I’m from central Illinois, and it was always “crick.” I still say it that way. Lick Creek ran just outside of town, so it was Lick Crick. The one that I’ve managed to lose to avoid sounding like a hick was “worsh.” My grandma would always talk about her new worsher and dryer.
They’s a good fishin’ lake in upper East Tennessee called Dale Holler (Hollow)...