Redneck Heritage

After reading the comment about my last post from ChiefMommyOwl and her last post about the Dukes, I felt that I should make a few comments concerning my redneck Southern heritage of which I am proud of.

My family were Dukes of Hazzard fans and I was in love with Daisy Duke. The best looking legs and but on television at the time.

In my opinion, the issue of the Confederate Flag has been blow out of proportions and I will let it go at that.

Have you, for any reason, looked up the word redneck in Wikipedia?

With the exceptions of the muscle car, gun rack, "wifebeater" shirt, and pinch tobacco, they wrote my life. Redman, Chesterfields, Jack Daniels, Smirnoff, and Budweiser were my vices at the time. I drove a hot lime green Mustang fastback and a 56 Chevrolet pickup.

We were not unclean with bad teeth or prone to inbreeding as the outsiders implicated.

We came from a rural area and drove a car or truck until it was worn out.

We hunted for squirrels and rabbits in the winter evenings and fished in farm ponds in the summer.

I have plowed a tractor and even picked cotton.

Team or pickup baseball games was my life for a long time until I discovered what women were all about. Wearing the cap followed me for years.

Skynard, Marshall Tucker, and CDB was the music of the day, no rock except Southern Rock.

Clemson was the college of choice but it took me a whole year to figure out that Animal Husbandry didn't have anything to do with sheep. This is not the reason that I dropped out and went back later.

Yes, I'm from the South and from all indications a redneck. Boy it was fun back then. My hair is mostly grey now and long enough to cover up my red neck. A lot of great memories.

I love my heritage as much as anyone else. God bless the USA. ChiefMommy Owl, I know that you do to.

C. Oxford
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