Southernisms

This thread puts a big ole smile on my face. :-D

I grew up in the mountains of West Virginia in a small town where I was kin to just about everybody or everybody knew my Daddy. I grew up with 25 cousins and 2 brothers. :wav: :tongue3: :tongue:

We all went swimming in the Elk river in the summer time and we all had to wear old tennis shoes when we went in the cold water. Boy we had fun!
We did not have cable or video games. We went up the holler and went swingin on the grape vines down the holler to go huntin' crawl dads in the crick.


I went huntin' and fishing with dad, or a brother or a cuzzin when we needed meat on the table, not just in the hunting season.

Around here, we can pronounce Kanawha, Monongahela, Seneca, and Watoga.
We know that you can swim in the Elk, and the Coal Rivers, but not the mighty Kanawha unless you want to drown8-[ or grow a third eye (thanks to Union Carbide):fucyc:.


Mamma and Mamaw would have fried chicken, 'mash taders and 'biskits', fresh corn and t'maters picked from the garden or greens from the hill out behind the house spread out on the table for dinner or good ole beans and cornbread
By todays standards, we were poor. But I would give anything to have a hunk of Mamaw's corn bread crumbled in a glass with ice cold buttermilk...:love5:

I am a Coal Miners daughter and grand daughter, and proud of it. :love7: