October 24th…“WHAT KIND OF WATCH DID YOUR FATHER AND/OR GRANDFATHER CARRY ON YOUR FARM THERE IN SOUTHERN MINNESOTA?”
POEM – “I’d Watch His Watch” by N. Elliott Noorlun
I’d watch his watch, On leather tether,
Slide up out of farmer’s bib pocket,
To be glanced upon, To see the time,
Then gently placed back in its socket.
Even Grandfather, too, In his coveralls blue,
Whenever he’d come to chat,
Needed to know, What pocket watch would show,
To see just when the time was to scat.
For even a farmer, Would like to stretch time,
To get more work done in a day.
Or to get work all done, Afore setting of sun,
So he and the family could play.
I can still see my dad, While in front of this lad,
As he pulled pocket watch so sublime,
At knurled “crown”, He’d give twist, With nary a miss,
To keep those small gears right on time.
Even God’s Word, Tells about time,
When and what a farmer should do.
There was peace in this boy, And even a joy,
That Dad’s time piece would carry us through,
As day in, and day out, Daddy’s watch had the clout,
To honor God’s time and be true.
I was one happy lad, To be blessed with a Dad,
Who was punctual to enjoy each life’s view.
Norwegian Farmer's Son 