Norwegian was still spoken on the streets when I was growing up and if I spend much time at home I start speaking English that sounds like I just got off the boat.
There was a great deal of pride in our heritage there and a lot of humor about "dumb Norwegians" as well.
I think that the fact that my people were immigrants had a great deal to do with the way I was raised. It was pretty insular. There was suspicion of anyone who was different and a certain amount of self-deprecation about.
I truly grieve the loss people are experiencing of familiarity of their cultural heritage due to politically correct pressure.
And I see northern Europeans being most reticent to express their cultural inclinations in the same way that many of our Hispanic neighbors are here. They take a great deal of joy in their culture and share it willingly with others.
It's almost as though we have developed a secret sense of shame about our background or a fear of trying to look superior if we emphasize it.
And I do recognize the implied irony in that statement. I just don't know how else to express it but just say it!