December 31st…“AS A LITTLE BOY, ON YOUR FARM, HOW DID YOU SWING INTO THENEW YEAR’S CELEBRATIONS?”………in a SWING, of course! 😉
POEM – “The Best Way To Fly” by N. Elliott Noorlun
Similar to Elliott’s tire swing.
Any time of the year, Be it Winter or Spring,
The best way to fly, Was on our tire swing.
A gift to our dad, From old Uncle Doren,
If flew for millions, Of miles unworn.
First, thousands of miles, On Uncle’s plane,
But when its use, Began to wane,
Dad cut out a seat, Ropes o’er the tree,
For all of us kids, To experience glee.
Tiny Elliott on the tire swing with Sis, Rosie.
My sister, Rosie, First placed me aboard,
The magical ship, On which I soared,
To heights that seemed, To touch the sky,
This farmer’s son, Sure could fly!!! 😉
The tree with the big slingshot “Y” was Elliott’s swing tree. Up, and to the left side of the “Y”, you can see an outcropping to the left. That’s where Elliott’s father, Russell, tied the fun airplane tire swing. It was a fun gathering place for the four Noorlun children over the years.
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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