“Ey remembuurr one wintuurr…the snow done reached up ta my belly.”
“How awful old was ya, Zeke, when thay ...err snow tikled y'all's tummy?”
“Why, Luke, ay was…seven…ten. Thereabouts.”
“So, what year would that there been, Zeke?”
“That’s ayy headscratchuurr. I’m seventy-six, so ay suppose ay should subtract the cawrec numbuurr ov years.”
“How many years would that there be, Zeke?”
“Depend on whethuurr ay were seven aw ten that there year.”
’’By craky, ay think you’re right, Zeke. That there would make ayy difference.”
“Darn tooting, Luke. Ov course, ay could’ve been eaheet.”
“Owr maybe nine?”
“Anothuurr headscratcher, Luke.”
“How awful old was ya, Zeke, when thay ...err snow tikled y'all's tummy?”
“Why, Luke, ay was…seven…ten. Thereabouts.”
“So, what year would that there been, Zeke?”
“That’s ayy headscratchuurr. I’m seventy-six, so ay suppose ay should subtract the cawrec numbuurr ov years.”
“How many years would that there be, Zeke?”
“Depend on whethuurr ay were seven aw ten that there year.”
’’By craky, ay think you’re right, Zeke. That there would make ayy difference.”
“Darn tooting, Luke. Ov course, ay could’ve been eaheet.”
“Owr maybe nine?”
“Anothuurr headscratcher, Luke.”
