We like to think of ourselves as having plenty of historical traditions in the South. We may eat black-eyed peas on New Year’s Day. In Texas, we take pictures of our families with the wild blue bonnets in the spring. We hunt and fish. Unfortunately, many of our traditions have been “Americanized.” Many are glued to the TV watching rival college teams on Saturday, or worse the professionals on Sunday, cheering on tribes of men who have nothing to do with who we are or where we come from.
We use to have strong traditions that tied us together. What can we do? How do revive the spirit of traditions? We start by instituting traditions ourselves.
When I was little, I loved being around “diverse” people during family gatherings. By diverse I mean, grandma and grandpa, mothers and fathers, teenagers, kids and little children. We use to all get together. The cultural Marxists have put a hurt on the family in the South. If everyone gets together it’s to stare at a square box, either in the living room or in their hand. When I started having kids, this bothered me. I began noticing these trends once I reached fatherhood.
I wanted to create a gathering at my house where all ages of friends and family would come. I knew I’d probably have to do it during the holidays. I couldn’t do it on Thanksgiving, because of all of the rivalry football teams. I could not do it on a Sunday for my family and church, for the rest of the folks that was a day of NFL football. The day after Thanksgiving is free though. Some of the family buy into the black Friday thing, but that has been becoming more and more less attractive, even to the most aggressive of consumerists. After Thanksgiving, we are plumb stuffed of good turkey and stuffing. I came up with the idea of Frito Pie Friday! Kids are out of school, most adults are off on Friday, and retirees have no better place to be.
We ask friends and family to bring their own home made chili, along with various corn chips, seasoning, Cokes, and beer, and we have a big ‘ole time. Now, we live out in the country, so we have bonfires & play good country music (Texas Country, no offense Nashville) from the speakers with no worries. If you live in the suburbs, you can still have a small fire pit. We try to have a pastor or clergy there to say a prayer before we start to eat. Everyone has a good time. Young and old together just like the old days. There is no TV, no cultural Marxism being forced on you. This is your event.
Another tradition I started years ago was an event called Heads of Households. This is a time where men (heads of their households) come together to enjoy food, drink and fellowship. I’m fortunate enough to have a diverse set of peers and mentors, again by diverse I mean diverse in trade or work: pilots, carpenters, lawyers, corporate salesmen, warehouse managers, physical therapists, etc.
I’ll grill food. Men will bring their favorite beers. We’ll have a washer tournament (Texas game – you can Google it) bonfire, cigars and gentlemen whiskey. As we gather around the fire, I have older men and younger men give a small speech or a good word. I try to have an elder there to share a good word of Scripture. We’ll take turns giving toasts as well (like the days of old). The great thing about this is that there are teenage men, college-aged men, young men, middle-aged men and old men, all there interacting and engaging in fellowship. No women are allowed to this event. The wives know it, but seem to even encourage their husbands to attend.
What traditions can you start where you are? I know y’all can come up with even better ones than what I have have. It does require planning and time. It won’t just happen. The Alt-Right has a slogan that says, “Become Who We Are.” We as Southern Nationalist should “Become Who We Were.” Embrace the past through tradition – make and maintain your own traditions.
– By Bedford Lee Dabney
Oh, I'm a good old Rebel, now that's just what I am; For this "Fair Land of Freedom" I do not give a damn! I'm glad I fit against it, I only wish we'd won, And I don't want no pardon for anything I done.