One of my favorite photos of myself as a baby/toddler has me sitting in a rocking chair, drinking out of a bottle, and wearing only a diaper and cowboy boots. It speaks to me. It says "Your Daddy must have dressed you today." In Alabama, you must take your child to a blooming cotton field in only overalls and take a photo. It is a requirement. If you do not, you will be kicked out of the state. We put our kids on tractors and hay bales to reflect our southerness. My most southern and most treasured photos is one of my sister and I after we had spent the night with my grandmother. We apparently had not packed a brush, and she apparently did not own one. I was in one of her Elvis shirts (yes, she had more than one). It's a great photo that captured a wonderful day of hot dogs, yoo hoos, and Little Debbie cakes. Get out and capture some southerness along with some great memories.
As the 10th anniversary of September 11 approaches, I think about how I spent days staying with friends. I was living in Tennessee at the time, and I was too afraid to stay alone. The world had turned upside down. I could not imagine what those people experienced, and I could not imagine being one of the responders to this horrible event. I didn’t know my husband then. He made his first trip to New York City on that day. He spent the evening of September 11, 2001 camped out in Battery Park. He was a member of the New York National Guard who had responded to guard the World Trade Center area. I had difficulty staying at my nice safe home, and he was there not knowing what could happen next. I want to say thank you to my husband and thank you to all who responded that day. Please remember all those who lost their lives and pray for their families.
We spent some time with friends a couple of weekends ago. One of our friends has a 3 year old girl. She is beyond delightful and is a mess. For my non-Southern readers, being a mess is kind of a good thing. You shake your head as you call them a mess. Typically, the person is a barrel of fun and you "can't do nothin' with them." This little girl was sitting in the floor in her skirt and proclaimed out of the blue that "my momma didn't put me on no britches." She is definitely a proper Southern girl. She says taters and momma and lightnin' bug. The closer you live to any big city the more you lose the accent. My daughter isn't talking yet, but my momma wants her to speak with the same wonderful accent as this little girl. I guess I'm going to have to get her daddy to stop speaking Northern to her and say a prayer to Ida Claire.