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Originally posted by mark123:
Ok, but I still don't want sugar in my tea.

What is wrong with you??

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When I moved from Tampa in the 80s to the mountains of NC, they treated me like a leper, got called Floridiot, got singled out , excluded, one kid even threatened to cut my throat while he got off the school bus, my second or third day at school....(I was in high school) my dad didn’t believe me when I told him about it. It was only when my older brother confirmed for my dad, did it get addressed.

It’s not just northerners who treat you bad Tigerdore....because of the treatment I had there I only keep up with two or three people from my HS. I guess technically they were northerners to my norm...but they were still southerners.

My folks like sugar in their tea.

Can't really be a southerner if you have no sugar in your tea.

But my folks have only been in Georgia since 1733.

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Originally posted by .38supersig:
My folks like sugar in their tea.

I grew up with sugar in my tea, but my wife's relatives in the rural South grew up with a little tea in their sugar.



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Originally posted by soflaac:
"You've got that all wrong, a Damn Yankee is a guy from the North who moves down here & marries your sister".

In college I had a roommate from Connecticut. Ed's a great guy, and we got along very well. One particular Friday night I went "back home" for my high school's rivalry football game. I took Ed with me. My parents were at the game and we hung out with them while we were there.

Mom and Ed got along famously, instantly. At some point in the conversation, Mom asked Ed if he knew "the difference between a Yankee and a damn Yankee."

Ed, in classic, polite "Ed Style" smiled and said, "Yes, ma'am, I do."

(As the line goes, "a Yankee comes to visit; a damn Yankee stays.")

Some time after graduation, Ed moved back to Connecticut.

I spent 3 months at a radar site near Eufaula, Alabama going to a school. I swear that everyone there had been born within 50 miles of the place. As a guy who grew up in DEE troit, I didn't fit in well. When years later I lived in Sumter, South Carolina, things were much nicer.

flashguy

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The CNN bit that got Don Lemon in trouble, the guest was making of fun of Trump supporters by imitating a thick southern accent and acting ignorant.

So even today, stereotyped the same.

You know every place I've been has a north feeling superior than the south thing - China, India, Europe - and place I know people from - Vietnam. Usually this follow southerners having darker skin from being in the sun more often, or in this country sunburned red.

^^Spent 18 months in Italy as a young man courtesy of Uncle Sam. Down south where I was stationed it was similar, south was seen as farming / country - north was the more sophisticated area.

Worked with a Italian fella a few years ago, emigrated with his family to US as a teen, I used some of the not so great Italian that I remembered on him - his response "You speak a very crude Italian dialect". When I asked for clarification he said I spoke what he considered as a hick.

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Originally posted by TigerDore:

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Originally posted by .38supersig:
My folks like sugar in their tea.

I grew up with sugar in my tea, but my wife's relatives in the rural South grew up with a little tea in their sugar.
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Ain't no such thing as Unsweet tea.
Unsweet tea is just sweet tea you ain't finished making yet!
I've seen moms put sweet tea in their babies bottle...

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Originally posted by cparktd:
Ain't no such thing as Unsweet tea.
Unsweet tea is just sweet tea you ain't finished making yet!
I've seen moms put sweet tea in their babies bottle...

I grew up in the Deep South (East TX). East TX is unlike the rest of TX, has its own unique accent, and votes with LA, MS, AL. (when George Wallace ran, he carried East TX, but not the rest of the state). Anyway, as to tea. I've made several journeys across the Deep South. In fast food restaurants, where I stop for tea and a snack while driving on a trip, you will find a large metal container of "tea", and next to it a much smaller container labeled "unsweetened tea". "Unsweetened", like they went to some extra effort or a different process (like removing the sugar) to make this foreign stuff.

I think the real divide in our nation is between urban and rural people. This has been my experience around the world, particularly France, Ireland, Vietnam and Peru. Country people want to live in peace and don’t really care what others do. City folks look down on country folks and want to tell everyone else how to live. Somewhat of a generalization, but mostly true in my experience.

Side note, I was born and raised in Kentucky, which only began to see itself as southern after the Civil War. This was due to how bad the Federal Government treated the state after the war. Prior to that they considered themselves a western state. I know there is racism here, like every where, but nothing remotely like what I found just north of here. We do like our tea sweetened, though.

