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It is true that people born and raised in the deep
south have their own language. Most of them (me included) talk way too
much, and don't ask us a question unless you have time to spare. We
cannot answer without telling a story.
Example: When my mother was alive and well she lived
in NC. It was my custom to call her a couple of times a week. Our
conversation went something like this…
Me: Hi Mom, how are you? (Never start talking by
asking a question)
Mom: Hi Honey, well bless your heart, I'm glad you
asked. I haven’t been well this whole week. Went to the doctor on
Tuesday. Nancy took me. It is so hard for her to take me as she tends to
the neighbors daughter after she gets home from school. I am usually able
to make my appointment around her schedule. She works it out someway,
bless her heart. Dr. Hapke is very busy, but Lois was able to get me in.
Lois is so good, you know she has worked for Dr. for fifteen years and
raised her three children by herself after her husband died. One of the
kids is in college. She has done a fine job with them, bless her heart.
Me: Mom, what did the doctor say about you?
Mom: Well, I had to wait an hour past my appointment
time. They don't have any decent magazines to read. I have told them I
don't like Field and Stream or the Farmers Almanac, but does no good. Dr.
Hapke must have gotten a free lifetime subscription to both of them, bless
her heart. I am going to take my old Readers Digests in the next time I
go and leave them so others can read them. Nancy takes a puzzle book or
the newspaper to read. You never know how long it takes. Sometimes it is
longer than others.
Me: But Mom, what did Dr Hapke say is wrong with
you?
Mom: You know how Dr Hapke is. Talks in riddles,
takes a little blood, makes an x-ray, and says I'll get back to you with
the results. I worked with Dr. Hapke over ten years at the VA hospital.
We were the best of friends and went to lunch together at least once a
week. She is just the same now as she was then. Acts like everything is
a secret. Oh, I think she is a good doctor, but never gives you a
straight answer. Writes another prescription and tells you to call if you
need her. I think she is wanting to retire and open a bed and breakfast.
Seems to be tired of doctoring, bless her heart.
Me: Mom I will call you later this week after you
hear from your tests. Okay?
Mom: Well, okay if you have to go now. Remind me the
next time we talk to tell you a funny story about the preacher and his
wife. They are the cutest couple and the little girls are so sweet. He
tries to stop by here on his way home now and then and we enjoy his visits
so much. Seems as if you never tell me anything. Are you doing all right
and how are those precious dogs and the family? Tell them all I love them
and take care, bless their hearts.
Me: I love you too. Bye now.
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