lets see...drit means shit, oof-dah =oh damn, oof-dah may = well god damn...that's about all the old drunken norwegian i can remember...i miss lefse, the old lady across the road and i had a deal, i would rake her lawn, and shovel her sidewalk, and she'd keep me supplied with fresh lefse...which is potato flour crepes...may not sound that good, but when they're nice and warm, with a little butter and cinnamon sugar...
and Barnesville was the county seat...so we had the fair every summer, 4 blocks from my house.
when i got old enough i started working for them when they came to town, helped them set up, and tear down, and ran a game a couple of years...i was one of the few kids i know who would come home from the fair with more money than i went with