12/31/2013 (1931)

Happy New Year Everyone
For us here in the Philippines, it is already NYE. With the inspiration of this message that I received from Hans, the Marco Polo GM and with Bernadette feeling pretty good today too, we will be going to the Marco Polo for our NYE celebration with a few of our Cebu Expat group of friends.

Dear Gary,

Thank you personally for your initiative to bring the Cebu ExPats to Marco Polo on New Year’s Eve.

Please check how Bernadette feels on the day of the 31st and if all is ok, please bring her to the Grand Ballroom, even if it is just for dinner and the start of the Bloomfields, this year’s Show-Band extraordinaire. I have 4 tickets for you, on the House, just awaiting your signal.

Bo and I wish you and Bernadette and your family a Merry Christmas.


Hans R. Hauri
General Manager &

Area General Manager – Philippines

The four complimentary tickets are for Bernadette, me and Bernadette’s two nieces, our helpers, Novie and Mirasol. In addition we purchased 2 additional tickets for Bernadette’s sister Alotte and her Sister-in-law Bebe.
With each of our monthly Expat dinners that we have had at the Marco Polo, Hans has given us four complimentary dinners on the house. Non of the other establishments have made this offer and I don’t ask. The Marco Polo is a 5 star hotel too. There are 4 five Star hotels in Cebu and numerous 4 stars. Lately we have been averaging a hundred or so folks at our monthly dinners. Not many places can handle groups larger than a hundred.
Hay stack moving memories
From Keith Pladson (’66):  Roanoke Rapids, NC
Gary, in the re-posted blog from 1/26/2008 you and Dale Pritchard discussed how Elwood would pull in haystacks with the D8 Cat.  That reminded me of others who moved hay by various means back then.  When we lived on the place where Ted Nerpel now lives we also pulled in hay stacks.  Uncle Art Pladson had an A John Deere and Dad had an old D John Deere.  The D was a little more powerful than the A, but it was so slow that you could almost keep up to it walking when it was in 3rd gear (the fasted forward gear).  Anyway, we had a fenced in hay pen behind the barn and using a cable strung between the two tractors and coordinating the right gears to use on each tractor to match the speed of each, Dad and Uncle Art would loop the cable around the haystacks and pull them from the fields into the hay pen.  Once they got those stacks moving, they slid across the ground fairly easily even on dry dirt/gravel/grass/etc.  To the best of my recollection, they pulled in a lot of hay that way over the years we lived there.

A few years later my cousin Gary Olson bought a stack mover and he moved hay stacks for us and other people all over the hills first with his M International and later with his R John Deere.  Thinking back now, he must have gotten awfully cold at times pulling those hay stacks in the middle of the winter.  As I recall he never had cabs on his tractors, so he was fully exposed to the cold air blowing over him.  I don’t know how fast either of those tractors would go, but I know he ran them pretty much full speed on the roads.  Brrrrrrr, I get cold just thinking of it.

Of course baling hay came along after that and the need to stack hay or move hay stacks became history.  When I worked for Carl Melgaard, I remember moving a lot of baled hay using Norse Knutson’s stack mover.  Most of Carl’s hay was up north near the border and Carl (as you might remember, Gary) had a Minneapolis Moline that was kind of light in the front.  Every time I took a load down the road to the building area (about four miles or so), I had to go up that hill south of Robert Pritchard’s.  And every time I did the front of that Minneapolis would come off the ground about half way up the hill.  The first time it did that it about scared me to death.  But with each subsequent load I got more and more comfortable steering with the back brakes.
Keith Pladson (66)

I remember well that Minneapolis tractor of Carl Melgaard’s. It ran on propane too. You needed that extra traction from the front end lifting to make it up that hill too. That Minneapolis was a pretty small tractor on the front of that big stack mover. I am willing to bet you coasted down all the hills, if not, you ran the chance of the Tractor jack knifing on you. As I recall, there were no brakes in those stack mover wheels? You were king of the road. 
Richard Family Photos
Reply from Colette Hosmer (’64):  Santa Fe, NM
Thank you so much for posting the Richard family photographs.  I am writing an early history of my Mom (Leona “Hosmer” Richard, who’s father was Fred Richard.) She was raised on a farm near Thorne, ND, along with her 5 brothers and sisters.  These are wonderful photos of the Richard family.

