Norwegian Farmer’s Son…March 20th


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The brilliance of Fall was Elliott’s favorite time of the year, both on the farm and up to today.

The earth was yielding her fruited harvest to us and the trees became giant flowers in spectacular, breathtaking hues………yes, the season of Fall captured my heart when it came to being a favorite time of the year to find pleasures for this farm boy.  Of course, every season shares their magical wonders to us, but that one special point on the calendar of yearly life held many facets of the “jewel” it was for me to enjoy.

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Elliott’s daddy, Russell, ran a two row cornpicker just like this one.  The family’s F-20 Farmall tractor was snuggled inside this machine to give it power.

Harvest time, on our farm, took center stage each Autumn.  Of the many agricultural plantings that our parents gleaned from God’s dear soil, corn was the crop that held a major role in feeding our livestock of cows, hogs, horses, chickens, etc..  Dad had an old Farmall F-20 tractor that he kept dedicated to reside inside the enfoldment of a two row International Harvester corn picker.   It was hard to say which was older, the corn picker, or that old Farmall F-20, yet they both rose to the challenge of harvest each year, so we were grateful.

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When that red “beast” came to life, you could hear it for miles. 😉

There was little, if any, muffler to quiet the sound of that 1930’s generation of tractor, so everybody knew when it was time for the corn harvest to begin as Dad sparked that old “beast” to life.  It was always easy to know which field Dad was in as he was picking corn; all you had to do was step outside the door of our farm home and hear the GROWL of the F-20 “beast” as it fueled the raw power to the corn picker.   In the pristine clarity of that crisp, Fall air, the unmistakable fragrance of the field corn permeated the entire farmyard and had a delicious distinction all its own……so pleasant, yet difficult to describe.

#168=Elliott&Candi in corn wagon; Oct. 1961
This wagon load of field corn was fun for Elliott and little sister, Candi, to play on, but almost became deadly for Elliott.

Sometimes, in the lull of the busy harvest activities, a wagon load of field corn would sit idle on our farm yard.  In these older days of harvesting corn, the ears of corn were plucked whole from the stalk of the corn plant (unlike the shelled corn of today).  The mountain of maize piled high in that wagon looked like a fun playground for my little sister and I to climb to the top and explore.  We were giddy with glee as we played among the thousands of ears of corn that awaited the conveyor that would auger them up and into the tall, metal mesh corncrib where the harvest would dwell over the Winter months.  Children are often innocent of life’s dangers and, on that day, this adventure was almost deadly for this farm boy.  I recall crawling to the corner of the wagon and I began to excavate ears of corn out of the way so that I could snuggle deeper and deeper into what almost became my tomb.  There I was, digging myself further into that wagon corner when suddenly……the corn load shifted and hundreds of pounds of ear corn slid up against me and trapped me tight.  I was cemented (so to speak) by that corn and panic set in quickly.  It was even becoming hard to breath as the corn pushed against my chest.  Thank the Lord,  my darling sister came to the rescue in speedily grabbing and throwing ears of corn away from my compressed body.  I, too, was flipping ears of corn away from this predicament as fast as I could.  The combined wild tossing of those ears of corn eventually allowed me just enough wiggle room to pull myself from what could have been a literally crushing situation.

#70=Corncrib & Hog House in Kiester, MN...looking SE.
One of two wire mesh corncribs the Noorlun’s had on their farm to store and dry corn.  Building on the left was our hog house.  You can see the old corn wagon in the distant hog yard.

Eventually, through the faithful work of Dad and his crew, our amber harvest of marvelous maize made its way into our wire corncribs.    After a time of drying, a grinding company from Kiester would come out to the farm to grind these ears of corn to a finer meal that our animals could easily chew and enjoy.

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Elliott was always enraptured by the magnificence of the Autumn foliage around their farm.

As if spectators to the mortals and their harvesting, our age old windbreak of deciduous trees were ablaze in their gigantic mantle of Fall color.  Their “grand finale” of the season’s growth was taking place around us as each tree’s brilliant hues were set in glorious contrast against an azure-blue sky.  God’s enormous bouquets of orange, red, bright yellow and mellow gold were on display for us humans to ponder upon as the magic passing of another season was before our very eyes.  Like a curtain closing the act of a beautiful play, Winter’s winds would soon strip the petals of these crisp “flowers” and usher in the next season of rest and cold for our rich Minnesota farmland.  These are but a few of the reasons why Autumn has been my favorite season as I relish each year of life God has given to this Norwegian Farmer’s Son.

#304=Kiester home towards NW; October 1965
Our beloved mother, Clarice, captured this image of Autumn color at our farm in 1965.  We had just come home from morning worship at Grace Evangelical United Brethren Church in Kiester, Minnesota.  Don’t let the date here fool you.   In those days, a roll of film wasn’t sent into the lab for developing till each frame had a picture on it.

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