My mother was the quintessential southern woman with very deep roots, born and raised in a rural area between the Ozark mountains and the Ouachita mountains with the closest town less than 300 population. They had no car or truck, no electricity or running water. She took me back to look at her old place once and showed quite a bit about how life worked there. I witnessed much beauty and the little things that delighted her so much. There are natural grapes growing there she called musky dimes (muscadines). They used those.

Her heart never really left the Deep South. Anyway southernisms were always a part of life with her. She had a saying for everything. When we were young she would take me to visit her mother who always kept chickens and the ubiquitous bantam rooster that they called banny roosters. Nasty little things would fligh up and try to flog anyone who went out back. They have to be a southernism all their own.