This is the way I grew up! All my childhood I heard about
"Yankee this" and "Yankee that;" "Save your Confederate money,
boys, the South will rise again;" we couldn't have or do certain
things because it was "Yankee stuff." My father told me the
South won the war (didn't have to ask which war; I just _knew_).
I got quite testy with my third grade teacher when she tried to
insist the North had won.
Imagine my horror when I found out that my father's father was
from upstate NY. My legendary paternal grandmother, daughter of
a Confederate colonel, archetypal Southern belle, had married a
Yankee! Or, as she introduced him to her parents, "a gentleman
from the North."
The shame of Yankee blood coursing through my veins forced me to
move to AZ ;) You'll be happy to know I've pretty much gotten
over it, though I still find it hard to believe that people serve
potatoes instead of rice with their Thanksgiving and Christmas