We’re sticking with the yokels
4:44 am September 19th, 2010Many of us went through a stage when we were embarrassed even to be seen with our parents or grandparents. They were just so … uncool. Their clothes were all wrong, the cars they drove were all wrong. Compared to the parents of our much more sophisticated and stylish friends, our families seemed such insufferable clods, yahoos and yokels.
Well, they were yokels. What changed, for those of us fortunate enough to outlive the phase, was that we came to wonder why we’d been embarrassed about the earthy folk and the values and down-home communities that sustained our families and gave us birth. My grandma pronounced the word “vehicle” with a hard “h,” was known to announce she was going to “warsh the deeshes,” and committed many another assault on the English language as spoken by our urban elites, thus betraying the fact that the Bishops and Clarks had come to the hill country of Southeast Ohio a very, very long time ago, and survived even when there wasn’t much to eat but what you’d put up in Mason jars and what the dog managed to tree.