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Folks, before we put this one to bed are we able to identify number 3?
Leonard and Dot Kavlie Family & Hampton Kavie Obitury|
Posted by Vickie Metcalfe (’70): Bottineau, ND
Gary,
FYI
The Leonard and Dot Kavli family lived on a well kept farm across the fence, South of Little Prairie Cemetery.
A tall evergreen grove in view from thefe is a beacon to the yard.
.This farm was purchased by John and Helen Gunville and again later, by E. Gustafson.
My mother worked for Dot and Leonard as young teen, she always spoke fondly of the family.
My Uncle, (Willard ) Bill Lamb held Reverend Kavli in high esteem.
Later.
Vickie
Reverend Hampton Kavlie
Reverend Hampton Almor Kavlie, 88, longtime Lutheran Brethren Pastor, entered eternal rest on Tuesday, May 29, 2018 in a Minot Hospital.
Hampton was born January 29, 1930 at Bottineau, North Dakota the son of Leonard and Dagney “Dot” (Brujhell) Kavlie. He was raised on the family farm near Dunseith and educated at country schools north of Dunseith before graduating from Hillcrest Academy in 1949.
Hampton attended the Bottineau School of Forestry before entering the seminary for three years. He was united in marriage to Ethel Schroeder on September 2, 1951 at Souris, ND. Following their marriage, they moved to Fergus Falls, where he completed his education at the Lutheran Brethren Seminary in 1954.
Hampton began a lengthy career as a minister, serving the communities of Osakis, MN, Grand Forks, ND, Sioux Falls, SD, Williston, ND, Minot, ND and Phoenix, AZ. They returned to Williston in 1978 until returning to Minot in 1995 to serve Our Redeemers Lutheran Brethren Church. He retired for the second time in 2004 after 50 years in the ministry. During his time as a Pastor, he had also traveled extensively as an evangelist throughout the United States.
Hampton enjoyed preaching, singing, traveling, telling stories and fishing. Blessed are the many who knew him and were touched by his ministry.
His loving family includes, wife of 66 years, Ethel of Minot; children, Garreth (Margery) Kavlie, Jamestown, ND, Gaylord (Cindy) Kavlie, Bismarck, ND, Grant (Gloria) Kavlie, Glendale, AZ, Garnell “Dolly” (Dave) Gowan, Minot and Gayle (Curt) Moore, Minot; 14 grandchildren & 25 great grandchildren; brothers, Curtis (Elaine) Kavlie, Fergus Falls, MN & Jerry (Arlys) Kavlie, Great Falls, MT; sister in law, Phyllis Kavlie of Rolette, ND; several nieces, nephews and cousins.
Hampton was preceded in death by his parents, and a brother, Duane Kavlie.
Funeral service: Friday, June 1, 2018 at 1:00 p.m. in Our Redeemer’s Church, Minot.
Interment: Rosehill Memorial Park, Minot.
Visitation: Thursday, May 31st from 4:00-7:00p.m. in Thomas Family Funeral Home, Minot.
Memorials: In lieu of flowers or plants the family prefers memorials to Our Redeemer’s Church or Our Redeemer’s Christian School.
Sheep shearing time on the farm
Posted by Vickie Metcalfe (’70): dogdays@utma.com Bottineau, ND
Gary and Friends of Dunseith,
I recall in MT some sheep ranchers keep a llama with sheep to keep the predators away.
When In Scotland there were no predators. And many different kinds of sheep.
Some on an Isle off Orkney there are sheep with green wool.
Here in the states on are farm there were mainly are white faced Columbia and black faced sheep.
Yes, I love sheep. I love gentle ewes in the pasture and frisky lambs in the spring
The article, brought back memories of springtime shearing on the farm.
Usually, my dad and another fellow caught the sheep, two guys sheared, and me, the tromper.
Yes, I was a Tromper.
A tromper’s job was to climb into the huge burlap, scratchy, gunny bag smelling of jute and stomp, tramp and tromp to pack the wool down.
The bag was attached to a wooden frame. Up a step ladder I climb , crawl over the frame, hop in the bag, and slide down to the bottom.
TROMP-TROMP-TROMPED all morning, as one after another fleece was thrown in.
The strong odor of the lanolin always met me, and sometimes a wee bit poop-y wool. tags and no time to brush away few sheep ticks.
From inside the bag I heard cacophony of sounds;
constant buzzing of the shears (the two shearers did not speak just sheared, deep bleating of the ewes, baa’s, baa , baa’s of their lambs in the distance crying for their momma’s, pitter patter scramble of feet whence escaping the arms of the shearer as he released a ewe.
Whomp! Humph! Another fleece on my head!
Deep BAA, as a ewe trotted off kicking up her heels onto the green grass in search of her hungry lamb.
Finally, one bag down more to come! Back in another bag and do it all over again.
A bit more rambunctious, boisterous sound came from the buck sheep as he was caught and presented to the shearer.
I was always wondering, “”Now what would I do if he got loose and gave me in the wool bag a bunt?
Never happened. My dad and the other guy were always great sheep wrestlers!
High noon. Job done.
Time for mom’s roast beef , tators & gravy and dessert.
Year after year, Dad would say, Shearing time tomorrow, “Time to pack the wool.”
I’d reply, “Nooooo Dad! Not me! It’s hot and smelly, and greasy lanolin in there!.
Dad always replied, ” Lanolin makes your skin and hair beautiful”.
We can’t do without you…..It is an important job. Won’t you you please help?
(like the cartoon character Charlie Brown,) I fell for my Dad’s psychology every time every spring!
Once again like a tick, I’d be crawling in the wool sack.
Who were some of the area sheep shearers?
Hank Salmonson was one.
I think now, there is probably only one in the entire state.
Years ago, there were a number shearer’s in the area and a flock of sheep on most farms.
But alas! The coyotes moved in and time moved TOO.
Thanks Gary, love to your beautiful wife.
Until later, Happy June.
Vickie L. Metcalfe, May 2018
Gary’s comments,
Hank Salmonson and Albert Hiatt were the sheep Shearer’s at our farm and the area too other than for Robert Pritchard who sheared his own. We only had about 20 sheep, so only a couple of smaller bags that didn’t need to be tramped.
Vickie, I feel for you having to have been in that wool sack. On a warm day that must have been pure hell. All that you said is very true too. You didn’t exaggerate one bit either.
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