Folks, There is a lot of history with these messages today. It’s great! Future generations will love us. Gary
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From Ron Longie (65):
Gary,
I too have fond memories of K.C. my kid brother Donnie and I went into K.C.’s store on report card day, Donnie said he had received his report card but didn’t know what all the letters were for so K.C. asked Donnie to see his card, he started off with
                      A- Excellent
                       B- Very Good
                      C- Average
                       D- Not so good
                      F- FINE
needless to say Donnie was very excited to show his report card to dad after he got done reading him the riot act my brother couldn’t understand all the ruckus over his grades cause K.C. said the “F” meant fine. We laugh about it now but it wasn’t to funny then.
                                            Ron Longie (class of 65)
Mr. Nagel would yell, Ok please get out your typing books.Â
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Dave Slyter
write out during recess. Then she would put them on the mimeographÂ
machine and we would have the test in the afternoon. I never onceÂ
thought about cheating..Mrs. Seim cured me of that in the first grade.Â
 We had a think and do workbook with three questions at the end ofÂ
the story. I wasn’t sure so I copied Debbie Morinville’s paper and weÂ
both got it wrong and got F’s….Remember delivring May baskets andÂ
making bowls out of 78 records and spraying them and cigar boxesÂ
covered with macaroni with bronze colored spray paint. I can’tÂ
remember how many macaroni boxes my mom got from us kids. I alsoÂ
remember sitting out in the middle of the gravel street in DunseithÂ
before the roads were paved making mud pies. I think we lived in thatÂ
green and white barn house by the Fontaine’s and the Sister’s convent.Â
 I also remember playing with the hoola hoop with the Grossman kidsÂ
and wearing sunsuits when Sister (the crabby one) came out and told usÂ
we were sinful and were moving our bodies in sinful ways. We didn’tÂ
have a clue what she was talking about. so next time we played withÂ
the hoola hoop, we made sure she couldn’t see us so we wouldn’t go toÂ
hell.
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Dave Slyter
    In answer to Gary Metcalf, Mr. Schwab was the manager of the Great Plains Lumber Yard, owned by Farmers Union. Apparently, about the time that Mr. Schwab retired, Farmers Union decided Dunseith was only big enough for one lumber yard and brought in Harry Adams to manage
Great Plains. They dropped their prices to rock bottom. I remember for a while they were selling cement for ten cents a bag less than cost. At this time there was a Great Plains lumber yard in about every town (sort of like (Cenex) so they could make up their loss someplace else. One thing we know about Farmers Union….they don’t like private enterprise and will eliminate it anytime they can.
    Those were lean years for the Morgan Lumber Co. and the only way my Dad survived was by going into the construction business. By being able to offer the complete package (materials & labor), he was able to hang on. Eventually, Farmers Union gave up and in the middle 50s offered to sell their lumber yard to Dad. Dad bought them out, tore down the lumber sheds and rented the lot to Harvey Hobbs.
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Gary Morgan
Class of 54Â
Metcalfe ring a few bells. Pete Richard early on had gas station,
south of Hassen’s store. He had a son Pete Jr. about the age of my
brother Don Hosmer, class of 52 or 53. Later on he had the variety
store a few doors south of McCoys bar wich was just south of Hosmers
Store. I have seen Pete Jr. in Dunseith , probably at the Dunseith
Centennial in 1982.
     Bill Schwab owned the lumber yard which was east, across the alley
from the bank building. The current post office is on the southeast
corner of the lot which was included in that property. The building
was shaped like an L. One leg of the L was on the north side of
that lot, and the other leg was on the west side, backed up to the
alley. This structure held most of the lumber stock and was open.
On rainy days, if we had been on that part of town we took shelter
under the roofed areas, until Mr Schwab would politely tell us to
leave. There were not many cranky people, except the occaisional
streak KC had. Kids were all over town and in the hills, and down
at the creek.
   One time when we were in our younger teens one summer a few of us were
driving around one night after dark. Went up to the San, and up to
the water tower which still stands there. Three of us guys went up
the ladder to the walk way around the bottom of the tank to impress
the girls that were with us. The guys were Chuck Johnson, Leo Murray,
and me. Then two of us went up the ladder which rolled around the
lower guard fence, and went to the top of the tank where the red
blinking light was installed. Don”t remember who the other high
climber was, but I touched the light, and waited for a cheer, but it
never happened. The girls probably couldn’t see it, or they didn’t
care.
 My Uncle Bob Hosmer told me that when he was a kid he did things like
that in the 1920s. He walked around the bottom row of shingles which
were on top of the wooden water tower down by the depot. It was for
watering the steam engine which pulled the train out every morning
enroute to York, and then back in the evening. It was pretty high as
well. Later on we got a diesel engine on that line and we called it the
“Galloping Goose”. We grade schoolers used to ride it to Rolette for
Young Citizen League meetings as well as spelling bees, etc. Al Mogard
was the conductor on that line for along time. His family included
Gerald, Dean, Bob, Wayne, and Marlene (who was at Q125 with Wayne).
Gerald married Miss Evinrude who was my teacher in sixth grade during the
early 1940s. I thought she was the most beautiful woman in the world
then. She took away a handful of marbles which spilled out of my pocket
in class, which was a NO NO. I never got them back at the end of the
school year. So I used to tell the other kids “she was Evinrude to me”.
Sad tale.
   Sometimes these mailings really trigger a flood of remembrances.
Cheers, Bill Hosmer