Gary’s comment to Eldon Berg’s reply below
Eldon, I am guessing that you completed 8th grade in Bottineau before moving to Everett. You must remember most all of your class mates from the BHS class of 1966 and they you too. I know that your mother was a very close friend of Bernice Stewart too, whom so many of our readers remember also. Off the top of my head, several of your relatives that are on our distribution are Bonnie (Monte) Berg Espe and Sue Berg, both of whom are your first cousins. With your Aunt Mabel Berg having been married to Clarence Berg who was a brother to Erling gets you tied to that family too. Your family has many connections, through marriages, to many of the folks from the Overly/Ommee areas. To name several, the Schoonovers’s and the Drew’s
Reply from Eldon Berg: Kenmore, WA.
How do you remember all that info and do excellent blog post almost every day, I am lucky to get 1 blog post a month.
I am just a young buck, graduated from Everett High School in 1966 and we live in Kenmore, WA just south of Everett maybe 15 miles. Thanks for kind write up.
I hope the others enjoy seeing pictures of the many towns in ND like I did. It looks like that guy spent a few years photographing the towns, by the looks of the pics, I have a hunch he likes old signs. I found the pics interesting but at the same time it is sad to see how many towns have gone by the wayside.
Keep up the good work.
Reply to Dick Johnson (’68)
From Mel Kuhn (’70): melku St. John, ND
I woud just like to say that I agree with Larry about Dick. I had pretty much given up on Dick back in the school days but I’m trying again now that he has some years on him[quite a few years]. His wife Brenda has had a good influence on him but there is only so much you can do with an old Norwegian. She herself being Norwegian kind of limits her too. Sorry Brenda. I did buy him a box of color crayons and tablet with the wide lines so that he can take notes[or draw pictures] of important things to remember. This seems to have helped some, at least he can find his own way home now. There are quite a few people around here that kind of-you know-keep and eye out for him so that he doesn’t get into too much trouble. So if anyone sees Dick somewhere and he seems confused please see if you can help him out. Maybe just draw him a picture in his book what he needs to do for the day and he should be OK.
San Haven Ghost town Web link
From Diane Millang Volk (’77): Sherwood, ND
Reply to house photo posted yesterday
From Bonnie Awalt Houle (’56): Becker, MN
Gary the home in 1627 at one time belonged to Leonard Cote and then was sold to Lawrence and Ruth Hetle. They lived on the corner across from the Catholic Church, My Parents John and Gertrude Awalt were next then Bena Fassett, last on that street were the Campbells.
Bonnie Awalt Houle (56)
Reply to house photo posted yesterday
From Lloyd Awalt (’44): Bottineau, ND
The house that Larry wants to know is or was built by Mr. Al Horsman. Leonard Cote bought it, then Lawrence Hetle bought it. As far as I know his daughter lives there now. My folks lived in the house just south of it.
Cebu Philippines – Mixing and Pouring Cement
I just took these pictures of the two guys I have mixing and pouring the cement floor in our new garage. The guy outside mixes all the cement by hand. He then places the mixed cement in the two buckets and dumps them on the garage floor for the guy inside to level out and trowel. They average about 250 SQ FT per day. It takes a bit longer than what we are used to in the states, but with lower wages, they are not breaking the bank either. The guy mixing gets $6.00/day and the guy finishing the cement gets $7.00/day These guys are excellent cement masons too. As you can see in the door opening to the right in the top picture, the door jam is entirely cement and is ready for a door.Take note of the construction shoes these guys are wearing. I am willing to bet that neither one of these guys owns a pair of shoes.
Joke of the day
Posted by Belgarde (’72): Bemidji, MN
Mildred, the church gossip, and self-appointed monitor of the church’s morals, kept sticking her nose into other people’s business.
Several members did not approve of her extra-curricular activities, but feared her enough to maintain their silence.
She made a mistake, however, when she accused Frank, a new member, of being an alcoholic after she saw his old pickup parked in front of the town’s only bar one afternoon.
She emphatically told Frank (and several others) that every one seeing it there would know what he was doing!
Frank, a former Marine and man of few words, stared at her for a moment and just turned and walked away.
He didn’t explain, defend, or deny. He said nothing.
Later that evening, Frank quietly parked his pickup in front of Mildred’s house…. walked home…. and left it there all night.
(You gotta love Frank!)