Accents

When coming home from Aldie, my family adopts the deep Southern accent of a Tennessee dairy farmer. Hound show season drives us to speak like the British foxhound huntsman. At other times, we speak like Eastern Europeans after so frequently listening to Nana’s Lithuanian housekeepers. Aunt Karen, B, and Aunt Ali despised that accent after a few months of it. So we changed again, this time picking up the “Abby Voice,” from cousin Abby. It’s moved beyond just a voice, it’s an entire personality now. Even her mother inadvertently starts in on it when she overhears us. It’s very contagious.