[flashback:]
Rose: So, when was it you visited St. Olaf?
Anna: Oh, Lord, it must be 50 years ago now. I went to a wedding. A distant cousin of mine married a local St.
Olaf girl.
Rose: What was the girl's name?
Anna: Sonja Yongen-
Rose: Yongenfrauliksteinerbrau?
Anna: You know her?
Rose: Know her? I was flower girl at the wedding. Well, of course, there were no flowers that year because of what happened to Old Man Smith. He was our town florist. He was also our town's only blacksmith. Come to think of it, he was our town's only black man. Anyway, when he first moved in, the town council decided to give him a traditional Scandinavian welcome gathering on his front lawn and singing songs and dressing up in bedsheets. 'Course, coming from Chattanooga, he wasn't familiar with the custom. He had a heart attack. He spent most of the summer in intensive care. After that, when somebody moved in, the town council just handed out peanut brittle and free passes to the local movie house, which they hoped to build someday. Are you all right? You seem upset.
Anna: I was just thinking I'm sorry I recently got a hearing aid.
Rose: Don't worry. It hardly shows at all. Anyway, at Sonja's wedding, of course without flowers they didn't know what to do... and discovered she was actually on the hayride with Little Lars, not Big Lars. She yelled, "Whoa!" And jumped right off the wagon.