Norwegian Farmer’s Son…February 18th


#932 Ole T. Rogness family.
Ole T. Rogness was the progenitor of my mother’s clan, having been the first to come from the motherland of Norway.  His young family is pictured here in about 1910.  Family reunions always came as a way to celebrate Grandpa Ole and Josephine’s beautiful family that they brought into this world.

Insoluble, the union of family; the bulwark of any successful society.  From the roots, to the massive trunk of a mighty Oak tree, a family also branches out into generations of “leaves” that provide cooling shade to so many that rest within their soft branches of love.

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A shady park, much like this one, was often the setting for Rogness Family Reunions in the little village of Scarville, Iowa.

Summer was an ideal time of the year for my mother’s family to return to their roots and enjoy reunions with loved ones that would come from far and wide to reconnect in the oneness that brings identity, purpose and joy within each other’s hearts.  Our black, 1950 Buick Roadmaster rolled up to the curb of the lovely park there in the little village of Scarville, Iowa.  A rich, green canopy of trees draped a cooling shade over the picnic tables soon to be laden with delicious smelling creations from the various family kitchens.

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Our mother’s hometown in Iowa.  This was taken five years before she was born in 1919.  We often had our family reunions in this quaint little burg.

In northern Iowa, at the turn of the century, a dear man named Ole Scar helped to bring this town to life along the new railroad tracks that were pushing across the prairies.  Townsfolk in this new settlement wanted to honor this fellow Norwegian, so they deemed this new plat on the map as SCARville, thus a town was born.

NS#10=Clarice Sletten on chair
One of the newer residents to Scarville was our mother, Clarice Arlone Sletten Noorlun, who came into the world on March 30th of 1919.  Mom loved coming “home” to her childhood hometown for our reunions.

Also born nearby to this new community, in 1919, was our beloved mother, Clarice.  What an appropriate stage for this particular family reunion to take place.

Our Uncle Del is top left corner in this shot.  Mother and her siblings all attended Scarville School over the years.

Our mother, Clarice, and her siblings grew up attending the Scarville School in their little hometown.  There was delight in her eyes for our mother when a number of our family reunions were held in the town and near the school that she held treasured in her memories of youth.

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A game of Horseshoes could always be heard at our reunion picnics.

As we Noorlun kids helped unload food from the car for the picnic time, I could hear the happy clanging in my ears from the numerous games being played from the various Horseshoe pits.   The game of Horseshoes acted like a magnet for many of the menfolk of our Norwegian clans.  My Uncle Bob, for instance, got so adept at this game that he could usually get “ringers” (U of shoe connected to stake) in 3 out of 4 throws.   Male visiting and reminiscing were the staple as “teams” played each other in the cooling shade of the trees in the park.

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God was honored during each reunion with readings from the Bible and songs of our Christian faith.

My mother shared how someone would call our family together to a central location in that park and one of our elders would open a Bible for the reading of the Holy Scriptures.   That was often followed by singing of one or more of the classic hymns of our Christian faith.  Along with this segment of the family reunion, another of the family elders would have the clan recite the Norwegian Table Prayer.

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Norwegian Table Prayer.  English translation is in the circle of red lettering.  Starting at top and going clockwise.

Here is the translation of what that elder recited in Norwegian…..“Heavenly Father, In Jesus name, To the table we come, To eat and drink according to His Word.  To God the honor, To us the gain, So we have food, In Jesus Name, Amen.”  

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Having told God “Mange Takk”(Many Thanks) for the food, it was time to GOBBLE TILL YA WOBBLE!!

Now, with the food blessed, it was a flurry of happy chatter while food began flying onto paper plates and we all began to fill our tummies to joyous balloon sizing!   In order to wash down all this great Norwegian food fare for us kids, there were ice cold glasses of Koolaid, milk and ice water.   And, for the adults, there were unending gallons of hot, black coffee held in uncountable thermos jugs around the park.

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Old and young enjoyed pleasant naps under the gentle shade of the trees.

For the remainder of this special day I witnessed family enjoying laughter, stories of the long ago times and naps being taken in the shade as brisk, warm Summer breezes would cool their sweat as young and old slept.

#284=Gr. G. Ole Rogness, G. Amanda's dad, in center, with family reunion
Ole T. Rogness (the patriarch of Mom’s family), in center of photo, and other old timers had a distinct Norwegian “flavor” to their English.

Even in my day, many of the family elders still had a very heavy Norwegian accent to their English.  It was fun for me, as a little boy, to stand at the shoulder of my father, sitting in his lawn chair, and listen to those older folk speak of Norwegian ways in the long ago when THEY were young.

As evening drew near, those family members with farms and dairy herds would round up their brood of children and head home to milk the cows and feed other livestock.  As our family’s Buick Roadmaster lumbered westward towards our farm and home, I pondered on how memories so pleasant as these gave me a happy glow to be a Norwegian Farmer’s Son.




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