Larry Millang (’66):
Message from Toni Morinville Gredesky (’68): Farimount, ND
I teach with someone who used to teach with Larry Millang in Hannah, ND in
1973. He is curious to find out about Larry.
Does anyone have any information?
Toni Morinville Gredesky
Yes Toni, I think we can locate Larry. Following his career, Larry has moved back to Bottineau. Larry has now taken on another job that fits his mold very well and one that I think he likes very much too, greeting folks at Wal-Mart. I had many chants with Larry with my visits to Wal-Mart when we were back there in May 2010. Larry is very much alert, at any given moment, to all that is going on in the forward end of the Bottineau Wal-Mart store. He is there to lend a helping hand and to answer questions from the customers and of coarse with a little visiting too.Larry, I have pasted Toni’s email address above.Gary
Mothers day performance by Gary Fulsebakke and the Fauske Fiddlers at the Peace Garden (Free entry too)
Message from Gary Fulsebakke (’71): Devils Lake, ND
Dear Gary and Friends,
On Mothers Day, this coming Sunday, I will be performing along with the Fauske Fiddlers and others at the Mothers Day Buffet in the Visitors Center at the International Peace Garden. The buffet starts at 11 am. and goes to about 3pm. There is no cost to enter the Peace Garden that day and the new Visitors Center is a great place to listen to music and enjoy a great meal! Hope to see you on Mothers Day! Gary Fulsebakke
Reply to Vickie Metcalfe’s Memorial day posting
From Dennis Dubois (’63): Minneapolis, MN
Wow! Thanks Vickie. I remember Alcide Lajimodiere well, as he lived with us for a period of time in the early 1950s. He was captured and tortured in the war. He escaped and caught. They cut his tongue from the back to the front in two.. That is why he could not talk clearly. Another thing I remember about him was that he loved curdled (clobbered, he called it) milk and brown sugar. I can remember Mom and Dad always treated him with so much respect. I didn’t know why he didn’t have to do chores with us or a lot of other things. He was a true American hero. He also had some sort of medal that I remember that he was real proud of. He would show us kids and barely let us touch it. He told some stories, but not many. I wish I would of understood him a little better so that I could of thanked him for his service, but I ws just too young to understand. A belated thanks to Alcide. Hope you all have a good day and remember Memorial Day.
Lyndsay Gunville Ulrickson
Posting form Debbie Fauske Fugere (’75): Minot, ND
I wanted to pass along this great article on my niece, Lyndsay Ulrickson. Lyndsay is the daughter of Mark Gunville and Diane Fugere.
Debbie, what a nice article. Thank you so much for sharing. Gary
Cebu City, Philippines
House blessing and house warming of Rose Hohl’s new Condo.
Rose sold her 5 Bedroom Townhouse that she lived in 18 years and downsized to her new Condo. Art Hagen was very much a part of this whole process too. When Art was here, together they decided on this Condo. Her new condo is located in Tower two of a complex of 4 condo towers located high on a hill that can be seen throughout the city and the surrounding areas. Her condo is on the 8th floor with a magnificent view of the city and the mountains.
As you can see in the picture, the catholic priest was summoned to bless her new home. This is standard tradition here in the Philippines. Bernadette had each of our buildings blessed too.
Clayton Gagner’s Passing
Clayton and Dorothy Gagner were very close friends of my folks. I know many of you knew Clayton and Dorothy too. They were a wonderful fun loving couple. When we were back in Bottineau in May 2010, Dorothy called me at my brother Darrel’s (Bud) house. We had a nice chat. At the time, at the age of 94, she said Clayton was up on the roof of their house repairing some shingles. At that time they had been married 72 years. Since then Dorothy has passed on too. Great memories of a wonderful couple.
JOKE OF THE DAY:
Posted by Gary Fulsebakke (’72): Devils Lake, ND
A duck hunter from Illinois was enjoying a great day of hunting in rural Wisconsin when he dropped a duck into an ajoining field. As he was crossing over the fence to retrieve the bird, an old dairy farmer came driving up on his tractor and asked what the hunter was doing. “I’m going to get my duck,” the hunter replied. “Oh, no you’re not! said the farmer. “Well I’m from Chicago and I’ll get my lawyer to sue you,” replied the hunter.
The older farmer smiled and said, “Apparently, you don’t know how we settle things around here. We practice the Wisconsin 3-Kick rule. I kick you three times, you kick me three times and so forth and so on till one of us gives up.” This sounded pretty good to the hunter because he was bigger, stronger and younger than the farmer. He agreed. The old Wisconsin badger crawls off his tractor and walks up to the hunter and plants a hard kick to the shin of the hunter with his steel-toed workboot. The hunter sreams in pain and drops to his knees at which point the farmer kicks him in the stomach knocking the wind out of him. Finally he lands a hard kick to the side of the head. When the hunter comes to, he struggles to his feet and says, “Alright, you old codger, its my turn.” “Nah, replies the farmer, “I give up. You can have the duck!”