Wednesday, October 17, 2012

Once Upon a time

Once upon a time, there was a little girl who lived in The South.

She lived in The South of pearls and flip-flops, biscuits and gravy, shrimp and grits, and sweet tea. She lived in The South of every Sunday church attendance, slow-paced living and even slower talking. She lived in The South where there were no strangers. Everyone was a friend, and everyone knew everything about everyone else.

When this little Southern Girl grew up, she went to college in The South. That's where she met The Yankee Boy. He was a nice Yankee. She was very surprised by him because she thought nice Yankees were a myth, like gold at the end of the rainbow.

The Southern Girl fell head over heels for the Yankee Boy. She even agreed to marry him. She was sure the Yankee Boy would get a job in The South. He would come to love grits and biscuits and gravy. His Yankee upbringing would be cured when they lived together in The South. She was sure of it.

She was wrong.

The Yankee Boy got a job Up North.

The Southern Girl that agreed to marry the Yankee Boy had to move to The North!

She was convinced it would be awful. She had heard horror stories about life in The North. She just knew that all the Yankees would be rude and mean. They would talk way too fast and make fun of her accent.

But she would have followed that Yankee Boy anywhere.

At first, life in The North was very hard on the Southern Girl. The Yankees didn't speak the same as she did. They didn't eat the same foods. They didn't wear the same kind of clothes. Instead of Buggies, they had Shopping Carts. And they didn’t have Bag Boys at the grocery store. The Southern Girl had to bag her own groceries! And they certainly didn't act in a way she understood. These Yankees were mean!

The Southern Girl in Yankee Land had a lot to learn. She had to learn how to live without sweet tea at restaurants. The Yankee people didn't even know what sweet tea was! She had to learn how to keep her thoughts to herself in public. The Yankees did not seem interested in chatting as they rang up her groceries or prepared her coffee at Starbucks.

Over time, the Southern Girl made friends with the cashier at the grocery store. She learned to bag her own groceries. She made sweet tea for all of her friends. The Southern Girl in the Yankee Land learned that just because the Yankees appeared rude, didn't mean they really were. They just didn't know any better. Given a little bit of grace, the Yankees could open up and actually be nice people. The Southern Girl even started to appreciate some of what The North had to offer.

The Southern Girl and the Yankee Boy had babies. Growing up in Yankee Land made it hard to raise them as Southern babies. There was some confusion at first. The babies like black eyed peas - preferably cooked with ham chunks. Those are really hard to find Up North.  The Southern Babies in the Yankee Land like grits too. The Southern Girl had to ask her Momma to ship the grits to her.

The Yankee Boy and the Southern Girl are trying to raise their boys with a bit of balance. They are the kindest boys in Yankee land. They say Yes Ma’am and No Sir. They say please and thank you. That's the Southern in them. They are also really quick thinkers. They’re comfortable in big cities and familiar with mass transit. That’s the Yankee in them. They have the best of both worlds.

And what happened to the Southern Girl who married the Yankee boy?

She is a very happy.  She has learned that Yankees are not all bad. Most of them are actually very nice people. They just need help. She still loves to go South. She enjoys the slower pace of life Down South and good home cooking. But she appreciates the things that come from living in Yankee land too: cheese steaks, changing of seasons, big city adventures, white American cheese, and new experiences around every corner.

She still talks like a Southern Girl. It confuses the Yankees. She blesses their heart and calls them "Darlin'". But every once in a while, you will hear her holler at the car in front of her in a very unladylike fashion. The Yankees may be rubbing off on her.

But she will always be a Southern Girl.



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aw... darlin... bless their little hearts. y'all, them yankees just don't know any bettah. :)
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1 reply · active 663 weeks ago
Sweetie, you said it!
Love it!!! It does take a might to adjust to life up here with them Yankees when you're used to life in the South. We'll just have to raise our confused babies so they know the best of both worlds. =)
2 replies · active 663 weeks ago
I knew you'd understand. We'll get our confused babies together for grits, black-eyed peas, and sweet tea.
Sounds good!!
This Texas girl can relate!! What an adjustment it was, moving up here. And my Yankee boy refuses to live down South. So Yankees we will always be. thank you for instilling those Southern manners in your boys, they really are so VERY important. Bless your lovely Southern heart. :)
1 reply · active 663 weeks ago
Kindred spirits, Honey. I know you understand. The Yankee men we found are the good ones. Now, finding Southern girls for our Yankee babies may be tough. We can work together.
So accurate!! Loved it! I'm also happily married to. "Nice Yankee" & we have lived all over the States....PA, TN, Texas, Kansas, etc. Funny how my family still considered us Yankees bc we had lived north of the Mason Dixon line, even when we lived in TX! ;).
1 reply · active 663 weeks ago
It's so funny! It's as if a few years Up North has tainted you forever :-)
I'd love a southern girl for my yankee boy...these yankee girls scare me and there only preschoolers.
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1 reply · active 663 weeks ago
They can be aggressive. A good Southern college should help him find a good one. Raise him to be a gentleman and like Southern foods. That will help him snag a good Southern girl :-)
I'm with you! Grits for life! (Girls Raised In The South) haha.
1 reply · active 663 weeks ago
Yes ma'am!! The best in the world!
Very funny... I had a different experience... I went from further south to way up North... from Mexico to Wisconsin and even when people were colder and not as affectionate as I was used to I did find out they were very warm deeper inside and coming back South (to Texas) I've found that even when people do go to church every Sunday... I had never seen so many Sex Shops in my life, interesting, isn't it? Such a "conservative" State!! I hadn't heard so much about human trafficking either... and I am scared out of my pants! ... I do find I have more friends here... and yes... things are more "laid back" and I've been blessed to find amazing people! but I think we can all find good and bad everywhere! I am happy you did! ;) Hugs!
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1 reply · active 663 weeks ago
Good and bad ARE everywhere. You just have to look for the good. Even Up North, there is good to be found :-)
I grew up in the middle, just below the Mason Dixon, where a bit of Southern charm lived alongside Northern hurry. Now I live out west, where neither of those are any where to be seen.
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2 replies · active 661 weeks ago
No charm and no hurry? What does the west have? I've never been out west, but I've always been curious about the culture there. Come by my house any day for a good dose of Southern with a Northern flair.
My New England raised sister is raising my niece on the Mason Dixon line. I already hear my super Yankee sister and her super duper Yankee husband saying things like sweet tea and I know what lies in ahead for my niece. No matter how hard they try, 2 super Yankees won't cancel out all that southern influence!!
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Love this!!
1 reply · active 662 weeks ago
Thanks, Honey! You are at the top of my list of "Things I love about where I live".
Wow, this is exactly what I thought would happen when this Yankee Girl went to school in the south. I thought I'd meet a good ol' Southern Gentleman who would sweep me off my feet and bring me home to his mama. I thought I'd live my life in the south. I thought I'd have to get used to the slow talkers, the unbelievably slow lines at the grocery from all the chatting, the barbeque, and of course, the accent. But then, I didn't meet my Southern Gentleman. I trucked myself back up North and found my own Yankee Boy and we've been happily ever after. But sometimes, I still think I would have made a wonderful Southern Girl, even if I was a transplant!
1 reply · active 661 weeks ago
I love this dream you had! But I'm glad that reality is good too. You could always play Pretend Southerner. Go to Charleston, SC for a week. Try to live life as they do. It's a refreshing change of pace - but it does take a few days to make the adjustment.

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