Vol.2..Norwegian Farmer’s Son..September 6th

September 6th………POEM – “The Angels Giggle” by N. Elliott Noorlun. Created January 11th, 2014.

I’ll bet the angels giggle, Whene’er I exercise,

To see such spirited movement, From my flabby thunder thighs!!!

When trying to enhance my view, By simply sitting up,

I cry-n-whine, and wish to dine, Just like a chubby pup.

Of course this “glorious” figure, Did not happen overnight,

It took ice cream and “training”, To put my toes outta sight!

It’s scary, I know, That when my toe, Doth touch the bathroom scale,

The springs go “BOING”!!, And the screen starts glowing,



Vol.2..Norwegian Farmer’s Son..September 4th

September 4th………..POEM – “Follow Me Back” by N. Elliott Noorlun

Elliott’s sister, Rosemary, came back to her alma mater, in the fall of 1964,, to crown the new Homecoming Queen….Ruthie Gilbert. Sharon Zeller Meyer (left center in white dress) is one of the elegantly dressed royal court. High School life was so mature then.

Follow me back, To 1965,

When farming, our school, And town did thrive.

When young folk still dressed, With style and flair,

T’was a sign of good parents, Who raised them with care.

Notice how all the tools, for the most part, in Mr. Parker’s shop were hand tools and not electric. He taught us all with high standards of discipline.

We looked to our teachers, With respect and pride,

For they were our mentors, Towards our future they’d guide,

Our thoughts and our actions, All tempered with care,

For they knew soon we’d face, A bold world out there.

Rewards were forthcoming, To bolster our soul,

And inspire us to greater, Achievements as goal.

And even for fun, Future Homemakers would note,

Their handsomest choice, For Chapter Dreamboat! 😉

This is Burdette Courrier, the 1965 Kiester High School Future Homemaker’s of America’s choice for “Chapter Dreamboat” that year! 😉

Our young folk were raised, To be honest and sound,

So even in death, Much love could be found,

To honor the life, Of their custodian friend,

By seeing that their yearbook, To his memory would lend,

A reminder that celebrated, This veteran and dad,

Who cared for that building, Of each young gal and lad.

Yes, the blue and white “Bulldogs”, Of this “Rambler” tome,

Are fondly remembered, In many a home!!!

Vol.2..Norwegian Farmer’s Son..September 3rd

September 3rd……….POEM – “Hog Stylin’ “ by N. Elliott Noorlun. Created 12.27.18

Well now you know, Young guys n gals,

Where your nose-ring style was born.

It came from the pigs, To slow down their digs,

Or else our fence would be torn.

So take it from farmers, Those old rural charmers,

A ring in the nose is no treat!

A style? Maybe so, But when boogers must blow,

Cleaning slime off that ring is a feat!! 😉

Vol.2..Norwegian Farmer’s Son..September 2nd

September 2nd………POEM – “Look Into My Heart” by N. Elliott Noorlun

Don’t look on the outside, Look into my heart,

Where a youth-filled child still dwells.

Where fragrances, dreams, Each nuance of life,

Is vibrant as memory swells.

Though trapped within, This frailness of frame,

So that stumbling and faltering tells.

Within I’m still young, With songs still unsung,

And eternal youth still rings its bell!!!

Vol.2..Norwegian Farmer’s Son..December 25th Part II

Here on Christmas Day 2021, I played “Santa” to myself.

This Norwegian Farmer’s Son was born in January of 1954 in Blue Earth, Minnesota. For the next 13 years of life, I had the great joy of calling Kiester, Minnesota my beloved hometown!

True, my family entered another chapter of life when we sold our farm and moved to Washington State, but, my heart will always see Kiester as my one and only true hometown.

So, you see, even though I haven’t lived in Kiester since 1967, I have a great love for all those who impacted and contributed to my young life!! So much so, that recently I stumbled across three “Rambler” yearbooks for sale on eBay.

To me they are GOLD and I just had to have them to add to my Kiester history collection of photos, newspaper articles, etc..

