March 23rd…“DID YOU EVER BREAK A BONE, OR BONES. TELL US HOW.”
1974. Elliott broke two bones in his left hand between the knuckles and the wrist.
POEM – “Pain Is A Messy Teacher” by N. Elliott Noorlun
Two YOWSA instances, Come to mind,
When life to me, T’weren’t very kind.
In Nineteen Hundred and Seventy Four,
This 20 year buck, Just out the door,
Tried to stop, A trampoline,
That came my way, And started to lean,
Upon my hand, And broke two bones,
I hollered LOUD, And made some moans.
This 1981 photo has always been a bit spooky to Elliott. Prophetic, in a way. Like this farewell cake shows, he was using a riding lawnmower when injuries occurred to his left hand.
Then came 1981,
While riding a mower, This son of a gun,
Decided to try, And stop the blade,
So mincemeat of, My hand it made!
Finger tip gone, Another one broke,
Life changed quick, In one fell stroke,
Pain is one heckuva messy teacher,
Especially when dealing, With a Norski creature. 😉
I may be only one oat seed in a field of millions, yet I have a story to share of beginnings on our beloved farm in southern Minnesota and beyond to life as I've seen it to this point. Famous? No. Gifted? Unlikely. Yet, I want to leave a legacy to my children and grandchildren of who this gentle Norwegian man was. My happy times, sad times, successes and failures. Someday, those who are tiny now, will have this volume to come to and get to know this Norwegian Farmer's Son.
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