Richard Family history
Posted by David Schimetz (’79):  Mandan, ND

A long history of the Richard family in North America

     The Richard family along with several other familiar  French family names in North Dakota like the Fugere, Montpilier, Cossette, Savageau and several others I can’t think of at the moment were part of the first known settlement or settlers of North Dakota south of Fargo North Dakota called the Little Rice settlement. Some of the families stayed in the Fargo Area and several move to the Turtle mountain area in mid to late 1800’s. There is over 1.5 million people in the United States that are direct descendants of Michael Richard whom was born in the late 1500’s. Many were originally from  and some to this day are still living in the Nova Scotia area or Acadia as the Richard name is still a very common name there today like Johnson is in Minnesota or if a Johnson marries a Johnson the last name would be spelled John”sin”:)ok just a joke sorry

The English came here to mostly conquer land for the Queen while many French whom lived near or with many Indian tribes or assimilated into their culture were captured by the English and placed in a ball and chains and sent to the swamps of Louisiana and New Orleans area to be enslaved by the English for which is where most of the Cajun people came from originally. My mother’s maiden name was Stella Richard who’s family came from 3 rivers Canada or Quebec area. Mom has numerous  old picture of the 1800’s  where several family members were Priests and Nuns and pictures of some beautiful 3 story Victorian style home with a 2 seated buggy out front. There were men with tall black hats and women in beautiful gowns were present. My great grandfather Hyacinth came to the little Rice settlement with his uncle prior to coming to the hills. My great grandfather and grandmother later lived in Willow City and Great grandmother mom said had long hair to her waist she would tie in a bun during the day and let it down at night for which mom was amazed how long her hair was. During the installation  of the railroad line between Rugby and Bottineau Great grandma was the  cook for the railroad crew installing the new railroad line from Rugby to Bottineau. Moms stayed with them while attending the Catholic school in Willow City in the late 30’s and early 1940’s. They are both buried in Tarsus grave yard between Dunseith and Bottineau for which is where the  little white Catholic Church that is in Dunseith came from.


The Bouche family my grandmothers maiden name came here from New England whom was talked into selling his farm in New England by his brothers whom were already here in North Dakota. Great grandpa Bouche stayed here for a short time and hated it here so he and his wife and some of the younger kids move to  Sioux City Iowa where he ran a grocery store. I found his death certificate that stated he died from arsenic poisoning (interesting). My grandma was old enough to make the decision to stay here with numerous uncles and cousin for which a short time later she met and married George Richard who’s children were =Art, Gene, Floyd, Ernest, Irene, Stella.

Posted by Neola Kofoid Garbe:  Bottineau & Minot, ND

Helen Francis Hill
(March 3, 1943 – December 28, 2013)

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Helen Frances Hill age 70, of Bottineau passes away on December 28, 2013 in a Minot hospital after a long courageous battle with cancer. Funeral services will be held on Thursday, January 2, 2013 at 10:00 A.M. in the Our savior Lutheran Church in Bottineau. Burial will be in the Oak Creek Cemetery also in Bottineau. Visitation will be Wednesday, January 1, 2013 beginning at 11:00 A.M. until 9:00 P.M. in the Nero Funeral Home in Bottineau.

She was born on March 3, l943, in Crystal Lake, Iowa. She was the daughter of Frank and Dorothie Haan.

Helen grew up and was educated in Iowa before moving to North Dakota in 1960 where she met and married Kenneth Hill. That union ended in 1986.

