MissBud - Yep, that's about right.

I grew up in the Missouri Ozarks at a time when the young people had mostly left. The little towns were full of old men who wore white shirts with their overalls and straw hats on Sundays, and spent their Saturdays with the "spit and whittle club" on the square.

I was close with all my grandparents, and they were all born in the 19th century. They were still intensely concerned with the Civil War (one family was Yankee, the other was rebel), and they were still offended by the excesses of the 1920's. One grandma just didn't trust cars with glass windows ("cut yer head off if there was a wreck").

Modern times have been a helluva adjustment for me, one that I haven't entirely made yet.