Straddling the Mason/Dixon line

mason of iced tea

I am the product of a mixed-marriage. My mother is a southern belle and my father is a damn Yankee. Dad drinks Michelob out of a bottle, and my mother sips sweet tea from a mason jar. She says, “God bless you,” and he says, “Gawd dammit!”

Unfortunately for them, their romance didn’t take the leisurely path of antebellum courting. Instead, it took the northern carpetbagger route. The dissolution of their union was like Lee surrendering to Grant at Appomattox, and it was just as brutal.

Spoils of war did yield me though, so the marriage wasn’t all bad.

The 100 Word Challenge is to tell a story in only 100 words. This week’s theme is “Marriage”

10 thoughts on “Straddling the Mason/Dixon line

  1. sweet tea is always a little “too sweet” for me, which is why I want to stay close to NYC and just dream about the South (or read Siddons and Conroy for my fixes).
    However, my mom is coming South…sooner than later…I might have to acquire a taste for the tea 😉

    love that picture and the way you used “mixed marriage” : such great words.

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  2. This flows so smoothly it’s almost poetic. I love the contracts in imagery—the sweet tea in a mason jar vs the bottle of beer, the God bless you vs the goddammit. Simply fantastic.

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  3. love it

    I made a sarcastic remark about the reason I stay in the south is the sweet tea. When it’s in that kind of jar, it’s like drinking crack.

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  4. A tasty trickle of a story that could unfold nicely in longer verses, on some other day, in some other way. I’m glad you’re here.

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        1. That is part of the creative freedom you own. With all of the wonderful images you take, it would be hard to keep the same thing up all the time. But, I do like it! 🙂

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