May 30th……….”TELL US, GRANDPA, ABOUT A PIECE OF FURNITURE IN YOUR FARM HOME THAT WAS VERY SPECIAL TO OUR GREAT GRANDMA CLARICE”.
POEM – “For His Best, In Her Hope Chest” by N. Elliott Noorlun
Even Shirley Temple,
In the long, long ago,
Encouraged other maidens,
In love’s way they should go,
In preparing for their journey,
Young love’s most happy quest,
Meant they should place life items,
In a cedar-lined Hope Chest.
Clarice and Russ, Had met upon,
Proverbial blind date,
Yet as time played on, Their love was drawn,
To deep love, Each other’s mate.
So a Hope Chest was given to store inside,
The gifts that would make their home,
For this cedar-lined chest, Would preserve their treasures,
No matter where they might roam.
With love in full bloom, Mom’s Norwegian groom,
“Popped the question” she yearned to hear,
That she’d be his own, Throughout life’s journey,
And forever she’d be his dear!!!
Soon blankets and sheets,
Pillow cases and more,
Were protected by cedar,
Where our mother would store,
Anything and everything,
That a home would hold dear,
At the open of lid,
They were there fresh and near.
As their years flew by,
In love’s marriage strong,
We children were born,
As part of love’s song,
And we all reflected,
God had given His best,
In provisions even beyond,
Mom’s Cedar Hope Chest!!! ><>
Norwegian Farmer's Son 