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
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.Gary
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.
|Helen Francis Hill
(March 3, 1943 – December 28, 2013)
HELEN FRANCIS HILL
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.
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.
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.
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