I have always considered, Grandma Seim as my adopted grandma. And
enjoying lutefisk and rulepolse as well as lefse ……me thinks, I
must be of Norweigian descent too, considering all that wonderful
stuff she and John Seim instilled in mentoring and influencing my
dad. I never knew Mr. Seim as he passed while dad was in the navy.
All I ever called Ingrid Seim was Grandma as she requested. I loved
her and I loved Art and Eva. Our farms share a strong fence line.
Dear Hearts and gentle people……

I was fortunate to share Grandma with Conrid Metcalfe, Margaret,
Marion and Edwin Seim. Conrid was my cousin through the Metcalfe
blood line. But, Art and Eva’s family were major part of our family
as well. I consider Margaret as my………. Seim Cousin.

The Seims were active in the Dunseith Community. Ingrid ie. Grandma
Seim was one of the original International Peace Garden Music Camp
cooks. John and Ingrid Seim both immigrants of Norway were faithful
and active in the support of Little Prairie Church. I was told by my
friends ie. Carroll C. and Art S. at different times, in the early
1900’s, in the community, John Seim, Lude Peterson, and Peter
Carlson were called THE BIG THREE.

Eva Berube Seim originally from Thorne, was a long time teacher.
She first taught at rural country schools then at Dunseith Public.
The young Eva, of Thorne and of French descent,while teaching at
rural Schools met Arthur Seim of Norweigan descent. Art converted
to the Catholic faith and they married.
Eva entered into the Dunseith rural community of the hills….which
was predominately Scandinavian in the 1920’s. Eva continued to be
strong in her Catholic faith. From her we garnered strong unwavering
faith, pea soup and Boston Raisin Round bread. She brought her own
attributes and talent into the community.

Their son, Edwin also graduated from Dunseith High. Marion holds
special memories for me as well.. At Art’s funeral I discussed with
Marion, something I’d ever shared with anyone else…… the only
doll.. I named myself…I named using Marion’s name as a
“Sister_____-_______ “. No one knew where I got such a name from…
I was a foxy thinking 4 year old and by naming that doll, claimed my
first independent thought from my older sibling…..I
interchanged/flipped the two names. I recall my sister older sister
Nancy was quite chagrined at the time because I did not allow her to
name this particular doll as she had all my others. She couldn’t
figure out that name and was quite perturbed. I would not be
budged. And never told any one the origin until that November day
while saying goodbye to Art, with Marion,Margaret and Edwin.

Anyway, Gary my hope is that Margaret will enjoy your blog as much
as I and all the others who continue to gather and commune on
remembering Dunseith. As ever, Vickie.