Around here, when someone asks “Where you from?” (and that is how they say it in this area-even the metropolitan south). They are really askin’ “You from around here?” and that means has your family lived in this area for the past 70 years at least or are you from some where else, may as well be another planet if you didn’t grow up here. I have a feeling it is like that in most southern small towns.
It could be argued that Louisville and the surrounding areas are not “REALLY” the south, but we do have some of those quirky behaviors.
I will say we are getting better or maybe we were forced to change because we did such a good job with our local schools people who move in the area with their jobs aren’t from ’round here and if they had a choice wouldn’t have picked HERE, but they don’t and because our school system rocks, so here they are. Some of them like it and stick around and I guess after about 15 years (instead of the standard 100) they are from ’round here.
But something that I have only discovered in Kentucky and is even listed on those “You know you are from {insert area here} when lists”-our “Where you from” goes one step further. Where did you go to school and honey, we don’t mean college. Not because most of us didn’t head off to university, we did, we just can glean more information off your high school. And out here, I can tell not only about where you grew up but MAYBE even how old you may or may not be because until the early 90’s there was only one high school out here, now there are 3.
If this question gets favorable results or someone says, I didn’t grow up HERE, but my mom and dad met in college and moved back here, you get to say “Oh really, who’ is your daddy? or your mama?” and chances are that your daddy and their daddy played basketball or football together and you recognize the name like it were your own. In some unfortunate cases you discover that their mama and your daddy dated and your mama isn’t a big fan of their mama, in which case, you really don’t run off and call your mama and daddy to tell them who you just met in the parking lot of Kroger.
Just keep that one to yourself.
I have discovered that I do this with my son’s friends, just like my daddy used to do it with mine, because you see, my daddy grew up here and my mama did not. I would have friends come over and my dad would say “Claypot…well, I don’t know any claypots, where you from?” and they would reply well my dad isn’t from around here but my mama was….
“Awww, what’s your mama’s name?”
“Jones, sir”
“Sally Jones?”
“Yes sir.”
“Oh, I know your mama, she used to be a cheerleader and was the nicest thing, how’s she doin’?”
IF he knew them, but if he didn’t he would say…
“Sally Jones, aw yes, she used to come over to my house to eat chicken…’(and then he would say shit, under his breath) he would die laughing! I can honestly tell you that I was in my mid-20’s before I understood that my dad was telling these kids that their parents ate chicken poo at his house.
I have promised my son that I will not use the eating chicken line, but I will and do ask the other questions everytime a new kid comes over. Because some traditions are just worth preserving-child embarassment!
So, where you from? where did you go to school?
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