Well day-yum, flyin', that was a purdy lil piece-a writin' y'all did, hun!
Yay-sss, dah-lin', Grandma-ma took the New England lock jaw accent, think Thurston Howell the Third, and jazzed (pronounced J-eye-zzed) it up so that it sounded day- im (not day-um) say-ix-ee. Thy-att hay-undsim wummin (short U short I ) had some moxie (mawksie). I met several people from deep Appalachia, Northeast Georgia who sounded like they just got off the boat from England. Nooooooo kiddin'.
I drop the g's off of words endin' in ING, a lot. And lemme done tell you somethin', my university educated mother made us used to done pay 'er fuh ever' po use of grammar. I lost a few nickels trying to beat the double negative habit. (We moved from Mobile to Southeast Louisiana bayou country when I was nearly 7. I garen damn tee ya, dey have a charmin' accent don there, yeah. Talk about coo(L). Now, git out the car ritet nahw. Or madddd, ooooooo talk about angrieeee. Y'all don gone make me sooooo mad and I'll hit you so hard you gon' git a boe boe.Yeah and when you do, you gon' say ooooo eye yie yie yie yie yie yie!)