No Blog yeaterday
For the record I did not get a blog posted yesterday.
Gary
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Happy Birthday Floyd Dion (DHS ’45): Dunseith, ND
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Larry Hackman’s (’66) message to Dick Johnson (’68):
Dick
I talked this over with Henry and the folks never did own a 1962 Chevy. The last Chevrolet they owned was a maroon 1948 Chevrolet, that they traded off on the 1955 green Plymouth Savoy. I can still remember the salesman, Bud Stole of Mc Quires Auto Sales, Rugby, ND 1956, kept on bringing that car around and having the the folks drive it around town . They finally gave in and bought it and it was the family car through the rest of the fifties. I don’t know if was the best decision they ever made, but it served the purpose. I know after the Plymouth quit on her, mom went and bought herself the 1957 Ford. Tony put a V8 engine in the Plymouth and then we boys took sole possession of that car and put it through hell. Yes, that was Tony and Marvin over at Johnny Leonard’s checking out the new shotgun. I wasn’t there but I remember hearing the story, now that you brought it up. I pasted a picture of Tony’s 1963 Chevrolet below.
Larry
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Larry,Thanks for the pictures! I sure do remember Tony’s ’63 Impala SS. I would say it was the nicest car in town at the time. He used to put it in the south stall at the Standard station on north Main Street when they weren’t busy. Probably just to keep it out of the sun etc. Many times I went over and looked inside just to drool over that 4 speed shifter!!!! That was just a dream for us kids at that time. After you mentioned that your folks didn’t get a ’60 (not 62) Chevy after the Plymouth, I wonder if it was Orphela Robert and Dorothy that had a white ’60 Chevy 4 door?? Maybe I had that mixed up. I did have the green Savoy at Leonards right but couldn’t remember which of you guys were there when ‘Scum’ pulled the trigger and sent the shotgun sliding across the gravel.
I had a good talk with Tony and Lawrence Hetle at Kelvin a couple years ago. I asked Lawrence if he remembered the time his ‘wire through the dash throttle’ stuck wide open on him when he was pulling out of the drive in? He got this sly look and said, “DO I REMEMBER? I damn near SHIT!” He came so close to hitting the north side of your house that some of the kids at the drive in covered their heads sure he was going right in! It snapped back off when he bounced over the curb and he idled back home about 5 miles an hour. He had stuck a big Lincoln or Mercury monster engine in his red and white ’57 Ford hard top and was kind of showing off a bit. It was sure a close call.
Dick
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Henry Hackman’s (’65) car collection
Posted by Larry Hackman (’66): Bismarck, ND
Dick
Here is some pictures of the cars that Henry owned back in his Dunseith days. Maybe the pictures will jar your memory.
I don’t have a picture of the 63 Olds. The pictures shown of the 63 Olds are not of Henry’s Olds. but of one like it including the color. The color of Henry’s Olds was a metalic dusty pink, with a white top, pretty car.
I have never seen another Oldsmobile of this shape or color that I can remember.
I gave Henry a call and he said that he bought the 1953 white and black Mercury from Tony in 1961. He wrecked it a mile north of your place on highway 43 after we finished swimming at School Section Lake one night. He must have been tired after working all day and then swimming until almost dark. Anyway he missed the stop sign and we got broadsided. That heavy old Mercury went straight across 43 and settled on an approach. The car that hit us ended up spinning around and around in the middle of the road like a top. The Ross Brennen family who lived on the corner, heard the crash and all came out to see if we were alright. Everyone walked away from that crash, because the automobiles were done for. Henry sold his to Neameyer,s Wrecking Shop in Rolla.
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Laurel Hiatt (’66) Deceased
Picture from Rod Hiatt (’69): Bottineau, ND
Gary
Here is a picture of Laurel doing what he loved, being out and about with his horses. Thats one of the things that he and my Dad had in common, was the knowledge and love of their horses.
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Pritchard Pictures
Posted by Dale Pritchard (’63): Leesville, LA.
Gary,
Here are a few more pictures. The first is identified as much as we can at this time. The last two are identified 100%.
