There is a great nostalgia on my part for the wonderful and colorful expressions used by my great aunts and uncles while growing up in Maine - maybe these will jog memories of a few others. Bless My Stars and Garters (aka bless my stahs and gahtahs) which I guess denoted astonishment Leanin Toward Sawyers (Sawyahs) smells worse than clams at low tide busier than a cat on a marble floor slower than cold molasses going up a hill in January So- whether we natives pronounce Worcester as Woostah, Gloucester as Glostah, Havehill as Hava-ill- or make sure that all one sylabble words become two (e.g., four becomes fo-ah), celebrate the differences! Ten to one- the expression "Goucester/Manchester by the smell" was originated with the natives- we do have a sense of humor about ourselves! J.