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I am not sedate or serene. Many people in my family, have placid, dignified, demure, perhaps even stately personalities. Both sides of my family are from the South. My father and his people originate from Tennessee while my mother’s side is from the Heart of Dixie, as in New Orleans, Louisiana. Those floaty, tranquil, temperaments do run in the family, mostly in the women, but not in all of us. When my grandmother enters a room everything seems to slow and when she speaks it is almost as if the sounds of the bayou are gently rippling through her velvet voice. Everyone loves her! My mother’s two sisters have this gift of what I call “Southern Grace”. Both can charm the birds out of trees, strays follow them home, and everyone claims to either know them be their friend, or have a story in which one or the other is included. My mother does not possess “Southern Grace”. My mom is a retired charge nurse who still takes care of everything and everybody. Retirement for her means working a few days a month, farming with her husband, doing all he asks of her, raising fish and vegetables in an agroponics operation, and babysitting grandchildren in her spare time. Mom never had the temperament nor the time to be demure. My mother had two children, both of us girls. My sister got the sweet, retiring, Southern Belle, charming personality, and I got the type “A” conquer the world, non-stop, commando-take charge, solve the problem, be responsible, and get out of my way personality. This must happen in each generation because my son got my take charge, knock-em-dead attitude, and my little girl is the beguiling, sweet, Southern Belle.