Why "Dixie" is delightful and not a dirty word....

Growing up in Dixie, as a dirt poor white boy... A story of the southland...

Date:   4/25/2005 12:55:37 PM   ( 19 y ) ... viewed 3662 times

I was born in the land of cotton, on one frosty morning... The 11th of January in my grandmother's house in Hazlehurst, Ga.... USA, to be exact. My uncle Joe raised Hunting dogs, hound dogs, for fox & coons.... All my uncles were in WWII, most did not talk much about it though... Learned about white lighting and how to shoot by the age of 10, and started bird hunting w. Granddaddy while in the fourth grade... More on that later... Dixie is delightful....

Ya i know, you think this is a lot of hog wash, but before we are through, u'all will like me... We will told about history and happens... Don't go getting on your high horse, as my Grandma used to say, because history is what we [you. me, they, everybody] did, like it or not... You do not have to agree with history, just accept that it happened, mostly without anything you did.... So we will go down story lane, some may be true, some fantisy, but it will all be fun and unusal... So stay tuned as we explore Dixie and beyond... See ya Later...

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