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Southern Fried: Memories From My Younger Self

Updated on November 7, 2010

A Lifetime Of Observations

I want to share some tidbits. Hopefully, you will see the humour, and agree, some people are here just to  make our life interesting.  Not all "southerners", are tobacco spitting, toothless, shoot you on sight, skin your hide, hillbillies.............but those qualities lie deep within a true southern spirit.   So does " southern justice", lest you attack me!

The Bible Belt

Be sure, very sure that it does exist.

However, not all of us were "born" believers. I was not.

Once, I was known for my sharp and biting wit. This wit included the phrase, " God bless my rebel ass".

Whether you find it endearing or offensive, it is the truth.

I was known among my family and my friends for saying this phrase, when astounded, when in disbelief, when at a loss for something more fitting to knew this was coming......

As a young mother, and a new Christian, sitting attentively in the third or fourth pew.....

My two year old daughter, with a good vocabulary of her own, dashed out of the nursery, came charging into the Sanctuary, declaring, " I want my Mama"..............the old ladies found it adorable,such a sweet child,  what a good mom I must be..........

Well, the Pastor, just happened to be reviewing the Beatitudes, and when he said, " Blessed are the merciful" young daughter cried out.........

"And God Bless My Rebel Ass"..................

I the floor, into oblivion, she had learned what she had been taught........and I learned as well. I never again voiced that phrase. Nor, did I dare ask God for mercy. You really do reap what you sow.

So You Want To Go Frog Giggin, Do You

Frog giggin.......the capturing of frogs, is quite a sport in some parts of the south. Frog legs are considered a delicacy....

My brothers and some friends, were on such an adventure one night when a headlight on the truck went out. Being the imaginative sort that they were, one offered a desperate solution. A .22 caliber bullet would fit perfectly, in the fuse box, remaking the wiring connection.

All was well for a while, then while crossing a ditch, a sporting event common to the south, the bullet went off, shooting the driver's testicle off. The boys received ' a real good talkin to' from Grandpa. I was very relieved that I had not been allowed to follow my brothers! The repair of the injury was never discussed in my presence. Nor, can I tell you firsthand what 'a real good talkin to' entails.......I do think, I am fortunate not to have ever gotten one.

That incident was a high price to pay for frog legs! I do not care where you are from, or how good your Grandma can make them taste.


Pinto Beans

Every single day of her adult life, my Grandmother put these things upon her table: fried potatoes, cornbread and pinto beans. EVERY SINGLE DAY..........for years without end.....

I love fried potatoes, I like cornbread, but I do not care if I never eat another pinto bean. Isn't it odd the way things influence us?

Once, as a kid, we went to some " to do", it could have been a family reunion, or some other celebration.

I went through the serving line ( as a kid ) and one lady put pintos on my plate. I went out of sight, discarded the beans, and went back through the line. The same lady, was still serving, she again, put the beans on my plate. Again, I went out of her sight and trashed the beans. Going a third time to the serving line, the same lady greeted me, " Bless your heart child, you sure like beans"...............I dropped my plate and ran quickly to the safety of my brothers.

They were big enough to serve themselves and snitch me something to eat as well.


Hot Rod Magazines

My Grandmother never met anyone that she could not feed. Everyone was welcome at her table and to her home. To the neighborhood, and its outreaching areas, she was known as " Granny".

Through her outreach, the family had a friend, Ricky.......

Ricky grew up ( sorta) and got married. Apparently, his wife was more prepared for marriage and home life than Ricky was. He was known for improper husbandly behavior. His wife said so, and so did her brothers.

On one occasion, Ricky was asked to leave his marital home, and he came to my Grandmother........who welcomed him.

Ricky brought in box after box and  still more boxes. Finally, Granny asked, Son, where are your clothes, all you have here are magazines........?

Ricky said, " well Granny, if she is mad enough to burn my clothes, there's no telling  what she would do to my hot rod magazines". 

Some things have more value than others.

The Reform School

Today it would be called 'juvenile hall", then, and there, it was the " Boy's Industrial Training School", and it was about four miles across the field, and seven by the roadway. It was barely visible on a clear day, yet we knew it was there. The 'school' knew where the farm was, and probably the residents had a general idea of where the private property began. I am not sure about this, but I speculate, it would have been considered a safety zone.

