The town I grew up in had a Norwegian-Swede divide, which also had an actual geographic component to it. I was a little kid when we moved there, and thought there was no difference until I was corrected by some grownups. I found this hilarious because - to a young outsider - these people could not be distinguished from one another except on Sunday mornings prior to about 1980.* The Anglos, Germans and Dutch considered the lot of them to be “Scandis,” which outraged Swede and Norsky (and probably the Danes) equally.
*In the mid-1970s, the “Swedish” church started to soft-pedal the Gospel and crank up touchy-feely, social issue humanism. Many fled to join the “Norwegian” church. Integration ensued, and now nobody under 65 wants to eat either lutefisk OR lutfisk.
Are there any Swedish bachelor farmers? Garrison Keillor used to talk about Norwegian bachelor farmers of Lake Wobegon.