1/28/2013 (1705)

Campbell Family
Reply from Cathy Campbell Springan (’73):  Stanley, ND
 
Hi Gary,
I would like to thank everyone for all of the kind words they have shared about Dad. It is so nice to hear what an influence he had on other people as well as on us, his family! We had a beautiful celebration of his life yesterday and were honored to see so many Dunseith friends at the service. Dad lived a good life and, for that, we are thankful

The picture I have on Facebook is an older one of my family with Dad and Mom….our son, Gregg; daughter, Sara, my folks; me; my husband, Steve. Our daughter has since married…wish I could have found a picture including her husband, but I was looking quickly through my photos!!
 
Thank you,
Cathy
 
 
 

Allan Campbell Memories
From Aime Casavant (’66): Jamestown, ND
 
Alan Campbell was the first financial professional I had ever met and he left a lasting impression.  The story is a bit humorous, but it was the way Alan handled it that made one of those “coming of age” things for a young man.
 
I was 15, Gerald my brother was about 17.   We listened in Mr. Jury’s civics class and in Mr Olson’s business class about financing, loans, interest, money flow, currency and a medium of exchange et. al.  After school we started talking on the bus. We had worked out the summer before hauling bales and doing farm work, we must have made a total of about $60 between  us.  We wanted a car.  So we got this idea that we would go to the Security State Bank the next day and talk to Alan Campbell about giving us a loan to buy a car.  Gerald was like that, he was always eager to take what he learned in the classroom and try it in the real world.
 
We were sure of our employment, we were told we would be hired next summer by the farmers, move on up, do haying and summer fallow.  We figured that would be where the “big money was.”
 
Well, we walked in, no appointment, talked to whomever would greet us and asked if we could talk to Alan Campbell.  The lady told us to wait, came back and ushered us into his office.  If I remember it was a very small bank.  We told Alan (without introducing ourselves but of course, he knew of which family we were, I’m sure) we found this 1955 Chevy we could buy for $150.  Depending on all that we learned in Jury’s and Olson’s class, we thought we would be able to handle this business deal quite well.  
 
Alan was nothing less than professional, as if he was dealing with a $10,000 loan for a farmer. He talked to us just a little bit, asked if we had drivers licenses which we proudly said yes and I remember one of us saying we could drive trucks and tractors (we did not say how “competently” but that we could do it).  He told us about percentage rates and asked us how we would pay this money back. We told him we worked the summer before, this was spring and we expected to be working all summer. He did not ask how much we made, but did ask in a very professional way how much we intended to put as a “down payment.”  Gerald and I looked at each other.  We scratched our heads  (kind of worriedly like it was a class quiz and thought the same thing “oh yea, there is a down payment).  Well, we just kind of stuttered and stammered.  Professionally he ask how much we might have.  We checked our wallets and pockets.  It was under $8.00 or so.  
 
Alan explained some new things to us like “bank policy” and “down payments” and their purpose and protection of the banks securities which we half understood.  He suggested that when we earn $20 each,  we open a joint account and when we had enough money for a down payment of $50, the bank would like our business if we kept an account open.  I felt both proud and a bit embarrassed.  I remember we left and one of us said, “boy, he was really nice to us.”
 
After that, it never failed.  When we saw Alan Campbell on the street or at a school function, he always took the time to say “hi” to us.  I remember after a class play, he stopped and congratulated me on the play.  My first lesson in the real world of financial responsiblility.  Alan Campbell.
 
Aime
 
 
Eleanor Metcalfe Nerpel and Marjorie Kester
Posting from Vickie Metcalfe (’70):  Bottineau, ND
 
Hello Gary and friends,

Today, I visited my  (2) cousins, “Eleanor”,  at Rugby’s Haaland Home.
I really am fond of both.
So it is a treat for me to go see each of them!

I found  Eleanor N. viewing the birds.
She gave me a lesson on the various kinds within the cage.

Whilst walking through  the hall, to her room,
Eleanor (Metcalfe) Nerpel and I  began  discussing  silent movies.

Soon we met  Marjorie Kester who shared a fond memory from her
childhood.
Mrs. Kester told of  attending a  silent movie she  went to  as a child.

She  said,  at the time, it was special time  to go to the movies
with  a group of  friends
Each individual  paid  the general  admittance fee of  1 dime.

The excited friends went into sit down and  watched, the silent  movie.