There is one website that can make copies of old yearbooks, but they usually charge at least $100 to do so. These three gems were only $30 each.

There’s on old saying that goes……...”One man’s trash, is another man’s treasure”………to me, these are a treasure of memories with many faces I recognize in not only my town’s past, but even for my big brother and sister whose Grade School photos are in these cherished tomes of yesteryear.

I can’t wait to start cruising and perusing through these great old “Rambler” yearbooks.

If any Kiester friends may have lost your “Rambler” over the years, I currently have the yearbooks from 1958 – 1964 and from 1967 – 1972 and soon will have these three hometown memory volumes from 1951, 1952 and 1965. I’d count it a joy to make scans of yourself and/or family members, if you’d like. Just let me know.


Starting tomorrow, I’ll be returning to my usual calendar format of stories and poems using the calendar date of September 2nd (where I left off before doing these recent Christmas stories.

Mange Takk (thank you) to all of you for so kindly stopping by to read this wannabe writer’s attempts to put to paper the gentle adventures of this Norwegian Farmer’s Son!!! 😉

Vol.2..Norwegian Farmer’s Son..December 25th



On my very first Christmas, I was ready to soar,

Having “popped out” back in 1954.

I could toddle n crawl, With a giggle n coo,

While Mom held my hand, As family waved “YooHoo”!!

Elliott was a “swinger”, during Christmas of 1954, when he was allowed a ride in his cousin’s baby swing.

So along came Christmas of ’54,

I’m awake and aware, And yearning for more,

Fun as I posed, In cousin’s baby swing,

I really enjoyed, This new Christmas “thing”!!

Christmas 1954 finds Elliott’s sister, Rosemary, and big brother, Lowell, cherishing the joys of gifts they received while at our uncle’s home in Albert Lea, Minnesota.

Big sister and brother, Smiled on each other,

As each gift was sweetly revealed.

Just then, though, I saw, Uncle Del’s “magic tree”,

And inside, I just could’ve squealed!!

Tiny Elliott was captured with a sense of awe as that silver tree changed and glowed with four separate colors as the motorized light wheel went round and round.

My, oh me!!!, A metal Christmas tree!!!,

Aluminum glory to behold!!

And plugged in beneath, Was a four-colored wheel,

That a light shown through, So bold!!

Around the wheel turned, As bright light within burned,

From red, to green, to blue.

And as gold came around, I uttered no sound,

I became “lost” in each grand Christmas hue!!

Elliott, sitting on his grandfather’s lap, looks like a little “Santa” dressed up in his red jacket.

Over the years, The Christmas tree cheers,

Came in styles big and small for the times.

But family together, In wintery weather,

Made Christmas the best of all climes!!! 😉

Vol.2..Norwegian Farmer’s Son..December 24th


POEM – “The Tractor Our Santa Did Ride” by N. Elliott Noorlun. Created December 24th, 2018.

This is the tractor, OUR “Santa” would ride,

Back in those days of yore.

When it came to farming, OUR “Santa” drove red,

A “Farmall” fan to the core!!

Elliott’s “Santa” daddy, Russell, is second from left in this line-up of neighbors who came together to help harvest corn. Left to right: Darrell Mutschler, Russell Noorlun, Russell Hummer, David Mutschler, ?, ?, and George Bauman.

He tried a “John Deere”, Only once in his days,

The chug-chug putt-putt made him sore.

So when Dad had fed, The cows and the sows,

He’d head for the IH Store.

With parts in hand, Our “Santa” felt grand,

And came home through our kitchen door.

He’d plop down for coffee, As his boots would come off,

So’s to relish his “Farmall” Christmas more!! 😉

Vol.2..Norwegian Farmer’s Son..December 23rd


Elliott was a member of this sales club. Notice above how the Zip Code was not yet used by the United States Postal Service. 😉

I think that Santa, himself, would agree with my young boy’s mathematical hypothesis in the following computation which went like this………join “The Junior Sales Club of America” in the summer of 1965 PLUS sell 60 boxes of Christmas cards PLUS endure a 90 degree Minnesota summer heat wave PLUS be grateful for generous family and neighbors EQUALS a brand new bicycle!!!

