ means you don’t want buttermilk. And ‘Light bread’ is white bread.
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And a true Southerner knows you don’t scream obscenities at little old ladies who drive 30 MPH on the freeway. You just say,’Bless her heart’ … and go your own way.
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To those of you who are still a little embarrassed by your Southerness: Take two tent rev ivals and a dose of sausage gravy and call me in the morning. Bless your heart!
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And to those of you who are still having a hard time understanding all this Southern stuff, … bless your hearts, I hear they are fixin’ to have classes on Southernness as a second language!
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And for those that are not from the South but have lived here for a long time, all y’all need a sign to hang on y’alls front porch that reads ‘I ain’t from the South, but I got here as fast as I could.’
Southern girls know men may come and go, but friends are fahevah !
Stacie
Richmond, VA
We just wanted to say – first of all, we are wild about this book – and LOVE every story! (It reminds us of your blog!!) Second – we are delighted to have found your blog! Thanks for writing!
Karla & Karrie
The Summer Kitchen Girls
I’ve enjoyed reading every comment, laughing at those I’ve already known and a few I haven’t! Although I’m from the North–I have southern relatives and sayings just work their way north. I love grits and “slump”, and many many other foods mentioned.
ruthanne :) we have so much in common :) both a mom of 4, both from socal and both love the Lord with all our hearts :) thank you thank you thank you for your beautiful and uplifting note on my blog today. it filled my heart with such sweetness. you are right…! you are so right! and just yesterday while i was driving in the car, i was listening to kwave (calvary chapels station, which is the church we attend) and the message was on finding peace and joy in meditating on GOD’s word.:) and thinking on ‘these things’, good,pure,noble,of good praise….and i was lifted again, just knowing that God sent that message to me at the right time for the right purpose. so today when you left me the same message with the same scriptures it just filled me with such joy!
i am still resisting those downer thoughts and resting in His beautiful peace and oh so thankful for true sisters in Christ who come along at the perfect moment and share the perfect message of hope.
God bless you today and what a lovely lovely blog you have!!! those cookbooks are so sweet and i love love love pie too. baking pies is a true joy!
hugs my friend,
shelbi
I love your old time pictures , brings back memories of the past . You really have a very nice blog , good reading to . Mary
Miss Ruthann, I wonder if you’ve ever heard of the book “The Southern Belle Primer: Or Why Princess Margaret Will Never Be A Kappa Kappa Gamma” by Marylyn Schwartz? Its a tad tongue-in-cheek, but being a Southern Belle wannabe myself (I’m a Yankee-transplant living in Tallahassee, FL!), I found it delightful. All kinds of interesting information about southern names, traditions, recipes, saying, even a chapter about the meanings behind a bride’s silver pattern selection! I think you’d really enjoy it.
Good morning Ruthann,(love your name, it is a combination of mine and my dear deceased mommy, who died when i was only 15 yrs old, hers was Ruth and mine is Cheryl Ann)
I was wondering where you get the pie choches(sp) like the slice of pie on the dish i think it is cherry with ice cream? i can’t find anything like it anywhere in a store or online (sad), i love them and your 4 and 20 blackbirds lamp? I also wanted to know what kind of door you have for your pantry,( the screen door) I just love it and recently our pantry door, which is a bi-fold, which i have hated since we bought our new home 3 years ago, fell completely off, only one side, but what seemed like a curse is turning into a blessing in disguise, since my friend Linda that got me hooked on your blogspot, said do what Ruthann did on her pantry door so i got so excited, that i couldn’t sleep, i tried and dozed for an hour or two and had to get up and look it up again and tell you how much i love and appreciate you, for being there for all of us out here, that need ideas and for sharing all your encouragement in the Lord! I am praying for you and your family to guide and keep you safe and strong so we can enjoy you for a long time to come, and if we don’t meet here on this earth, I know we will spend eternity with our loving Savior Jesus.
all my love in Jesus
Cheryl moore
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