I was born in Ohio. At age 14 we moved to Charlotte when it was still a southern city. The folks were nice but I was still a yankee... We moved back to Ohio when I was 17. 3 years in Charlotte was all it took to realize the south was not what I learned as a child and was much better.

I moved back to Charlotte when I was 35. I have not regretted a minute of it...

Born in Arizona (lived there only my first year), reared in Michigan by mid-Southern parents (Missouri, Arkansas), and 20 years in USAF. I do want my tea sweetened somewhat, but not to the extent it is done in the Deep South. And, being Diabetic, I use an artificial sweetener, so must order "unsweet tes" in restaurants.

My first real exposure to the Deep South was in my first year of USAF, when I attended a radar school in Eufaaula, Alabama. Most of those stationed there had lived their entire lives in the area, I think, and having a northern rearing, I didn't fit in very well. The natives were polite, but not friendly, if you know what I mean. Ten years later I was assigned at Sumter, South Carolina, and lived there 4 years. My reception was very different: the natives were very nice and I had a most enjoyable time there. Now, having just completed my 40th year as an adopted Texan in Dallas, I willingly accept the title of "Southerner" if anyone want to use it. My life here is good.

flashguy

Given the political clash now occurring in Georgia, wherein gun grabbers have a shot at taking the Senate, the house and the Presidency if it goes their way: we truly are all Southerners now.

Good luck to the folks in Georgia, we're all Georgians now. Hold yer breath. (love.... from Oregon)

I was born in Oklahoma but lived most of my life, and currently live, in southeast Virginia. I've traveled extensively on the east coast, and a bit further west, and I never really feel like I'm in the south until I cross the James River. It seems like there is a distinctly different feel south of the James. You start to see Spanish Moss. Go a little further and there are alligators. Travel at certain times and you will see vast fields that are snow white with cotton. Some of that harvested cotton that fell will lay in the fields for many months before birds or whatever carries it off. Restaurants serve sweet tea. And boiled peanuts. An no one knows what scrapple is. (I do, my dad is from Pennsylvania). The south is where redneck boys jack up up the front of their truck, and lower the rear. It's where someone will own hundred of acres of land, and live in a mobile home out by the road, and fly a Trump flag on their flag pole. A flag pole that's stuck in the ground inside an old bus tire that's laying on its side, half buried in the ground and painted white, that now serves as a flower bed. Where if a single snowflake falls, traffic become a nightmare. Where people use engine crankshafts to mount their mail boxes on. And NASCAR stuff is everywhere. Where if you just stop on the side of the road, some dude with few teeth and in a pickup stops within a few minutes to ask if you're alright. (Yeah that still happens.) I did that once to move a big black snake off the road. A guy stopped and asked if i was okay. I told him I was moving a big snake off the road. He looked at me like I was nuts and said, "You shoulda just run that bitch over."

I love the south.

Yep, day before yesterday I was stopped with my grandson on our main entry road to show my 4 yr old grandson some cows and mini - horses from the car and a gentleman stopped to make sure we were not broke down. Just another day in paradise. (-;

Ps Some of my neighbors are still flying Trump flags. But then we don’t cave as much as other places to what’s fashionable/correct liberal behavior.

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Originally posted by mark123:
Ok, but I still don't want sugar in my tea.

You are above the line,
So, yeah.

My wife is from East TN and had many cousins in Michigan (moved up when the car plants were booming). She went to visit sometimes and had many people ask her if she had to buy shoes just for this trip. Ask her if they had indoor toilets (she'd answer yes, 4 of them and two kitchens). Ask her if there were any colleges in the south (yes - many of them. Some considered the oldest in the nation [UGA, UNC]).

They knew absolutely nothing about the south.

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Originally posted by mark123:
Ok, but I still don't want sugar in my tea.

well,,,,, bless your heart

Kentucky was my home, north of the river we were hicks, rednecks hillbillys, to those south of the KY/TN border we weren't considered quite as southern... Like in the war a state divided by the extremes on both sides. Far as I'm concerned its southern.

Used to drink sweet tea and coke, but my doc says I don't like it... So it's off the table, but I'll down the occasional Ale 8/1 and fried bologna sandwich followed up with a moonpie when I can get my hands on it....

Man! And a RC cola with the moonpie . From north western Va. Originally myself. I miss fresh fried apple pies the most!

For some reason, I just had the urge to put a package of peanuts in a grape Nehi.