Shoot we were all Lutheran which is about as bland as you can get but my dad’s side were full-blooded Danes and went to the Norwegian Lutheran Church in town (as close as they could get to Denmark, I guess) while my mom’s folks went to the German Lutheran Church out in the country.
My Danish paternal great-grandfather brought my grandpa and the rest of his family over but he was a constable and was killed on duty in the tiny little North Dakota town of Westhope.
My mom’s folks were immigrants before WWI and shed nearly all traces of their German heritage as the war approached, as you can well imagine.
We had Catholics in our little town but not many-—I mean you could count them on your hands and feet-—and they became doubly dubious after 1960 when the whole town (the Lutheran Republicans counted the ballots, after all) knew they had voted en masse for Kennedy.
Thanks for your posts tonight.
My Danish grand father(central Wyoming c.1928) was excused from the dinner table by my grandmom when he described a local business man as "tighter than a fart in a pair of leather pants"
My grandfather was a Lutheran pastor and my mom and dad met at a church function. In our house I never heard my parents swear or use “bad language”. I was watching a soap opera with my mom when I was a teenager and I heard her refer to one of the characters as a “bitchy witch”. I was shocked, shocked! Still remember it, obviously.