October 23rd…“DID YOUR FARM IN SOUTHERN MINNESOTA HAVE AN ORCHARD? DID YOU PICK APPLES AND HARVEST OTHER THINGS?”
Elliott loved climbing up and eating apples, as well as other yummies from the orchard.
POEM – “Green As An Apple” by N. Elliott Noorlun
Green as an apple, How envious you’d be, If you had an orchard, As a kid like me.
The pioneer family, Who started our farm, Made sure their loved ones, Would see no harm,
Apples, pears, plums and more “on the floor” of the orchard like rhubarb, asparagus, blackberries and raspberries, too.
By planting many, Of fruiting tree, That would feed them all, Through the years with glee.
Not only did we have, Apple and pear, Many other yummies, Were also there.
Similar to this painting, Elliott’s barn was just around the corner from the orchard.
Rhubarb, plum, Asparagus, too, And berries galore, To share with who,
Ever might come, A visiting by, And taste our sweets, Saying, “My Oh My!!”,
Elliott’s father used a two row corn picker that was kind of like this one. Elliott enjoyed watching his dad work the fields from the high top of their apple tree.
Perched up high, In apple heights, This farmer boy, Could enjoy the sights,
Of watching Father, Farm our land, Our life was simple, But oh how grand.
All the time thinking, “I just may BUST!”, “Eating my apple, Wonder-lust!” 😉
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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