I am sometimes sad that my girls are not growing up in the South. I wonder if they will ever learn how to make sausage gravy and biscuits or brew a real gallon of iced tea. If they will keep any of the southern accent that they’ve picked up from me. I wonder if they will ever learn to sing “I’ll Fly Away” or “Rock of Ages”. I wonder if the Yankee they get from their Daddy will overpower the Southern that I contributed.
I felt better when Katie came home the other day from school and told me that she and her classmates were reading Tom Sawyer. There was a passage where Tom is saying that he is going to “lick” somebody.
“Mommy! Those boys thought Tom was really going to lick them with his tongue!”
Luckily she was able to enlighten them.
I think she’s southern enough.