#mainerisms

[halleehalfgallon]

grandpa takes the pitchfork out of my hand and starts to dig. he keeps hooking potatoes with the prongs. he picks one up. “I butchered it.” he looks it over, and then throws it behind him. “that one’s history.”

his wife says loudly from the edge of the garden, “y’know, I tend to use a shovel to turn them over, and that way you don’t take big hunks out of each one.”

he continues to claw through the dirt. “well… we all have our own methods.” he gets further and further down the row, gouging holes in some and leaving the rest in a trail behind him for me to collect. after a minute or two he slows down a bit, and in a low voice utters “I’m gettin’ bored of this project.”

[patronsaint-prometheus]

Had someone from away recently tell someone I know that Mainers respond to “how are you?” Weirdly.

She’s from Arizona and claimed that this was ONLY in maine. Not the rest of New England. She spent the whole day trying to replicate the native Mainers responses. Her repeating “goodennyou? Goodnnyew?” To herself over and over again was met with great confusion and amusement.