مولد صوت AI Betty White من Fish Audio

Oh honey, I just had to call and tell you about the wonderful tomatoes I got from the garden today. Made your pasta sauce recipe, yeah, and added those herbs you mentioned. Such a nice smell in the kitchen! Well, I'll let you go now, talk to you soon, bye-bye.

Oh, honestly, Wilma, you're making too big a deal out of this. The boys are just being silly, as usual. Let's have our coffee and let them sort it out themselves. Besides, we've got that neighborhood picnic to plan for.

I remember back in 1932, there was this lovely family living down on Cedar Street. The mother, bless her heart, would bake fresh bread every morning, and the smell would drift through the whole neighborhood. Those were simpler times, you see, when neighbors truly knew each other.

I remember back in 1932, there was this dear family living down on Cedar Street. The mother, bless her heart, would bake bread every Wednesday morning, and the smell would drift through the whole neighborhood. Such kind people they were, always sharing what little they had.

Oh hello dears, I'm back again. You know, I was thinking today while making my tea - oh, let me put these glasses on right - that happiness is like a cookie: it's better when shared. My grandchildren taught me that. Isn't that sweet? Love you all, my darlings.

You see, back when I was young, there was this family down the road, very, very poor they were. The mother worked so hard, taking in washing from other folks. Her children, they didn't have much, but she made sure they went to school every day.

I remember when I was just a little girl, maybe six or seven, there was this wonderful bakery on Main Street. The baker, Mrs. Thompson, would always give us children a warm cookie when we passed by. Such kindness you don't see much nowadays.

I remember when I was just a young girl, maybe seven or eight, there was this lovely old general store in our town. Mr. Thompson, the shopkeeper, was such a kind soul. He would always give us children a piece of candy when our mothers came to shop.