Is it my imagination

It's all a matter of perspective. Before I moved to the Ozarks decades ago, when I traveled away from home I used to brag and tell people I was from LA . . . . that would be lower Arkansas.

I live in LA as well......Lower Alabama. Not too very far from the Redneck Riviera....Gulf Shores, Alabama
 
About 3 weeks ago I got a big welcome to NC :). I was just over the border heading south on 95, cruising at 85 in the left lane with another car a bit ahead on the right, a car came speeding down the entrance ramp. Precious little thing,almost sideswiped me, and rear ended the car to my right.:eek: I think she was in a bit of a hurry.:D I passed the car on my right asap. and let the young missus go by since she was probably headed to a nail appointment. Then the welcome sign came up :eek:.... thought she was going to scratch her head :D Is that what one would call a southern belle?
It got much better further down south.

NY plates huh?

Maybe she's been to the "City" and thought that was how you guys wave. :p :D:D:D
 
I live in LA as well......Lower Alabama. Not too very far from the Redneck Riviera....Gulf Shores, Alabama
One of my favorite places on earth. So far, I haven't convinced my wife to move there, but we do spend a lot of time there. Nice beach and a great bunch of people.
 
I grew up in Flint, Michigan in the 50s and 60s when GM was big and expanding and hired many from southern states. They wound up mainly in south Flint even to the point one area was called little Missouri. I remember then that southerners were looked down upon right at the time I was teased about my Canadian accent and was an outcast as well. There being few Canucks around to bond with I had southern friends as we all talked funny.
I'm married now to a southern gal and her Dad still lives in his hillbilly neighborhood in south Flint. It's gone downhill in recent years but we'll never get him out of there either as it's home for him.
 
That just seems like one more thing people use to make themselves feel superior to others.
I believe there is such a thing as class in a person. However, such is determined by one's demeanor, personality, and graciousness, not by his/her address or bank account.
Those that make the attempt to 'shame' you by your location are bringing much more shame upon themselves.
 
There are nice friendly people located everywhere. Sometimes you just have to look below the surface to notice the friendliness or kindness lurking there. Sometimes it's pretty deep, but, I've heard that if you want a friend, be one.

I like the story of Winston Churchill who at a formal dinner was chastized by a woman sitting next to him who obviously believed she was his better and felt she had to put him in his place. She exclaimed, "Sir, You are drunk." He replied, 'Yes ma'am I am, and you are ugly!" Tomorrow I shall be sober, but, you will still be ugly."
 
It is normal?

or have you noticed that some people look down their noses at someone who lives in the south. I am not talking about south of the Mason Dixon, although that is certainly true. I am talking about smaller geographical locations.

Long, Long, ago our grade schools attempted to teach history, and the three R’s. Naturally the three R’s were Readin, Rightin, and Rithmatic.

Naturally History could not be offensive to any religion or particular group. So some stories about the Pyramids were about how high and massive they were. Nothing about the egomaniac rulers or forced labor that built them.

We were never taught that the first Castles in England spoke Latin inside. Later Anglo/Saxon then French. Our lawyers still use many Latin words in our courts. Nice (Norman Conquest) French words like Manure are acceptable, where the anglo saxon word for uncomposted manure is not even allowed here on this site. All the best cuss words are Anglo Saxon.

When sickness (germs) spread through King Henry the 8 th’s castle the paranoia was high. No Hollywood movie will ever show how they dealt with it (fighting evil). Much more fun to cast Henry as the first bigot.

I was probably in my 40’s before I realized that Persia was Iran, and Babylon was Iraq. The “Furnaces that burned forever” were natural oil seeps 30 miles from Baghdad. Great free energy for baking bricks or tossing in lazy slaves.

I did not enjoy reading the old “Columbus sailed the ocean blue, in fourteen hundred and ninety two” (remember that test on Friday) more than once or twice.

