Just a couple of weeks ago, an old friend reconnected with me via Facebook. We were 5th graders together, the only school year we shared, then we were penpals for several more years before we just sort of drifted into no letters. I am tickled to be back in touch, and we have had a lively week (before we both went on vacation) of messages back and forth, admiring pictures, comparing notes, just catching up.
In the course of this big-time correspondence with a fellow SW Georgia girl, I find myself greeting friends with a, "Hey!" In the portion of south Georgia I call home, "Hey" is more often heard than "Hi, " "Hello," or "Whazzup?" It's not a "Hey YOU!"; it's a hello. After a week with my wonderful Georgia-girl sis-in-law, the Southernism is compounded. So don't be surprised if you say Hi and I say Hey.
And to those who might tease, "Hay is for horses," I say "Nay," Hey is not hay, as neigh is not nay.
6 years ago