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Welcome By Amanda McDanel
Welcome Verb: To greet the arrival of (a person, guests, etc.) with pleasure or kindly courtesy. Adjective: Received gladly into one’s presence or companionship. Noun: A kindly greeting or reception, as to one whose arrival gives pleasure. ACCORDING TO MIRIAM-WEBSTER, the word “welcome” can be defined in any of the above ways, but in the South, it has a whole other alternative meaning as well. A welcome in the south is an event. A welcome dinner. A welcome gift. A welcome parade or a motorcycle escort. Hell, we even have flags with pineapples on them (a sign of hospitality) to hang welcomingly from our wrap-around porches. It’s a gesture that says, “Hey, y’all! We’re glad you’re here.” While some other states might say, “Your crazy is showing, you may want to tuck that back in,” here in the South we highly recommend airing your crazy out on the porch in a rocking chair with a glass of sweet tea. And, in my house, the rocking chair is always ready, the tea (or wine) is always cold, and I’ll join you for a spell right after I’ve given you my own personal salutations. When I used to work for North Carolina State University as an extension agent several years ago, I spent a lot of time traveling to rural counties all over
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the waistband of her jeans whenever she bent over to pluck a juicy radish from the soil. I was so tickled with this nostalgia-laced discovery that I bought a pair of the largest size available to bring home – for a reason yet unknown – and tucked them into a drawer with my vintage pillowcases and aprons. You know, #thesoutherndrawer. Later that year, I attended a conference where a co-worker talked about hanging an American flag outside her house whenever her daddy was due for a visit in order to welcome him home. Enthralled with the idea, I realized that I finally had the perfect answer for my impromptu roadside purchase. With my husband, Johnny, due home from a weeklong work trip that Friday, I immediately went home and scrawled “Welcome home, Johnny” on my pair of Dixie Belle underwear with a large black Sharpie. On the day of his homecoming, I strung that same two-foot-wide pair of skivvies across the front of our house, where it proudly flapped in the breeze for all our neighbors to see. Needless to say, the hilarity that ensued was legendary. Featuring such repurposed garments has now become my personal way of welcoming any special visitor to my home. With many more trips to “said store” where I was known to frequently buy out most of their inventory, I became equipped with enough pairs to offer a variety of greetings and other gestures of goodwill to my visitors. eastern North Carolina. It allowed me to meet some Happy birthday? It’s covered. You made it? Got it. incredible people and introduced me to some excellent If you are a very special visitor, I’ll even sacrifice a pair regional foods, but because eastern N.C. is so vast and and personalize them just for you. “Welcome, Amy and sprawling, it often took me more than three hours to Dave!” has announced my best friends’ arrival for more reach a given destination. And, after miles and miles of than five years now, and it may actually be time to add fields and two-lane roads, my Yeti water bottle had the their nine and 11-year-old children. tendency to catch up with me, In short, you can consider so – above all – I discovered it my way of “rolling out the Featuring such repurposed red carpet” for my nearest and some lovely establishments with public restrooms on those rural dearest. garments has now become roads. From antique stores to A few years after that initial my personal way of feed-and-seeds, meat processing discovery, I visited one of the welcoming any special institutions to five-and-dimes, I East Coast’s largest flea markets visitor to my home. was an equal opportunity pee-er. with a friend. Among the many One such establishment treasures I found there, I met that quickly became my favorite a man in a pair of bib overalls felt completely frozen in time. Their shelves boasted selling five-XL underwear made from parachute material everything from original 1980s Caboodles to vintage adorned with lace. He informed me that his wife customStar Wars-branded Underoos still in their 1982 packaging made them, and that business was very, VERY good (bought them!) alongside a stark collection of men’s indeed. I promptly forked over $20 and happily skipped coveralls. To my delight, there was also a section of away with a four-foot-wide pair of purple underwear lady’s unmentionables that was conveniently stocked destined to welcome my next lucky visitors. I had officially with a particularly silky – and extremely large – brand of upped my hospitality game – while simultaneously making underpants called Dixie Belles. a lot of rural N.C. ladies happy that they could once again I hadn’t seen underwear like that since I toddled easily purchase lingerie at their local five-and-dime. behind my grandma in her garden, where I could reliably I am a good southern girl after all – though it might be catch a glimpse of oversized brims peeking out from time to think about installing a flagpole.
