All my life I have heard about how hospitable Southerners are. “Southern Hospitality,” they say, “defines a culture and a people.” To be honest, I have never understood what this term, Southern Hospitality, really means. I myself have never felt especially hospitable, even though I spent the first 25 years of my life in Alabama, Tennessee and Mississippi.
But as I pondered what to write about my grandmother, Nana, upon her passing at age 93 this week, it hit me. I finally realize what Southern Hospitality is.