06/21/2017 (2534)

Richard “Chops” Carlson Passed Away.
Memories from Rod Hiatt (’69):  Bottineau, ND

Gary,

This past week we lost a very close friend and part of our family. Richard “Chops” Carlson was taken from us way to early.

Chops was part of the Hiatt Family for the last 25 years, not by blood but by choice, both his and ours. He was like a younger brother to us, an uncle to our kids and that extra son to my parents. He and Shelley were the same age, so we always said that they were twins, but Chops got more of the milk when they were younger.

I recall walking in the house with what we thought was a nice bouquet of flowers for Mothers Day, and there was already a huge floral arrangement on the table for my mother from Chops, and the time when Dad ended up in Minot in the hospital and Chops was in Denver over the road trucking. He told his dispatcher to either get him a load back to N. Dak. or he was leaving the truck and flying home. Well they loaded him that day and when we got to Minot the next day to see Dad, Chops was already there.

When he came to work for us, he said “ I will drive truck, do repair work, but I don’t want anything to do with those things(as he was pointing at the horses)” Within a years time he was not only out helping with the horses, but telling us how and what to do.

Chops was a very smart and talented man. If he went somewhere, he would remember every road, exit and best place to eat from here to the east coast, he could tear apart an engine, a transmission or any vehicle or piece of equipment and have it back together and running perfect, his carpenter skills were excellent and this was all self taught.

We would let the kids pick out a colt in the spring of the year and when we sold them in the fall the kids got the money. Chops somehow got in on that but he kept his and that is where the famous team of Midge and Madge came about. Chops spent countless hours with this team of horses and by the time they were old enough to drive, our Dad had made sure that he had harness, collars and a wagon. Breaking the team was the easy part, the hard part was trying to make a teamster out of Chops, But again when he was told how something should be done and what was not to be done, you didn’t have to tell him the 2nd time.

Chops was the kind of a guy that would help anyone, anytime and for any reason. If you need $5.00 he would give you $10.00 just to make sure you had enough. He was also the guy that if you asked for the time he would explain to you how to build a clock. I know that he was loved and is going to be missed very much, but personally I can sit back, chuckle and smile at things that we had done over the past years, his sayings that he used and the friendship that I was fortunate to have with a guy named CHOPS.

Richard “Chops” Carlson
October 04, 1962 – June 12, 2017
Carlson
Richard “Chops” Carlson, age 54 of Bottineau, died Monday at his home near Bottineau.  A memorial service will be held on MOnday, July 3, 2017 at 11:00 am at the Lakeside at Lake Metigoshe.
(Nero Funeral Home – Bottineau)

SERVICES

Memorial Service

Monday, July 03, 2017
11:00 AM

Metigoshe Lutheran Church
10605 Lake Loop Rd E
BOTTINEAU, ND 58318

 

Reply to Kay (Lund) Hildebrandt:

From Vickie Metcalfe (’70):  Bottineau, ND

WoW!

Thank YOU for your great story  about your Dad.

He sounds like he was quite the survivor.

It is wonderful that your dad shared experiences with you and you can pass on and share.

Knowing the strength of your roots and sharing stories of survival with your family is a gift.

My mom’s cousin lived her married life in Anaconda. Her husband worked in the mines.

A few years ago while spending  a few days with her, she  took  mom, aunt and myself over to Butte to visit the historic Butte mining site.

Much of the equipment was still there.

( side note My aunt Leona Metcalfe and Winifred Pritchard Eurich  were fond friends from school years of days gone by.

On her last visit to  ND,  Leona   stayed with me,  and was a delighted to spend a day  visiting with Winfred at her farm.

Also, my sister in law, Sally  is Winifred’s granddaughter.

Her children,  my niece  and nephew’s thought the world of their Great Grandma Winifred. She was a special lady indeed. )

Again,  many thanks.

Vickie Metcalfe

 

Roger Hiatt Mystery solved
Reply from Dale Pritchard (’63):  Leesville, LA

Gary,

Quite some time ago you published a Hiatt Family Tree that you (or someone) had put together.  I think Roger was listed in there.  My hard copy disappeared so there’s no quick check on my part.  I forget who Roger said his dad was but I remembered the name at the time.  Roger said that in addition to living in the Dunseith area, he actually grew up in Spokane, Washington.

Dale

Gary’s Comment
I pulled up the matrix and Roger is there listed in next to the last box, on the bottom, in the matrix below. His Grandfather was Henry Hiatt, brother to Will J, John, Amos, George, Walter and Harry. His mother was Lilie Chase. Henry and Amos were half-brother’s to the rest of the Hiatt Siblings. Henry moved west before I was born, so I didn’t know his family. My dad spoke of him often though so I know of him. Florence Dahl and Elenore Fauske (Stubby) and other Hiatt’s of that generation may be able to fill us in on more of the details of this Hiatt family.
Thanks Dale.