Elliott drooled and dreamed of having a full-size, three speed bike! That $80 bike, in 1965, would cost $700 here in the year 2021.

Dreams are quick to course through the mind of an imaginative and hopeful young boy when you’re 11 years of age. A major desire began to burn in my yearning heart when one day, on our farm, there in our rural mailbox, came the arrival of an incentive-based toy reward catalog from the “Junior Sales Club of America”. Within the covers of that dreaming catalog lay a vast plethora of toy ideas that could be mine. Next to each toy was its dollar amount value and the number of Christmas card boxes that would need to be sold to achieve and receive the toy(s) of my desires.

Accompanying the toy reward catalog was a personalized Christmas card display catalog that I would show to prospective clients in hopes of garnering enough sales to be able to win my prize of choice, which was a handsome “Schwinn”, three-speed, 26″ bicycle.

A sample of one design, among many, that Elliott sold that summer, that could be personalized with the customer’s family name on each card.

My old 20″ bike had only one speed…….ME….huffing and puffing as fast as my Norwegian legs could peddle. If I could just achieve my sales goal, I would have a taller and more modern bike with three gears to shift into for lightning speeds of fast biking adventures…….or so I imagined. 😉

The logistics of procuring that new bike would take some doing. I must’ve whined my poor mother’s ears off into allowing and joining me in my fortuitous hopes of selling enough boxes of cards to earn that bike. Next, I began making a list of all of our relatives and friends that I could approach to buy my cards and how many boxes each would buy. The next hurdle was the timeline of how fast could I sell my required 60 boxes and send in the order to the company in time to get the cards back to my customers before mailing them out for Christmas that year??

Being a soft hearted boy, I knew that not everyone would say “yes” to my sales proposal for Christmas cards. I tried to maintain my positivity in the same vein as the British Statesman/Prime Minister Sir Winston Churchill who once said, “Success is walking from failure to failure with no loss of enthusiasm”. So, I did my best to smile and say, “Thank you for your time” to all those ladies of the house who would turn me down with a “No Thank You”.

Elliott is “on board” his sales transportation for selling Christmas cards. Mr. Morton Holstad holds a tight rein on their pony, “Little Lady”.

Our farm was located a full three miles in the countryside from our hometown of Kiester, Minnesota. Even the neighboring farms around us were between a quarter to a half mile away. If had tried to ride my “shanks horses” (an old euphemism for your two legs), it would’ve taken forever to walk long distances in order to sell those cards. Another travel alternative was my little old 20″ bike, but that would not have been much better with the ofttimes thick gravel on those country roads.

I then had an “Ah-haaa” moment!! I KNOW……..I’ll just ride my faithful Shetland pony to various farms or to Kiester while selling cards!! Our Shetland pony was the sweetest frame of equine elegance!!!! We even gave her the name of “Little Lady” because of her gentle spirit and willingness to please. Once she was fed, watered and saddled up, I could hang my satchel of card selling supplies from her saddle-horn, then swing myself into the saddle and away we went. With high hopes, my pony princess and I began our travels both near and far to local farms and even into our hometown city limits of Kiester.

Our farming community was nestled in south central Minnesota and just a mere mile, or so, from the Iowa border. A veritable checkerboard of gravel roads crisscrossed our agricultural countryside and “Little Lady”, with yours truly aboard, stopped at many a farm along those gravel roads.

Audio cassette tapes and cassette recorders had been invented just a couple years prior, in 1963, and, if I had been rich enough, at the time, I would have had one with me as I traveled. Why? You ask? Well, for those of us who lived in the Midwest, we associated Christmas and Christmas cards with frigid weather and snow, ya?

