There was a land of Cavaliers and Cotton Fields called the Old South… Here in this pretty world Gallantry took its last bow… Here was the last ever to be seen of Knights and their Ladies Fair, of Master and of Slave… Look for it only in books, for it is no more than a dream remembered. A Civilization gone with the wind…
Gone With The Wind

To Kill a Mockingbird

"Maycomb was an old town, but it was a tired old town when I first knew it. In rainy weather the streets turned to red slop; grass grew on the sidewalks, the courthouse sagged in the square. Somehow it was hotter then: a black dog suffered on a summers day; bony mules hitched to Hoover carts flicked flies in the sweltering shade of the live oaks on the square. Men’s stiff collars wilted by nine in the morning. Ladies bathed before noon, after their three-o’clock naps, and by nightfall were like soft teacakes with frostings of sweat and sweet talcum."

Southern Women are Fickle

  • Scarlett: Oh, Rhett! Please, don't go! You can't leave me! Please! I'll never forgive you!
  • Rhett Butler: I'm not asking you to forgive me. I'll never understand or forgive myself. And if a bullet gets me, so help me, I'll laugh at myself for being an idiot. There's one thing I do know... and that is that I love you, Scarlett. In spite of you and me and the whole silly world going to pieces around us, I love you. Because we're alike. Bad lots, both of us. Selfish and shrewd. But able to look things in the eyes as we call them by their right names.
  • Scarlett: Don't hold me like that!
  • Rhett Butler: Scarlett! Look at me! I've loved you more than I've ever loved any woman and I've waited for you longer than I've ever waited for any woman.
  • Scarlett: Let me alone!
  • Rhett Butler: Here's a soldier of the South who loves you, Scarlett. Wants to feel your arms around him, wants to carry the memory of your kisses into battle with him. Never mind about loving me, you're a woman sending a soldier to his death with a beautiful memory. Scarlett! Kiss me! Kiss me... once...

The Old South

A day in Savannah.

I get in my car, and see what passes me by…

I park and walk along the street to a cafe I think of as another home

I stop to read, to watch, to listen

I walk again and feel the sun…

and smell the baker’s freshly made desserts.

I see what catches my eye…

and taste something warm.

The day is almost through and I am tired. I drive…
and park next to a familiar building…walk up some steps I have always known…

and I am HOME.

Photos by From Me To You & Story by Tell LOVE & Chocolate

annstreetstudio asked:

Darlin, what is Southern Afternoon?

Southern Afternoon is a vintage tumblr theme for sale based on the charm and personal aspect of an old keepsake scrapbook. When you look though someone’s album you enter their world of memories, style, journeys, and you see what makes them so special. I wanted to create a blog design that read as important and personal as an old scrapbook so that one could share so easily just how unforgettable they are in a modern world. 

I can’t wait to see what you publish in your scrapbook.