text_original: I remember once bringing back from the Cross Roads a crumpled newspaper, which my father read again and again, and then folded up and put in his pocket. He said nothing to me of these things. But the next time I went to the Cross Roads, the woman asked me:   "Is your Pa for the Congress?" "What's that?" said I.
text_transcription: I REMEMBER ONCE BRINGING BACK FROM THE CROSS ROADS A CRUMPLED NEWSPAPER WHICH MY FATHER READ AGAIN AND AGAIN AND THEN FOLDED UP AND PUT IN HIS POCKET HE SAID NOTHING TO ME OF THESE THINGS BUT THE NEXT TIME I WENT TO THE CROSS ROADS THE WOMAN ASKED ME IS YOUR PA FOR THE CONGRESS WHAT'S THAT SAID I
phonemes: aɪ ɹᵻmˈɛmbɚ wˈʌns bɹˈɪŋɪŋ bˈæk fɹʌmðə kɹˈɔs ɹˈoʊdz ɐ kɹˈʌmpəld nˈuːzpeɪpɚ, wˌɪtʃ maɪ fˈɑːðɚ ɹˈiːd ɐɡˈɛn ænd ɐɡˈɛn, ænd ðˈɛn fˈoʊldᵻd ˌʌp ænd pˌʊt ɪn hɪz pˈɑːkɪt. hiː sˈɛd nˈʌθɪŋ tə mˌiː ʌv ðiːz θˈɪŋz. bˌʌt ðə nˈɛkst tˈaɪm aɪ wɛnt tə ðə kɹˈɔs ɹˈoʊdz, ðə wˈʊmən ˈæskt mˌiː:   "ɪz jʊɹ pˈɑː fɚðə kˈɑːŋɡɹəs?" "wˌʌts ðˈæt?" sˈɛd ˈaɪ.