There has been no wind for a stretch of time here ay the foot hills ofÂ
the mountains.

These foggy days  have aided and abetted  Jack Frost’s daily efforts of
painting  the trees, bushes and fences.   Each day we get up toÂ
another coat of frost.

Early this morning, my dogs made their yard  reconnaissance noting oneÂ
sturdy ash  tree
had  met its demise under last nights frosty visit .

After a day at  school  I came home to two terriers with cabin fever.
They were ready for their “coats” to accompany me in the auto
  to our area supercenter 24 hour store.

The boys enjoy the ride and sit in the car while I shop.
Ah HA!
And it was a very beneficial trip for me!

I met Donna Fugere in the dairy section.
She  told me she  needed to speak to me about the blog.
She isn’t a recipient of this blog but her daughter  passesÂ
information to her.

Donna told me indeed the Olingers lived in Dunseith.
Ole drove school bus for Fugere and Hill and Mrs. Olinger, i.e.Â
Josephine
was a nurse at Dunseith Nursing home when Mrs. Fugere was theÂ
administrator.

Donna said Josephine Oliger had been a  government nurse.
Retirement fron the government  brought she and Ole to Dunseith.

I asked Donna, “Was Josephine a registered nurse?”
   She said,  “Yes and a good one.”

This is one of the threads of information  i.e. questions I haveÂ
pondered on.
Ole had said she was a wonderful nurse.
…”Aye, But I knew, she was his sweetheart too.”

Now, I will share more of what my dad told me about the Josephine.

He said, Josephine Olinger was very proud to have been one of the veryÂ
first
American Indian women to be a registered nurse in the United States.
I believe Dad said she got her Registered Nursing degree in 1929.

Also, she and Ole made reference,
  when  Josephine was getting  her degree she
  sat for an artist sketching for  “Land O’ Lakes”.

(Hense, that’s another reason,why I was in awe of her
Josephine was not a braggart, she was very quiet and unassuming)
After receiving her degree, she worked all over the states.
  She met Ole when he was in the military.
  She told my dad, one year she vaccinated over 1,500
Indian people traveling all over  the country to many reservations.
  She was a traveling nurse and Ole was her driver.

It is my hope  through more research I  can find  more to Olinger Story.

For some reason, I am likea terrier.
  Once I get a bite (hum.curiousity.)
  I can’t release until I solve the mystery.

Many thanks Pam (Fugere) for putting the information out to your mum

Winter is coming tomorrow. I wonder if there will be another layer ofÂ
frost?

  Until later Gary and friends Happy Winter!
Vickie

A brief response to Dale Pritchard’s input on termites.  I’ve often felt that one of the good things about ND is that it is too cold for termites – or at least I don’t remember ever seeing them when I was growing up.  Conversely, anybody who has ever lived on the East or Gulf Coasts of the US for any period of time has probably had some less than positive experience with these little critters.  When Alice and I bought our first home back in the mid-seventies, we found out just how bad the problem could be.  About five months after we had moved in, they swarmed (inside) and we literally had thousands and thousands of these winged critters in our house (they swarm like that when the old colony gets too overcrowded and the winged ones set out to establish now colonies – these are not the ones that cause all the damage, the ones that do the damage look somewhat like white grains of rice and they do not have wings).  Our daughter (the only child we had at that time and who was only about four years old) was scared to death of them and wouldn’t even go to her bedroom or to the bathroom by herself because they were swarming all over inside he house.  To make a long story short, by the time they swarmed, they had already done considerable damage to our home – completely eaten up all of the studs (about eight to ten) down an interior wall (fortunately a non weight bearing wall), the floor plate and even the paper in the drywall between the mortar in the drywall and the paint over the top of it.  We ended up having to do considerable repairs to the house and over the next seven or eight years to have the house treated three different times.  No fun!

Keith Pladson (66)