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Hi Gary,
I was talking with my brother Laurel on the Easter weekend in Michigan, N.D. I was telling him of all the emails and history from Dunseith. He was so interested and asked if he could be put on the emailing list. Laurel is my oldest brother and started Dunseith High School but did not finish high school.
Laurel know allot of these people that lived in “The Hills” and Dunseith as well as he does go back now and again to see friends and family that still live in the area. Laurel lives in Minn. around the same areas as John, Lynnette and Kermit.
John is the second oldest brother and he also takes a drive to “The Hills” once and awhile.
Melvin (Pete) the third brother lives in Michigan now and he did the drive to the hills last summer and how things have changed.
We all have very fond memories and always talking about the “The Hills”, the Butte, etc.
The rest of us kids don’t seem to get back as much. I live about 180 miles from Dunseith, north to Brandon and east on #1 towards Winnipeg. I like to drive down and see the areas, stop to see my parents, Alvin and Arn’s graves. Thanks for the information on the caretakers of the graveyard and the email address. I wondered who took care of the graves and doing a good job at that.
Thanks again Garry for the emails, great reading, history and memories.
When us kids get together we always have so  many laughs and memories. We laugh until we cry and hurt. We had a hard time growing up but the neighbors, family and friends made it so much easier that we did not even notice it at the time we were going up. We just talk about how great Don Boppre was in helping our dad in so many ways but dad was always there for everyone else who needed a hand or what ever he had he could share to help out others.
Where are those days today?Well, you can take the people out of the “The Hills” and Dunseith but can’t take “The Hills” and Dunseith out the people (like us Wenstad kids).

 

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Subject: Looking for contacts

HI GARY;

PLEASE DON’T LET THE SUBJECT MATTER MISLEAD YOU, BUT AT MY AGE I AM SURE EVERYONE UNDERSTAND THAT MANY OF MY OLD FRIENDS, CLASSMATES, NEIGHBORS ETC HAVE POSSIBLY PASSED AWAY, MOVED TO WARM CLIMES OR COULD BE VERY ILL, (WE HOPE NOT). FURTHER I AM CERTAIN THAT MOST OF THE YOUNGER SET  THAT PARTICIPATE IN YOUR PROGRAM, PROBABLY DON’T HAVE A CLUE AS TO WHO I MIGHT BE. SO LET ME EXPLAIN A LITTLE.

HAD I REMAINED AT DEAR OLD DHS ONE MORE YEAR, I WOULD HAVE GRADUATED IN  “44”  ALTHOUGH OUR CLASS AT DUNSEITH WAS SMALL I KNOW MANY OF THEM ARE NOT AROUND ANY MORE BUT  FOR YOU YOUNGER E MAILERS,  NELS LANDSVERK WAS MY FATHERS BROTHER, SO ALL OF HIS CHILDREN ARE MY FIRST COUSINS. I KNEW THE HALVORSON FAMILY WELL, THEY WERE NEIGHBORS, THE BYE FAMILY WAS ALSO A NEIGHBOR AS WERE THE HAGENS, AND I WENT TO SCHOOL WITH OSCAR AND RAYMOND. I KNEW MANY OF THE HIATTS, AND ATTENDED SCHOOL WITH MANY OF THEM. THEY WERE A GREAT BUNCH, HOWARD LANDSVERK IS ALSO MY FIRST COUSIN, HIS FATHERS NAME WAS KNUTE, AND HIS KID SISTER MARJORIE LIVES IN WISCONSIN ABOUT 40 MILES TO THE EAST OF PORTAGE, AND WE SEE ONE ANOTHER EVERY ONCE IN A WHILE. I WAS DISAPPOINTED THAT YODOLA PIGEON DIDN’T COME TO THE SCHOOL REUNION, HE AND I TOOK PART IN THE JUNIOR CLASS PLAY, I AM SURE HE WOULD REMEMBER, IF HE SEES THIS MESSAGE.  URBAIN COTE WAS ALSO A CLASS MATE, A GREAT MUSICIAN, BUT I UNDERSTAND HE RECENTLY PASSED AWAY IN ARIZONA, WHATEVER HAPPENED TO DELEPHINE WENTLAND?  HOW ABOUT URSELLA CARLSON, ABE NELSON’S TWO BEAUTIFUL DAUGHTERS,  THELMA HAGEN

I COULD GO ON BUT IF SOME OF YOU YOUNGER DECENDANTS RECOGNIZE ANY NAMES, WOULD YOU LET ME KNOW.

GARY, YOU ARE DOING A GREAT SERVICE FOR MANY OF US, I  REALLY MISS THE NORTH DAKOTA PEOPLE A GREAT DEAL, THEY ARE THE SALT OF THE EARTH, AND I LOVE THEM ALL.

ERLING LANDSVERK

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The Ford tractor and I got tangled with the community mailboxes and did considerable damage. Harry Zieler knew I did it and unknowingly mentioned it to my dad.  Dad said “What?”  So, I got a card in the mail and a jack knife from Harry, then at a basket social rural school event two very young teachers, Faye Brennan and Lenore Williams had a double basket, best looking one there.  Harry bought it and cut me in and he only took the cigar and I had to eat with the two teachers.  Someone needs to talk about those many rural school teachers, one year of college, out in the snow banks, no roads, eight grades, What they went through, use your imagination.  Eleanor Awalt was one of them.  Dennis Espe did you do one year or no??  I was thinking of more of your relatives Shirley, Eldon Hiatt and Clarence Schultz had Joe Morinville’s store before him.  Clarence was married to a Berg, Amanda if I am not mistaken.  Might as well include Glen Johnson.  I am sure I
have never met a person to match Glen’s personality.  Gary Metcalfe

