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As many of you may recall, the wife and I deserted Illinois for a warmer clime late last November and have been living with our daughter while shopping for a house of our own. We finally found the "perfect" house in an unincorporated area called Clark Junction, about 3 miles north of Elberton, GA and closed the deal on Friday afternoon, making us legal Georgia residents.

Now, on Sunday evening, I decided to have a snack and peeled myself a turnip. I went to take a bite of it and broke off a front tooth.

Fortunately there was no pain involved, but after only 2 days of being a "Georgia boy," I had to go and look like one!

Lifer, you"ll fit right in where I live as well! I won't tell anyone you're really from up north!

I broke of a small chunk of one of my molars on hard candy not to long ago...didn't notice till I swallowed.

"making us legal Georgia residents"

There goes the neighborhood

Lifer your about 125miles N.E. of me, heck on the map it looks like you can spit out your front door and hit So.Carolina

Hehehehe! Tell ye whut, Will...oncet I master th' redneck art o' spittin' through the gap in my teeth, I'll have to give it a try!

Without pictures, we want pictures!
A turnip??

Lifer, That must have been some turnip. I never ate one raw, I always cook them in soups.I had a friend make me some homemade cinnamon rolls a while back. Seems she didn't grind up the cinnamon sticks too well and I exploded a molar. I hate that feeling Glad to hear you are settled in your new digs

"I won't tell anyone you're really from up north"

They'll know believe me
My family moved to So.Fla from N.Y. when I was 5, I spent over 40 years there before moving to Georgia and my neighbors knew from the first time I tried to say "How y'all doing" that I was a Yankee...so I went and bought a Banjo just to play it safe

David: I can't stand cooked turnips. Love 'em raw. From now on, though, I think I'll have to slice 'em pretty thin before I eat 'em.

Will: I think I'm safe. I've had a banjo for about 25 years. I also have 7 guitars, 3 Appalachian dulcimers, an acoustic bass guitar, a fiddle, and Lord knows how many harmonicas. I also love bluegrass music.

I've heard it said that the first thing a transplanted Yankee learns to say in "Southern" is the adjective "big ol'," as in "big ol' truck." I've been saying that and other Southernisms all my life, though, having been born in Virginia to parents who came from Kentucky.

It was kind of humorous once, though, when my "civilized" son and my son-in-law got a moving truck stuck in the front yard "up north." I had to go get a tractor to pull it out. When I got back to the house, they asked what kind of tractor I got. I said "big ol' John Deere." They both cracked up! They were laughing so much their ribs hurt. Finally, my son caught his breath enough to say "See? What did I tell you? 'BIG OL'!" Then they roared for another 20 minutes! I got the feeling that they had been talking about my less-than-urbane background while I was gone.

Lifer,
M-Thrax
Nothing finer than hearing banjo music down by the river. It's very relaxing hearing that while your canoeing.

"3 Appalachian dulcimers,"

Yeah my wife is into horses to