WOMEN ARE UNIQUE ….
Husband’s Message (by cellphone):
Honey, a car has hit me out of the office. Paula brought me to the Hospital.
They have been making tests and taking X-rays
The blow to my head has been very strong, fortunately it seems that did not cause any serious injury, but I have three broken ribs, a compound fracture in the left leg, and they may have to amputate the right foot.
Who is Paula?
Landsverk ) My dad, Cliff who became blind as a result of diabetes
was also a WW II Navy veteran of the Pacific as was your dad, Bob
Stokes and many other guys from Dunseith. I always learned so much
whenever visiting those true “heros” veterans of our childhood.
Thank goodness, we “kids” had dads who were role models in
character building ie work ethics, patriotism, caring and citizenship
etc as kids growing up in Dunseith. As ever. Vickie Metcalfe
Vickie L. Metcalfe
Okay, I HAVE to write a quick response to Dick’s
I also remember Dennis and “Bogie” (as we liked to
call him) in a different car caper. Does anyone
remember the year Dunseith days hosted a what do you
call it when everyone has a junk car and they slam
into each other until there’s only one car standing?
– A demolition derby!
Anyhow that hot summer day in what was it, 1970?,
Bogie and Dennis got ahold of an old Grey station
wagon and we all (LaRae?Cheri? and I) painted it to
look like a shark. It had a huge front end and
suffered little damage in the foray – it was a tank!
Dan drove it well, and though he was hit aplenty, the
“shark” was still running when the others were dead in
the water. I don’t remember anyone wearing helmets by
the way. We had a great time cheering them on and I’m
sure their big win gave us good reason to celebrate
As I understood it, Dan died not too many years after
graduation in a drowning accident. I have often
remembered him and his special gentle nature with
I also have many funny stories to tell about Dennis
Dion- but maybe I should ask permission first?
And Tim Hill – remember the joke about the gorilla in
the gold cage? I just recently told that joke and
have told it too many times to count over the years.
We used to have such good innocent fun all of us!
Driving around the beautiful farmland, telling jokes,
being friends, supporting each other.
I have too many fond memories to count: Beer can
alley parties, the Peace Garden Round House and
midnight swims there, Fauske horse rides, crazy cars,
expeditions to Bossevain, snowmobiling adventures, and
swimming at the lakes.
I wonder if Curt Hagel remembers the time his foot
ended up kicking me in the mouth – I remember pulling
skin out from between my teeth – ewww. I’m sure it
was an accident – I can’t really remember how it
happened, except that I was in the water and you were
on the dock… I clearly recall we were laughing
pretty hard afterward, even though I was grossed out
and you were bleeding.
And Dick – your Dad was one of the most important
teachers of my life (and I’ve had many). He got me to
do things I didn’t think I could. Like sing that song
“The Red Velvet Shoes” at Regional Competition. I
froze up horribly with stage fright and squawked it
out so poorly – I think it was the worst I’ve ever
sung. I thought I would faint. But your Dad had
nothing but praise and encouragement – he knew the
real accomplishment was overcoming my fear and getting
up there because I said I would.
He also made it possible for me to enjoy band. My
parents insisted that I play the clarinet (which I
hated) because some old aunt had given it to them for
me. I hated the sounds that I made with it, and Don
allowed me to switch to the Contra Alto Clarinet which
had been donated to the school. I adored that
instrument, which was huge and heavy. I had to sit on
a high stool in order to accomodate it’s length. I
fell in love with the bass rhythms and was hooked. He
did so many things for so many of us. I have always
felt that we got such a fine music education. And
I’ve often marveled at how much he accomplished with
so little resources. He was such a dedicated,
Poor Mrs. Bakken. She always got the rough end of the
stick – in part because she was so attractive and
pleasant, and in part such a good sport!
Playing practical jokes was a favorite sport of ours
as I recall. Do my upper classmen remember the fun
you had hanging “Espe’s Pig” from dissection class in
our lockers? When biology class was on that section,
we never knew who was going to “get it”. Shame on you
boys for scaring the pudding out of us younger
gals…are you ready to confess your sins yet?? I
don’t think we ever really knew who had done it, but
we sure had a few ideas…
There are so many memories…and it’s good therapy to
remember them with all of you.
Trish Larson Clayburgh(73)
You’ll have to refresh my memory about a closeline and cats. I’ve heard
of tying cats’ tails together and tossing them over a line. Seems they
tend to blame each other for their predicament and get into a little fuss
about it. Hmmm, I’m not sure how you tie their tails together though.
Yes, I did like to play marbles. In the Spring of the year the ground
just south of the east wing of the grade school would melt off and dry out
enough to mark a ring in the dirt. We had some great marble games out
there and usually played for “keeps”. I don’t remember ever winning ALL
your marbles though. My cousin, Scott Peterson ended up with all my
marbles when I cleaned out my room and moved away. (Joy Peterson is my