Yet, to the households I visited that summer, it seemed incongruous to the lady of each house I visited to have a youngster selling Christmas cards in the boiling 90 degree humidity of summer. After I had faithfully rattled off my sales pitch of how lovely my company’s cards were, and how they could be “personalized” with their family’s name and a short message……I’d almost always receive the same response, “Young man, it’s July and it’s 90 degrees out today!!! Why in the world are you selling Christmas cards in July”????

Elliott would have LOVED to have had a modern tape player to play back his response to potential customers for selling cards in the hot summertime of Minnesota. 😉

Like a “human tape recorder”, I would then have to repeat and repeat and repeat my reasoning to each and every household as to why I had to sell the cards in the summer in order to get the orders printed and back in time for mailing them out for Christmastime.

Eventually, through perseverance and the generous hearts of family and neighbors, I had finally achieved my sales goal and collected the dollars necessary to send in my order to the “Junior Sales Club Of America” office.

Elliott’s parents, Russell and Clarice Noorlun. Clarice was the banking intercessor for Elliott’s card sales.

The “Chief Financial Officer” of my Christmas card business was our beloved mother, Clarice. Out upon the kitchen table came all the cash, checks and coins I had collected from my various customers. Mom, in turn, using our Kiester First National Bank checkbook, made one single check to the greeting card company and away it went in the mail.

True to their word, eventually, in the chill of a Minnesota fall day, our local mailman delivered a giant box to our farm which was chock-full of 60 boxes of lovely and festive-looking Christmas cards for all our good customers. Each box of greeting cards were handsomely embossed with each family’s name and a personal greeting that they wanted to convey to their extended family and friends for the 1965 Christmas Season.

The Noorlun’s 1956 Chevrolet is ready to deliver all those Christmas cards that Elliott had sold earlier that summer in 1965.

On a special day, our strong father, Russell, hauled that massive box of greeting cards out to our good old ’56 Chevy and away we went to visit every farm and home where neighborly folks had bought cards from me.

All my customers were pleased with their orders and it was a zenith sort of a day for this young salesman to see.

I’ve heard that there’s an old saying in the Army………..“Hurry up and WAIT”!! That’s exactly what I had to do as I cherished and greatly anticipated the arrival of my handsome new bicycle. It was late winter or early spring of 1966 when the “Rewards Division” of “The Junior Sales Club of America” saw to it, one fine day, that there came a very large cardboard crate that contained the prize I had been working towards……..my new bike! Once assembled (thanks to my talented daddy) I rode that handsome set of wheels with great pride for it was the concrete evidence of a valuable life lesson of hard work (along with Mom’s banking prowess) for this Norwegian Farmer’s Son!!! 😉

Vol.2..Norwegian Farmer’s Son..December 22nd


Emblazoned upon the happy halls of my teenage Christmas memories is one of my favorite Yuletide Carols entitled, “Carol Of The Bells”!! Since those days in the halls of education, the years have passed so quickly. Amazingly, it’s nearing the half-century mark since I was in High School, and, when I muse upon this Seasonal song, I am tenderly drawn to the honored memory of a hero from my teenage days.

The Honorable Mr. Orrell Peru.

Mr. Orrell Peru was one of those cherished mentors of my music education that impressed me with his very existence in living a life of high integrity as well as his altruistic love and passion for choral music. Mr. Peru’s intense fervor for music poured forth to thousands of students over the many decades that he faithfully taught as the Director of Choral Music at Battle Ground High School in Battle Ground, Washington.

“Carol Of The Bells” was an impressive Ukrainian Christmas melody that was owned and loved, not only by my “Tiger” generation of choir-mates, but also by the innumerable former Concert Choir members from decades past. For you see, way back in his early days of choral training at our school district, Mr. Peru began a grand tradition of making sure this Christmas Carol signaled the beginning of every Christmas Concert performance over the years and even beyond our own High School years, as well.

Elliott is top row and far right in this photo of the Battle Ground High School Concert Choir during the 1971-1972 school year.

