Re-post: Southernisms (Hashtag Game)

Today is my 11th anniversary of marriage to my wife, Katharine.  In order to ensure we have enough time together, I’m postponing posting this week’s Southernisms hashtag challenge of #icouldeat until next week.  That gives everyone more time to come up with favorite foods, favorite eateries, of favorite stories of eating in the south, which you can share on our facebook page or on this post with the hashtag #icouldeat

Instead of posting the most recent hashtag challenge, here is a re-post of our original “Southernisms” hashtag, which inspired the name for our hashtag challenge.

And, today, I am just whistling.  Though not Dixie.  More a southern love song.

Your progressive redneck preacher,

Micah

Your progressive redneck preacher and his California girl, 11 years ago, on their wedding day.

Micah & his California girl, 11 years ago, on their wedding day.

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Thanks for everyone’s involvement in our hashtag game this week. We used the hashtag #southernisms and people contributed their own favorite southern phrases — some which were useful, some which were hilarious. All as southern as peaces and cream.

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I realized as we did the hashtag game this week that this weekly feature is really talking about southern phrases and peculiarities, so I think I’ll begin to call our hashtag game “southernisms”.

 

We are coming just out of family reunion season, so how about funny things that have happened familiy reunions for our next go ’round? Just type a story up, add #familyreunionbloopers, and share it with Progressive Redneck Preacher.

 

Without further ado, here are this week’s “Southernisms”:

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‘Bless their hearts’. The one phrase that excuses anything you say no matter how rude or harsh. Cause once you say that, it ain’t gossip.

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“Dooflotchy”. A southern word used for anything at all that you can’t think of the proper word for. “Boy, go get me the dooflotchy from my toolkit what turns the howzits” “Y’all go down dooflotchy road til ya see the big green dooflotchy on the right, then turn left. It’ll be just past the old oak tree by that abandoned dooflotchy factory what Mr. Johnson used ta own. Can’t miss it!” What’s your favorite southernism?

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fur piece 2“A fur piece” — a unit of measurement in the south. It helps answer the question of how distant “yonder” is. Its much further than a “stone’s throw”. As in “Cali-forny is a fur piece from North Cackalack here, I tell you what”. What is your favorite southernism?

‘Kin’. Folks you know like the back of your hand, who can tell stories on you from when you were knee-high to a grasshopper that’ll make your ears turn red. Folks you bicker and fight with but would still give the shirt off your back for. Also ‘kin’ means to be able to. Like ‘y’all kin getcha some maters from uncle Earl’s garden’

kin“That boy ain’t right” (provided by Richard Allen Jernigan) One of them is from Designing Women. The one where Julia Sugarbaker is telling someone,”I’m just saying that this is the South. We don’t hide our crazy people. We put them on the porch. Here we don’t ask if you have crazy people in your family, we ask what side of the family they’re on.”

My lovely wife Katharine Royal came up with this one: “Jeet?” Often accompanied by “you poor thing. You are all skin and bones”, and someone dolloping food on your plate. 

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Chris Tyner offered: “Widja didja?” When you go to a family reunion and someone asks “Brought Grandma widja, didja?”

Richard Jernigan: Here is one that my mom used to use. #southernisms “Well, you ain’t no bigger than a popcorn fart!”

Reckon — That way in which southerners know deep in their soul something is true, feeling it even in their bones. Like how I reckon where the best fishin’ hole is, or that family comes first, or that it will rain today. I reckon so. And so it is. Also, for many southerners proof God is in fact a southerner. After all, Genesis 15 says, “Abraham believed God, and God reckoned it to him as righteousness”. To these southerners, this comes as no surprise. After all, ain’t sweet tea, pecan pie, and fried okra all southern? And, boy howdy, they are good!

Down Yonder–if you have to ask where it is, y’all ain’t from around here!

And finally, the ultimate southernism: the South. Defined here:

Well, folks, that’s all for this week. Until next week, may all your tea be sweet, your chicken be fried just right, may you see the twinkling lights of fireflies dancing through the long leaf pine each night, and may you always know whatever hill you trek up, y’all gotta home down here.

And I ain’t just whistling DIxie,
your progressive redneck preacher,
Micah

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