One foggy morning, the radio station reported an escape from the training center. Shortly after the report, there was a knock on the door. A few moments later, the request to my Grandmother to prepare 3 more breakfast plates, which were served, unobserved on the front porch.

At mid morning, another knock came upon the door, drawing my Grandfather outdoors. When Grandpa closed the door, you were not to follow. He practiced, " children are to be seen and not heard", but for some reason, he did allow me some leeway......perhaps he knew I was outnumbered by brothers, or maybe there was another reason. I was privy to things, that my brothers were not, though I was also expected to behave.

However, I opened the front door and stood at the screen, listening, hearing enough to wonder if I should be afraid. What I can recall :

officer........3 escaped convicts, beware, weapons, dangerous, contact us if you see them!

Papa.......Well, I already saw them

officer.......when, where,

Papa.....they were here this morning

officer.....are you ok, is your family harmed, what did they want, where were they headed

Papa......all I know is they wanted something to eat

officer.......what did you do

Papa.........I asked the Mrs. to fix 3 plates

officer.......why did you do that?

Papa...... ( with a slight chuckle) I told you, they were hungry

Out of the Mouth of Southern Babes

This is the story of my dad, who semi- retired , to be around his grandchildren, speaking to one of my daughters.

Poppa........It was a long night and I could not sleep, so I asked the Lord , to let me sleep

Daughter.......eyes upon Grandpa, says nothing

Poppa........It was too early to get up and go to work, there was nothing on TV so I said, Lord, Lord, help me sleep

Daughter.......never taking her eyes of her Grandpa

Poppa.......I said, Lord, Lord, tell me what to do. It is too early to go to work, nothing on TV and I can't sleep

Daughter........just watching Grandpa's eyes

Poppa........finally, the Lord said, Bill, just lay there and think about your lovely grand daughter, think about how pretty she is, how smart she is, just think about how lucky you are to have her

Daughter.........Poppa, why didn't you just ask the Lord for a shorter night!

North, South And Some Differences

The North has sun-dried toe-mah-toes.  The South has 'mater samiches.

The North has coffeehouses.  The South has Waffle Houses.

The North has double last names. The South has double first names.

The North has the Mafia.  The South has NASCAR.

The North has Indy car races. The South has Swamp Buggy races.

The North has lobsters.  The South has crawdads.

The North has distilleries , breweries and liquor stores. The South has stills, moonshine and them ridgerunners.

Work Ethic

A Grandmother at a feisty 91 years old and living alone in a small town in Alabama had a total hip replacement and was house bound. Her family, was concerned for her welfare and called Meals on Wheels.

The next day a volunteer phoned the woman and cheerfully explained that Meals on Wheels is a service which relies on volunteers to help the elderly and the ill.  Would she be interested in it?

There was a reflective pause. "Well, sure," the 'housebound' woman said. "If you can't find anyone else to get food to the old people, I guess I can."

Things Not Easily Understood In Other Regions

How we know the difference between hissy and conniption fits and how to recognize each.

Where exactly, 'over yonder' is located.

How long it will take you to arrive, after you have said, " I'll be there directly".

How to measure distance in time. It's about 45 minutes to the state line.

The difference between "pert near" and " a right far piece".

The difference between moonshine and white lightening.

Southern cooks sense when a neighbor  is in trouble. They will arrive with platters of fried chicken and crocks of potato salad in tow.

Southern cooks also know if you are in serious trouble. They bring the fried chicken, potato salad AND banana pudding!

Southern Grandmothers have the best method for preventing milk from going sour. They keep it in the cow.

A Brave Lady

 I had taken my daughters out to eat.  They were all under ten, and not used to ugly or foul language. 

Seated near us were four men, who were excited about something that had happened during their workday.  Their talk was pretty rough , and constant.  I did not want my daughters to hear it, in fact, I did not want to hear it either.  It persisted.

I was trying to brace myself to approach them, without incurring their anger...

Before, I could muster the courage, an elderly and feeble woman, left her table, strolled over and very briskly said,  " you boys, gonna eat with those mouths"?

