As a child I used to take a toe sack or was it a tow sack to town for groceries that weren't too heavy and were needed before supper time. Paper pokes rarely lasted till I got home, especially in hissing rain.
A friend years ago always firmly called my milk shake a Frappee, and it could have been made with cold coffee, but she insisted it could also be ice cream beat up with carbonated water.
Not too far away was "Pert near".
Many years ago I had a boy friend from NH, who hinted strongly that the best way for a girl to land a husband was to learn to cook brown bread and baked beans, which were not to my taste.
Anyone who grew up in WV should remember, or know, Ramps.
WV even has a festival for them, like CA's Gilroy Garlic Festival.
Both stink to high heaven.
A CRICk the other hand, can have low water bubbling over pebbles, or deep holes and mean crawdads and copperheads on the banks. A CRICK has an attitude problem that the well mannered Creek does not.