Dinner is when you have supper for lunch.
On Sundays we used to have Sunday dinner after church and in the evening just have sandwiches.
Of course I grew up out east so what would I know?
What are your favorite "Iowa" sayings...
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On Sundays we used to have Sunday dinner after church and in the evening just have sandwiches.
Of course I grew up out east so what would I know?
I have never understood that song/saying. My thoughts are, it's heaven, of course there is beer.In heaven there is no beer
You know the etiquette is, you only wave at somebody once in a day. So if you meet them again, and you've already waved at them that day, you don't wave again.
Dinner is the big meal of the day. Ont he farm, dinner was big because you worked all day long. Supper was just a little snack before bed. There is no lunch.
Sack. (Everywhere else, it's a bag - I won't get into what a sack really is)
Pop. (Already brought up, where I came from it's soda.)
Crick. (You mean a creek?)
Pridner. (A bastardization of pretty near.)
And it seems to me that an awful lot of Iowans end sentences with "....and stuff". My father-in-law is a big fan of this.
Pop. (Already brought up, where I came from it's soda.)
Crick. (You mean a creek?)
Pridner. (A bastardization of pretty near.)
And it seems to me that an awful lot of Iowans end sentences with "....and stuff". My father-in-law is a big fan of this.
Big 'ol
Full up - A friend was trying to rent a hotel during RAGBRAI and the reservation person would say , No, we're all full up"
Full up - A friend was trying to rent a hotel during RAGBRAI and the reservation person would say , No, we're all full up"
"Wrestle for it"?
"Wanna wrestle"? (I use this one with the Mrs)
"Wanna wrestle"? (I use this one with the Mrs)
My favorite is when your talking about a farm and it's nicknamed donnies 40 or the old Jensen place - the guy it's named after died 30 years ago
Heck ya, the best fishing growing up was at Zikes place.
Zike was the guy who owned it 3 landowners ago.
Yeah, I don't think that Scotcharoos made it across the Missouri River. I've been doing everything I can to introduce them to the Pacific Northwest.
Growing up on a farm, we always got up around 5:00 and ate breakfast, milked the cows, did chores, came in (or Mom brought it out) and ate lunch around 9:00, went out and did whatever project we had going on (repairs, bean walking, building, etc.), came in and ate dinner at noon, and worked, ate supper around 6:00 milked either before or after supper, got the eggs, warshed them, and came in for a shower and bed. On early nights, we'd take a few ears of popcorn off the drying rods and pop some corn.
