1. Okay, this makes sense to me if that’s Eileen: she and Jason would be eating lunch “together” because they hate each other/are dating/whatever.

  2. “DanV, thank you for the trip down memory lane. My mother absolutely loved that commercial when it was on the air;”


  3. Don’t most kids just eat in front of the screen during “class time”? I know I certainly would.

  4. Andréa – Despite the two windmill shaped restaurants (although one is only a gift shop and bakery for a number of years now) in the greater “Pennsylvania Dutch area” the name is an anglicized version of the German word Deutch for German.

    In addition to the Amish and/or Mennonites that most people think of when they hear the term Pennsylvania Dutch if one goes further away from Lancaster County there are also Lutherans, Church of the Bretheran, Reformed, Moravians, Hutterite, and some other Protestant sects that are not coming to mind. Many of these other sects live extremely modern lives.

    A couple of decades ago we came across an annual Folk festival called Goschenhoppen which is held in August north east of Philadelphia in Montgomery County. The variety of Germans who had come to Pennsylvania had not occurred to us before then. It is one of the more interesting craft/history events we go to (except this year of course) as it purpose is education. Those demonstrating crafts, cooking, etc are allowed to sell, but the focus is not on the selling, but on teaching the old ways. They have an apprenticeship program for children to learn the traditional crafts and cooking. Some of those demonstrating work only at the event – the piece they are working on is put away at the end of the event until the following year. It is done for the community to the point that when speaking people there they are shocked that someone in NY knows about it and bothers to come to it. Before we had the RV we would time out our vacation to leave the Friday of the festival, stop at it on our way, have dinner in Lancaster and then drive down to DC that day.

    It is on the grounds of an 18th century farm and the house has been restored. It is rather different than English colonial houses of the period in how it arranged – apparently in the house kitchens were common for them, as opposed to the English having their kitchen in a separate building or in some cases (particularly among the actual Dutch larger houses ) in the cellar. Main bedroom in on the first level and there will be a very decorative (hand) embroidered white on white “towel” that was embroidered by the lady of the house in anticipation of her marriage. (Entire huge book written about this towels.)

    A street runs through the property (closed off for this event) and the property on the side of the street with the house has 18th century “lifeskills” and crafts with the 19th century ones across the street on the larger section of the property. There is a large seminar stage for talks and music. There is a section on the 19th century side on farming. Each side has a 4 room house with no outer walls so one can see the house – cooking in the kitchens and other activities such as quilting in the 19th c house in the other rooms. Even butchering demonstrations (which I avoid). Of course local food for sale for lunches or to take home – there is something called “funny cake” which we have only found there and at one local supermarket – it sort of like a cake in a pie shell with liquid chocolate below the cakes and swirled into the cake. When one pays their admission one gets a wooden nickel with that year’s theme on it.

    Canceled this year of course.

  5. According to Robert (from a 2nd generation Italian parents with grandparents living in the same house and around the corner – Fazoli is pronounced Fa zool.

    Gee I wonder if the two of us could have a Zoom lunch – one of us in the dining room and the other in the kitchen? It would involving figuring out where to store the excess emergency canned and packaged goods that currently take up all of the dining room table plus.

  6. “Andréa – Despite the two windmill shaped restaurants (although one is only a gift shop and bakery for a number of years now) in the greater “Pennsylvania Dutch area” the name is an anglicized version of the German word Deutch for German.”

    Yes, I know that; that’s why I mentioned it. I have a personal resentment for having anything German being ‘misteaken’ for Dutch, and vice versa.

  7. “In addition to the Amish and/or Mennonites that most people think of when they hear the term Pennsylvania Dutch if one goes further away from Lancaster County . . . ”

    As a side note and seemingly little-known fact, the Amish are the largest owners of puppy mills.

  8. To be fair, the separation between the Dutch and Deutsch is arbitrary. They all descend from proto-Germanic speakers from neighboring regions of Europe. The language spoken in the Netherlands is no more different from the modern “high German” than modern “low German” is, really. The difference ends up being historical/political, as the various regions were ruled by different polities and encouraged to think of each other as foreign.

  9. “The language spoken in the Netherlands is no more different from the modern “high German” than modern “low German” is, really.”


    My first language is Dutch (not the Queen’s [now, King’s] Dutch, but ‘city’ Dutch [Amsterdam]), and I can’t say I understand German, either ‘low’ or ‘high’.

  10. I’m not quite sure what kind of “proof” you mean, Andréa. It is not in dispute that Dutch is much closer to “low” German than it (or its close sister languages like West Frisian) is to other Germanic languages like English or Icelandic. You could see the language tree about 3/4 of the way down in this article: https://www.britannica.com/topic/Germanic-languages/Vowels

    You can’t understand German, any dialect, sure. But a speaker of only, say, High Franconian would also find Standard German unintelligible. (There are almost none, or none, left in 2020, because the standard language is dominant, just as there are few sole-speakers of the various Italian dialects outside of very rural areas.) I’m not saying a modern Nederlander can talk to a Berliner without translating in 2020, I’m saying that there was originally a language continuum all the way from the North Sea to the Rhine, and the division between “Dutch” and “Deutsch” peoples and languages falls where it does for contingent historical reasons, not because of separate origin.

  11. I tend to agree with Carl Fink that the respective separations between “standard” German, Dutch, and (for instance) the “friesische” dialects (in northwestern German) are probably of (approximately) the same order of magnitude, but it is important to note that this magnitude is (for non-linguists) fairly extreme. For obvious reasons, schools only teach standard (“high”) German, but if you use that when speaking to a rural farmer in “Ostfriesland” (or Bavaria, for that matter), you probably won’t understand very much at all.

