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Greg Page
Question from Brenda Hoffman (68): Greenville, SC
Does anyone know Greg Page? He’s from Bottineau and born in either 1950 or 1951. He’s the CEO of Cargill, the largest privately owned company in the world I believe (maybe just the US). Anyway if it were a public company it would rank with IBM. Greg’s father was the John Deere dealer in Bottineau and he was quoted as saying he grew up 6 miles from the Canadian border. I can’t remember anyone ever mentioning him – other than I think one Dunseith blog referred to him but didn’t realize he was the same or similar age as me.
Woodford Bowling Alley Memories
From Dick Johnson (68): Dunseith, ND
Gary and Friends,
With Lloyd’s posting of the Woodford Bowling Alley picture, pins and a 16 lb bowling ball! That was on the south lane. Vince didn’t get hurt but I remember thinking that I didn’t think I would like that job. It was there when I was only maybe 4 years old that I got to throw (push actually) my first bowling ball. Joe Spaeth said, “Kid, come over here.” I got up from the old wooden seats behind the bowlers and went to the alley where he was holding the ball. He set the ball down and said to give it a try. I rolled the ball down the alley and it just stopped when it bumped into the pins only knocking over a couple. Joe said, “Good try there kid, you’ll make a bowler some day.” The rest of the men were laughing but it was exciting for me. When the Garden Lanes opened a few years later, my grandpa Henry Olson bought me an 8 lb ball and I could throw it pretty well when I was 8-9 years old. As an adult, I bowled for several years and had a 169 average. I never got real good. The funny part was that years later, after many years of not bowling, I joined up with Norman Hiatt, Jay Vanorny, Brian Fauske, and Ray Lagerquist and bowled on the Bottineau Mens League and after all those years—–169 average. I thought that was strange. I did bowl as 256 one time, but only one time. I was kind of a fisherman bowler—I just bowled for the ‘halibut’. Thanks Gary! Dick Riding in the Car With Santa
Reply from Vickie Metcalfe (70): Bottineau, ND
Gary, and friends,
Responding to Dick’s question.
And, Marlys and Gary’s grown up talk ’bout Santa.
Dad, like his brother Emil, was a professional plasterer, the trade they honed after WWII in Seattle.
I believe, it was through an American promise to Veterans, the G.I . Bill.
Dad and mom were married at Dunseith Lutheran Church in September of ’47.
They honey mooned in Bottineau in those little cabins by the creek, long gone now.
Dad drove them to Washington,where he completed his apprenticeship.
Their first years of marriage they lived across the street from Woodlawn Park Zoo, in Seattle.
He and my mother’s dream was to own a farm in ND.
While venturing back to ND to see her Mother and Pop in Holmes Twp.,
Dad walked south a couple miles in waist deep snow after an April/May snowstorm.
They’d heard about a little farm, and, they, had saved cash to purchase it from Bill Childs.
The fall of ’58-59, we went to WA. in a two toned reddish jeep wagon,
Dad at the wheel.
Our family lived with my dear Uncle Archie in his house.
Dad, worked out, building construction with lots of other uncles.
Whilst living there,a six year old learned about reality ?____ drunk driving.
A year of sorrow.
Returning to ND, another piece was added to the farm.
Again, with dad at the wheel, traveling in a new ’63 cream and brown,
Chevy Biscayne station wagon we moved back to WA for a year, ’63-’64.
Another piece was added to the farm.
He and my mothers common goal and dream was to grow that farm in ND.
He worked out, she worked, saved and worked at home.
They were a relentless pair of workers with a belief and a dream.
Whatever our mother, couldn’t do with the help of her farm kids, dad did after work and on weekends.
Through hard work, a farm was built. And a family grew.
Just as their dream was recognized, dad lost sight, diabetes..
A few years later mom lost sight in one eye, brain tumor.
They continued traveling together.
But, now,it was Mom behind the wheel.
I’d say, “Aren’t you scared riding with her, Dad?”
He’d reply, ” I don’t see a thing, we’re ok we’ve still got one eye between us.”
Together, they never lost their vision driving down the road, together.
They always kept on and grew, “in their minds eye” their own Family and farm.
Marlys and Gary,
I know, there is a Santa.
It’s the vision I keep in my minds eye, to never give up believing.
Thanks.
Vickie M.
Joke of the Day
Posted by Dick Johnson (66): Dunseith, ND
Gary and Friends,
Two older couples just finished a meal at the one couples home and Dick |
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