Reading it all, it's so interesting to hear everyone's experiences. Some people experienced nothing negative, others have. Some would never be rude, others would. Etc Etc.
The one that that always stood out for me while living there, and it's evident in this thread, is that Atlanta is entirely it's OWN place. Those in Atlanta can't extrapolate that how it is there (and it's a huge huge place) is how it is in the rest of the South.
I lived in SC, Spartanburg to be exact, for 4 years in total. One summer, then from '92 to the end of '95. I actually quite loved it! Beautiful, for the most part. One of my fave things to do, before the team moved to Kannapolis, was to go to the
AAA baseball games and eat a pretzel, sitting in the Family section, which was the only place to sit if you wanted to be away from the cigarette smoke.
My brother went to Duke and experienced a whole different kind of the South. The one funny experience he had was when he borrowed a friend's car one evening, and got lost getting back to campus. He finally opened his window and smelled his way back, as the tobacco factories were quite close to campus, and it led him home. (the guy can smell an orange being peeled from upstairs in a closed room, his nose is THAT sensitive...as a child my mom delighted in his ability to differentiate wines by smell, LOL)
My mom and stepdad also lived in Burke, VA, which is officially the South but very very different. And I spent time in WV, which I also loved, but at times felt even further South than Spartanburg did!
While in SC, I was also surrounded by Easterners. I myself am from the West, which isn't actually Yankee (and my family tree includes New Yorkers as well as former land owners in Texas from the Civil War era) but is a whole "nother" ball of wax when telling people from Spartanburg where you grew up. I didn't help matters by being in my Birkenstock phase, LOL.
But I had a job at Fresh Market (and looked way too much like Susan Smith...she was the reason I cut my hair and got contacts, actually, b/c I looked WAY too much like her) and I worked in the chiro school's clinic with an OLD school Southern woman...she taught me a lot!
Anyway, my point is, I tried to fit in...I even went to a huge Southern Baptist church for awhile!...and had a nice time, while watching my NJ and NY and PA friends struggle b/c they did NOT try to fit in.
Then when I was 11 we moved to Pascagoula, MS, where we learned that the War of Northern Aggression was still being fought in the streets.

I had never heard teh N-word until I moved to Mississippi (and I didn't pick it up, either!) Because I had that lovely Tidewater/eastern VA accent, people called me a "d--- Yankee!" WHAT?? Last time I checked, Virginia was below the Mason-Dixon line! I can't tell you how many times people would tell me "Say something! We want to hear your weird accent."

Bunch of marroons...
I went to Sherman College, a chiropractic school. It was named for the chiro that the founder of the school revered. There were still people, in the mid-90s, who would NOT visit that school's clinic, they wanted chiro but wouldn't go there, SOLELY because of the NAME of the clinic. That's how entrenched some of the citizens still were in the war. And they'd had countless people explain why it was named Sherman, but they still woudln't go.
And it just displays how ignorant the founders were, to name it that, smack dab in SC. Stupid of them. (from PA)
First time I really heard that word was from the charming Southern woman I worked with in the clinic. She had the most refined accent. She taught me so much. Including...the fact that eeny meeny miny mo was NOT about a "tiger" at all. Whole different word there. She nearly fell off her chair when I started to do the "tiger by the toe" rhyme to choose which clinician I was going to call down for a walk-in patient...she'd never even heard it with "tiger".
And try to tell the people where I'm from that it's not "the south." LOL. Stupidest thing I've ever heard. I'm from boggy bayou, where trucks, rednecks, and camo run rampant. Some of us even have a cute little southern accent.
My aunt and cousins have lived in the Port Orange area for most of the cousin's life...one of them was born there...lives in Orlando now...they are the FIRST to say that FL is NOT the South.
I haven't read all of the replies but this is my take on the situation. As long as you dont come to the South and tell everyone how much better everything is in the North, you should be fine. The only "Yankees" we don't welcome are the ones who move here and tell us how back-woods we are, etc. I mean seriously, if I moved to Minnesota and told y'all how much greater it was to live in NC, wouldn't you be offended?
This is true, and it's true for every place! But it's also natural for people to be flummoxed when they first move to a place, and to comment on the differences.
For instance, I never got used to the ability of a short-term boyfriend to walk into the local Piggly Wiggly without shirt or shoes, smoking a cigarette. Also never got used to fat back in plastic just sitting there on a table. Of course I knew it was preserved in salt and didn't need refrigeration, but elsewhere it would have been in a cooler no matter what.
But I don't think that my NE friends needed to STILL harp on how hard it was to understand people, 3 years after living there, when I sometimes had a hard time understanding them, LOL. But then, people never want to admit that THEY have the accent, LOL.
If, on the other hand, you open up and embrace southern ideals, i.e. pickup trucks, fishing, hunting, individual rights, religion, etc. or at least don't start bashing those ideals, you will find southerners to be very open, accepting and friendly.
I agree. And I think that's a big reason I got along while my friends had a harder time.
oh, and, the brash east coast stuff, doesn't work down here.
I agree. I would go to the store with friends, with different transactions. I would soften my voice, perhaps a "y'all" would come out because I'm a natural mimic who falls into the speech patterns I'm hearing, and I would get really lovely service. Then my friend from NJ would be next, and the same cashier would be really cold to her.
Best thing I did for myself while in SC was to just Slow Down. Slow the walking (I was drenched in sweat before I stopped rushing everywhere!), slow the talking, slow it alllll down. Ahhh, much better.
Have your son start eating grits and fried okra now. Also all soft drinks are called 'Coke' not pop or soda.
Gotta tell ya...from my experience, that's an Atlanta thing.
Everyone in SC that I talked to, who was from there, called it sodapop. (WV and VA too) I would have noticed if they called it Coke, because that's also a California thing, something I worked to get rid of my first year in WA!
I will say that the pp who said the brashness doesnt fly was completely true though. I constantly feel like I am walking on eggshells (with my southern co workers in particular). It's kind of annoying. Most of the southerners i seem to interact with dont know how to take sarcasm, or people who are quite direct and tell it like it is. They need to use phrases like "bless her heart" to soften the blow of anything and get offended if you're not painfully polite.
But again, that could just be the NYer in me coming out
Glad others address "bless your heart" later, b/c I hated to be the one to break it to you...
Hold the fort ya'll! we gotta stop this use of the word Redneck in a negative connotation.
I think that probably if you are a redneck, you're allowed to use it. If you're not, it's best to stay away from using that word lest it come out wrong.
Baptists
ARE Protestant
I dare you to go to the huge Southern Baptist church in SC and say that....though maybe it's changed in the time I've been gone. Then again, DH was Southern Baptist b/c of his time as a kid in Taiwan at a missionary school, and he would have laid into you about that, too, before he went back to Korean Buddhism.
and then the next thing you want to practice is your "bless his heart." It's not what you think.

