Vol.2..Norwegian Farmer’s Son..July 30th

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July 30th……….“DID YOUR MOTHER KNOW HOW TO MAKE PICKLES ON YOUR FARM THERE IN SOUTHERN MINNESOTA? DID YOU LIKE HER VARIOUS PICKLE RECIPES”???

POEM – “I’m Pickle Ole Pete” created by N. Elliott Noorlun

My sweet Momma always called me,

Her “Pickle Ole Pete”,

Whatever she’d “can”, This hungry lil’ man,

Was thrilled to taste and eat.

Be they sweet or dill,

Or watermelon rind,

When you heard tasty crunch,

I was easy to find.

Slurpin’ n burpin’,

Next to Mason glass jar,

When it came to makin’ pickles,

Our Momma was a STAR!!! 😉

Elliott (alias “Pickle Ole Pete”) with his mother, Clarice, in late Summer of 1954. About nine months old at the time.
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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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