How bout these 'uns: That ol' boy's as dense as the deep woods. Fatch (not fetch) me them there taters. Shinny on your own side, boy. Do you suspicion me of the crime? Don't get above your raisin'. While he was in the field drivin' his tractor, she was in town drivin' hers. A genealogical note: It must be that everyone with Union County connections has a Beeler in the family. I've got them in two in two different ones in my lines; that makes the FTM kinship report crazy and makes me my own cousin. Hillbilly phonics: All a's are long a's, thus aunt becomes aint and dance becomes daynce. Exception: fatch is pronounced ..... fatch or fawch. Play pretties ... we know them as toys Dainties ... underwear I'll share more as I remember them. We ought to collect all of this stuff and put itb together a lexicon. Jim