Native Places: “Pretty as a new-laid egg”

“Pretty as a new-laid egg” Mrs. Ladu, my fifth-grade teacher, was a fierce guardian of the English language. A single “ain’t” evoked her wrath. Since then I’ve tried to keep the faith. But at lunch in the mountains of East Tennessee recently, the cook came over to ask, “Was you-uns up at church?” She had … Continue reading Native Places: “Pretty as a new-laid egg”