Welcome to the Babblings of an Eccentric Southerner!
Wheelchair and Leg Braces of President Franklin Delano Roosevelt. On display at The Little White House in Warm Springs, Georgia.
Welcome to The Babblings of an Eccentric Southerner!
If you’re reading this, consider it the very first post of this eccentric Southerner. When I say eccentric, I’m not entirely sure what I mean—have you ever met a true Southerner who wasn’t at least a little eccentric? Now, there is such a thing as being beyond eccentric, but we usually just say someone is “’bout three bricks shy of a load.” But we’ll talk about those folks another day.
Why blog?
No, I’m not asking you—I’m asking myself. You see, tucked away on my computer are countless documents I’ve drafted over the years about people I’ve met in my life. My original intention was to compile them into a book of short stories titled A Few Good People I Have Known. But as time goes on, I’ve come to realize that there are far more than just a few good people I’ve known—or still know. Some of them are so complex, they deserve multiple chapters. So to answer my own question: this blog is my way of exploring those remarkable Southerners, their environments, their ancestors, and so much more.
I make no promises. I make no apologies.
I love the South.
I don’t believe in watered-down history—I believe in contextual history. The people, events, and ideas represented in this blog are not politics. I may mention politics from time to time; however, if I say that Republicans didn’t stand a chance when Eugene Talmadge was on the ballot, I’m simply stating a historical fact. And if I describe the social makeup of religion in your average Southern town—it’s just that.
May we all rise in unity, never against each other.
May we learn from the past and be present in the here and now.
If all hearts and minds are well and clear, I’ll end this, my first post. If not, feel free to reach out—I’d love to hear from you.
~ The Eccentric Southerner