Just a Pinch of South

For those of us who grew up in the South but have moved elsewhere, we love our roots and all they have provided. There's a lot that I've come to appreciate about the South. But let's be honest, most of us don't want to go back to "full Southern." We're happy with just a pinch here and there to add flavor to the life we live now. If you are not a Southerner, perhaps you'll come to better appreciate the little gifts the American South has given and continues to give our culture. This blog is written by Elizabeth Bloodworth. Find out more about me at elizabethbloodworth.com. Photos are not mine unless specified. Email me at justapinchofsouth @ gmail dot com. I tweet at @apinchofsouth and my other tumblr is called "everythingthatdoesntfitelsewhere" which is just what it sounds like.

Posts tagged nyc

Mar2

A rare and pleasant surprise here in NYC for lunch at a Times Square place called Schiller’s. Sweet tea, oh how I missed ye. #tea #sweet #nyc

A rare and pleasant surprise here in NYC for lunch at a Times Square place called Schiller’s. Sweet tea, oh how I missed ye. #tea #sweet #nyc

#nyc #tea #sweet

Sep11

I’m a Southerner who lives in New York City. And days like today I particularly love my adopted home. I love September weather here - sunshine, low humidity, and the turn to crispness in the air. The plants in the park and on my back patio are that deep end-of-summer green. The early setting sun reminds me that fall and winter are on their inevitable way. And on today in particular, as many thoughts turn to New York City in remembrance of 9/11/2001, I love the way New Yorkers gave of themselves, came together, and bravely faced uncertainty. New Yorkers are a crazy lot. Don’t get me wrong. But it’s my kind of intense, out-there, loud, melting pot of craziness. Or maybe it’s just today’s blue sky and puffy clouds. Whatever it is. I’m home.  (Taken with Instagram at Hotel Gansevoort)

I’m a Southerner who lives in New York City. And days like today I particularly love my adopted home.

I love September weather here - sunshine, low humidity, and the turn to crispness in the air. The plants in the park and on my back patio are that deep end-of-summer green. The early setting sun reminds me that fall and winter are on their inevitable way.

And on today in particular, as many thoughts turn to New York City in remembrance of 9/11/2001, I love the way New Yorkers gave of themselves, came together, and bravely faced uncertainty.

New Yorkers are a crazy lot. Don’t get me wrong. But it’s my kind of intense, out-there, loud, melting pot of craziness.

Or maybe it’s just today’s blue sky and puffy clouds. Whatever it is. I’m home.

 (Taken with Instagram at Hotel Gansevoort)

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Jun16

I often get asked, “When are you moving back to the South?” I don’t feel like I have a short, compelling answer. It’s complicated. The reasons why I choose to live far from my family and my roots is confusing for some people. Why wouldn’t I just move home? Perhaps some of you have this same experience if you’ve moved from the South. Sometimes, I confess, it gets a little confusing for me, too. I love New York City. It has become my home. But I have these moments like, “What am I doing here?” Perhaps you’re wondering what this has to do with the photograph above. This was taken by my friend outside of her West Village (Manhattan, NYC) apartment building yesterday. It is 100% real. First the sign on the left was posted. Then the one on right. (I fuzzed the phone number on purpose) It was upon seeing the second sign that I declared, “I love New York.” Which is strange. Because I dislike snakes. In particular I have nightmares about Copperheads. But there’s something in those signs. The back and forth and the tone that calls out to me. These are my people. These crazy, snake-loving, sarcastic, ambitious, know-it-alls are my tribe. This is where I should be. I belong in NYC. I’m writing this from my childhood bedroom in Atlanta, GA. We had great weather today, and I may meet up with some friends tonight. I had a Krystal hamburger for lunch, visited the vegetable man, drove a pickup, and sat on the front porch. I love all of these things. But, for now at least, I’ll make my home where the lose apartment snakes roam.

I often get asked, “When are you moving back to the South?”

I don’t feel like I have a short, compelling answer. It’s complicated. The reasons why I choose to live far from my family and my roots is confusing for some people. Why wouldn’t I just move home? Perhaps some of you have this same experience if you’ve moved from the South.

Sometimes, I confess, it gets a little confusing for me, too. I love New York City. It has become my home. But I have these moments like, “What am I doing here?”

Perhaps you’re wondering what this has to do with the photograph above. This was taken by my friend outside of her West Village (Manhattan, NYC) apartment building yesterday. It is 100% real. First the sign on the left was posted. Then the one on right. (I fuzzed the phone number on purpose)

It was upon seeing the second sign that I declared, “I love New York.” Which is strange. Because I dislike snakes. In particular I have nightmares about Copperheads.

But there’s something in those signs. The back and forth and the tone that calls out to me. These are my people. These crazy, snake-loving, sarcastic, ambitious, know-it-alls are my tribe. This is where I should be. I belong in NYC.

I’m writing this from my childhood bedroom in Atlanta, GA. We had great weather today, and I may meet up with some friends tonight. I had a Krystal hamburger for lunch, visited the vegetable man, drove a pickup, and sat on the front porch. I love all of these things.

But, for now at least, I’ll make my home where the lose apartment snakes roam.

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May28

I love New York on summer afternoons when everyone’s away. There’s something very sensuous about it - overripe, as if all sorts of funny fruits were going to fall into your hands.

F. Scott Fitzgerald’s The Great Gatsby

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[I know this is a blog about the South, but here I am today, back in NYC on Memorial Day. It feels just like what F. Scott describes, and I love it - JAPoS]

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