My grandmother Leona, or Nonie to many people, was the best at remembering everything each of her grandsons ever said. She would always call them Kenny or Ronnie’s sayins. For her they were non stop.

I often wondered if everyone else enjoyed hearing them as much as she liked telling them.

When I was about 3 years old, one day I ran in the house (by the way I didn’t always talk all that plain) hollering “Mawmaw come out here. Now Me knows how em does it”. I had just seen a chicken lay an egg out in the yard.

Of course she could sound it out as if it were me talking. I sure miss that ole gal and all the sayins she remembered so fondly.

One other time I posted this and Nonie’s niece Alene, put this in the comments.