April 30th……...”WHEN YOU MOVED TO WASHINGTON STATE IN 1967, GRANDPA, WHAT WAS ONE OF THE DIFFERENCES YOU SAW FROM THE LIFESTYLE IN MINNESOTA TO THE LIFESTYLE OF WASHINGTON STATE”?
POEM – “Food From Mid To West” by N. Elliott Noorlun
In ’67, when we sold the farm, And moved our family west,
I learned that food, No matter how good, Had to pass the West Coast test.
Meeting friends, At this strange new school, And tryin’ to be a winner,
I’d inquire what might be, There to see, On the menu that day for Dinner.
“DINNER!?!?, they’d scoff!! “That’s not till tonight”!!! “New boy you’re way out of sight”!!!
With embarrassing blush, I learned with this bunch, That for a noon meal, I’d better say Lunch.
In my Minnesota days, I was raised to call, Our meals by order, Come winter through fall.
We’d start with Breakfast, Dad’s favorite fare, He’d gobble Mom’s cooking, Leaving plate bare.
And at middle of day, Our famished winner, Would stop by Mom’s kitchen, For noonday Dinner!
Come 4:30 or so, Mom always had a hunch, Dad would show up, At the house for his Lunch.
Maybe coffee n cookies, Before feeding the sows, And then on to the barn, To milk our cows.
With the sun now setting, After farming day’s work, Our handsome dad, Felt his tummy to quirk.
His tummy’d say, It’s truly a ‘yupper’, Time to wash up his hands, And come in for his Supper!!
Most evenings we’d gather, At table for prayer, Then feast on cooking, That in love she’d share.
Of course, unless it was Saturday night, Then with trays set up, We’d meet at new sight.
In Living Room swell, Even “Welk” would tell, That for Minnesota food anytime is right!!! 😉
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