Marjorie says she didn’t remember much about the show except the title,
_________She thinks it was called_____”Rubber Tires”

It was when the last intermission came,
  it was discovered the last reel was not there.
NO ending.
  It had not been sent.

The theatre  owners apologized and refunded each of those in
attendance 10 cents.
No one  was upset, nobody minded, and they never cared  how it ended.

Mrs. Kester said,  “Everyone had a good time watching the first part
of the movie.”
A wonderful gathering of friends, who were especially  excited, on the
long walk home
because, each  still had  10 cents in the pocket.”

Does anyone recall the name of the last silent movie shown at the
Dunseith Theatre?

Or, the name of the first “talkie” shown?
My cousin Eleanor  believes the last silent  movie was  starring 
*Charlie Chaplin*.

Until later,
Thanks.
Vickie

 
San Have Articles published in the Bottineau Courant
Provided by Scott Wager from the Bottineau Courant
 
Thank you so much Neola for this gentle reminder. I really dropped the ball with this one.  
 
I posted the first series of 7 and then forgot to post the remaining 6. That was several months ago too. Starting today, I am going to start all over again with Series one and post one or two series each day until I have posted all seven.
 
Gary
 
 
San Haven – Series one of Seven
 By SCOTT WAGAR Bottineau Courant

In the summer months of 1981 in Jamestown, N.D., a construction company was constructing an apartment complex when it accidentally unearthed nine linear and nine conical mounds while preparing the footings for the complex. Within three of the mounds, 75 Native American were found buried, which included a female Indian between the ages of 35 to 45, and who was found to have had tuberculosis of the hip bone. The radiocarbon dates of the hip bone dated to around 980 A.D., granting North Dakota with one of the oldest paleontological specimens of TB found on the North American Continent.

Although finding TB in the State of North Dakota during the time John the Apostle was writing the Book of Revelation, little is known about TB until the beginning of the 1900s when this disease made an appearance in the state, and marked it for death.

As TB made its way across the state killing numerous individuals and bringing fear to all its’ communities, the Turtle Mountains gained a sense of immortality as the only place in North Dakota where one could go to be saved from TB; and, it came due to special circumstance that could only be found in the Turtle Mountains.     

In the “Biennial Report of the State Board of Health to the Governor of North Dakota for the Years of 1901 and 1902,” Dr. H.H. Healy made a quick reference in his report about TB, After careful inquiry I believe that the state is remarkably free from this disease.”

Two years later, when it came time for Healy to write the state health report, he was so ill with TB he could not write or present the report to Gov. Frank White.

Healy would recover from his TB, but the majority of the state would not be as lucky as Healy, as death rates increased across the state due to TB.  By 1908, the statistics on TB were alarming.

“One death in every ten, excluding stillbirths and those who died from violence, is due to it (tuberculosis),” the state health report stated. “At this rate, assuming our population to be 500,000 residents, there will die of tuberculosis in our state 50,000 of those now living.

With an alarming rate of TB deaths in North Dakota, Dr. James Grassick and Dr. Fannie Dunn Quain founded the Anti-Tuberculosis Association of North Dakota in 1909 immediately began lobbying the state to construct a sanatorium.

Through Grassick and Quian’s hard work, the two physicians saw some positive results from lobbying with the state’s leadership as they went into the 1909 legislative session, obtaining $10,000 to purchase land for a state run sanatorium, along with a board to oversee the project.

The board consisted of Gov. John Burke, the newly elected democratic governor to North Dakota; Grassick as the newly appointed superintendent of the State Board of Health; Dr. G.F. Ruediger of the public health laboratory; Quain and C.J. Lord of Cando.     

For the most part in 1909, the word sanatorium wasn’t a familiar term in North Dakota. The word comes from the Latin word, sanare, which when translated into English, means “to heal.” Sanatoriums had its beginnings in the United States starting in 1884 when Dr. Edward Trudeau of New York was diagnosed with the disease. Learning of his fate, he made the decision to spend the remainder of his days resting in the Adirondack Mountains.

While living in the Adirondacks, Trudeau discovered that instead of health failing, his health improved. He theorized that rest, fresh air and a good balance diet in an isolated area with proper altitude and low moisture rates could save a person’s life.

In 1884, Trudeau put his theory into practice and opened the Adirondack Cottage Sanatorium. Trudeau’s theory and sanatorium was successful and by the turn of the century sanatoriums were opening up nationwide.