The weeks preceding the festive Christmas Concert were thick with anticipation as our highly respected Choir Master put us through our paces, both in voice and in movement. The “movement” had to do with learning to sing “Carol Of The Bells” a cappella (for my young readers, this means voice only) while holding a battery candle and keeping step as we were to march from the entrance foyer of the gymnasium, through the darkened audience aisles and up onto the choir risers; all while keeping proper cadence and meter timing of the song.

Mr. Peru flashed the tree lights ON and then OFF to help us all keep proper timing of the song as we marched from the back foyer to the front stage and our choir risers.

The holiday mood was festive on that wonderful night of the performance. Many members of the audience on that special night were former Concert Choir members of Mr. Peru and had come to witness the musical tradition that they, themselves, participated in years ago.

The audience’s seasonal visiting and greetings hushed as the “house lights” dimmed to darkness with only a large, white electric star above the stage and a glorious Christmas tree of lights, next to our choir risers, glowing in their spectra of colors.

Nervous, kinetic energy almost sizzled among our choir robes as my fellow choir members and myself awaited the pitch pipe and downbeat of Mr. Peru’s direction to begin. Each of our hand-held, battery-powered candles were aglow and cast a soft white light around us in that darkened foyer.

The other 1/3rd of Elliott’s Concert Choir members from the 1971-72 school year at Battle Ground High School in Battle Ground, Washington.

With a check to his wristwatch, our honored educator saw that the concert performance time had arrived. Mr. Peru drew a round pitch-pipe from his pocket and placed it to his lips for the accurate first note on which we would build “The Carol Of The Bells”.

With rapt attention, we all responded obediently to the downbeat of his arm and young ladies began singing, “Hark how the bells, sweet silver bells, all seem to say, throw cares away”!!! and we began our forward march into the darkened auditorium.

Since our choir would be spread out across the large gymnasium during this song, Mr. Peru had connected the white star above the stage, and the Christmas tree next to the choir risers, with a long cord that ran clear back to the foyer where he stood. With each beat of the music, Mr. Peru used a snap-switch to turn the tree and star on and off, on and off. This way, our choir stayed united as one in our singing as we all could see the visual pulsations of the music’s timing.

As each successive choir member entered the audience aisles, our candles gently illuminated our teenage faces. With our choir now moving and filling both aisles, as we marched towards the stage, so also did the sound of our voices crescendo for the audience around us to enjoy.

Mr. Peru’s homemade metronome worked for we climbed to the stage and mounted the choir risers till our candle-lit visage all faced the audience and our entourage finished the carol strongly with the last…….”DING, DONG, DING………….DONG”!!

We could easily see that the crowd was thoroughly pleased by not only the Christmas song itself, but also with the re-ignited memories in the hearts of many former choir members that were there that night in attendance. Together, my generation, and former choir members of the past, sang this special song while being directed by the delightful soul that resided within our teacher, Mr. Orrell Peru. To this very day, when I hear “Carol Of The Bells”, there are warm, Christmas memories in the heart of this Norwegian Farmer’s Son.

Vol.2..Norwegian Farmer’s Son..December 21st


POEM – “To Imbrue The View” by N. Elliott Noorlun.

Christmas flew right by, For this little guy,

Santa’s bag just couldn’t quite hold,

A “View-Master” toy, For this farm boy,

That could bring great joys untold.

In the days after Christmas, Dad pointed our car,

To take us to Albert Lea,

To visit our cousins, And experience their toys,

Oh their “View-Master” filled me with glee!!

While our parents drank coffee, That smelled so fair,

With that beaned aroma, That filled the air,

I’d be cuddled near window, To get lots of light,

Then insert a pic reel, Filled with wonders of sight!

There was breathtaking scenery, And Disney, too,

As I clicked forward each reel, To bring them in view.

Their colors were vibrant, Each storyline great,

Such a childhood epiphany, I just couldn’t wait.

My cousins were patient, There in Albert Lea,

As they shared their “View-Master”, With little boy me.

Heck, even adults, Enjoyed seeing us thrive,

With “View-Master” journeys, Those pics came alive!!! 😉