January 7th…“DID GRANDFATHER RUSSELL ATTEND A ONE ROOM SCHOOL? WHERE? WHAT WAS IT LIKE?”
POEM – “There Was No Bus for Russ!” by N. Elliott Noorlun
Needles of ice, In the wind whipped his face,
Yet, it only caused Russ, To pick up his pace.
For ahead, three miles, The school bell would ring,
But for now, The wind in the trees did sing.
With brother Doren, And sisters, too,
Through snowy paths, Their little legs flew,
To one room school, Near Fosston town,
Where they could finally, Set their school books down.
After Readin’ n Writin’ n ‘Rithmetic,
It was recess time, To play in snow thick,
So outside they’d climb, Upon the wood pile,
To stretch those young bodies, With fun for a while.
Little brother, Doren, Was always the clown,
Even enjoying snow, In the upside-down.
Recess was over, Now back inside,
To warm up by stove, And thaw out their hide.
Cuddled around teacher, And near to the stove,
It was time for new knowledge, As in school books they dove.
With school day behind them, And sun setting quick,
There was three miles back home, Through forest so thick.
As the shadows of evening, Began to prevail,
Russ heard in the distance, A Timber Wolf wail.
Were they coming his way??, His heart skipped a beat,
As Russ gave command, To his scared, booted feet.
“Let’s run for the farm!!!, And security of home!!”,
“And out of these woods!!!, It’s no place to roam!!”.
So Russ, with his brothers, And sisters they flew,
To protection of home, That was finally in view!