Mom's has barely changed at all - it's still so faint you can hardly hear it even if you know what you're listening for. But my Uncle Al's is so strong, I just can't help it.
The long vowels. The lilting rhythm. The phrasing. The not-so-silent 'i's that sneak in to hang around the 'a's and 'o's and 'u's. The clipped words.
The sayings...
"That hill's so steep a steer goin' down it would crap on his own horns" was today's favourite.
Boy, it sure is some good to be here, eh?
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