A week ago a friend and JASNA member Jen was feeling burnt out at work. Along with a friend they started to have some fun on Twitter by re-imagining some lines from the works of Charles Dickens as if they had taken place down South. Here is what they came up with, I encourage you to add to their list on Twitter and use the hashtag #dickensdownsouth
“Scrooge was gooder’n girts to his word. He did it all, and infinitely more.”
“It is a gooder’n grits thing that I do, than I have ever done; it is a gooder’n grits rest that I go to…”
‘I am well aware that I am a piddlin’ person,’ said Uriah Heep, modestly.
“Shucks!” said Scrooge, “Tarnation!” “Xmas a tarnation, uncle!” said Scrooge’s nephew. “You don’t mean that, I am sure?”
Even Tiny Tim beat on the table with the handle of his Arkansas toothpick, and feebly cried Sho ‘Nuff!
“Now, I return to this Yankee. And the communication I hear tell is that, bless his heart, he has great expectations.”
“And how did Tim behave?” asked Mrs. Cratchitt… “Gooder’n grits” said Bob, “and better.”
“There’s more of biscuit gravy than of grave about you, whatever you are!”
“You may be an undigested bit of beignet, a blot of BBQ sauce, a crumb of possum pie, a fragment of underdone root.”
Scrooge was “secret and self-contained and solitary as a Gulf Coast oyster.”
“Please sir, I want some more grits”
“‘It’s not Madness, ma’am,’ replied Mr. Bumble, after a few moments of deep meditation. ‘It’s Redneck Caviar.'”
“It was the best of times, it was the darn tootin’ worst of times.”
“God bless y’all, everyone.”