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Dixie Divas: Respectful manners of the Southern culture
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There are many things I love about the South. We’re fiercely patriotic. We’re neighborly. We’re storytellers without equal. We’re unabashedly and unapologetically faithful. We’re proudly hospitable.

But here’s what I love just a little bit better than all the rest: We believe mightily in courtesy and manners.

Now, this isn’t to say only Southerners are well-raised or all Yankees and other non-Southerners are rude. That would be untruthful, because I have met some extremely discourteous Southerners while I know some beautifully well-mannered Yankees. My husband and his father are two of the most courtly gentlemen I have ever met and are entrenched in Yankee-ness going all the way back to the Mayflower. You can’t be Yankee-er than they are. And you can’t find anyone more gentlemanly than they.

My husband rises from his seat whenever a woman enters the room. He helps her with her seat, her jacket or opens the door. My father-in-law will speak always with gentility when I am in his presence. I hope people outside of the South are still being raised like these two fine men. But here’s one thing I know for certain: Where I come from, children are still being taught courtesy, especially when it comes to their elders.

The other day Louise brought home the preacher and his wife for our usual Sunday dinner. The two of them, Tink and I were at the table when Jon, our family’s 13-year-old, arrived.

Jon is a normally bashful child. That comes from his father’s family, for his mother’s family (mine) has never been shy to speak. With presence and without encouragement, he walked into the dining room and said, “Hello, Preacher Joe.” He walked straight to the table, offered his hand in a steady grip, shook the preacher’s hand firmly and looked him in the eye.

“Good to see you,” he said, then turned to the preacher’s wife and said, “Hello, Miss Phyllis.”

He smiled, shook her hand firmly and looked her in the eye.

We all smiled broadly with approval.

He isn’t the exception. Every teenager or child of each friend of mine calls me “Miss Ronda.” They all say “yes ma’am,” “no sir,” “please” and “thank you.” This is the case across the South from the Carolina coast to the Mississippi Delta.

Of all the things I adore about the manners of the South, what I admire most is that we respect our elders by calling them “Miss” or “Mr.” combined with their first names. This, of course, is for the ones to whom we are close. Otherwise, we use their last names.

One of the preschooler twins dropped by the dinner table and Miss Phyllis asked her a question.

Bree tilted her head and said, “What?”

“Bree, don’t say ‘what’,” I corrected her. “Say, ‘Ma’am?’”

She smiled shyly then repeated as she had been instructed. We also use “pardon me?” in such incidences.

My niece once said, “There’s one thing about it — my children are going to be courteous and treat others respectfully.”

So they do. It is a worthy parental pursuit.

Sela Ward, the award-winning television actress from Mississippi, wrote in her lovely memoir, “Homesick,” it has been hard on her to raise her children in California where children are raised to be casual and even call their teachers by their first name with no “Miss” or “Mr.” attached. She, like many Southerners, loves the respectful, gentle manners of the South.

Good manners, like rudeness, can rub off and even the well-trained can be improved. Despite age, you can learn and change.

Tink came in one summer day and, referring to a nearby neighbor, said, “Miss Brenda’s grass needs cutting. Her mower’s broken so we need to cut it for her.”

And, just like that, my Yankee husband slipped into a patented Southern sensibility. Bless his sweet heart.

Ronda Rich is the best-selling author of several books, including “There’s A Better Day A-Comin’.” Sign up for her newsletter at Her column appears Tuesdays and on

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