Dale
Dale,I think top picture was taken on Pritchard farm that was located on the very end of the Willow lake road right next to the Canadian Line. Corbin Pritchard sold that farm to Martin Berg, Martin sold it Carl Melgaard and Carl sold it to the Fauske’s. Carl Myhre from Rolette may have owned it in-between Carl Melgaard and the Fauske’s?The Peak sisters were Edith and Lizzy. They lived with their brother Bob just south of Lloyd and Stella Radley’s farm. Bob died in 1947 the year I was born. Lizzy died in the early 50’s as I remember. Edith died around 1960, again as I remember.Gary
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Reply to the the top picture above
From Keith Pladson (’66): Roanoke Rapids, NC
Dale,
You’ve done a good job so far. As I told you before the lady sitting down looked a lot like my grandmother, but the timing seem off somehow. I’ve thought a lot about that since then. In reflection now, I am almost positive it is my grandmother. And the reason she may be in the photo and not my grandfather is because I believe my grandfather died in 1939, so this was probably taken not too long after he died. It is interesting that my mom or my Aunt Esther would not have been in the photo, though.As to the Peaks, I can’t tell you which is which, but one of them was Edith Peak. They visited with my family many times when I was real small and I remember one of them having a funny common expression that she often used and it went something like this: “Well, Ella, like the feller says…” She also told mom many times that she was sure that I would someday be a lawyer because I always had my face in a book. I didn’t make the lawyer bit, but I still love to read and read not only works by one of your favorite authors, W.E.B. Griffin, and others in that genre, but I also read a lot of biographies about interesting or famous people of the past. I’m just starting to read a biography on Albert Einstein right now.
You’ve done a good job so far. As I told you before the lady sitting down looked a lot like my grandmother, but the timing seem off somehow. I’ve thought a lot about that since then. In reflection now, I am almost positive it is my grandmother. And the reason she may be in the photo and not my grandfather is because I believe my grandfather died in 1939, so this was probably taken not too long after he died. It is interesting that my mom or my Aunt Esther would not have been in the photo, though.As to the Peaks, I can’t tell you which is which, but one of them was Edith Peak. They visited with my family many times when I was real small and I remember one of them having a funny common expression that she often used and it went something like this: “Well, Ella, like the feller says…” She also told mom many times that she was sure that I would someday be a lawyer because I always had my face in a book. I didn’t make the lawyer bit, but I still love to read and read not only works by one of your favorite authors, W.E.B. Griffin, and others in that genre, but I also read a lot of biographies about interesting or famous people of the past. I’m just starting to read a biography on Albert Einstein right now.
Sorry I can’t help you any further than to tell you that one of the of the Peak sisters is Edith.
Keith
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Reply to the Dunseith Ladies Picture
From Rod Hiatt (’69): Bottineau, ND
Gary, By the looks on my Mothers face, I really wonder what the hell kind of trouble I was in again!! I would have blamed that look on my younger brother Rick, but he wasn’t born at the time of this picture.
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Blog (58) posted on March 28, 2008
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Gary,
I’m enjoying the e-mails!! I just spoke to Pat Sunderland Warburton (49) who lives in Lake Charles, La. and she would love to have them sent to her. Her e-mail address is: Psunder@suddenlink.net.
Just a little information about a couple more people who are from my era–my cousin, Lenor Williams Grosser died March 9 in Arizona. She is the sister of Don, Marlin, Lowell, and Linda Williams. From what her husband said, I assume it may have been a stroke. Another classmate who graduated from a private school but attended in Dunseith for several years and was in our class was Paul Lovaas–son of Rev. Lovaas. He died about 5 years ago in Nebraska. He had been a career Navy man, had never married, and had kept in touch with Audrey Hassen and me for the last 50 plus years. When he came through California he would often stop to see us. I always enjoyed his visits and phone calls.
Once again–thanks for the memories!!
Shirley Olson Warcup
I want to thank Dick for the pictures–awesome–I had never seen any of them before. Please keep sending and don’t ever think something is too common or means too little to be shared, somewhere someone needs those little things and they mean so very very much to that person. Reach out and touch someone, that is what this is all about.
My prayers go out to Felicia and all her family..hope things are improving.
Thank you again Gary–I pray you never get tired of doing this for us.
