Courtesy, Anyone?

A well brought up southern youngster would never address an elder by a first name unless prefaced by a (I would be Miz so-and-so, my husband Mr. such-and-such). I instilled this custom in my daughter until she became a teenager and could handle last names easily. To me this is an endearing and charming custom which brings a smile to my heart when I hear it today ~ though less and less often. I delight in seeing a gentleman stand when a lady enters the room; I’m pleased that my husband prefers to open the door for me, or walk on the curb side of the sidewalk to protect me, grasps my hand or elbow as we cross the street, or pulls the dining chair out so that I may be seated by him.

Old fashioned? Perhaps. Some traditions cannot be improved upon.

Now, don’t call me until you’ve finished that snack.