October 15th…“IN THEIR YOUNG DAYS, ON YOUR FARM IN MINNESOTA, WHAT WAS THE RELATIONSHIP LIKE BETWEEN YOUR ELDER BROTHER AND SISTER?”
POEM – “Two Tiny” by N. Elliott Noorlun
Two tiny tender toddlers, Tethered by love’s sweet bond,
As if they had been welded, By Norwegian magic wand.
Separated by a whole three years, Yet close and one in heart.
Twins in joy and mischief, With giggles from the start.
Oh sure, they had their tussles, When tiny tempers flew,
But, overall, emotions would fall, And their bonding they’d renew.
Like when “Big Jon and Sparky”, Was on our radio,
They’d almost collide, As they’d slip n slide, To hear their favorite show.
Before cell phones and video games, Back in the days of yore,
Brother and sister would read their books, And create such fun galore.
Like climbing trees, Or playing in the hay, On imagination’s ride,
Or using the wealth, Of children’s stealth, As they’d play both Seek and Hide.
Then along came little brother, In January ’54,
Big brother and sis, Just couldn’t miss, The chance to hug babe more.
Even baby Sis, Got every kiss, They could give in ’55.
Both Lowell n Rose, Would kiss her toes, To see Candice alive and thrive 😉
It seemed no matter, Which way I turned, I had the comfort of,
Knowing their guidance, And chastening, too, Was guided by their love.
In less than a blink, They both were grown, To handsome lad and lass,
And soon life took, Them each their way, From our daily lives, They’d pass.
A richer man, I’ll always be, To have seen the love they shared,
It was just too plainly obvious, These two siblings really cared.
Norwegian Farmer's Son 