Sharing the Secrets of Preserving Southern Racism
I have just finished reading The Letter I Never Sent Harper Lee . In this “letter” the author compares the racism of the 1930’s with that of today and says it is no different. I am outraged that a Ohioan who claims Birmingham, Alabama is her home is so cold and heartless in her writing about our state.
Sometime around 1993 I accompanied my husband to a work conference at the Grand Hotel in Point Clear, AL. My son was about 8 years old and my daughter only one. I had the rare opportunity of traveling with 007 while the kids got a little bonding time with their Granna.
We had a wonderful time of visiting with co-workers and enjoying the grounds of such a historic hotel. But, on one particular day while J was conferencing, I saw our family’s future on the face of a clock.
My children were like most. They were both miracles and as a way to praise God for their lives, each year we had a fun and creative birthday party. They were each fearfully and wonderfully created, so it was important to their dad and I that they knew it from day one. My daughter is now 25, and she has had at least 12 different themes throughout her birthday calendar. Since entertaining is such a rich part of southern life, I wanted to share our ideas with you.
The good Lord willin’ and the creek don’t rise, I will be there! Here in the south, it is part of our heritage to tend to our manners, and that includes responding to invitations. It is simple, takes less than 5 minutes and shows our friends that we care about their get-together. There are only 3 things to remember when you RSVP to a party the southern way.
J and I went to dinner tonight at the #2 restaurant on TripAdvisor’s list of restaurants in Fairhope, AL. We ordered a glass of wine and some eggplant fries and waited for our meal to arrive. This is a favorite place of ours, but we’d not been there in a long time. We were looking across the table into each other’s eyes talking about an exciting family event that is coming up the last weekend in March. We were planning meals we’d prepare, places to visit and where we would take our family out to dinner. It was a really nice date night. And then he sat down…
I have always loved a good story. My favorite question in the world asks, “Did you hear the one about…?” Southerners have been visiting with each other and telling tales since before fans were blowing over blocks of ice to keep us cool in the summer.