When I was fourteen, just before entering the ninth grade, my grandma Pearl passed away. She was full blooded Norwegian and had the clothes to prove it. My mother ended up inheriting all her clothes as she was the only daughter. So, that meant we had plenty of traditional Norwegian garb floating around the house. Well, what do three bored teenagers do with such stuff? Let me tell you:
We (my older sister Sarah, cousin Kristina, and myself) decided one beautiful day the following spring to dress in those clothes and see if we could convince people that we were exchange students.
Our plan was flawed from the start as people from Scandinavia in 1994 did not dress in the costume-ish clothing that we donned. I mean, have you seen a native German walking around in lederhosen? NNNNo.
Well, to finish off the costumes we gave ourselves ridiculous hairdos and hopped on our bikes and headed for Wal-Mart. While in Wal-Mart we said a few “yahhs” and spoke no English whatsoever. It actually convinced people. Apparently it is not too tough to fake the accent. That, or Wal-Mart employees are bored and eager to be entertained. After buying something…probably flannels from the men’s department at 4.97 a pop, we pedaled back to Kristina’s house. I wonder where those outfits are now?
I actually wrote this entry awhile ago, in hopes that I could attatch to it the picture of the three of us in our stupid outfits, but that has proven to be more difficult than I had hoped. Sorry folks. Maybe at a later time I can re-acquire embarrassing photos of myself. Until then, here is a picture I found while googling Norwegian: