May 5th……..“HOW DID YOU GET YOUR MAIL AT YOUR FARM, GRANDPA? DID YOU HAVE TO DRIVE TO THE POST OFFICE IN KIESTER, MINNESOTA”??
POEM – “Our Mailbox Stood Its Post” by N. Elliott Noorlun (3.30.2020)
Elliott’s actual family mailbox that stood on a post next to the gravel road that passed their farm in south central Minnesota near their hometown of Kiester.
Over half a century, In the long ago,
Our mailbox stood its post,
As sentinel, On graveled road,
And was to us a host,
Of treasures that, The mailman brought,
To our beloved farm each day.
And if us kids, Received some mail,
There sounded, “HIP HOORAY”!!!
It could be Grandma’s birthday card,
Or catalog from Sears,
Or package that was ordered,
Of cap to cover ears.
A farm couple enjoys checking their rural mailbox just like Elliott’s family did on their farm near Kiester, MN.
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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