During her early years in North Dakota” Helen worked at Dale’s Cafe and San Haven until it closed in mid 1980s. In 1987 Helen married Vernolle Hill and moved to Bottineau where she worked at Dakota College, The Norway House, and Family Bakery before retiring in 2011.

Helen enjoyed spending time with her family both in Iowa and North Dakota. She especially enjoyed playing cards with her husband Vernolle and a great game of Scrabble. When she wasn’t working her puzzle books, Helen spent many days traveling the four comers of North Dakota to watch her grandchildren participate in a variety of sporting activities, her favorite being hockey.

Helen is survived by her loving husband, Vernolle, of 26 years, son Troy (Robin) of Bottineau, daughter Melanie Hill (and partner, John Stewart) of St. John, son Byron (Chassidy) of Dunseith, son Lavern of Alden, MN, and daughter Lavonne (Jeremy) Henderson of Minot. 12 grandchildren, I great-grandchild and another expected in April. Brother Joe (Mary) Haan of TX, sister Mary Lloyd) Anderson of IA, numerous other family members.

She was preceded in death by her parents, Frank and Dorothie Haan, 1 sister and 1 brother in infancy, Sister Joan, and Brother Peter.

Blog posted on January 27, 2008


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Loretta Neameyer’s (72) message to Bev Morinville (72):
I thought about Bev all day yesterday (the day of her surgery). Am thankful her surgery went better than previously thought.  Bev, you have alot of friends that are thinking of you and praying for you.  May you heal and recover quickly.

It’s been fun reading all the e-mails from everyone. I, too remember alot of these memories as we moved to town in 1963. We spent lots of time with Morinville’s, Campbell’s, Malaterre’s, Evans, Hennings, Hagels, Mongeons, Martinson’s, Schimetz’s and Fontaine’s, just to name a few. They were very good times.

Loretta J. Wall (Neameyer)



Ele Deitrich’s (69) message to Deb Morniville (72):

In reply to Deb Morinville—our prayer circle is working….let’s all keep praying and Bev will make a full recovery.  I hope that she is reading these as she recuperates as we are all with her in this time of need.

Reply from Evon Lagerquist (77): 
Hi Gary, the teacher’s names that we striked for were Mr. & Mrs. Cloud. I remember him as being sort of a rebel and her as a meek, quiet little woman.
Memories from Gary Morgan (54):  
Hi Gary,

I have really enjoyed the memories of others so thought I would throw in one of my own….
Back in the days of iron men, wooden ships and leather football helmets, we played our basketball at the old city hall.  It seems like there would be a public dance there about every week so it was necessary to scrub off the dance wax before we could practice.  Every morning, after a dance, Big Ed (Ed Conroy, our superintent, not to be confused with Little Ed, our custodian, Eddie Boguslawski) would designate about half a dozen of us boys to go over and scrub the city hall.  I can’t believe I considered it a real privilege to be able to go over and scrub the hall rather than sit in a warm classroom, but I did.
My junior and senior years, it seems we had an open period at the end of the day so we would get to go to the hall for practice about 40 minutes before the coach would get there.  Herman Martinson’s bakery was just across the alley from the hall so we would load up on bismarcks and raised doughnuts before practice.  I think they were like a dime apiece or if you bought a dozen, it was a dollar.  I don’t know if Coach Jerstad ever did figure out why we would get horrendous side aches during basketball practice.

