My mom was a Connecticut Yankee. When she moved to Indiana and married my dad, he got a kick out of teaching her to say “open the window” and not “winder” (short “i”). I still managed to pick up a bit of the Easterner from her; my own husband has pointed our that I say “sorta” (with an Eastern drawl) rather than “sort of”. In my opinion, all of our differences make life just a bit more interesting.
Now I have the theme song “Davy, Davy Crocket! King of the wild frontier” stuck in my head. I was pretty little when that first came on TV, but my mom told me I would robustly sing “Baby, baby Crocket!” every time it would come on.
If he can lift his head like that, why didn’t she just drive under it to get through?