  12. Andrea, I don’t know if it’s misophonia with me; I just happen to know some particularly loud, lip-smacking, slobbery-sounding eaters and it grosses me out. The worst was when I could hear my MIL eating a slice of cake–cake!–when she was at least six feet away from me. Cake is soft, you shouldn’t make noise when you eat it! And no, my hearing isn’t overly-sensitive; she was just that loud. (For what it’s worth, I’m also grossed out by super-messy eating, such as those “cute” pictures of babies covered in spaghetti.)

    Woozy, yup, that was mom’s favorite commercial. Weird, I know.

  13. ‘Misophonia is a disorder in which certain sounds trigger emotional or physiological responses that some might perceive as unreasonable given the circumstance. Those who have misophonia might describe it as when a sound “drives you crazy.” Their reactions can range from anger and annoyance to panic and the need to flee.’

    For loud noises, such as a sneeze, a lawnmower/leaf blower/airplane/fireworks, I can feel an adrenaline rush, a ‘fight or flight’ response, heart pounding. For noise of non-messy eaters, crunching of potato chips, I just get EXTREMELY annoyed, even angry. Now that we know what the issue is, I’m no longer considered just a PITA, and I try to control my response.

    Two effects of fibromyalgia are heightened hearing and smelling abilities. The hearing aspect is good for bird watching/listening [trying to look on the bright side of FMS].

  14. ‘ (For what it’s worth, I’m also grossed out by super-messy eating, such as those “cute” pictures of babies covered in spaghetti.)’

    I’m with you there, but then, ANY “cute” picture of “cute” babies grosses me out, to a certain degree. I’d rather see dog-p**ping pictures (I mean, if I HAD to choose).

  15. AFAIK, knowing some german and some old English helps with learning dutch. Flemish people do understand dutch (that’s what’s taught in schools), but they really speak dialects, with variations from town to town, to the point they can’t understand each other, sometimes.

  16. I’ve had a few “social” lunch meetings since the pandemic, and I felt very uncomfortable seeing this large picture of me chewing, gulping, etc. . . on the screen. Sometimes I duck off to the side to eat, which I know probably looks even weirder.

  17. @Andréa: The plural of anecdote is not data, but my wife grew up in southern Lower Saxony and understood the local Plattdeutsch and could speak some. When her sister lived in the Netherlands and she visited, she was able to have some idea of what the locals were saying and make herself understood. Later, she learned Dutch and can no longer speak any Platt (though she can still understand it). On the difficulty scale it probably falls somewhere between an Italian and a Spaniard trying to communicate only in their native tongues and an American trying to communicate with someone who speaks only Lowland Scots. For me, with my English and German, I can make my way laboriously through written Dutch, but listening to it is like hearing a conversation in another room. The rhythms are right and you can make out a word here and there, but can’t really understand what’s being said,

    You probably haven’t heard much Platt, and what you’ve heard is most likely the formal Platt they use in the media and to teach Platt in schools. I bet if you ran into someone speaking a Westphalian Platt or Lower Rhineland Platt, you’d pick it up pretty quickly. Not that that’s likely to happen, since mass communication has pretty much put an end to actual dialects (except in rare cases like Bavarian) and reduced things to local accents like in America.

  18. From fiction:

    Rick smiled. “The trouble with Dutch is that it seems as though I should be able to understand it.”
    “I’m sure you could learn it very quickly,” the Dutchman said politely. “You probably find that the spelling looks difficult, but when you hear the words they sound much like English.”
    “That’s true,” Rick agreed.
    “Actually, Dutch and English are very close. They both originated with the ancient Low German. In your case, it merged into the old Anglo-Saxon, then blended with many words from the Romance languages. Ours still resembles the original more closely, but many words have the same roots, and even the same meaning.”

  19. “certain sounds trigger emotional or physiological responses”

    Like the sound of fingernails on a blackboard for instance?

  20. Shortly after my first year in Germany, I happened to be in an obscure shop somewhere in the Pacific Northwest, and picked up an interesting looking volume. The contents were very puzzling: I couldn’t “read” it, but by skipping along and freely associating cognates from English and my newly learned German, I discovered that I could understand perhaps 75% of the text. I had no idea whether it was a serious book or just some sort of linguistic parody, but when I asked the owner, I discovered that the whole store was devoted to specialities from the Netherlands (which I might have guessed, given that the building had a windmill on the corner), and the book was in standard Dutch.
    P.S. At a previous job, I had two older colleagues who spoke extremely strong “Ostfriesisch” Platt. I could understand either one of them alone (they could speak fairly normal, although heavily accented standard German), but when the two of them were together, the result was utterly unintelligible.
    P.P.S. Way down in southern Bavaria, I observed on several occasions that shopkeepers would make an effort to standardize their German for me (since they could hear that I was a “furriner”), but they made no allowances for my northern German compatriots: they were treated with standard Bavarian, whether they liked it or not.

  21. “. . ., I happened to be in an obscure shop somewhere in the Pacific Northwest,”

    Wouldn’t it be funny if that was the same shop – on Vancouver Island – that my first Hubby and I wandered into in 1972 . . . but I knew IMMEDIATELY that it was a shop selling Dutch merchandise (probably from the foods available; I remember we bought a LOT of if to bring home to WI, but I think we ate it all before we got there . . . we were on a month-long ‘tour’ of the US).

    It may have been this one . . . https://shop.iloveoma.com/ . . . altho I can’t imagine that 48 years later, the same shop would STILL be there.

  22. @ Andréa – The BC shop is not the right one, it was in the US, not Canada, and we did talk about this before, but that was direct (via e-mail), not in a CIDU thread. Back then you found a likely candidate (for the building, at least) at 618 Front St., in Lynden, WA. I have no idea whether the shop still exists in that building.

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