A significant awakening swept over me recently.
When it happened, I was happily stunned at my observation.
Daddy had a close first cousin named Gurley.
Tink, a Yankee, had never heard of degrees of cousins until he came South. He did not know what a “first” cousin was or how you became third cousins.
“In my family, we were just cousins,” he replied, puzzled.
Aw, but in the South, cousin degrees are imp…