Perhaps it’s the Scotch-Irish mountain streak in me but I love adding “ed” to words.It doesn’t bother me to say “knowed,” “borned,” “growed,” “ blowed,” “drowned,” “tored,” when I’m amongst my people. And when someone else from the mountains says, “see’ed,” “sawed” or “tolded,” my senses are not offended in the least. It sounds like a language that belongs solely to us.