Much later I read about the doubling or the earths population from 1830 to 1930. Modern agriculture, and sewage treatment or at least disposal. 1880 was when doctors in most educated parts learned of the “Germ Theory” of disease? Basically it was official, we could stop blaming witches and start working on antibiotics and start washing hands with soap.

I was mostly raised in Santa Barbara California. The railroad tracks were built back from the ocean in swampy places. You could pump sewage out into the ocean, but putting poor people south of the tracks would have put them on the beautiful beaches. Solutions were complicated but workable. Keep all industry outside the city mostly.

I could write many pages about why I feel sorry for you people who were not raised in Santa Barbara when it was the right size small city. But I try hard not to discriminate against those less fortunate.
 
We'll be seeing some of this sort of thing here in Louisville for the next week--the Kentucky Derby is a week from today. We'll have people from New York, Los Angeles, DC, and so on. Many will think they are coming to a southern city with a sub-tropical climate, and it has often amused me mightily to see them freeze their lightly-clothed buns off. Louisville is not a southern city, it's lower Midwest, and I've seen it snow on Derby Day.

Of course, many Louisvillians do try to pretend at this time of year that this is the Old South, to fool the out-of-towners. I'm not a native, so I can say that. It's sort of a bizarre, julep-scented role play.

By the way, you should know if you plan to visit that with a few eccentric exceptions, folks here drink juleps only at Derby time, if then. And also that the ones sold at Churchill Downs are hideously overpriced, thoroughly pointless drinks.

Gee, how the hell did I stray into this?

Never mind, this is a very nice city with a lot of wonderful, hospitable people and about the same percentage of lowlifes and morons as anywhere else.
 
We'll be seeing some of this sort of thing here in Louisville for the next week--the Kentucky Derby is a week from today. We'll have people from New York, Los Angeles, DC, and so on. Many will think they are coming to a southern city with a sub-tropical climate, and it has often amused me mightily to see them freeze their lightly-clothed buns off. Louisville is not a southern city, it's lower Midwest, and I've seen it snow on Derby Day.

Of course, many Louisvillians do try to pretend at this time of year that this is the Old South, to fool the out-of-towners. I'm not a native, so I can say that. It's sort of a bizarre, julep-scented role play.

By the way, you should know if you plan to visit that with a few eccentric exceptions, folks here drink juleps only at Derby time, if then. And also that the ones sold at Churchill Downs are hideously overpriced, thoroughly pointless drinks.

Gee, how the hell did I stray into this?

Never mind, this is a very nice city with a lot of wonderful, hospitable people and about the same percentage of lowlifes and morons as anywhere else.

My brother lives over by Fern Creek.
 
Good catch G-mac. I usually check my spelling, but it was getting late on Friday afternoon, and I think my brain had already started the weekend.
I'd like to say this thread has me laughing to tears, today. Y'all put down some funny stuff.
On a serious note, I'd like to say that I don't hate anybody. Not the left wingers, the illegal aliens, the North Koreans, or even the jihadists. I don't understand them, and I want them to leave me and my kind alone, but I don't hate them.
Do understand that I like to make fun of almost everybody, for almost anything. If they get all huffy about it, well that's just TDB. I can make fun of myself, you ain't much Texan if you can't laugh at yourself. That's one of the biggest problems in our old world today. People can't laugh at themselves and have no humor about someone laughing at them. Like them damn Arkies......
 
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My only gripe about southern folks is the look they give me when I ask 'em for pierogies. Other than that I've got nothing bad to say.
 
Memory Lane stuff

My only gripe about southern folks is the look they give me when I ask 'em for pierogies. Other than that I've got nothing bad to say.

In Santa Barbara they do not permit orgies out on the Pier.

Warm sandy beaches perhaps. On the pier, no.

Hey wait, people from Bakersfield sometimes sneak over to Santa Barbara and try to give us a bad name.

All the prettiest girls are in Bakersfield’s satellite city “Weedpatch”. It is where all the Oakies landed during the Great Depression -- Great dustbowl years celebrated by the movie “Grapes of Wrath”.

