Life in the South
My mom would be surprised if she was alive today. She spent a large amount of her childhood growing up in the South. For my part, as the heir to her life experience, I was the victim of turnip greens and salt rising bread. I have to admit, the okra grew on me. While she had lived in the North since graduating from college if you listened carefully you could still hear that twang in her voice. Her parents spent their last years in Louisiana and her brother still lives in Birmingham, Alabama. Her son was a product of the North, literally. I grew up in Alaska probably closer to Canadian than American. Okay, Canadian with out the socialism surrounded by guns and anti-federalism. Come to think of it, maybe I was the only socialist non-Canadian Canadian in the state. Well, Canada aside today I call Columbia, South Carolina my home. If my mother were alive today she would have been shocked but perhaps a little bit proud. I am not sure why, maybe it's a Southern thing. Wh