Born and raised in northwest Iowa, and currently live 35 miles from my hometown (and about 60 miles from m58). Mother was of swedish extraction whose parents came to this country in the waning years of the 19th century. Father was the guy who delivered our milk of german descent, whose parents also came here in the late 19th century. Our roots are buried SO deep in this area that, as children, both of my parents (at different times) lived in the same house, and then my parents lived there, and raised their 3 children there, as adults.
Mom was 4'11" tall, dad was 5'10" tall, and I'm 6'4". Upon meeting one of my mother's friends for the first time, the lady asked mom how a woman her size could have a son my size, to which my mother replied (without missing a beat), "he wasn't that size when i had him". Mom's other classic line was at my grandmother's wake. My mom was seated beside my VERY pregnant sister-in-law, when she motioned toward her very prominent tummy and said to her, "You do realize, don't you, that that thing isn't gonna feel NEARLY as good coming out as it did going in?"