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    Good Old Days Magazine

    Lutefisk!

    Aug 02, 2022 3 minutes
    By Doug Sletten

    ne of the things I remember most about my dad is that he was a Norwegian through and through. There was a lot of Scandinavian blood where I grew up in central North Dakota in the 1950s. My dad was the first generation of his family born in the United States. Both his mother and father were first-generation immigrants from Norway, and he grew up eating

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