Even marrying up, I find that there is a little redneck in all of us.
Ok I’ll admit I married up…way up.
My wife’s family is made from different stock, they are bright, good looking and polished. Her 3 sisters and brother and their spouses are all of post graduate degree success. Her parents did a fine job raising these hard working Americans; I love and deeply respect these people.
This unique family is truly one of a kind. Shirt off their back, there for you in a crisis, always caring, and all get along almost all the time. They are a welcoming lot…must be because 27 years after marrying up I’m still in!
I’m no slouch myself…I did graduate Suma oh laudy don’t come backy
from HS and went on to a distinguished, but very short college career at the local University of Party Tech.
After racking up some bills and a GPA in the ones, I reached my potential and got a job…in construction. and here I am decades later with…a job…in the construction industry. I wouldn’t change a thing.
All that being said, I submit to you, that no matter where you were born and raised and no matter what your social class or which precious metal spoon was between your gums at birth, there IS at least a latent redneck gene swimming in that pool in all of us.
We live in Southeastern MA, an area known for being an ultra liberal hotbed of academia.
We Harrys try to bring some good old fashion redneck style common sense conservatism to the neighborhood. I don’t drive a hybrid but my fairway irons are hybrids
One brother in law said to my wife last weekend at our pre Mothers Day family get together at my place,
"Harry has turned you into a redneck"
Mrsharry started to protest and then stopped…and pondered…and looked around our place…and laughed.
“ so what your saying is…just because we have a deer hoist on the side of our shed, we just might be rednecks!”
And then she cheerfully added:
“ if you have the black and white striped side canopy from the old Coleman pop up camper attached to the front of that shed to shade the beer fridge…you just might be a Redneck”
And then they all piled on
If your husband plants a row of arborvitae to create a green monster left field wall to the wiffle ball court…you might be a redneck
If the first thing you see when you open door #3 of the shed is a 350 small block Chevy engine…you might be a redneck…if your shed has 3 doors…yup, redneck.
When your stone fire pit is rigged with cast iron hooks and rods to become a cooking fire at
A moments notice… you could possibly be sporting some redneck traits.
When you protect your blueberry bushes from the birds by tying the old
screen house screens around it…chances are that you just might be a redneck
And if all five of your kids smile in agreement when you are called a redneck and proudly admit they are too…than you just may be doing your part to perpetuate the species known as rednecks.
Thanks to the staff here at the Gab and also to Norm for taking care of business whilst I was housing the Marines back in oldharrysville, nice job Norm.
Mom is home and feeling better, thanks for your thoughts and prayers.
We had a great visit and I’m happy to say that my Marines make all of us very proud as they risk much to protect our freedoms. As my daughter said,
“ Fighting for freedom isn’t a safe job but I’d rather be free than safe”
OK Gabbers, this is where you admit to that Redneck gene and tell the rest of us your best redneck moment…don’t be shy