Wow, how we all have a different perspective on teachers. In reply to Larry’s remarks on Don Prouty. I thought he was one of my two favorite teachers, the other being, Bill Allen. In 1962, Don Prouty was making $4750 per year, he asked for a $300 a year raise and was turned down. I liked him so much that I went to the businesses in town, seeking donations, so that Mr. Prouty would stay. I got a little over $7.00, evidently the people in town did not have the same affection for Don Prouty as I did. I gave it to him and he bought a pair of golf shoes. Don Prouty contacted me in 1990 and we have continued a wonderful relationship since, as a matter of fact, I just received a Christmas letter from him and his wonderful wife, Bernie. I have visited with he and his wife in Bismarck many times over the years. He and I have enjoyed many rounds of golf. I wonder how many other people have that type of relationship with a school teacher after 50 years? I feel so blessed to have had Don Prouty as my teacher, coach, mentor and friend. Dunseith was a better place because of him and many other fine teachers that we were blessed to have. Merry Christmas to all.
I’ve really enjoyed all the e-mails – brings back a lot of memories. Also makes me wonder what the heck I was doing when all those things were going on! Has anyone brought up ‘Beer Can Alley’?
I saw your question about Deer Heart Lodge – it was up in the hills not far from Mary & Chester Hill. Marvel may have some info on it, her brother Kenny used to live there after it ceased to be an attraction for the public. She could probably answer any questions.
My Mom still talks about her visit to Alaska and how glad she was to be able to talk with you. She enjoyed reminiscing about your Dad and others. Mom just turned 90 and is doing very well. She’s now living in the Haaland Home in Rugby, so if you ever pass by that way stop in and say hi.
My oldest son spent 2 1/2 years near Eagle, Alaska. He just left a couple months ago. I was hoping he’d stay longer so we could make another trip up there but it wasn’t to be. Now that Mom sold her house and land in Dunseith I probably won’t go back there much. Will be spending time in North Dakota on the farms with Pennie and Joanne.
Keep the memories going in your dialogues with Gary Stokes et al. I’m mostly a voyeur, so won’t be writing much!
Hope 2008 is a good year for you and your family. Take care.
Colette Hosmer’s (64) reply to Larry Hackman (66):
In 1960′s I bought John’s farm, a piece at a time, north of Dunseith, two miles west of the Indian Day School. I stayed with John through a winter. He made some head cheese, since John made it, I tried it. It was o.k. John was 86 years old at that time. One cold winter night, John went to town, came home about 11 pm and I said, “Where you been John?” and he replied, “Well, we had a meeting at the Red Owl store. (his sons Lucien and Albert had died within a short time of each other) I cleaned up the cooler, put new papers all around and stopped at the Tap for a drink.” “There is a guy giving that Lowell (Leonard, bartender) a hard time. I said, “Well, what did you do John?” and he said, “I put him in a vice.” (grabbed him by the neck) all of this in his French brogue. One day we woke up to about 4 feet of fresh snow, Sherm Burcham’s barn had collapsed and pinned the cows in their stantions, so I took my snowmobile, “see you later, John” and headed NW about 4 miles, snow was so deep the snowmobile would hardly get through it. That night I came back home to John’s pretty late, after taking asprin to the neighbors, Gagnon’s, brought Alvin Hogenson back home to town from the farm, I said to John, “I have a couple calves that need watering in the barn.” He said, “I took care of that”. A year later I found two pieces of plywood with string, Old John had made snowshoes, carried water all the way to the barn, shoveled out the barn door and watered those calves. Remember he was 86 years old!