April 29th…“SHARE ABOUT A SCHOOL-RELATED CHILDHOOD FEAR.”
Elliott had a great fear of missing the school bus that would take him home in the afternoons.
POEM – “Three Miles Out!” by N. Elliott Noorlun
Back in my youthful, Days of yore,
There’s nothing that scared me, As much or more,
Like a rocket, Elliott shot out the door.
Than missing the bus, After school’s last bell,
For if I did, I’m here to tell,
E’en though we lived, Just three miles out,
I feared that I would, Cry and shout,
LeRoy and Manville , along with their faithful drivers, got all us kids safely to and from school.
If Manville Meyer, Drove outta sight,
I knew I’d be, In an awful plight!
RUN, Elliott!!!!
So every day, When that school bell rang,
Like a fiery rocket, From that chair I sprang,
With determined speed, This lil’ cus,
Was never late, For his school bus!!! 😉
The red arrow points to Elliott’s farm. Only three miles away from their beloved hometown of Kiester, Minnesota….., but for Elliott’s little legs, it seemed like a hundred miles away.
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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