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My brother and I were born in Boston of Southern parentage.  My Mom was from Georgia and my Dad was from Bradenton. They married in the Depression and there was little work to be found in Florida at the time, so they migrated to a foreign culture where work was available. It was quite a shock especially for my Mom who grew up on a farm in Georgia.  She was raised on Southern fried chicken, collards, black eye peas, biscuits and corn bread; none of which was available in Yankee Land.

For years my brother and I felt we were under-privileged because, while our friends were dining on brown bread, Boston baked beans and hot dogs, we were having Southern fare. I might add that the chicken was fabulous and her biscuits were so light that you had to slather them with butter to hold them down on the plate. Some time later we found out that Mom had to go to S.S. Pierce in Boston to find these Southern delicacies, and she paid a premium price for them.

Ah, the ignorance of youth.   Life was/is good.