There is a story of a small round 50ish Swiss woman who tried to pick cherries from her tree and fell.  Her backside became lodged in the tree with her legs and arms pointing upward.  No one could get her out so they called the fire dept.  She apparently cried and yelled in Switzer-Deutch the whole time.

Going to college in 1966 and walking past the abandoned house that Heinrich/Henry and Lena Moser had lived in.  The evergreen trees were huge.  It was scary.

The only part of me that is noticeably Swiss is that I don't pronounce the 1st letter "H", exp. Human pronounce yuman.

Pam