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  •  I've heard many stories of Brooklyn, (8+ / 0-)

    although my grandparents moved to Rockland County.  Louis and Alice, Edgar and Alice built houses next door to each other and remained best friends for life.

    Nana told me about driving into Brooklyn to get a marzipan frosted confirmation cake in a snowstorm that was so bad she had to crank her windshield open in order to see the road.

    Of course, even in Rockland, their neighborhood was Norwegian.  The women got together for a knitting club/gossip circle and often, when Nana was babysitting and the adults didn't want the kids to know what they were talking about, they talked in Norwegian.  That's how I learned Norwegian, as a small child.

    I got outed when one of the ladies made a joke in Norwegian about "the last thing that dies on a man."  I laughed, and looked up to see all the women staring at me.

    After that, they spelled in Norwegian.  I was screwed.

    "I speak the truth, not as much as I would, but as much as I dare, and I dare a little the more, as I grow older." --Montaigne

    by DrLori on Fri May 24, 2013 at 03:00:12 PM PDT

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