[Van Hagar]

Corn on the cob out my way was pronounced ‘roast neers.’ I did figure out it meant ‘roasting ears’ quicker than I figured out ‘arsh taters.’ Also, to this day I love, love, love soup beans, and I refuse to call them pinto beans, even when I find the occasional restaurant, like Cracker Barrel, that serves them.

Here’s one more country story that used to blow my kids mind. My Clay Co. grade school was pretty rural, even for there. We did not have city water there, everything was well water. The pump would go out on a pretty regular basis. So what did we do with no water? We used the spacious outhouses that probably held 10-20 kids at one time that were on school grounds, and really not that far from the school. No walls or anything inside, just plenty of spots to do your business. My kids can’t wrap their heads around it, but it was just back in the 70s.