The hubster and I arrived in Alabama late Saturday afternoon eager to bask in the warmth of the Southern sun. Imagine our surprise when we woke up Sunday morning to find that it was snowing. Yes, snowing! In freaking Birmingham, Alabama!
I was so angry. When I visited Birmingham in November I didn’t touch my coat. Now it’s March I’m bundled up in a coat, scarf and gloves. Why must Mother Nature be so cruel?!
To be honest, the snow was nothing compared to what I face in Kentucky and by late Sunday afternoon it had all melted away and the sun was out.
In the midst of my complaints of the cold weather, though, came sweet, simple moment I had to share. I was watching the news reports on the “snow storm” and Mickey Ferguson, one of Birmingham’s top meteorologists, was interviewing a local family. While saying their goodbyes Ferguson yelled out to them, “Y’all have a good day,” or something to that effect. And with the simple word, “Y’all” my mood instantly changed.
I never hear people outside of the South, especially newscasters, using the word “y’all” on television (that is unless they’re making fun of the South). It’s funny that I love hearing that word so much these days. There was a time when I tried to train myself not to use it, when I wished my accent would vanish like snow on warm Southern city concrete.
Those days are long gone and to hear “y’all” on TV that Sunday morning let me know I was really home, even if this strange snow substance was falling from the sky.
What things remind you of the place you call home?