January 29th…..”DURING YOUR FARM DAYS, WHAT WAS A FUNNY THING THAT SOMEONE SAID AT A 4H MEETING ABOUT YOUR MOTHER’S BAKING SKILLS?”
POEM – “The Fumble Honey Jumble!” by N. Elliott Noorlun
Our sweet farmer mom, Was the baking queen,
And made our home, The tastiest scene.
Out came flour, And rolling pin,
Along with sifter, To dust the flour thin,
Upon the table, Twas time to bake,
And make Honey Jumbles, For our tummy’s sake.
Big n round, With a donut’s hole,
A honey of a cookie, To please the soul.
We could never get enough, Of Mom’s Honey Jumble treat,
So when it was time, For 4H Club to meet,
Our mom served the guests, Our family’s fave,
In hopes club members, Soon too would rave.
Instead, club mothers, In secret hiss,
Began to say, Something was amiss,
That Mom had had, “Tough luck” with her dough,
In what they thought, Should be donuts, ya know.
But our mom she just took it, All in stride,
As the smile on her face, She could not hide.
Honey Jumble cookies, To us were the best,
Made with love by Mom, Who passed every test,
By filling farm home, With tasty love,
E’en now as she lives, In Heaven above!!!
Norwegian Farmer's Son 