In North Dakota, after gaining funding to purchase land for a sanatorium, the five board members started looking for best the location to construct the state’s sanatorium and soon found themselves on the south-east side of the Turtle Mountains just northeast of Dunseith.

Like Trudeau’s Adirondack Mountains, the state board felt the Turtle Mountains was the best place to locate to construct a sanatorium, because it held the right climatic conditions for TB patients, which included of high altitude, low moisture rates and all in an isolated area.

The site was also protected on the north and west sides by hills and trees, the site offered fresh water with lakes and springs and the ground’s soil was very fertile for growing crops. The land was perfect to construct an isolated community where people could come and recover from TB.

By choosing this land in the Turtle Mountains, the state also acquired an additional 100 acres of land as a gift to the state. The board made the decision to purchase the site and secured it for $4,052.

Although pleased with the funding they received to purchase the land and prepare it for a sanatorium, Grassick and Quain were disappointed that no allocations were made to construct the building, leaving them with land, but no building to start caring for victims of TB in the state.

Burke, who was a strong supporter of sanatoriums, and great orator, spoke on the issue during the opening of the Twelfth Legislative Session of North Dakota in his State to State address to the joint session of the North Dakota Congress in 1911.

“We have expanded altogether $4,052 for land and $4,119 for the lay out of the land. We have $1,8000 of the appropriations still unexpended,” Burke said. “We have expanded about $100,000 in the last two years fighting disease in animals. Surely we can afford to spend a little fighting this dreaded disease among our own kind. Everywhere war is being waged against the Great White Plague. It is no longer an experiment. We know that consumptives are being cured everyday in sanatoriums throughout the land. Let us not be behind the times in this respect.”

Twenty days later, Rep. Wesley Fassett of Dunseith, introduced House Bill 155 as “a bill for an act to provide for the establishment and government of a State Tuberculosis Sanatorium,” Fassett said in the House chamber with great determination, which was passed unanimously in both the house and senate with $25,000 allocated to construct an administration building; $3,000 for cottages to be built where patients would be located and treated, $1,000 for equipment; $1,000 for stock and poultry and %500 to construct a barn. 

The bill also included that a board be appointed to oversee the project. Burke appointed William Gottbrecht of Dunseith to be the president of the board; Dr. D. Lemieux of Dunseith the secretary, Dr. J.P. Widmeyer of Rolla the superintendent along Marion Edwards of Rolette and Grassick.

The board hired H.G Lykken of Grand Forks as the consulting engineer; W.J. Edwards of Grand Forks as the architect of the administration building and the Northern Construction Company of Grand Forks to construct the water, sewer and administration building.

After four long years, Grassick and Quain’s patience and determination to bring a state sanatorium to North Dakota finally paid off in the later part of November 1912 when the North Dakota Tuberculosis Sanatorium received its first patient; and, a future that would change North Dakota in infinite detail.

 

Upholstering in the Philippines
 
Bernadette is having our couches re-upholstered. The outfit she hired has done a lot of work for her in the past, but always at their shop. When they came back yesterday to install the upholstering, it needed some adjustments, so they brought their sewing machine over. I was very surprised to see this old Singer Treadle machine, very similar to the one my mother had back in the 40’s and 50’s. I asked them if they used an electric machine in their shop and they said. “No, all of our machines are like this one.” It is amazing, the great  workmanship quality of their work too. 
 
 
 
Bernadette playing cards with the next door neighbor and Gaga, our helper.
She has not left the premises in about 3 weeks now.
 
  
Joke of the Day
Posted by Bernice Belgarde (’72):  Bemidji, MN
 
An atheist was seated next to a little girl on an airplane and he turned to her and said, “Do you want to talk? Flights go quicker if you strike up a conversation with your fellow passenger.”

The little girl, who had just started to read her book, replied to the total stranger, “What would you want to talk about?”

“Oh, I don’t know,” said the atheist. “How about why there is no God, or no Heaven or Hell, or no life after death?” as he smiled smugly.

“Okay,” she said. “Those could be interesting topics but let me ask you a question first. A horse, a cow, and a deer all eat the same stuff – grass. Yet a deer excretes little pellets, while a cow turns out a flat patty, but a horse produces clumps. Why do you suppose that is?”

The atheist, visibly surprised by the little girl’s intelligence, thinks about it and says, “Hmmm, I have no idea.”  To which the little girl replies, “Do you really feel qualified to discuss God, Heaven and Hell, or life after death, when you don’t know s—?”

And then she went back to reading her book.