Clarifyin' & a story excerpt

Stella here... again.

Now don't go thinkin' this is gonna be a regular thing, me writing more'n once a day. But I want't clear up a question that was just asked.

Seems someone wanted t' know (referin' t' my last postin') why they oughta haul themselves out someplace t' hear our friend Pat G TELL stories about us when they c'n just sit back all warm'n cozy an' read th' blog. "Ain't it th' same thing," they asked?

Well, no, deah, it ain't.

Y'see this blog's about what's goin' on in Harvey'n my's lives right now. I mostly write, an' I notice Harvey chimes in now an' again when he thinks I ain't lookin'.
But th' stories Pat G tells is almost all about stuff that happened back a ways... anywhers from 1955 when Harvey an' I run off an' got married up through maybe the 1970's or '80's, mostly.
Pat likes t' say they're about "Life th' way Maine usta be."

She tells stories, me an' Harvey write th' blog.

I went an' asked her an' she said that in the interest o' clearin' up th' confusion it'd be OK if just f'r once I put in a excerpt from one o' her stories.
I'm gonna type it in green, so's y'll know it's her talkin', so t' speak, an' not me 'r Harvey.
This bit's from th' story she calls "Snowplowin' ". Here goes:

"I remember the time Harvey worked on th' road crew one Wintah.
He was catchin' hell from Stella 'cause things were pretty tight in th' money department - well, tighter'n usual - and Christmas was comin' up.
The twins was five or six that year... I forget which, and even though they didn't own a TV set, those girls had their hearts set on two o' them baby dolls that wet their pants and cried real tears.
I can't imagine where they got the idea... maybe some little girls at school.
It's a fact their parents never took 'em shoppin' in stores where they'd see such things. There just wasn't th' money.

So there's Harvey, boat laid up 'cause somethin' was funky with th' motor, an' two little kids lookin' forward t' Santa bringin' 'em dolls he knew he couldn't afford.

...Well, Harvey got wind o' the town needin' men t' work on th' road crew, as it was another o' them years when th' snow started early and looked like it was gonna hang around till Memorial Day. There was drifts piled up clear t' the window sills.
Stella said those drifts made her think o' piles o' diapers - so she didn't look out the windows very often."

Y' c'n see, I hope, from this that she (Pat's) doin' th' tellin', not one o' us. Mostly she writes down stuff she's heard about over th' years. Harvey'n me'd never go on about our lives like that - 'specially him! In fact, it took her (Pat) a heap o' years t' convince us t' let her go ahead an' write some o' this down an' then read it out loud t' folks. What surprises me is that anybody'd care!
Maybe they think it's like some kinda reality TV show like Molly Eldredge an' Jeannie 'n Deb (th' twins) 're always talkin' about. I wouldn't know. Me'n Harvey's never yet gotten around t' ownin' a TV set an' it scares me t' think about what I hear folks're watchin'.

Well, I hope that helps y' see the difference b'tween this blog an' Pat's stories.
"Clear as mud," Harvey'd probably say, but it's th' best I c'n do.
Love,
Stella