"Bless his heart" can be many things--a term of compassion--"Bless his heart!"( can you believe his mother dressed him in that Auburn sweatshirt?) or "Bless his little heart!" (but that's an ugly baby!) A remark meant to extend sympathy--"Bless your heart!" (Your poor mother died and I don't know what to say and I feel very badly for you, often said with a big hug.)
Oooooorrrrrr....it can mean something entirely different when someone does something stupid--"Bless his heart!" (what an idiot!

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Yep! That phrase is a very very interesting one...definitely not as polite as many think it is!
One example: Some people come down here and criticize loudly that we stop the whole world every time it snows. Yeah, well, here it snows 2 days every other year. Our townships don't buy snowplows, employ drivers, and stock up on salt. It makes more sense just to shut down the world. Not preparing for snow is one way we keep taxes low here.
...I don't know anyone who isn't aware that Catholics worship Christ. Yes, the South is predominantly Protestant, but I'd estimate that 20% of the folks around here are Catholics who attend church regularly and quite a few more claim to be Catholic because they were baptised Catholic but aren't really associated with any one particular church. Some Baptists and Methodists have a hard time with the concept of praying to Mary and the saints, but I don't know any who are unaware that Christ is the center of the Catholic church.
FYI, it gets old to hear that up here in western WA, too. People from elsewhere (and I used to be from CA, which has negative connotations here) like to complain about how it all stops in the snow. Well, what do they expect? It's HILLY around here! And people don't grow up driving in the snow, so do you WANT people driving when they don't know how to? Just enjoy the downtime, or commute like DH did last year when it snowed. Took the lightrail and the train, did just fine, made it into work every day but one, when the ice made him fall and he went back home.
Speaking of that, I remember people going ON about how schools were closed and it wasn't snowing anymore in SC. But so many of the kids lived rurally, with big tree cover, and the roads were not passable b/c they were icy all day until well into the afternoon. Then they'd ice back up as soon as the sun set. The kids couldn't get into school, so school was closed. Even though the main roads were clear. Not sure why my friends and colleagues couldln't hear that!
My main point is...people talk about the differences no matter where they go. It's not a north vs south thing...it's just a "wow this is so different" thing.
At the time I was in Spartanburg, there were no Southern Baptists I knew who understood Catholicism. And remember, I went to a church for awhile and heard them talk! They all, to a one, believed firmly that Catholics worship saints, and that was their problem with it.
But maybe they've learned differently in the years since I left. Maybe.
OP, who knows what will happen if you guys move? Will depend on where you go, how you act, who the people are around you specifically. Have fun deciding!