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Can't seem to find the vid now, durnit...
I grew up a few dozen yards west of there, "out in the country" then. "RD #2, Wampum" was the address. Mother was our Drill Instructor and we were specifically taught a flat mid-western English enunciation. If we drifted into "dees, dem an' doze" she would "fix" it. Swiftly.
She liken'd it to talkin' with a mouthful of, mmm, *stuff*. Profane language was discouraged but not nearly as much as was dropping consonants. :wink: