<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8603547390669199294</id><updated>2026-08-30T12:50:47.266-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ozarks Almanac</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ozarksalmanac.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8603547390669199294/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ozarksalmanac.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ozarks Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10793057553775686432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKIZ-DLqzofV_T_9qacz62zHgIe48GfzAsVsKNQjrW11akJldifafiv8k98y9GxPlorqVbWqi5SicVYcfF8tS41wVz10rCXV8_aZdCk7Z7UQb9x_46hlsllW2wXpnrdw/s220/sophie.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8603547390669199294.post-3667864007970438768</id><published>2026-04-08T12:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2026-04-08T12:00:00.109-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankee, thankee muchly for reading this Ozarks language memory</title><summary type="text">Some time ago, I got to thinking about the way I talked when I was a kid, and that led me to thinking about how other people talked. Then I got interested in looking into the formation of language and adding to the traditional American vocabulary.That line of thinking of started when I remembered my childhood buddy, Steve. Years ago when I was a little kid, we lived in a village in one of the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ozarksalmanac.blogspot.com/feeds/3667864007970438768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8603547390669199294/3667864007970438768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8603547390669199294/posts/default/3667864007970438768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8603547390669199294/posts/default/3667864007970438768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ozarksalmanac.blogspot.com/2025/12/thankee-thankee-muchly-for-reading-this.html' title='Thankee, thankee muchly for reading this Ozarks language memory'/><author><name>Ozarks Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10793057553775686432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKIZ-DLqzofV_T_9qacz62zHgIe48GfzAsVsKNQjrW11akJldifafiv8k98y9GxPlorqVbWqi5SicVYcfF8tS41wVz10rCXV8_aZdCk7Z7UQb9x_46hlsllW2wXpnrdw/s220/sophie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>