Ahhh, Norway, the land of lutefisk and lefse. Being in northern Wisconsin and right next to Minnesota (think the Minnesota Vikings) I have met many of Norwegian ancestry, but no one born there. However when they have that huge international ski race in the area, there are many here from Norway
So many Norwegians up in this area, might account for my friends who pronounce words differently. Even house (think the man who tells the story when you watch The Waltons. they pronounce it so it almost sounds like moose.
Then there are local words for things. When I lived in Illinois, and you went to the park, got some water from the drinking fountain. But my relatives in Milwaukee all got theirs from "the bubbler". And I drank soda. But others always drank pop. And in some areas of the country, it makes no difference WHAT you are drinking, it is all "coke".
When I went to England, I was very happy I was such a big fan of Agatha Christie, because it helped with certain items. i.e. To us, they are cookies....there they are biscuits. We take the elevator, they take the lift. We use an umbrella in the rain, they use a bumbershoot. We wear a sweater, they wear a jumper. We may look under the hood of a car, but they look under the bonnet.
Back to English language, we wave good-bye, and watch the ocean wave come crashing into shore. We plant a seed, but cede the land to others. We can bar folks from drinking at a bar, but sometimes a bar across the door is the only way to keep out the riffraff.