It is useless to try to explain Southern things to Northern people…
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I think its time for a bit of fun with this one.
Each Thursday in our newspaper we have the ‘Rapides Senior News.’ Course being a senior myself, I enjoy reading the wherewithals, and my favorite writer is Betty Dekeyzer. She always has the most interesting things to say.
This week in her ‘Straight Talk’, Betty presented a few things that she had learned over the years. Here is a tidbit from her list:
*Most of the things I have worried about never happened.
*You can get by on charm for about 25 years, but after that you better know something.
*Whatever women do they must do twice as well as men to be thought half as good. Luckily, it is not difficult.
Hey, how did that one slip in there? Now I firmly resemble that. 
*We must believe in luck. How else can we tolerate the success of those we don’t like?
And here’s the one that gave me a good belly laugh, cause it is so true… 
Its useless to try and explain Southern things to Northern people…
Northern folk are jest not as well bred as we southerners. We’ve been trained from baby times to be charming, witty, friendly, fun loving, to have a sturdy sense of humor, open doors for the ladies, know how to prepare a pig for cooking that all you’ll have left is the grunt and the squeal, and to live a laid back life where no kind of burr gets under your saddle. We’uns are jest very genteel folk. And all this is doubly true for we Louisiana cajun-type folk.
But the thing that bothers me most about Northern folk is that they have the hardest time getting a handle on our good ole specialized Southern lingo. Folk like Jenni B., will look at you like a deer in headlights when you try to civilize her proper like.
Here is jest a short list on some of our Southern sayings:
*Go soak yer’ head in buttermilk means, ‘Take time to calm yourself, cool down a bit.’
*Id’n a frog had wings, he wud’n't whomp his butt when he landed, means, ‘Don’t talk such foolishness that don’t make no sense anyhow.’
*That’s rough as a corn cob, means, ‘That’s a bad situation.’
*His Ma musta’ dropped him on his head when he was born, means, ‘That fella don’t think just right.’
Course all of this is just plaining funnin’. Fact is my mama use to tell me that her and dad found me on a railroad track where a buzzard had laid me, the sun hatched me, and they felt real sorry for me and brought me home. Now they was jest funning, cause I really wasn’t laid by any buzzard. I was brought by a stork jest like everyone else.
But I have managed to pass this saying on to my kids. Believe Nathan was the one that got straddled with it. Anyway, I don’t want them to start getting high-minded over their culturalized up bringings.
By the way, did you hear about that revival they had in over in Pascacoula, Mississippi…
Yep, it was a foot stomping revival. Why they even wrote a song about it. I believe the church was called ‘the First Self-Righteous Church of Pascacoula. Like to hear it? Here’s to your liking.
Ok, nuff funning. Guess I’d better close down for the evening. Got guesting arriving any moment.
And listen folk. Did you know that the more you laugh, the less you are required to have to pray?
Well, think about it for a bit.
Much love coming your way,
Buddy