Gary Morgan
Class of 54
Message from Shirley Brennan (60):  
Dear Gary
Want to thank you forthe awesome job you have done putting this project together.
Yes Pat is my sister. She doesn’t have e-mail her last name is Groff and she lives in Bellingham Wash.
Message from Marjorie Landsverk (57): 
Hi Gary,                                                                                                                                  Jan.26
     I just sent you a article from the Good Housekeeping magazine of 1955.
How times have changed.  I think that article had to have been written by a man.  (Marjorie, it’s a great article.  I will include it with one of the future group mailings.  Gary)
     I have enjoyed reading the different e-mails from over the years and how things changed in Dunseith.  I think it only becomes important when we are in our looking back years.
     I remember Shelvers Drug store and their soda fountain that had Cherry cokes.
There was a cafe close by too.  The Red Owl store  and Hosmers, the pool hall when I was younger and the theater where the price to get in was 12 cents . I used to go to K.C.Sines store with my dad, he had a good choice of many things and especially had a variety of penny candy.  He would always give me a pear.  They lived just across the alley from us.  Sy Kadry had a store at the south end of mainstreet and he also had a variety of choices.  I got some neat clothes there, a sweater with angora trim and different colored jeans which we could wear to school.
     Sat. night was the big night and when the country folks would come to town to get groceries and the street would be full of cars.  It was fun just to watch the people.  Too bad we can’t get that back!
     My mother made a lot of my clothes and the others we sent for in Montgomery Ward or Sears and Roebuck or Speigal.catologue’s.
     When I was in highschool  we had Mr. Erickson for a band director.  I think the band was good.  I remember marching in Brandon Canada and Minot.  He wore a white and gold uniform with a high fur hat. 
     There was a lot of snow and cold but we were tough.  I went ice skating on the rink by the jail and then we would go in to the jail to warm up.  Crack the whip was scary!
     Thanks for the chance to share Gary.
                                                                             Marjorie ( Landsverk) Fish
                                                                             Horicon, Wi.  53032
     I lived just a half a block so. of the school so I could always make it.  I could hear the first bell ring and be there by the 2nd.
     My parents had kids from the country staying with them when I was real little.
It must of been harder then to get them to school.
Don Lamoureux’s (75) Memories of Mr. Johnson & the school strike:

I also have great memories of being in Mr. Jonson’s band.  I started out playing clarinet, which didn’t seem too cool for me, I hadn’t heard of Benny Goodman.  I later switched to the string bass, when that spot opened up, and was even happier when the school bought an electric bass guitar, so now I could play and be heard.
He also helped me out of a pickle during deer season one year.  I was in big rush after school to get to a hunting spot, driving my dad’s 4 wheel drive jeep pickup, and was tearing up the hill past Sime’s to get to a spot before dark. I mean to get to a spot where I could hunt until dark.  I rounded a curve to discover that an oncoming school bus and I were going to be occupying the same space shortly.  I swerved to get out of the way, missed the bus, but put the truck into a spin, I did a 360 and then went backwards off the road and down the ditch.�
I know I was closer to some other folks, but didn’t feel like confessing my crappy driving to anyone else, so I walked down to Mr. Johnson’s.  He fired up a tractor and we went back to pull it out.  The ditch was pretty steep, and the only thing that kept it from going farther down the ditch was the tree I managed to wedge the truck up against.  I think Mr. Johnson had to go back home to get a chainsaw. It’s not real clear to me, because I was pretty much dreading having to go back home and face the music there, so to speak.  Mr. Johnson tied the truck off to the tractor, buzzed the tree down, yanked the truck out, and sent me on my way.  Mr. Johnson must have called ahead to smooth out the waters, because it really wasn’t that bad when I got home.  Probably Dad could see nothing was going to make me feel worse than I already did. There still was the inevitable lecture of course, but then he told me of a time as a kid he was driving one of the brand new cars from the garage, and wrecked that.
I can also recall spending many fall days looking for grouse and pass-shooting ducks at Mr. Johnson’s.
School strike
I don’t remember if we had any out and out strikes when I was in school, but I do remember there was an uproar when the girls in our class got fed up with having to wear dresses and all showed up in school wearing pants.  I can also remember something happened where we all felt school was more like prison, and somebody came up with the bright idea of devising unique prison numbers we could all wear. The first number was our year followed by a zero, followed by where were in our class numerically, based on our last name.  So we all walked around with prison numbers for a couple weeks.
Don Lamoureux (75)