Sweet thing has an ear infection...yesterday was a two lambie kind of day....
This weekend a lot of Ole Miss friends had this
Article posted on their facebooks. I read it Sunday afternoon and almost cried. Growing up we always drove past the 5 crosses on Highway 6 going to Oxford. I remember my dad saying the girls were picking up trash for Chi O. I remember him saying we were NEVER to do anything on the side of the highway. My grandmother probably said the same thing except it was more like, "You are never to pick up trash on the highway or be a Chi O."
It is a story I grew up knowing about but never heard the details. The title of the Article is "We Thought The Sun Would Always Shine on Our Lives." How true is that when your at Ole Miss living in the sorority bubble at the most Southern place on earth? Something about the article makes me miss my days at Ole Miss and the perfect little world we lived in for four years....no matter what your Greek letters were you can identify with this article!
The article is to long to post all of it, but here's the first little bit and you can click the link above for the full article:
The idea of sororities holds stronger in the Deep South than in the rest of the country, and at my alma mater, Ole Miss, in Oxford, Mississippi, the Greek letters on T-shirts foretold a person's station in life. I belonged to XΩ, Chi Omega. Our symbol was the owl; our colors were red and gold, or, in the mythical terms we were taught, "cardinal and straw"; and our chapter, Tau, had been at the top of the Greek order since its founding in 1899. The idea of walking around in anything other than the T-shirts, tank tops, earrings, gym shorts, necklaces, and sweatshirts of Chi Omega was so intolerable that rushees had been known to collapse in grief upon being cut, and to immediately pack their bags and go home. Chi O freshmen were assigned to dorms, sophomores lived in dorms or apartments, and upperclassmen shared bedrooms in our Greek Revival chapter house, where we were surrounded by evidence of our bygone glories. A generation earlier we had produced back-to-back Miss Americas, whose portraits hung in the front stairwell and had become part of the scenery along with the oil paintings and chandeliers. Our housemother, Mrs. Caldwell, a former First Lady of Tupelo, wore silk blouses, pearls, and a cirrus of golden hair, and her mere presence encouraged us to conduct ourselves in a manner befitting our traditions. Chi Os were not to drink beer from cans. Or use profanity. Or dance on elevated surfaces in public. If we smoked, we were not to crassly stand while doing so, but rather sit, preferably with legs crossed. We were not to cultivate wildness or vulgarity in any form.
On Saturday, Elizabeth Magee enjoyed some Dee time at the party....she wouldn't go to Poppy or Biscuit but managed to make them both mad by going straight to Dee with a smile on her face!