Oh man, a whole group of yankees. What on earth have I gotten myself into?
Well, even among my southern peers, I seem to have a bit more of a southern drawl, and use cornpone quite a bit, so they southerners even, call me a redneck. And, the ones that have been to my house are certain that I am a true redneck.
But, I was indeed raised in a barn. (Did live in a barn for a while. It was a house, with all the amenities, but if you looked at it, you would call it a barn. We also had chickens at that time, and they roosted in a pile of hay, that was on the back porch/loading dock of that barn. Said barn was our workshop at the old house, back when we owned a portion of land out past the edge of town. While dad built the main house, we lived in the barn, which was designed to be our workshop, so it was complete with loading dock, and a 12 foot wide door at an end. While we lived there, we used furniture strategically placed, to separate rooms. The only source of heat, was a wood burning stove. We lived there for about 4 1/2 years. Yeah, I was raised in a barn.
Back to what I was saying (I digress). Round here, if you have a thick yankee accent (Why the heck does spell check say yankee isn't a word? I mean, it isn't worth capitalizing or nothing.
) you will know it. But, for the most part, you get left alone, except by me, and folks like me. And, if you don't eat your grits, or you ruin them with sugar, or syrup, you ain't never gonna hear the end of it. There's a reason I have the avatar that I do.