Ele, I will never get tied of doing this, It’s only if you guys get tired of me doing it. Gary
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hi gary!
if you are interested, there is a story about me in the march 24th edition of our local paper. the paper is the portage daily register, located of course in portage wisconsin.
a young lady journalist is writing a book about the experiences of world war ii vets, and she interviewed my wife and i, so the story is kind of a thumb nail sketch of our lives, along with some photos.
you should be able to get it on the internet quite easily.
incidentally, just because i am blind does not mean that i am going to roll over and play dead. if i did that north dakota would be ashamed of me.
best always
erling landsverk
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Posted by Gary Stokes: From the Portage Daily Register (click on the sight below)
War in the Pacific: Veteran Landsverk lost his sight, but he still has a love for music
Erling, This is a very interesting story that the Portage Daily Register published about your WW II service and your life. You are to be commended for the positive outlook that you have on life with your blindness. You have accepted things the way they are and dwell on the positives for life’s fulfillments. You are so fortunate to have such and understanding wife, Joann, too. Gary
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I don’t remember if I was in the room or not but I
remember the story. The scream was loud I know that.Do cats and a clothes line bring back any memories for
you, Dean??? and beating me at marbles and taking them ALL!!!
remember the story. The scream was loud I know that.Do cats and a clothes line bring back any memories for
you, Dean??? and beating me at marbles and taking them ALL!!!
Sharon Longie Dana(73)
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Thank you so much for sharing the pictures. The only one I don’t think that I had seen is the one with Bill and Dad and then the one with you, Terry, Richard, Robert, Brenda, and I am thinking that is Rhonda, that Richard is holding. Sure looks like her little frown. ha What memories those bring back. I remember taking that picture of all of us in front of the station wagon and house where we use to live just south of town. Right across the creek from Clifford Halvorson and right next to Erling and Delores Berg and kids. It was fun living out there with all the fun neighbors. The gathering cafe wasn’t there then as that was our pasture for the horses (3) that we use to have. I had a little black shetland and his name was lightning. He was a fast horse. haOne story I have to share with the Bergs if your listening. Curt, Keith and I and I think Lester Getzlaff was out playing in the drive way and Curt seen this big huge rock in betted in the ground. He said I wonder what it would be like to throw another large rock on that one. So he picked up this pretty good size rock and slammed into the rock in the ground, not thinking that it would bounce back and hit him square between the eyes. He had a knot on his head bigger than a baseball. ha At the time all the kids standing around him got pretty scared and ran and got there parents, including me. But he was all right as Curt was a pretty tough kid. We laughed about it later. ha
Again thanks for sharing the pictures Dick. I and I am sure the rest appreciate it, a lot. If you have more please keep sharing them as we enjoy them a lot. There is a lot of memories between yours and our families.
Take care
Dave Slyter
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Reply to Dick Johnson, again thank you for the pictures of our times together. I always loved seeing that Cadillac pull into the drive way as then I knew it was going to be a good and fun day, I love the army pic of dad as I have never seen one of him in uniform. Thanks again and thank you Gary for doing this, you are awesome.
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Bank robbery in Souris – From LeaRae Parrill (67): (Souris is locate a few miles NW of Bottineau.)
It was reported by the Minot Daily News that the State Bank of Souris was robbed. Whoever did it hit the teller over the head from behind and knocked her out so she did not see who it was. They had to air ambulance her to Minot, but she will be OK. No suspects yet and no cameras are installed there. The FBI is assisting. Some money was taken, but they won’t say how much.
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Message & picture from Dick Johnson (68):
Gary and FriendsPaul Grossman’s memories of riding in my old car made me
remember some stories connected to it. I was 14 years old when
my Grandpa Hans Johnson got cancer. He said if I stayed at the
farm and took care of the cattle and the chores I could have
his old car, a 47 Plymouth four door. It had engine problems. I
found a set of rod bearings in the glove box and he said there
was a “flat crank”. This is a bad journal on the crankshaft. I
dropped the oilpan and found the bad bearing and shined the
journal up with emery cloth. When I got done it sounded fine
but every couple months it started to knock and I had to put in
another bearing, etc. In less than a year I used up the whole
set of six bearings on one rod! We did go for lots of rides
around town in that time. When Paul said I took the younger
kids along, there were a couple things that I should confess
to! The battery was shot so they had to push the car to get it
started. They would usually have to chip in for gas or I would
say “well I guess we’ll have to go home.” The money showed up!!
