As my grandaddy would say "If y’all don’t behave now, I’m fixin to woop your little scranny @#*", and my granny use to tell us to go get a poke sack and pick a mess of greens. Me and my cousins would say "Lets hightail it out of here"
We didn’t go to a beauty shop or hair stylist, we went to a Beauty Parlor.
"They live over yonder" could be across the street or 10 miles down the road.
And all babies were "as cute as a little tanyard dog".
You can’t beat Southern hospitality and Southern food.
Greetings from Huntsville, AL and
Y’ALL COME BACK NOW YA HEAR