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Rednecks

I am a redneck. That's not a big revealation or anything. I've known this for a long time. I'm just gradually and finally accepting all that the term entails. In spite of growing up in and around big cities and being well educated and well traveled, I am a country boy with little or no desire to ever live in a big city again. And by big city, I mean anything over 75,000 people or so. My Dad sends me visual "redneck jokes" on occasion like the two guys tossing toilet seat covers with the caption "Redneck Horseshoes". Or the guy who laid out a bunch of plastic sheeting in the back of his Ford Ranger and filled it up with water with the caption "Redneck Swimming Pool." Some people might roll their eyes and think how much better their lives are than the poor slob who has to resort to that type of entertainment rather than simply going down to the public swimming pool to swim. But I admire the pioneering spirit and ingenuity of someone who can take only what they are given and turn it into a form of entertainment or comfort.

In High School the typical Saturday night enetertainment was Eric, Ted and I would don cowboy hats and boots, load up in Ted's International Travelall, put five bucks of gas in the tank (because that got you 8 gallons of gas or more), buy some Boone's Farm wine and head down Route 1 to Dumfries, VA to rendezvous with the wild and wonderful Watson women. Three redneck girls whose parent's loved us and who were sexually attracted to the likes of three good ole redneck boys like ourselves. We'd all head out listening to a cassette of Queen's Greatest Hits and stop finally out on Possum Point Road. There to lay out on blankets, or the hood of the truck on the banks of the Potomac River and make out beneath the humidity diffused lights from the Possum Point Power Station.

Most of my good friends are rednecks too. We lead simple lives. We take our entertainment in the simplest of things. In the warm parts of the year there is almost always a party to be found on a Friday or Saturday night. People will find thier way out to my farm or Robbie the mailman's house where we will get a fire going and cook hotdogs or hamburgers or fry fish, listen to music, laugh, talk, shoot fireworks and pass around the homemade wine. Warm weekends also see us enjoying a variety of country fairs with the various themes of fruit, vegetables, grain, flowers, animals or tractors. Some nights we head down to Curry lake to put out trot lines adn jugs and then spend the rest of the night going back to check the lines and cleaning all the catfish we catch.

We go fishing and hunting and when we get bored we go roading. Simply piling in someone's truck and driving around miles of dusty old backroads looking for some kind of harmless trouble to get in to.In the Spring we plant gardens and later give away all the extra to friends and poor folks. In the Fall we can all that we can manage against rising grocery prices and the possibility of a hard winter. Winter weekends see us spending time with family and friends. Helping each other out with various chores like making venison jerky or getting the old tractor running. If we get a good snow, we are likely to find an old car hood and chain it to the back of the tractor. Load it up with parents and kids and go tear-assing around the farm fields with snow flying everywhere.

As rednecks, we accept all those jokes, the rest of America tells about us, like "You might be a redneck if..." because a lot of them are true. But people should realize that other things are true about us too. Like you might be a redneck if a stranger runs out of gas in front of your house and you offer him the five gallons of gas you were saving for your lawn tractor instead of making him walk into town. Or you might be a redneck if someone hits an old dog in front of your house and instead of letting him lay there to die, you bring him in the house, clean his wounds and try to make his passing as stress free as possible and then when he does go, you bury him out back with all the pets that you've loved in your life. Or if you are driving by and notice your neihbor's livestock has gotten out, you stop the truck, get out and put them back in rather than letting them get out and get hit on the road.

It's a simple life but fulfilling and I'm finally settling in to the reality that it will probably help sahpe and define my future. And I'm OK with that.

Peace,

Wander

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ryl
Feb. 19th, 2003 11:09 am (UTC)
There ain't nothing wrong with being a redneck. I'm one too. So's my older sister, who has found the redneck street in High Point where kids still play in the street. I'd rather teach in the "out past BFE" schools because the kids there don't think they're entitled to everything. Also, it's fun to watch them come to school on tractors in the spring.
wander
Feb. 19th, 2003 12:00 pm (UTC)
Re:
I have had a lot more fulfiling life as a redneck than I ever did living the city life.

Wander
ryl
Feb. 19th, 2003 12:06 pm (UTC)
Exactly. In the city people are too busy trying to impress everyone else to actually live their lives. In the country, who cares, we've all got to wait for the cow in the road anyway.
boomshak
Feb. 19th, 2003 01:35 pm (UTC)
There is this great car commercial out,
for some kind of 4x4 car/truck thingie
and these guys are in the woods and
they're hurrying to get everything
packed in the car and so they finally
do and are high tailing it out of there
and then I realize the "deliverance"
banjo music is playing in the background.

It took me a minute, but was very funny.

Rednecks get a bad rap, but so does everybody
else.

I have always equated rednecks = ignorant/racist

and I think you're far from those.

don't know what else to say,
embrace who you are.
that's huge.

LB
wander
Feb. 19th, 2003 02:30 pm (UTC)
Re:
Yeah, there's no use fighting it. I've found that whenever you think you've finally found the group that fits the stereotype, there are one or two people, who seem to break out of the mold so the stereotype no longer fits right. I think lots of people tend to lump all country dwellers into the group of rednecks and then apply all sorts of negative stereotypes. We have our various different divisions too. There are white trash people out there and there are racists and there are people who are just plain no account but certainly not everyone who is a redneck would fit into those categories.

Wander
boomshak
Feb. 19th, 2003 02:59 pm (UTC)
Re:
I'm just a city slicker
shallow
ditzy
wactress

hee hee
wander
Feb. 19th, 2003 03:07 pm (UTC)
Re:
I wouldn't say you were shallow and everyone has their ditzy days.

Wander

cuddles
Feb. 20th, 2003 03:45 pm (UTC)
I agree, you're a redneck.
Course I am too. But folks I'll admit to being out rednecked by Wander here despite the fact he's a confounded yankee now and I'm still technically speaking a southern gentleman. Why I drove through North Carolina not to long ago and I must of went through about 20 towns in 4 hours(went to Raliegh.) Last year I drove through Illinois and went through about 7 towns and about 100 corn fields in 4 hours. If people think the life of a southern redneck is kinda simple I want em to try staring at corn for a weekend. No wonder Wanders done insane.

Later

Cuddles
wander
Feb. 20th, 2003 03:49 pm (UTC)
Re: I agree, you're a redneck.
Yeah and I love you too man.

Wander
cuddles
Feb. 21st, 2003 07:10 am (UTC)
Re: I agree, you're a redneck.
You've probably guessed by now that entire comment was an excuse for me to use the word "confounded yankee" in a sentence. I'm practicing my hillbilly terminolgy lately, I even managed to work "hornswaggle" into a conversation not to long ago.

Later

Cuddles
wander
Feb. 21st, 2003 07:22 am (UTC)
Re: I agree, you're a redneck.
Yer purty durned ornery ya know?

W

cuddles
Feb. 21st, 2003 07:27 am (UTC)
Re: I agree, you're a redneck.
Yep, ah reckon so.

Later

Cuddles
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