December 16th……….“DID YOU EVER WONDER, GRANDPA, WHAT CHRISTMASTIME WAS LIKE BEFORE YOU WERE BORN OR AS A TINY BABY IN 1954”??
POEM – “Christmas Glee, Before There Was Me” by N. Elliott Noorlun. Created December 7th, 2018.
Some early Christmas gatherings were in this quiet cottage of Elliott’s maternal grandparents home in Albert Lea, Minnesota.
In Christmas times, Before I was born,
Before my bottom, Had diaper worn,
It must’ve been special, The time for our clan,
To Grandma’s or Uncle’s, House they ran.
Big brother, Lowell, enjoys shadow-boxing with his newest Christmas present. Elliott’s mother, Clarice, is to the right.
In the days long before, Electronic device,
Instead were books, And other things nice.
Like boxing gloves, For my handsome big brother,
While shadow-boxing near, Christmas tree with our mother.
Left to right. Elliott’s Uncle Del Sletten, his mother, Clarice, brother, Lowell and sister, Rosemary enjoying new books she received as Christmas presents.
Or our father reading, The local news,
While our sister, Rosie, On the couch would snooze.
Or Yuletide times, At our uncle’s house,
With all our clan around, And my uncle’s spouse,
Elliott’s sister, Rosemary, and brother, Lowell, sing Christmas Carols with their Smith cousin’s while Aunt Ilena plays piano for them.
Playing piano, While little ones sang,
Those Christmas Carols, Oh my how they rang!
Elliott’s first Christmas in 1954. The following month, he’d turn 1 year old.
When ’54 Christmas, Came rolling around,
Cousin Marc and I, We lent our sound,
To the old-fashioned holidays, That had come before,
T’was now our turn, To enjoy many more!!! 😉
Our maternal grandparents, Clarence and Amanda Sletten, gather their living legacy around them and the Christmas tree at our Uncle Del Sletten’s home. Elliott is front and center, shielding his eyes from the super-strong light bar of Uncle Del’s 8mm movie camera.
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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