Growing up Southern is a privilege, really. It's more than where you're born, it's an idea and state of
mind that seems imparted at birth.it's being hospitable, devoted to front porches, magnolias, moon pies and coca-cola... and
each other. We don't become Southern - we're born that way.
The South:where roots, place, family, and tradition are the essence of identity
Monday, June 6, 2011
“Friends are the pillars on your porch,old and rusty or new . Sometimes they hold you up, sometimes they lean on you, and sometimes it's just enough to know that they are standing by.”
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