Hiatt

 

Recipe Books
Reply from Doreen Larson Moran (BHS ’61): Spokane, WA

HI Gary – I love the recipe books from the ND homemaker and church groups and from Washington state too.  I am afraid I have a much too large collection that I might have to thin out some day. J  The recipe for the flatbread is different than lefse.  Hence the use of buttermilk and whole wheat.  Flatbread is rolled verrrry thin and I believe baked in the oven.   It is brown in color due to the whole wheat.   I have my aunt Lois Ydstie’ recipe but she always brings a batch to family gatherings.  Earl Thompson also makes a great batch of flatbread.

I do enjoy your Blog.  I am always amazed at the Dunseith names that I recognize.  That proves it is a small world after all.!!!! Doreen Larson Moran – BHS ‘61

 

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Blog (68) posted on October 31, 2009

Posted on October 31, 2009

Peter Gillis’ address in Kosovo

From Pete (65) & Verena Gillis: Dunseith, ND.

Gary,
Our son is now in Kosovo and says it’s fine over there. He gave me his
address so for those of you that asked for it…..

Spc. Gillis, Peter J.
TF Defender Co. A
KFOR 12 Camp Bondsteel
APO AE 09340

Pete & Verena Gillis

Jim Metcalfe Request

From Gary Metcalfe (57): Forsyth, MO

Gary, My brother, Jim would like to be included in receiving the daily blog.

Thank you. Gary Metcalfe

John & Margaret Bedard’s new contact info

From John Bedard (65): Lake Metigoshe, ND

Gary

Letting you know that we have moved permanently to Lake Metigoshe

and have new home and e-mail addresses as follow.

18 Birchwood Heights Rd N

Bottineau, ND 58318

telephone:

e-mail:

John and Margaret Bedard

Dunseith Alumni reunion in June & message

From Aggie Casavant (69): Fort Mill, SC

Gary, So how’s your domestic construction going? Looks like you have a really nice place.Looks very coastal,like a beach house. It seems strange for it to be built right in the middle of such poverty,but I guess the zoning laws are different in each country.The only thing that bothers me about living around poverty would be the crime. Do they have much crime in the Phillippines? Where I live is minimal,but then you can go 7 miles on the other side of the S.C.border in Charlotte N.C. and theirs every crime imaginable. It’s a shame cuz it’s such a beautiful city,but it’s the result of not controling our borders. We have a gang problem in Charlotte,that’s completely out of control. The drug cartel from Mexico has moved in and to just drive from my home in S.C. to across the border in Charlotte at night can get pretty tricky sometimes.You sometimes see stuff on the way to work,robberies,shootings,and either road rage incidents or carjackings.Whats shocking is this is in really nice areas of town.The place where I work is in a beautiful part of town,but the apartment community that is side by side with our facility,on week-ends especially during summer months,you can hear gun fire,police cars and ambulances. In the winter,fires. There has been 4 fires in the 7 yrs.that I’ve been on my job….cause on all 4 fires,”cooking drugs” I think they call it,free basing…where you melt “crack rock” in a spoon for a syringe…what’s really ironic about this is this is an upscale apartment community,with white collar residents…The bottom line is that drugs has taken over this country,and we the citizens of this country have no one to blame but ourselves…The American people were too trusting of people in high places in this country,who have chosen to turn a blind eye to this mess cuz everyone wants a peice of the pie. With the drugs has come every other dispicable crime,child pornography,prostitution,pedophiles(this crime has gone rampant in this country…why???? Cuz no-one wants to pass a law to execute these people…and they deserve nothing less….So much for America The Beautiful!!!

The other night at work,this guy from Lyberia came over to talk to me. He made the statement,”For America being the “Greatest Country” in the World….I said, “The Greatest Country in The World??? “If Americas the greatest this worlds got …then this whole world is on it’s way to Hell”. People get really angry with me when I make statements like that,but I tell them,”As long as we as a country,stay in denial about the problems in this country,this country is going to continue on, in a downward spiral,and I don’t know how much further we can go with out smashing into the bottom head first”,and as long as we want to beleive how “Great” we are,we have no reason to change…How sad…In closing on this subject,I want to close with a saying I read some where, it went like this: “When The People of This Country Cease To Be Good,America Will Cease To Be Great”. Don’t get me wrong,there is alot of good still left in this country…but there is “ALOT”that has gone unchecked for too long,which in turn is rapidly eroding the greatness of this country…This is the point I was trying to make in a nutshell,but it seems I am always forced to make a “Hair raising,fighting words statement” before I can get anyone anymore into a problem solving,thought provoking conversation”. I’ve had it all said to me,the old over used statement,”Love It Or Leave It”. But I find the people who say stuff like that are either,content with the downward spiral,are not aware of what’s going on in our country, have there own drug lab,or marijuana field in there back yard,or are too fearful what people might think if you speak out…or don’t believe they can make a difference…..As you can see ,I’m none of the above. It doesn’t mean it makes me a better person,it just means:”That if a person feels that they are one of those people….don’t criticize or put down those of us who are trying to make a difference…Like the old saying,”Lead, Follow or Get Out of The Way”

Well, Gary, I bet you would never guess what I really started writing you about… So far I got 17 people including Hwy 43,Verena,Pete,and I. I thought for some reason that we would have a bigger response thru the blog alone…Maybe putting it in the paper isn’t such a bad idea after all. If you would like to check with Verena what she thinks,and maybe we could run it in the paper for the month of November.

