Yesterday we went antiquing -- today we drove to the farm. As we were driving through the countryside and looking at all the snow-covered fields, our granddaughter asked me if grandpa had been 100% Norwegian and if so what percent was she. All four of my husband's grandparents were born in Norway and immigrated to Illinois in the mid to late 1880's and were married here. Correctly, she figured out that she is 25% Norwegian and to help her get the feel of what that means, I took her to the town of Norway right here in IL. The epicenter of this very small town is the Norway Store -- the local grocery, gas station, restaurant and gift shop all combined in one very old wooden building. It opened in 1848 and has been family owned ever since. We have been buying specialty items there for years but she had never been there so today was the day.
Once inside, we figured what the heck, we might as well eat! Seemed like a good idea to both of us so before looking around at all the unique Norwegian themed items, time for lunch!
Mens and Ladies room doors -- ya gotta love their sense of humor!
The stave ornamentation on the roof of the building -- Ole standing guard in the liquor department and our own little Norwegian! Uff da!