Weedpatch, California - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

Okay, I give up. I confess to having a crush on a pretty girl from weedpatch. Her parents were visiting Santa Barbara in about 1953 when we were in maybe 7 th grade? The boys in my neighborhood followed her around like puppy dogs for a week or two showing her our beach and Stearns Warf. Then her parents took her and left forever.

So if you are out there “weedpatch girl” send me a picture so I will no longer wonder how you blossomed. (The secret code word that I will know you remember is Castillo Street).
(I am married so we must be discrete).
 
Is it true that the people in Missouri did not need to leave the state to fight the civil war. Thousands of battles they just seemed to choose up sides and fight. When the war was over there was no place for one side to go home?

Not true. Missouri got the Tiger nick name during the Civil war, a quote, don't remember the general, was send me some more Missourians, they fight like Tigers. These Tigers fought out of state in the "big" battles.

The ones that stayed home fought pretty well too. One union Army couldn't corral a couple of little groups.
 
I don't care what anyone says, it's a real hoot to watch someone from New Jersey trying to pump their own gas, most seem to be able to except the tourists that come north to the Adirondacks to get away from the smell of Trenton and Newark. One of the local gas stations has a chalk board up for how many every year put diesel in their gas powered cars by mistake. I know one year it had gotten to almost forty.
 
People live "up" north and "down' south...so if you are from the north you have to look down at Southerners and conversely, southerners have to look up to northerners....don't take it personally. It's just geography.

Well, that just about settles it! Makes sense to me.
 
It is the Law

People live "up" north and "down' south...so if you are from the north you have to look down at Southerners and conversely, southerners have to look up to northerners....don't take it personally. It's just geography.

Up North and Down South is not just geography it is the LAW.

In the Northern Hemisphere all legal maps have the north pole reference at top.

In other words to orient the map you take your compass and put it on the magnetic north line. You are now facing true north and the map is just like you look at it. If Mount Whitney is on your left it is in exactly the same place on your map.
Unless you are in some overgrown Louisiana swamp, then you look at how all the rivers flow. They flow from the north. Mosquitoes follow your vapor trail like bloodhounds. With most winds blowing south the mosquitoes fly north to your sweaty self. They only bite tourists because the locals have learned how to suppress sweating. If you find yourself at an outdoor evening party down south you should find a big sweaty tourist to stand north of. The mosquitoes following his vapor trail will fly directly to him. If you stand south of him they might get confused and drag you back to the swamp.

Or, if you are on a north/south city street you can line your map up with the street. If your eyes hurt from looking into the sun you are facing south on that street. Turn around and your map will be right and eyes rested.

Some writer claimed that cows predominantly graze facing north. He speculated that cows have similar direction finding abilities as pigeons. Wrong, if all your are doing is eating grass why not face pleasantly north away from the sun.
 
Back in 1962 I made foreman with a company based in new york. I never been to NY until 1984. My truck had NY plates, and I worked all over the states. I will tell you I personly saw it the opposite! Several times I barely stepped out of the truck down south and heard the yankee slur.
I never will forget working my first day down south the fall of 1962. Mods, let me get away with this one time as its the gospel truth.
I was working on a power pole and a very old man walked out of the woods from hunting. This man looked like he had walked out of a 1910 abercombie & finch catalog. Very old expendsive tweed dress cloths, something like out of old english hunting storys. Even a tie! He had 1" long snow white eyebrows and just stood there about a minute looking me over with disprovement. I noticed he had a fine very old doublebarrel, probley a parker. To break the ice I said, Good morning sir. My, thats a fine looking shotgun you have there. The old boy beemed with pride, and said, Why yes hit is! Why hits killed three, fo Ns (blacks) that ah know of!
I knew I had arrived! In about 4 years I worked in wisconsin, mighigan, louisianna, texas, west virginnia, california, wyoming and oregon. That was from 1960 to 1964 roughly each state maybe 6 months. The OP asked why the north looked down at southeners. I seen and experianced it as totaly the opposite.
 

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