My stepdad was some sort of military chaplain or something on an Army base in Germany for about 20 years. He and his now-deceased first wife largely raised their two girls there. Both he and the girls (women, now, I suppose) speak fluent German. They are native Minnesotans, and that level of Yankeedom is already nigh foreign, so combine that with a bunch of German sensibilities, and those are some strange people I spend Thanksgiving with.