12/17/2013 (1917)

Happy  Birthday  Kenny  Nerpel  (DHS  ’65):  Rugby,  ND
Nerpel, Ken
Reply from Debbie Mongeon Cernuhous (’66):  River Falls, WI
That looks like Jim Mongeon dancing with Brenda. 
Merry Christmas to all,
Snowing and cold in Wisconsin, but due for a little warm up.
                                                   Brenda Hill Mueller
 Hill Mueller, Brenda 1916
Don Prouty (HS teacher)
Reply from Colette Hosmer (’64):  Santa Fe, NM
Hi Dennis,

It made me happy to read your words about Don Prouty.  He was my favorite teacher, too, and I’ve often wondered what happened to him.  His literature class was the best.  I can still remember his ability to transfer his love and enthusiasm for poetry and great writers to kids like myself.  His considerable powers also included getting us girls to hand wash your hard-worn basketball jerseys.  I never knew guys could sweat so much.
Loved your comment about the $7.00 and the golf shoes.  Please say hi to Mr. Prouty for me.
Don Prouty (HS teacher)
Reply from Allen Richard (’65): AllenRndmn@aol.com Midland, MI
About Don Prouty—- I share Dennis Dubois views.  He and Bob Jury arrived the same year.  Both first year teachers as I recall.  Both were really good guys and good teachers.  I’ve not had contact with Don for many years.  Last time was when in the legislature and the legislature was making the lives of driving schools miserable.  I think I helped — but that was a long time ago. I hope he is doing well.
A small world story
From David Schimetz (’79):  Mandan, ND

 A small world story-


  I remember my Dad telling me a story about him and Johnny Hill and not sure whom else maybe one of the Tenecores traveled to the west coast “Seattle” area sometime I believe in the mid to late 1940’s.They got a room in the downtown Seattle area or Fisherman Warf area of town. My dad said it was the most disgusting room he ever stayed in as he open up the dresser drawer and a HUGE rat came flying out of the drawer. Back then it was the gangster era so the guys all tried to look tuff and dress up like a gangster. We actually have a picture with Johnny and Dad and I think there was a Tennicore in the photo in a make shift jail all in hand cuffs. Anyways Dad was thirsty so he headed towards the nearest bar a couple of blocks away.


 As he was getting closer he heard fighting going on and loud crashes and things breaking. Obviously he thought hell had broken loose in that bar as sailors were flying out the door head first. Dad walked in anyways just to see the live entertainment and also he was still thirsty so what the hell he entered the bar. Tables were broken, glasses were smashed and 2  big guys were kicking the butts of a bar full of bunch of sailors. All of a sudden the two big guys stopped for a moment and turned at dad and said Hi Louie what the hell are you doing here. Turn out it was the Metcalfe boys not sure which ones but they were having a ball Dad said learning the sailors. Dad said they were all happy to be heading back to North Dakota as it was way to wild and noisy for them….I wish I had more details but that’s all I remember…


Dad had a knack of entering some pretty rowdy and dangerous bars as he was actually shot after leaving one in Minneapolis as a mugger tried to hold him up. Dads response (loud squeal first) as he told his mugger to get a !@#$%^ job and earn it like everybody else you worthless little SOB.BOOM he was shot above the knee cap…I remember he called home afterword’s as he had missed his train to Rugby mom was wondering where he was because he wasn’t at the A.C. Bar. Mom asked him (I was on the other phone) Louis where are you his reply was priceless…Well I’ve been shot! A 22 round just above the knee cap…Police should up as dad was sitting on the boulevard and the policeman said I heard gunshots dad replied well ya I’ve been shot for Christ sakes….The police man said what did he look like dad said he was black who the hell knows!

Blog posted on January 11, 2008


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Bev Morinville’s (72) reply – Cancer:
Deb,,,,,it’s a tough 0ne but with the LORD I plan on winning.tough part will be not talking cause u know how I LOVE TO talk. pray for me please, BEV
Allen Richard’s (65) Reply to Cheryl Kester (70)
First of all your Dad was a beloved friend of my family, working as a youth for my Grandpa Pigeon, later as our fuel provider and as he guy who did perfectly adjusted reloads for my deer hunting ammo.
But to Beer Can Alley — frankly I’m not sure where that was exactly — I had lots of beer cans and deposited them in lots of alleys —- but we owned a quarter section — formerly farmed by Sal Schneider, Karen’s Dad. This place was 3 miles west of Dunseith, and about a mile south — South of the Ernest LaCroix place. I think if not beer can alley, it would be beer can 2.
Dad was tired of all the trash, and he approached somebody — I don’t remember who, but the person was widely suspected of partying there. Dad said he didn’t really care if they were there, but he wished they would at least put all the trash in one pile. Within a couple of weeks the whole place had been cleaned up and all the bottles and cans were in a pile that would take more than one pick up truck to haul away.
So if any of you want to fess up to partying there send your notes to my sister, Stephanie — ’70. She now owns the land after dad died.
Allen Richard
Memories from Ron Longie (65):


I remember the old school yard where we used to play dodge ball, Dean Helgeson,Ron and Allen Richard, Billy Grady, Dennis Persian, Jerry Walett, Mark Anderson, Skip VanDel, well you get the jist of it all the guys, and girls, it was a grand time to be young, playing marbles in the spring,and no better place to experience grade school than Dunseith Public in the “OLE WHITE SCHOOL’. Thanks Tim for the memories.

Ron Longie