Sorry Paul, but it worked every time! We had a trail through
the old park and then north through a gravel pit and out
to “old # 5”. This trail went up and down some pretty steep
slopes and we learned just how fast we could take it and still
not wreck anything. One night I had some new kids along and
decided to give them a thrill!! The county workers had been
there and dug out a bunch of gravel just over a rise where I
didn’t see it until it was too late! We flew off the bank and
landed on the nose of the old Plymouth and stopped dead!! The
kids in the back seat were on top of the ones in the front.
They didn’t seem real thrilled as I recall! The old car only
got a slight twist to the bumper and the battery shattered in
the box! It was no good anyway,so what! When I got a different
car, I gave the Plymouth to Dan Bogus. He kept it at our farm
so he could practice driving and monkey around. Dad let he and
Dennis Dion ride out to the farm to mess with the car during
the day and then home again at night. One day they asked if
they could have this piece of well pipe for a tailpipe and Dad
said “sure”. They stuck this long pipe under the car and into
the header pipe on the engine. They were roaring around and
having a big time when the front of the pipe fell out and stuck
in the soft ground. The back end of the pipe went up inside the
rear bumper and the old car “pole vaulted” about five feet up
in the air. When it came back down, all Dad and I could see was
eyeballs in the windshield. We laughed at Dennis and Dan until
we could hardly stand up!! Another time they were rolling the
car down a hill in the yard to get it started. They were
getting close to an electric fence and I told them to let me
open the gate. They got it going just as they went through the
gate and then bailed out and opened the hood to check
something. As I tried to close the gate the wire touched the
back of the car and they both got a shock. They blamed each
other and then went back under the hood. This worked so good I
just had to do it again! They figured it out and the chase was
on!! This is sure to trigger memories from most of the kids my
age as they nearly all rode in this car at one time! This is a
picture of the car with some GEEK standing by it!!
remember some stories connected to it. I was 14 years old when
my Grandpa Hans Johnson got cancer. He said if I stayed at the
farm and took care of the cattle and the chores I could have
his old car, a 47 Plymouth four door. It had engine problems. I
found a set of rod bearings in the glove box and he said there
was a “flat crank”. This is a bad journal on the crankshaft. I
dropped the oilpan and found the bad bearing and shined the
journal up with emery cloth. When I got done it sounded fine
but every couple months it started to knock and I had to put in
another bearing, etc. In less than a year I used up the whole
set of six bearings on one rod! We did go for lots of rides
around town in that time. When Paul said I took the younger
kids along, there were a couple things that I should confess
to! The battery was shot so they had to push the car to get it
started. They would usually have to chip in for gas or I would
say “well I guess we’ll have to go home.” The money showed up!!
Sorry Paul, but it worked every time! We had a trail through
the old park and then north through a gravel pit and out
to “old # 5”. This trail went up and down some pretty steep
slopes and we learned just how fast we could take it and still
not wreck anything. One night I had some new kids along and
decided to give them a thrill!! The county workers had been
there and dug out a bunch of gravel just over a rise where I
didn’t see it until it was too late! We flew off the bank and
landed on the nose of the old Plymouth and stopped dead!! The
kids in the back seat were on top of the ones in the front.
They didn’t seem real thrilled as I recall! The old car only
got a slight twist to the bumper and the battery shattered in
the box! It was no good anyway,so what! When I got a different
car, I gave the Plymouth to Dan Bogus. He kept it at our farm
so he could practice driving and monkey around. Dad let he and
Dennis Dion ride out to the farm to mess with the car during
the day and then home again at night. One day they asked if
they could have this piece of well pipe for a tailpipe and Dad
said “sure”. They stuck this long pipe under the car and into
the header pipe on the engine. They were roaring around and
having a big time when the front of the pipe fell out and stuck
in the soft ground. The back end of the pipe went up inside the
rear bumper and the old car “pole vaulted” about five feet up
in the air. When it came back down, all Dad and I could see was
eyeballs in the windshield. We laughed at Dennis and Dan until
we could hardly stand up!! Another time they were rolling the
car down a hill in the yard to get it started. They were
getting close to an electric fence and I told them to let me
open the gate. They got it going just as they went through the
gate and then bailed out and opened the hood to check
something. As I tried to close the gate the wire touched the
back of the car and they both got a shock. They blamed each
other and then went back under the hood. This worked so good I
just had to do it again! They figured it out and the chase was
on!! This is sure to trigger memories from most of the kids my
age as they nearly all rode in this car at one time! This is a
picture of the car with some GEEK standing by it!!
Dick
