Garden and Gun magazine has a weekly email that includes a “Burning Question” to which readers can respond. It’s one of my favorite parts of this regular correspondence.
Recently readers were asked to tell a southern story using just five words. Here are some of the “tales.”
You can read more here.
I found some of these hilarious, others touching. But if you are not familiar with the South, they might not even make sense.
So – what is MY Five Word Southern Story? I like “Cicadas sang me to sleep,” but I’d change mine to “Crickets…” “Nobody knew but the dog,” leads to lots of remembrances. And my son first commented on “After, we called him Stump,” (thankfully no memories there).
But MY story? That’s so hard. Only five words?
I get chills and a few tears whenever I hear Buddy Jewell’s “Sweet Southern Comfort” (which was a bit embarrassing when I heard him at a local high school’s fundraiser songwriter’s night). Some lines I could borrow from that include
Open arms (are) waiting for me
Surrounded by these priceless memories
Sweet southern comfort carry on
My story would include church, family, friendships, heat, soft breezes, fireflies, heart, kindness, friendly waves, lakes, cookin’, covered dish dinners, hydrangeas, magnolias, barefoot, swimmin’ holes, picnics, football, music, flags, hugs, welcomes, accents (drawl), lots of love, and so very much more.
I’m deeply thankful for the South and all its goodness being a big part of the essence who I am.
I do know, “What is important matters here.” As for my own five word story, I’ll keep working on it.