August 5th………“IN YOUR DAYS, AS HEAD CUSTODIAN AT GLENWOOD HEIGHTS PRIMARY SCHOOL, DID YOU HAVE A SENSE OF FAMILY AMONG STAFF AND STUDENTS”??
POEM – “Let’s Travel Back” by N. Elliott Noorlun. After graduating High School in May of 1972, I went to work as a custodian for my alma mater in the Battle Ground School District based in Battle Ground, Washington. I invested the greatest share of my 31 years of service at the most wonderful Glenwood Heights Primary School. Those magical years were truly a family experience between each other as staff members and our tremendous students that blessed us each year. Hope you enjoy this short poem of my heart thoughts of those years.
Elliott is pretty easy to spot. First row, center, in brown service uniform. He was a mere “kid” of 30 years old in 1984. 😉
Let’s travel back,
To 1984,
When youth was ours,
At Glenwood’s door.
Some of Glenwood’s wunnerful Cooks!! First row (L to R)…Leona Ward, Mary Brosius, Joyce Fadness. Back row (L to R)…Dena ?, Margie Jorgenson, Marianne Skaar, Wanda Uphoff, Connie Spellman. Absent are: Sandy Carner, Ellen Kytola and Bonnie Stradley.
A loving family,
We truly were,
E’en now as time,
Flies like a blurrrrr!
Our beloved Sylvia Wiser is on Playground Duty in a darling Duckie outfit she made from scratch!! The kids (and all of us) loved her dearly!!! She was truly the “Spirit Of Glenwood”!!
T’ween Readin’ and Writin’,
And Arithmetic,
We’d count on each other,
Through thin or thick!
Elliott enjoys singing to Mrs. Irene Holbrook’s class outside in the shaded “courtyard”. 😉
This old custodian garners,
A most golden joy,
To have known each teacher,
And “Cubby” girl n boy!!! 😉
Elliott’s making a “clean sweep of things” at dear old Glenwood Heights Primary School! 😉
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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