My mom could never quite understand why she had trouble getting us kids to the table when she cooked, yet come Sunday morning when Dad was the chef, we were all at the table before she got there. Drooling.
I take it your Father was the Southron?
Yes indeed son. Hailed from Kings Mountain, NC.
So many fond memories. Like the time we visited my Uncle Gene and family in Birmingham, Al. We were at the community pool and my cousins got a kick introducing their Yankee cousins to their friends. A couple of these guys wanted to know if the "Damn Yankees" could fight. I said, take a swing and find out. Then my cousin Gadeye said, you pick a fight with him, you'll get us both. 'Cause he may be a Yankee but he's still my cuz.