I read an article a few years ago in The New Yorker about a guy who coached Hollywood actors on dialects. The guy, Tim Monich, had been studying and recording accents for years. He had such a good ear for accents that he could distinguish between someone from, say, Raleigh and someone from Durham, North Carolina. Anyway, it was a fascinating article - November, 9, 2009 issue.
I grew up in the South, but my folks were from the Midwest, so I'm bi-lingual. I gotta tell, though, there are regions in the south still where I really have to listen to understand what people are saying. My wife is from California. When she first came to the south, I had to translate for her. I think she assumed everybody down here was going to sound like Scarlet O'Hara and Rhett Butler. (I'm not sure, but I think Vivien Leigh was British. She got a little closer with Blanche Dubois than she did with Scarlet, in my humble opinion.)
Anyway, my wife swears she doesn't have an accent. "I'm from California. I don't have an accent." Says she. "P'Tooey," says I, "I can spot a California accent a mile away." She, her mother, and her sister all sound alike. And to me they sound like Grace Slick:
One pill makes you larger
And one pill makes you small
And the ones that mother gives you
Don't do anything at all
Go ask Alice
When she's ten feet tall
They sort of round their vowels in small, at all, and tall.
Ah well, at least they don't call a Coca-Cola a Pop.

