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Hillbilly may be somewhat like your aboriginals.
A couple of rednecks as an example, Larry the Cable Guy and Archie Bunker.

Here's a word or two on the subject of "Rednecks", from a Brit.

When I served in the British army in Germany during the 60's and 70's, I had occasion to take part in NATO 'Exercises' ('Manouvers' I think in the USA) and served alongside many US servicemen. I became mates ('Buds') with an interesting guy from Alabama. He explained the term to me, as coming from the Cottonfields of the Mississipi Delta. 'Pickers worked bent over under that hot sun and, if they had no neck cover, this would expose that area, resulting in a real 'Red Neck.' Now I don't know if that is true or not, he was a real joker, but it seems to me as good an explanation as any.

The real kicker is that Jud could have worked in those fields but never suffered the red neck - he was, as they say, an African American. And had some real stories to tell, I enjoyed his company but lost contact when he left the army.

I think a rough equivalent in the UK is "Yokel" and is usually applied to rural people like myself. Thing is, "Townies" believe that we country people are all somewhat dim, when often the opposite is true. For example, my county of Lincolnshire has some of the best educational exam results in the UK. And what intelligent person wishes to live in a smelly, smoggy city?

Bertison, I think your friend, Jud told you the proper derivation of the term. However, that is not the way it is used today. Perkaps somewhat similar to your "Yokel". It is today mostly meant as a derrogatory term for someone low class and uneducated without proper 'social graces'. It probably means much more than that. I have been called "Redneck" more times than I can count. The strange thing is, usually the people who call you that mean it as an insult. Most of us who get called that consider it a compliment. Pretty much, to me, Hank Williams, Jr song a few years ago, 'A Country Boy can survive' sums it up. For more on the subject. Redneck - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

Hum Gary I thought you were going to say Homer or Popeye LOL!!

Bert well I am a deepest East Sussex yokel myself born at home as were my siblings so that will give you some idea of my hillbilly / redneck / yokel origins.

Our village was named Forest Row and sat right on the edge of the then commuter belt and we were just the serfs really serving the elite who worked in London (about 30 miles away) Forest Row - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia < very different back then in 1960's
Both my grandmothers were from the Midlands - Worcestershire and Derbyshire respectively so I do have Mercian blood flowing in me

Now I am a half caste Aussie and talk a bit funny or so they tell me LOL!!

Essenbe, I think Country Boys (and Gals!) must be roughly the same wherever 'Anglo-Saxons' and others of British Isles origin, wound up or started from. Myself, I am of mainly Celtic origin, my family has been moving East from Wales for the last 6 generations. Now I am about 8 miles from the North Sea coast and do not swim well, so that's the limit for me.

1Cit2lol I was born and brought up in a mining village which, when I was young, lay in the centre of Sherwood Forest. Check out the WIKI link here: Blidworth - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia Growing up there was something else, we were indeed surrounded by farm and forest and used to play as kids in the woods. My brother and I used to trap rabbits, we used to wander the woods with our dogs for miles at night. There was a clearing in the forest, on a small hill, where we would lie and look up at the stars. No light pollution then, fantastic. Nowadays there are signs as you enter Nottinghamshire, "You are entering Sherwood Forest, Robin Hood Country." It's garbage, most of the dense forest we knew is long gone, the remainder is a lot of Pine and Fir.

I left for several reasons, mainly because after the pit closed in 1989 and the place went downhill, I eventually became disabled after a work injury and needed somewhere not so hilly. Blidworth was situated on 3 hills, one of which has the Church and is the second highest in Nottinghamshire. I found this beautiful Lincolnshire village in 2003 after living in nearby Louth and it is everything we needed.

1cit I see you are in NSW. My mate Vic lives in Tamworth, comes over every year. He lived around the corner from me until he was 22, then moved to Oz with his fiancee and married. We were kids together from around 2 years until I joined the army at 19, then while my back was turned he emigrated!

Funny story for you both, about my village when I was a kid:
I was in the church yard with a mate (not Vic), after some chestnuts from a tree that is long gone, when two American tourists were looking at the headstones, many of which have been there for centuries and the names are hardly legible now. Hearing the accents, we spoke to them and found they were from Connecticut. They had read that Will Scarlett was buried there, supposedly one of Robin hood's Merrie men. I am ashamed to say that we directed them to a very ancient stone, with no idea who lay under it. It had probably been moved at least 5 or 6 times over the centuries, but they were happy for us to take their pictures in front of it and they took ours too. They gave us ten shillings each, which for kids in 1953 or 4 was a small fortune. I often wonder how long those photos sat on a Connecticut shelf, I would have loved to have heard the story of how they obtained them! If Will was buried there, it would have been in the 12th or 13th century, any stone would have gone.

Kelly, I would imagine you have some insight to the redneck/Hillbilly discussion.

Hey small world Bert :)my late Mum had 7 brothers all down the mines and my maternal grandfather was a bus driver on those old double deckers. Sounds like your forest was just like Ashdown Forest which you can see was royal hunting ground and the correct name was Royal Ashdown Forest - spent many an hour up there.
Mum actually came from a place called Church Gresley and my other Nan was from a small village which name I cannot remember. She met my grandfather while working as a downstairs maid for the gentry and granddad crafty bugger was a plumber and deliberately not fix the gas problem at the household she worked for so he would be called back LOL!!

Hum but we could goon and on. Your mate lives about four hours drive from me I live in a small town near a large one called Orange in the Central West if you want to Google it - Cudal.

Better go or we will bore the err rednecks LOL!!