Monday, December 19, 2011

The welcoming voice, of the Southern drawal.

Since my Mother passed away, I have not spent alot of time with my cousins. My entire family somehow made their way to Kentucky, back in the early 20th Century. Everyone stayed, except for my parents, who preceeded to have four children here in Chicago. For the First 8 years of my life, I would be brought down to Kentucky, during my Spring Breaks, and a great deal of my Summer vacations. I hated it, but then again, I was just a retarded kid.

I remember thinking, Where are the big buildings? Where are the big Malls? Where are the Baseball Card shops??????? Kentucky didn't have much of any of these.

But what Kentucky had, was character, and spunck. I hated it then, but I miss it now. How Fucked up is that. My Uncle is a retired state trooper down there. He is somewhat famous. In Chicago, everyone and everything has a publicist. In Kentucky, no such thing exists. So you may have seen my Uncle Chuck on MSNBC years ago. He was on T.V. giving details of "The West Paducah High School" shooting.

As much as I would like to look at them as uneducated HILLBILLIES, it just isn't true. In fact, on paper, They are more educated than my family and I. My Uncle has a Master's degree in Communications, while his sons hold a PHD and MD respectfully. But they are the Rednecks?

So, I don't get to speak with them as much as I would like. For the last 5 years, this has made me sad, but I realize that everyone evolves, and has their own life to lead.

But the other day, I found something extraordinary. I found that just an accent, a twang, a southern drawal, can bring about a worldwind of emotions.

Because of a new friend's voice, I now remember just how important family is. That's the best gift I could ever ask for..............................................................


  1. Johnny,

    That is really something. I have noticed that since my mom passed away, I get emotional pretty easy. It's the same thing: When my kids do something that I know would tickle my mom, I almost bust out in tears wishing I could see the look on her face as she watches my kids.

    I made the mistake of telling my oldest a short time after my mom died that I wished Nana could have seen her do something. She looked right at me and said, "You said she could see me!" What I meant was I wish I could see here seeing you.

  2. TGP- That's fucked up. My Mom was NANA to my Niece and Nephew. If she were alive today, My daughter would be calling her Nana.

    Must be a SOUTHERN thang. Oh how I miss it. My Grandmothers were Nana, and Mamma. I miss those days.

  3. TGP- I use to think that these sentimental feelings made me a pussy. As I get older, I realize, they make me into the man that I am today.

  4. Johnny,

    I double dog dare anyone to call me a pussy for missing my momma. I'll almosy guarantee some tears of their own.

  5. Guy,

    Don't mean to butt-in but that's good stuff.

  6. Mom died 2 years ago last month.
    She was no Donna Reed but, she was always fun to be around.

    Her funeral was packed with damned near every kid I'd brought home with me since age 14 who all called her "mom" and who she would introduce to people as "one of her kids" even 20+ years later when she'd run into them at different places.

    She picked me up from high school one day after work for a doctor's appointment while in uniform...and the next day the rumor was that I'd gotten arrested in class and hauled away.
    LoL...instant "street creds"!

    I miss the hell out of her.

  7. Job,

    It's funny that sometimes Yankees tend to consider people who speak with a Southern drawl as ignorant. Those Southerners will reach out and surprise you if you're not careful.

    My Mother is still with us - she's still scrappy in her 80s. They asked her recently to be a Republican Precinct Captain. So she'll keep kicking Democrat (Liberal, Socialist, Progressive, whatever) tail.

  8. Great comments everyone. Obviously, we all agree. GO MOM!