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Page 4 — Wednesday, October 12, 2011, TheTrue Citizen
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The Pledge Of Allegiance
I pledge allegiance to the flag
of the United States of America
and to the Republic for which
,it stands, one Nation under
God, indivisible, with liberty and
justice for all.
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Looking Back
10 years ago: Oct. 10, 2001
Burke County defeated Butler 42-0, improving their record to
3-2.
EB A’s Spartans defeated Robert Toombs 50-30 to even up their
record at 3-3.
Five citizens showed up to protest a % mill property tax in
crease proposed by the Burke County Commission.
25 years ago: Oct. 9,1986
Waynesboro’s Doyle Street was renamed Martin Luther King
Jr. Drive in honor of the slain civil rights leader.
Southern Bell announced the arrival of new electronic switch
ing equipment for the Waynesboro/Sardis telephone exchange.
Costing more than $2 Vi million, the new equipment would al
low, but not require, all users to utilize touchtone dialing.
Senior candidates for EBA Homecoming Queen were Amie
Shivers, Holly Land and Julie Johnson.
50 years ago: Oct. 11,1961
Dan Wilson and the Coca-Cola Company donated a $2,000
electric scoreboard for the WHS football field.
Edwin F. Herrington was named the new office manager at
Atlas Chemicals Inc.
A.J. Dolinsky was named chairman of the “Dollars for Demo
crats" fund drive in Burke County. Volunteers included Paul
Stone, Preston Lewis Jr., McKinley Franklin, Roy F. Chalker
and Judson Thompson.
Local real estate salesman Bill Evans said he would be a candi
date for Waynesboro City Council’s second ward post.
75 years ago: Oct. 9,1936
Burke County Ordinary Joseph Law was elected to the State
Democratic Executive Committee.
John Boyd Kendrick, son of Mr. and Mrs. N.S. Kendrick of
Waynesboro, was appointed to the United States Military Acad
emy at West Point.
WHS running backs Steve Economos and Junior Brinson were
expected to lead the Purple Jackets against a strong Statesboro
team. Upcoming opponents included Richmond Academy,
Thomson, Swainsboro, Millen, Sylvania and North Augusta.
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RFD
By Bonnie K. Taylor
General Manager The True Citizen
I have a couple of pet peeves which get un
der my skin easily.
One is “Yard Sale” signs. When you have a
yard sale and you go around town a couple of
days before the sale and place your advertis
ing signs with your address, date, time, etc.,
don’t forget to pick them up after the sale.
Correct me if I am wrong, but I believe the
placement of these signs borders on being litter!
Count the number of signs you display and their location and
take them down immediately after the sale.
Another irritation is folks who refuse to roll in their garbage
poly cart after their trash is picked up.
My neighbor said that is why there are wheels on the carts to
move them ... return them to a not-so noticable area until it is
time to move them trash pick-up.
Please make my life more pleasant... get up those yard signs
and take in your poly cart! Thank you!!!!
Don Lively
WHAT ACCENT?
I don’t know if you’ve noticed this but folks in other sectors
of America, far removed from the Blessed South, talk funny.
Yes, I know the polite, grammatically cor
rect way to say that would be that those less
fortunate citizens of the USA "speak oddly “,
but I prefer my term.
They just talk funny.
Like folks in the Midwest who refer to a
creek as a crick.
That’s weird.
But here’s a news flash.
All of our other countrymen think that we,
the distinctive denizens of Dixie are the ones
who “speak oddly."
Of course I strongly disagree with that but, let’s face it, we do
have a unique mode of verbal communication.
When I first moved Out West all those years ago I noticed that
folks out there often asked me to repeat something I’d said. I
began to think that they were all hard of hearing or dimwitted
until I spoke to a young woman who I’d just met about it.
“ We understand you just fine. We just think your accent is
cute."
I wasn’t sure I liked anything about me being referred to as
cute, but, since that particular lady was really cute, I kept on
drawlin’.
A man’s gotta do what a man’s gotta do.
When my kids were younger I always tried to bring them to
our big family reunion on the Fourth of July. One year my
youngest daughter came to me with a puzzling question.
“Daddy, what are row sneers?“”
I had no idea what she meant so I asked her to explain.
“Granddaddy said he was going out to pull a few row sneers
for dinner. ”
I got it. I chuckled.
Corn. Roasting ears.
She was right. The way he said it, if you weren’t from around
these parts, it sounded like some foreign cuisine.
Sometimes even growing up here didn’t help.
One summer Daddy and his cronies were in the process of
rebuilding their floating cabin, The River Queen. One of his
buddies was at the house and they were discussing the construc
tion.
“ I picked up the new does yesterday. They’re ready to go in,
“ said Mr. Chance.
“Good. How many did you get? “ Daddy asked.
“Foe.”
My sister SherryLou was sitting there and she looked at with
quizzical eyes.
“Doors. Four of them, “I interpreted.
She told me later she couldn’t fathom why the men would
need female deer to re-do their mini river casino.
Down South we don’t believe in wasting R’s where they aren’t
needed. And sometimes dropping the R causes other parts of a
word to be re-fabricated to the point that it would be unrecog
nizable outside the friendly confines of our neck of the woods.
“With this dry weather I don’t think my cawn’s gonna do much
this year.”
Corn again, of course.
Carry it a little further.
“My cawn patch is just around the cawner from the barn.”
Corner, naturally.
But, paradoxically, sometimes we’ve been known to add an R
where one was never intended to be.
A neighbor was describing his garden to me.
“I’ve got plenty of taters and tomaters out there. Take as many
as you want. “
“Thanks, I will. How many acres did you plant? “
“Bout foe.”
We have our own linguistic rules too.
Like when we throw out both vowels, keep the consonant and
add a new vowel of our choice.
Case in point: “un.”
We all learn early in our educations that when you add “ un “to
a word it makes that word mean “ the reverse of ”. For in
stance, unpleasant is the opposite of pleasant. Un has a desig
nated purpose in the English language.
But not necessarily in Southernese.
“Hey man, I heard you got a new pick-up. “
“Yep, I got a big un this time. I got rid of that little ol’ ugly un
I been drivin’ all these years. “
Un equals “ one “ below the Mason-Dixon line.
To save time and space it’s also totally acceptable to combine
the words by adding an apostrophe thereby creating your own
colorful country contraction.
“That young’un of mine is going to be a hefty’un. He ate foe
row sneers before supper was even on the table. “
So the next time one of your Yankee friends tells you that "you
guys speak oddly “ you can just laugh it off.
We don’t have the accent.
It’s them.
They’re the silly’uns.
We’re just cute.
Don Lively is a freelance writer and author of Howlin’ At The
Dixie Moon. He lives in Shell Bluff. Email Don at
Livelvcolo @ aol.com and visit his website, www.Donl .ivelv.com.