Too Much Culture for Mr. Clyde
I was surprised to see Mrs. Cecelia uptown this morning. I thought she and her man were still out of town. I told her so once we had exchanged howdies. Mrs. Cecelia said they pulled into town late yesterday evening. Mrs. Cecilia retired from the public school system in May. A couple weeks later she and her husband, Mr. Clyde, took off in their new travel
Sarah and Her New BFF
The beloved hubby and I just returned from Houston, TX, where we enjoyed watching our oldest grandson, The All Things Southern Beau Czar, play in his Saturday morning soccer game. As an extra bonus, Grant Thomas even scored a goal that morning. I may have cheered loudly and I may have taken one or ten thousand pictures. Now, I’ll be honest with y’all. This sports
Meaningful Conversation Can Be Tricky
One day an old man walked into the small town lawyer’s office and announced to the receptionist that he was there to get a divorce. After a short wait, he was escorted to the lawyer’s office where he repeated his mission. “I want to get one of them divorces.” “I see,” the lawyer said. “I’m sorry it’s come to that for you, but I believe I
Buford and Lou Ann Party Down
I’ve always heard it said that opposites attract, and I believe it. For starters, I could offer you the evidence of my enduring love affair between me and my farmer. His quiet ways are a blessed counterpoint for my loud personality and his life-long habit of thinking things through has saved my jump-first-ask-questions later hide more times than a few. But, I’ve seen the principle
Mama Takes Care of Her Man
My parents love story is into its fifth decade. Their relationship is strong and enduring and pricelessly idiosyncratic. I’ve told so many stories about those two here at All Things Southern that my readers and listeners have fallen for their love story, too! Occasionally I try to rest them from the spotlight but it never lasts. If I go too long without a Charlotte and
Terminal Trouble
It’s been years since I first rode one of those super fast terminals in the Atlanta airport but I still remember the instant education I got on translating the disembodied voice blaring from the speaker. When the nice lady suggests that you hold on because the train is leaving the station and it will reach a high rate of speed, she is actually saying, “You
What To Do About a Dead Horse
I can’t take an ounce of credit for today’s Southern Chuckle. It was passed on to me by a member of the All Things Southern community who got it from someone else, who got it from someone else, who took it from someone else. They all wish to remain anonymous, but this is how I heard it. Among the accumulated wisdom of the ancient peoples
Working Vacations
Remember when I told y’all about Barry in West Texas? He’s the fellow that offers “work vacations” to help make ends meet. He puts advertisements in a few big city newspapers, offering work experience on his farm. He talks it up big, you know— get fit while experiencing nature, that kind of thing, and he gets a lot of suckers. I mean, takers, he gets
Down by the River
As I’ve mentioned on the porch, I am the granddaughter of a Southern Baptist preacher, and I’m from the south, AKA, the Bible Belt. I like to say I was in church nine months before I was born and ever since. My point? You might think I would’ve witnessed a river baptism or two. I haven’t. I’ve heard about some good ones, though. My Papaw
Give Me Your Money and Mine, Too!
John Price started The Good Clean Funnies List in December of 1996. He sends out good clean jokes and stories once a day. Granted, the word clean can mean different things to different people. John defines “clean” as something appropriate for both sexes, and something family members and friends of all ages can enjoy together with zero foul language or subject matter. John’s byline is