The Norwegian in her

I returned home to get some books and found Ardyth dressed in my GI pants, huge black socks and one of my T-shirts drinking coffee. She was going to scrub the floor in the kitchen, much to my dismay, because whenever she does I feel utterly distressed. But, she says, it's the Norwegian in her that makes her do it.

     --From her husband Egon's journal, November 25, 1947