Den of the Beastly Bear
Hi Folks!
I try my best to be "good", but sometimes it's so HARD!
Quite a few years ago now we had a friend that was getting married. Of course we planned to attend!
The problem was he lived in Alabama, and we live in Michigan...so it was not as simple as " show up Saturday" lol.
Other members of his family, that we are closer friends with were heading down so we decided we'd make a vacation out of it.
We'd head down a few days early, a nice relaxing unhurried visit. Then after the wedding we'd head over to Myrtle Beach, SC. for some beach time before heading home.
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| Read this, it'll be important later. |
Athens, Alabama is a beautiful, quiet little country town...we loved it!
We met our friends extended family, like every bodies sprinkled with a few mixed "nuts", but every single one of them so warm and gracious, and friendly that we felt a "part of the family"!
We got to meet our friends fiancée and family, and they were lovely people too...with one exception.
The brides father.
He was of the "Damn Yankee" breed of Southerner.
And he made no effort to hide it.
Anything from North of the Mason/Dixon line was suspect! Anyone from the South that moved North got "Yankee'fied", and were then rendered "useless" according to him.
Why all these "Damn Yankees" were here for the wedding he didn't understand, or like.
That was how he referred to us...every...single...time.
Promised to be on my best behavior, and not wanting to cause our friend any addition stress, I bit my lip....hard! Lol.
Finally the day of the wedding arrived!
A lovely service held on the courthouse steps, I was pressed into service to run the music.
A typical July Alabama day, sunny and HOT!
After the service, pictures were being taken on the steps while the rest of us looked for shade.
A group of us "Yankees" were standing together talking...I was mopping my brow with my kerchief when the father of the bride sauntered over, a malicious grin on his face.
"Hot enough for you Damn Yankees? Looks like a couple of y'all are a startin' ta melt!" He asked, nasty and smug.
I'd suffered through 4 days of this chucklehead, and I'd had just about enough.
"Oh, we don't mind the heat so much...In fact," I said
"last time MY people were down here, it wasn't quite hot enough for us so we lit all this..." I motioned to the town square around us "on fire!"
(Did ya read the sign? I told you it was important.)
;-)
I smiled my own malicious smile,"Thanks for asking though" and with that I turned and left our little group and went to find more pleasant company.
That was the last time I heard the phrase "Damn Yankees" uttered in my presence...
I try to be good...it's just so HARD!!!
Be Well!
Beastly Bear
We met our friends extended family, like every bodies sprinkled with a few mixed "nuts", but every single one of them so warm and gracious, and friendly that we felt a "part of the family"!
We got to meet our friends fiancée and family, and they were lovely people too...with one exception.
The brides father.
He was of the "Damn Yankee" breed of Southerner.
And he made no effort to hide it.
Anything from North of the Mason/Dixon line was suspect! Anyone from the South that moved North got "Yankee'fied", and were then rendered "useless" according to him.
Why all these "Damn Yankees" were here for the wedding he didn't understand, or like.
That was how he referred to us...every...single...time.
Promised to be on my best behavior, and not wanting to cause our friend any addition stress, I bit my lip....hard! Lol.
Finally the day of the wedding arrived!
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| Just Beautiful! |
A lovely service held on the courthouse steps, I was pressed into service to run the music.
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| Mama & Princess Bear and I on the Courthouse lawn. |
A typical July Alabama day, sunny and HOT!
After the service, pictures were being taken on the steps while the rest of us looked for shade.
A group of us "Yankees" were standing together talking...I was mopping my brow with my kerchief when the father of the bride sauntered over, a malicious grin on his face.
"Hot enough for you Damn Yankees? Looks like a couple of y'all are a startin' ta melt!" He asked, nasty and smug.
I'd suffered through 4 days of this chucklehead, and I'd had just about enough.
"Oh, we don't mind the heat so much...In fact," I said
"last time MY people were down here, it wasn't quite hot enough for us so we lit all this..." I motioned to the town square around us "on fire!"
(Did ya read the sign? I told you it was important.)
;-)
I smiled my own malicious smile,"Thanks for asking though" and with that I turned and left our little group and went to find more pleasant company.
That was the last time I heard the phrase "Damn Yankees" uttered in my presence...
I try to be good...it's just so HARD!!!
Be Well!
Beastly Bear
