There are a lot of misconceptions about country folk. Many are based upon actual truth. Some are outright lies. But all could use a little clarification in one way or another.
I’m proud of where I live and the people who live here with me. Proud of the fact I live in a place where the pace is slow, the streets are quiet, and the cows outnumber the people. Proud of the fact that if you happen to ask someone for directions to the interstate, you won’t get route numbers and miles for an answer. More likely, you’ll get something like “Well, just take a left at the Conner farm, go a spell, bear to the right past Ms. Hewitt’s place, and take the fork where Old Man Johnson saw that ghost.”
Still, there are those in my life who look upon the lifestyle of my neighbors with a certain degree of ridicule. We’re backward, they say. Narrow-minded.
I had one such conversation recently with a friend of mine, and Katdish has been kind enough to let me share it over on her blog today. So please, stop on by. If you’re country like me, you’ll find your own support group. And if you’re not, I’ll say a prayer for you.
