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I'm sure enjoyin' all this Texas talk in here. Now if'fin y'all could hear me actually talkin', yu'd really know I am a real native Texan and the son of native Texans reachin' back to just before the ol' Republic of Texas days.
My folks wuz headed here from Tennessee to help out Gen'ral Sam to whop up on that tha'r Sante Anee and his Mex'can army. But word reached 'um in Nacogdoches that the fightin' 'twas over, and Sam and his army had won the day at the bend of the San Jacinto River. Factin' is, they'd even captured ol' Sante Anee and had 'em hog-tied.
And that's why we didn't get no big land bonus out'a that tussle. We waz jus' a mite short of gettin' into the fightin', but we wuz ready and fixin' to fight um.
And this here little epistle shows that while Texans definitely have an accent, it don' mean we cain't write good.
Texas Horse Lady was sayin', or words to that effect, that people had no need to pussy-foot aroun' when talking about "those Eastern states." She was plum' right in sayin' those are the "damned Yankee states."
Now as for me, I'll have you know that I wuz 35 years old before I found out that "dam" and "Yankee" wuz TWO words. I was plum' hog-swaggled when I learned that.
And it wuzn't until just about then that I found out I had a Texas accent. But that's another tale to tell.
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