I have no idea who she was, if she felt any intimidation, but that little lady, is one of my inspirations.  She had spunk!


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      onegoodwoman 6 years ago from A small southern town


      Some of those, I might prepare she did not repeat.

      It is our children, who show us our truest faces.

      I am glad you like it, thanks for reading.

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      rminela 6 years ago from Newberry, Fl.

      It just goes to show how you how impressionable the little one's are. Bet she'll have some future stories to tell, especially with you as her mom.

      This was a fun hub to read, laid back and ever so flowing.

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      onegoodwoman 7 years ago from A small southern town

      James A. Watkins,

      I am glad that you came, and I am

      especially glad that you laughed!

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      James A Watkins 7 years ago from Chicago

      The story about your daughter's remark in church is hilarious!

      A "real good talkin' to" probably involves a trip to the wood shed with a hickory switch.

      I love potatoes too. When my mom was pregnant with me, she couldn't hold down anything but potatoes. She says I came out of the womb a potato eater.

      The "Work Ethic" story is priceless! I laughed out loud.

      "You boys gonna eat with them mouths?" :D

      This Hub is the most fun I've had in a long time.

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      onegoodwoman 7 years ago from A small southern town

      What a wonder lady drpastorcarlotta is !

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      Pastor Dr. Carlotta Boles 7 years ago from BREAKOUT MINISTRIES, INC. KC

      I am looking forward to meeting you as well on another page. Be Blessed!

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      onegoodwoman 7 years ago from A small southern town


      I am delighted that you could see past the humor in that!

      It is a pleasure to have you reading and commenting.

      Looking forward to meeting you again on another page.

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      onegoodwoman 7 years ago from A small southern town


      Southern men would not read the warning, much less heed it! They're not fond of reading directions either....

      Thanks for coming by, I have missed your presence.

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      Pastor Dr. Carlotta Boles 7 years ago from BREAKOUT MINISTRIES, INC. KC

      Loved your testimony about "And God Bless My Rebel Ass" This testimony will speak to many!!! I also like fried potatoes, cornbread and pinto beans, YES!!! GREAT HUB!

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      Jason R. Manning 7 years ago from Sacramento, California

      Hey Y,

      Nice background, I’ve already started spelling out words I do not want my daughter of 19 months old to learn. Children sure do teach us a lot about who we are and what were about. I thank you for the great story telling. I have heard of the .22 bullet being used several times, funny how it always ends with a similar out come, maybe they need a surgeon generals warning on the box…

      God Bless.

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      onegoodwoman 7 years ago from A small southern town


      It is good to see you again!

      I guess laughing at ourselves is a

      remedy worldwide. It sure beats

      crying and feeling sorry for our shortcomings.

      Thanks for making you way to my hub!

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      onegoodwoman 7 years ago from A small southern town


      That's good that you got to visit US and had a good experience. You're buying a cookbook tickled me! Beware, the butter levels, though, sometimes they are

      very high.

      Thanks for taking time to read my hub. Take care in your travels........

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      Christina Lornemark 7 years ago from Sweden

      I enyoyed this hub so much, and I am not even from America! I love to read stories about every day life in other countries, which are the ones that tell us most about the people living there! Thanks for sharing!

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      Ireno Alcala 7 years ago from Bicol, Philippines

      I am a Southerner, too, here in the Philippines. Before. children were not allowed to partake in adult conversation; but now, they're eager to entertain or talk to them, who are your visitors. We used to be reserved but today's kids are outgoing.

      Loved Southern cooking, too! (Even bought a recipe book from Georgia when our ship went there in 2005).

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      onegoodwoman 7 years ago from A small southern town

      Dave Sibole

      This is the first time someone had told me that they shared my hub with a spouse! What a great compliment.

      Thanks so much for coming by and sharing that with me.

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      Dave Sibole 7 years ago from Leesburg, Oh

      Enjoyed it so much I read it to my wife. (She is a bookworm but Hubs are not on her reading list.) Had a sargent when I was in the Air Force that was from Ky. and they had soup beans at least 6 days a week and especially if company was comin'.

