I heard a rumor that the Witness Protection program doesn’t relocate people to the South very often, because when you’re in hiding, the last place you want to be is where everyone asks you a million questions.
I never realized our inquisitive nature was unusual until new acquaintances from the Mid-West told me they couldn’t get their yard work done here because of all the people who wanted to talk to them.
“Where are you from?” “How long have you lived here?” “Do you have people here? Because I swanee, you look just like one of the Hilderguards who were raised down the in the valley.”
If you want to hide-out, then the Southern states are not the place for you.
Good mannered mamas taught us we’d be considered backwoods-clods if we didn’t visit the new neighbors and properly welcome them. “I baked these brownies for you and included our phone number just in case you ever need anything.” Followed up with, “And do you mind if I have your number? I noticed yesterday that you didn’t bring your garbage can back from the road until late afternoon, so I was concerned you may be down with a cold and need some soup.”
“Is there a Mrs. Jones inside? I haven’t seen anyone with you when you come and go and would love for you to meet my niece if you’re available. She can cook up a storm and won The Miss . . . click HERE to continue reading the story at AL.com