Thanks Gary for all you do.It would be interesting to see what the whole process is you go thru getting all this out

Thanks Again,

Ms.Aggie

P.S. This letter wasn’t written for the blog, but if you want to put it on, it’s fine with me…

Aggie, Yes I want to post this. I can assist you guys with getting this in the papers too. I’m hoping they will view this as a community activity involving many of their readers, of which I think they will, and publish this info when we send it to them.

Folks, Aggie, Verena & Pete are trying to get a head count for those interested in attending the Dunseith Alumni reunion they are planning in May. Please let one of us know if you are planning on attending. Our contact info is listed below. When they know how many plan on attending, they will choose a facility to accommodate accordingly. If enough folks plan on going, they can use the High School Gym. They just don’t want to reserve a larger facility if they don’t have the numbers. Their goal is to keep the costs to a bare minimum.

May 22, 2010

4:00pm to 6:00pm – Social Hour

6:00pm to 8:00pm – Cook Out

8:00pm to Midnight – Music & Hanging Out

Band: Hwy 43…AKA Dick & Brenda Johnson & Ron Hett

Aggie, now to address some of the other topics of your letter. You talked about security concerns with the ramped poverty of our Filipino neighbors. We have absolutely no problems at all. In the Filipino communities, everyone knows everyone and knows what belongs to everyone. If anyone sees anyone putting a hand on anything that is not theirs questions are asked and folks are confronted. That seldom happens though. Our garage is located about 300 feet from our house up on the main road. If there’s any strange activity going on or if something goes wrong in the area of our garage, we are instantly notified, day or night, by the folks up there. Everyone knows who belongs in their communities and are very inquisitive when visitors come. These folks especially love seeing our American friends coming to visit. After their first visit, they are not forgotten with return visits. Gary

Messages to Ken Stiker & Trish Larson Clayburgh (73):

From Gary Metcalfe (57): Forsyth, MO

To Ken Striker

I am going to scribble out a couple stories and see if Gary decides to post them. Ken I think you live somewhere near where old Pap Striker originated from. He was a Hoosier. This story is about Erman or E.D. Striker, brother of Lee and Elmer. Erman in the years I knew him, was a tea totaler who did ride a horse from that Peace River Country in Canada to Ten Sleep, Wyo. Erman was absolutely one of a kind to wife Tina and good, clean living. Working together they could have lived entirely off the land. When the bell would ring on Carpenter Lake in November at noon, muskrat trapping was on and everyone set or claimed as many houses as they could. I really admired Erman’s ability to skin a rat and have a pelt in his hand in a matter of seconds. Hunter and trapper, fruit trees, fishing….thanks to Tina, Erman always looked as neat as a pin. A common scene to see was Erman and Tina in the fall months, parked out in the woods, little green ’48 chevy pickup, with a right saw (cousin to the chain saw), with a picnic lunch, enjoying life and nature to the fullest.

Lee Striker was a friend of my dad’s, not a tea man, but a great visitor.

To Trish Larson

It is very evident that you have a deep love of horses, so I want to share some horse stories from my life. My dad’s association with horses started at a young age. It was a respect and partnership more than a love of horses. Old Dewey was a fixture on our farm for a lot of years, he came on about 1946 when Grandpa Evans asked my dad to knock him in the head. I think at about 2 years old their teeth get loose and they can’t forage very well in deep snow in winter. So dad loaded him on a stone boat and hauled him up to our place then commenced to pull him up and down with a wire stretcher for a couple months. Pretty soon he was in harness along with half brother, Jim. A perfect match.

Our first team was Nellie and Squirrely and our last team was Bird and Doll who we got from Jake Thiefoe. Then came a saddle horse fit for a cowboy, Scottie. Harold Kelly found him over by Belcourt. The Davis’ had him on their race adjenda. Scottie was one half Arabian from Aladdin. Aladdin was a magnificient horse who met a sad fate down near Willow City. He had too much spirit, he would pick up a fence post and would run with it. One day he hit the corner of the barn and killed himself. Anyway when Scottie would get warmed up, he was back in the race, so my dad was the only one on the farm who could ride him, one day when Dad had Scottie’s head pulled around, eyeball to eyeball, he jumped over a willow bunch right into the Johnson Lake. So that called for a new type of bit. Pretty soon, he had a horse fit for a king, tough, fast and he earned a great retirement….run of the oat bins and hay stacks, you see my dad was a horse man way more than a tractor man. Horses were a source of absolute power to a person who knew how to handle them. Especially in the deep snow and mud on the Canadian border. They were used a lot and had a feeling of being needed. Trish you look like you are right where you like to be, on a mission. By the way I had a quarter horse mare that was a joy to ride and easy to catch. Like anything else it is hard to find a good one for you. You surely are in the right place to enjoy horseback riding and hunting. Gary Metcalfe

Luella Boardman Bjornseth’s (49) family

Posted by Neola Kofoid Garbe: Minot & Bottineau, ND.

Comment: Ralph sure looks like his father Jacob in this photo. Gary

Back: Luella & Ralph
Front: Mark, Janice & Ron