Ahh yes
 

where I come from
 

You have to make a right to make a left!

Home of the jug handle

Where I'm from now, the city encourages really strong neighborhood associations, and city council members--even the mayor--sometimes have lots of experience on the most local level, the neighborhood, before they run for office. Even county officials sometimes start out this way. It seems to make the city more responsive to residents' concerns, although things still don't always go the way residents wish them to.

Still, the neighborhoods are given enough respect that the Mayor and the head of the county commissioners both declared yesterday "Neighborhood University Day" in honor of the neighborhood associations and WIN, the overall non-profit that most of the associations are incorporated under. WIN sponsors Neighborhood University each year, with lots of workshops about evevrything from how to start a community garden to how to prevent crime, how to start a newsletter to how to deal with gangs, how to find the best healthcare to how to run effective neighborhood meetings. It's really a wonderful opportunity.

Where I am from, you are either going "up north" or "downstate." You are either a "Yooper" (live in the Upper Peninsula or U.P. or Yoop, thus Yooper) or a "troll" (because you live in the Lower Peninsula, below the Mackinac Bridge, thus you live under the bridge and are a troll). We call tourists in the northern part of the state "fudgies" because they often frequent the many fudge shops. You often use your right hand as a map of half the state and point to where you are from, if you were born in the Lower Peninsula. You can kind of use your left hand as the Upper Peninsula. Where I am from (northern Michigan), most schools close on the opening day of deer hunting season because so many teachers and students call in sick so they can go hunting. Where I am from, it can snow as early as October and as late as April or May. Where I am from, Canadian coins are accepted as change and given as change just like American coins, except for the Loonie...we don't take the Loonie. Where I am from, you either eat your coney dogs Flint style or Detroit style. And always with mustard and onions. In fact, that's the only time I put mustard on a hotdog.

Where I am from, my little hometown on the shores of Lake Huron, it is not unusual to hear a little Polish at a certain butcher shop because the butcher knows Polish to talk to some of the older customers, some of whom still feel more comfortable talking what they grew up talking (Polish). So, you sometimes hear "Dzien dobry" in the morning. In my hometown, there is a restaurant attached to the bowling alley (hey, the population is only 4500) that usually serves an all-Polish food buffet on Thursdays. All you can eat - $6, and that includes the duck blood soup. In my hometown, people buy their meats at the butcher, not at the grocery market. And there are two outstanding butcher shops for such a small town. In my hometown, there was a radio program every Saturday morning on the local radio station that was dedicated to playing Polish folk music and polkas for two hours. The man who hosted it recently died, so I think the show will die too...and that makes me sad. In my hometown, there are essentially two churches -- Catholic and Lutheran. My town is almost evenly divided between the churches and between Polish and German ancestry (I am half and half). On Christmas Eve, the Catholic Church has a 6 p.m. Mass and the schoolchildren from the Catholic school sing Christmas carols in Polish and the little old Polish ladies (who still wear scarves or kerchiefs on their heads at church) sing along in Polish too.

Fun thread. :)

i love a good pierogi

Sugar Land, Texas
 

I come from a town called Sugar Land, Texas. I was actually born about a mile from where i live now.In a very small 8 room hospital that still stands to this day. We have a sugar refinary here that closed down about 5 yrs ago built in 1853. now there making it into a museum. there use to be sugar plantations here too. There was nothing out here when i went to school , lots of cows and cotton fields mostly and a 1 screen movie house (torn down about 10yrs ago), oh and a few prisons.There was less than 4,000 that live here. Now there is mostly master plan communities all the fields are gone to big homes....
We have lots of big hospitals now. It really changed:watereyes:
80,000 live here now

I make GREAT perogi's...and we say it with an H sound for the g, not a hard G sound...

Many Cajuns and Southern black folk like their cornbread sweet, and it ain't out of the package when they make it. Just saying.

Um, I love a crunchy bottom :cheesy:

San Diego
 

Where I come from what on the bar b que and at the road side stands is Tri-tip. If your not from there, you can google it. But warning, if your a carnivore, it will make you drool. Yes, Darling, its better even than bacon.

Where I come from its not hard to find a farmer who will let you do the after-pickins- its the picking that happens after the commercial picking is done. This means free food for canning, eating, baking, jelly-ing and can be the answer to a prayer if your not afraid of bees, hard work, and heat.

Where I come from a month of 110+ heat that sucks the life right out of your lungs is ok, cause at least its not 120.

Where I come from your 2 to 4 hours from every where ELSE you want to be, and not where anyone really WANTS to be.

Where I come from the languages and cultures collide with such diversity that if we are not trying to kill each other, then we are trying to sell our food to each other. Its not exactly tolerance, but it IS commerce.

The county cultural fair will include a ( drumroll) TRACTOR PULL! Ok, so I know tractor pulls have been around forever, but I have to admit ( imagine my redneck shame) to never having been to one. So, I am a little excited to drive the wife and boy up in my big ass ugly truck, grab a funnel cake and watch some tractors blow up.

Where I'm from, we get our local news/ gossip from a tiny radio station WHEO 1270 on yer AM dial! I listen to it while playing taxi mornings and afternoons just to punish the boy for making me do it.. LOL! I can find out who has gotten married, arrested, had a birthday, died, or made any land purchases. I can also find out about "stink bugs" also known as "assasin beetles" or holistic colon hydrotherapy or which quilting patterns are family " crests" or heirloom patterns from some of the local visitor spots. When I catch it at one of the three daily slots ( which I still have yet to get the times down), I can hear who needs what or who has what to sell on the Swap Shop. WOHOOO! On any given day I could purchase blue healer/ shitzu/yorkie/poodle mix pups, a few quarts of berries for canning/ freezing, some old video games, or a junked car.

Sprinkled between the talk segments is some of the oddest most eclectic music ever. Old timey gospel/ bluegrass/ Lynard Skynard/ Frank Sinatra.. hell, I even heard them playing Hendrix one day!

Thanks for all the stories of where you all are from... it definitely makes me look more closely at "Home".

Hey! AT least it's just chicken poo there! The plantation I used to live on would spread cow manure in the late fall for years. Then, in the last two years I lived out there, they started using a bio- engineered "recycled".. product from human waste facilities. You wanna talk about stench!

It may just be me, but for some reason the use of anything containing human by product in food grain production reallllllllly bothers me. It's like using human ( or sea bass) DNA in tomato production.. wtf???

Dude, if it gets too bad ya'll come up here for Thanksgiving! Bring da pups and we'll chow down poop free! Can't promise an exploding deep fried turkey, but we can usually pull together a decent spread!