We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
I came out as New York City/Yonkers/Jersey City. Odd, because I grew up in western Massachusetts. I think the test is approximately accurate, though. My parents were immigrant kids from Queens, and I have been in NYC for a few years now.
It did a good job of pegging where I grew up. I threw it some curves because I've picked up pronunciations and words from the places around the country I have lived. for example. I say rotary which I learned while living in New Hampshire and working in Boston.
I grew up in Portland OR. My mom in Salem OR. My dad in Oklahoma. He came west when he was around 17 and worked in the shipyards in California and Oregon. I called carbonated drinks Pop and pronounced the word Wash (Waash) as Warsh. After moving to California Pop became Soda and Wash became Waash. Of course these pronunciation changes were preceded by some teasing by friends.
"You'uns" is a term I heard often in a story from Delhi, LA as a child. In the 1920's, poor neighbors next to my grandfather's farm would often send one of their many children to "borrow" things that were never repaid. One day they sent an older girl, obviously embarrassed to be there, to get sugar. As she was leaving, she told my aunts, who were her age: "Momma says when the dewberries get ripe, you'uns can kiss our asses.". For almost a century, when we don't hear from a family member for a while, someone will invariably say: "The dewberries must be ripe and you'uns can kiss our asses.".
Weird. I came out as being from Rochester, NY (a city I have never even been near). But I did spend two years in Ithaca, and I was originally from Quebec, and grew up in Bermuda and the UK, so perhaps Rochester is a hotbed of Britoid wannabes. Who knew? Also, I was in Glasgow a couple of months ago and discovered that "youse" is standard Glasgow dialect.
It's been a while since I've heard an Okie say warsh or Warshington. I don't know why that is. I don't know if it's just an old timer thing or if I just don't get outside of town as often. It makes me think of my grandma.
I suspect it's Arkansas or Missouri spilling across the border.
Having been born west of the Mississippi and moved around in the service with occasional trips easterly, I've picked up a lot of usages and words, and those don't always fit the test's algorythm. It says I could be from most anywhere west of Ohio.