Yes, I know what cow-tipping, frog-gigging and snipe hunting is. Yes, I come from a place where if its alive, you can skin it and cook it. So the thought of moving to a big city and attending one of the largest universities in the South, came with both excitement and anxiety. However, let me be the first to say, as you will hear time and time again that
A Country Girl Can Survive.
Now I am no expert on anything, but I have learned a thing or two in my nearly four decades and I just want to put these lessons out there for any of you that may be thinking of migrating from the country to the city and invite you to share your own lessons! I will be using some of my maw’s favorite sayings to introduce these lessons, as she has more smarts than me!
Stay tuned for the first lesson: Cut a Fast Walking Stick….
I love that you are doing this!
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As you know my hubby isn’t exactly a country boy. Our biggest argument: country fashion. Hahaha! It kills him that Logan wears much boots with his cargo shorts 😉 but, hey, that’s just country, right? And we won’t discuss terminology! Did you know I’m made fun of for calling that red & white thing that goes on your fishing line a “diddy-dopper”? Here they’re called “floaters”. Ummmm…. No.
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I can’t wait to write about country vs city language!! I barely survived those first months!!
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Muck boots, not much boots.
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