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      onegoodwoman 7 years ago from A small southern town

      Thank you Fullerman5000,

      You know 'we' have our ways down here.

      I imagine you must be an entertaining uncle.

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      onegoodwoman 7 years ago from A small southern town


      I got so tickled at your comment, that I laughed too!

      Thanks for coming by, you added to my day. :)

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      Ryan Fuller 7 years ago from Louisiana, USA

      This was great. I have a two year old neice who always surprises me with what she will say next. I enjoyed this life story. Thanks.

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      justom 7 years ago from 41042

      I gotta' stop laughing so I can type. Great hub, really, this one just cracked me up, good job. FYI, I love southern cooking but I can't get next to those pinto beans or grits:-) This hub should win that hub nuggets or whatever they call it, to me it's that good! Peace!! Tom

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      onegoodwoman 7 years ago from A small southern town

      Dave Matthews,

      I am glad that you got a chuckle.

      Thanks for coming by and taking a read.

      Somethings become funny, only after they

      have mellowed with time.....

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      onegoodwoman 7 years ago from A small southern town


      "I'll tell you what".........How could I have let that out!

      At my childhood home, with my Grandparents, breakfast was the meal of the day. Get up, make the bed, and come to the table. It was loaded with food. I was married before I knew you could go back to bed.

      My hubby is from Barstow, and I call him a desert rat. When he gets on my nerves, I tell him, " you ain't really southern". He is small in comparison to my brothers, who tell him " you're topwater", after being around for a while, I finally explained to him what that meant.

      Take care, Judi, I am glad you came!

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      onegoodwoman 7 years ago from A small southern town


      Hello friend, good to see you here again.

      If we learn to laught at ourselves, we never run out of entertainment!

      I am glad you found it worth the reading.

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      Dave Mathews 7 years ago from NORTH YORK,ONTARIO,CANADA

      I love the stories and got a laugh out of them. Thank you.

      Brother Dave.

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      Judicastro 7 years ago from birmingham, Alabama

      Oh sweet sister I giggled and laughed, so good. I could so see your little 2 year old running into church. Although I was born and raised in S.Calif. and lived all over the states I never felt I was home until I moved to Alabama. I found out later that both sides of my family are all from here and we have so much history here. I grew up with phrases like "bless her heart" and then for some reason you could follow with some kind of insult and it didn't seem so bad, like bless her heart she's the size of the side of a barn. "I'll tell you what..." was the phase mama used when she just didn't know what to say. Mention has not been made of fried okra, grits, collard's. Biggest meal was Dinner (lunch) supper was just finishing off what wasn't "ete" at dinner. My middle son loves living here, he is definitely a rebel through and through. You can take a man out of the south but you can't take the south out of them! I told my husband who had been accused of being a yankee more times than we can count that I'm here to stay, unless Jesus moves me. (-;

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      prasetio30 7 years ago from malang-indonesia

      Another great hub from you. How did you make this so special? I really enjoy this hub again and again. Thanks for share with us. Thumbs up for you. Have a nice weekend!


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      onegoodwoman 7 years ago from A small southern town


      Once, I walked into a restraunt in Syracuse, they had a sign posted that said, "Authenic Southern Cooking", I popped off and asked, "what does a Yankee know about southern food?'....the hostess said, " we hire them and relocate them"........

      Southern cooks migrate! Perhaps your Mom met one, or invested in a good southern cook book. She learned, that is the point.

      Glad you enjoyed it, thanks for coming by.

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      tmbridgeland 7 years ago from Small Town, Illinois

      I eat corn bread every day, and I like pintos, but my wife doesn't so I don't get them much. My mom somehow picked up the southern cooking thing, though she never lived farther south than Central Illinois. My grandmother made the best home made chicken and noodles. Nice hub, brings back lost memories.

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      onegoodwoman 7 years ago from A small southern town

      Hello again Fiddleman,

      I am glad that you got pleasure from it.

      The wisdom and comfort you are passing to your

      youngsters will stay with them forever. Just as

      my Grandparents remain with me.

      God Bless you and yours.......

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      Fiddleman 7 years ago

      I enjoyed this one, rang a bell.