My mother died some years ago but she spent her childhood in Missouri. Though her dialect was western her speech was peppered with Missouri phrases: you “stulpnagle”, “he’s barkin’ up the wrong tree”, “like the pot callin’ the kettle black”, “first your money, then your clothes, then it rains, then it snows – life’s the drizzling sh++s.”
rain on a tin roof
“I can’t hardly hear myself think”
my Missouri born mother would say
Br. ‘Chuck‘ Wilcox BA, MA, UMd.Zen-Dudeist Whisperer
Bus Bench Specialist