I tried to put pronunciations in () so you could get a better idea of the accent.
This story I am about to tell ye, the inspiration comes to me from the Lieutenant Governor of the great state of Georgia, Mr. Zell Miller! That’s right!
I grow’d up at Route 4, Liberty, Mississippi. (Miss-sip-peh) The country seat town was a small town: Volunteer fire department. It was in the middle of the summer, big drought, no water, everybody knew if a building caught on fire (f-ah-re) it ‘as gone. Cause there wasn’t no water, they just couldn’t draw it up fast enough to put out no fire.
One Saturday evenin’ a buildin
The Last Piece of Chicken by heiji-cas-dean, journal
The Last Piece of Chicken
I tried to put pronunciations in () so you could get a better idea of the accent.
If you asked an adult old as I am, what grow’d up in the country; we were taught some manners when were youngin’s. We had manners, I’ll tell you now.
Never ever would you be caught takin’ the last piece a chicken offa the plate…or the last biscuit.
Now you’d sit there and want it some kind of bad; but you know’d better than to take it offa the plate.
I finished supper one evenin, and went over to the Ledbetter house and they ‘s eatin’ supper. An’ they ‘s all sittin’ around the table the