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Gary and FriendsGreat to hear from Trish! The demo derby you are refering to
was in 1971, if I remember correctly. John Bogus had a 1959
Chrysler station wagon and yes, it was grey and looked like a
shark! When he was working on it, he called me to come over as
he had a problem. When the engine warmed up it had a knock; a
very BAD knock! It was only one day from the derby and no time
to rebuild it. I suggested that he use heavy oil and not rev it
more than he had to. I then went back home and worked on my own
demo car. Lowell Leonard gave me a 1961 Ford four door to run
as long as I would advertize for the Garden Tap, no problem!
When we got to the park the next day, John came over and
said, “I bet you can’t hear the knock anymore”. I asked him
what he did. He said, ” I cut the exhaust pipes off and it’s so
loud you can’t hear anything”. He made it all the way through
the derby without blowing it up! I remember it being the first
derby we ever had and not knowing the track needed to be
watered down. When the flag was dropped and everyone kicked it,
you would swear we were in a sand storm. You couldn’t see a
thing!! Other drivers were, Ernie Gottbreht in a 1951 Ford,
Keith Coleman in a 60 Buick, Dennis Dion in a 55 Plymouth, and
some others. I can’t remember who won but it wasn’t me!

We lost our friend John Boguslawski in 1981. He drowned while
canoeing in Minnesota, where he lived. He did leave us with a
lot of good memories of the times we were together.

Thanks to all for the deep appreciation you have for my dad. He
was a good guy. Thanks again Gary for this great thing!!

Dick

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Thank you Neola Kofoid Garbe for providing this.  

  Midred Crum – DHS class of 1955

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GARY, I too  enjoyed reading  Mr. Landsverk’s story. (Thank You, Mr.
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

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Vickie L. Metcalfe

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Vickie, My Dad, Bob Stokes, was a WW II Vet and proud of it, as I know, he probably told you many of his war stories. He spent over 33 months overseas in the Pacific from 1942 to 1945.  He loved talking and visiting with you every time he’d see you out and about.  He loved your dogs. He always had some good interesting stories to tell, especially from his service years. To bad we didn’t get any of them recorded. As a point of interest, shortly after he died, going through his things, we found where he had written down his whole service record from the time he was drafted until he was discharged.  He did this a short time before his death.  He was proud to have been a WW II vet and did not want that period of time lost with his passing.  He often times would get emotional with some of his war stories.  Gary

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Dear Gary,

Okay, I HAVE to write a quick response to Dick’s
latest story.

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
that evening…

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
fondness…

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,
passionate man.

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)

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Gary,

Thanks for the great pictures, Dick. I have a picture of Dad in his uniform, but the one you sent must have been when he just went in. Looking at those old pictures brings such a smile to my face. Brenda and I were looking at them together while we were on the phone talking.

I remember going to your place a few times. It was always fun there. I think we fished in the lake in front of your house. I couldn’t throw my line out like a normal person does, so I would take my rod with both hands and bring it back over my head and then throw the line out as hard as I could. It would sail out there, and sometimes the line went one way and the bait went the other. And then there was the time I went to throw it out and it got caught in a tree behind me. I think your Dad might have went and got a ladder and got the line out of the tree. He then found me a place where I had more of a clearing behind me. Your parents were great people. When I talk to someone about being in band, I always say we had the best band teacher there ever was. He had so much passion for his job.

Note to David: That is Kim that Richard is holding. I am right by Brenda but the picture just about has me cut off.

As always, Thanks Gary. You are doing a great job with all of this!

Rhonda Hiatt (75)

360-666-3228 home

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Dean Stickland’s (73) reply to Sharon Longie Dana (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
Dad’s sister).

Dean Stickland

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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!!!

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.  ha

One 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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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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Gary and Friends

Paul 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!!

Dick

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Gary and Friends 

Freddie and Margo Hiatt were good friends of my folks. Mom was
Freddie’s first cousin, as their mothers were sisters. We spent
a lot of time together over the years, and I have lots of
pictures of us together doing all kinds of things! These are
pictures of Freddie in the army, he and his stepdad Bill
Dunbar, the kids at their house south of town in about 1962,
and all of us together in the Lutheran parsonage{were they
lived] in about 1960. The boy in the middle is Terry Hiatt,
Dolores Hiatt’s son. I guess I was trying to shoot the camera??
I’m not sure if Dave and the rest have ever seen these
pictures. There are several more I will send later. Thanks
again Gary!!

Dick

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  Gary.  As the main message indicates, it might be a hoax.  During the
winter I live in Tucson, AZ, and there is a lot of violence here.
Unlike where we grew up and where we respected our women there are
some shadowy figures lurking about.  You may not want to introduce
this to our group because all of our dialog has been of such a
positive nature, but I was compelled to make it a candidate because
these wonderful people mean so much to me, and some live in
metropolitan areas.  I knew that many women would know of this sort of
threat through the Gary Stokes circuit, and could not resist the
temptation to use your marvelous format.  I leave the choice to  you,
and  give you more accolades for building this incomparable way to
express our loyalty to those with our common heritage.  In good spirit
and thankfulness.  Bill Hosmer

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NEW FORM OF KIDNAPING 
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Please take a minute to read this. This is very scary and could happen to any of us..
Seems l ike every nice thing people do for one another can be perverted.
A new twist on kidnapping from a very smart survivor: 

About a month ago there was a woman standing by the mall entrance
passing out flyers to all the women going in. The woman had written
the flyer herself to tell about an experience she had, so that she might
warn other women. The previous day, this woman had finished shopping,
went out to her car and discovered that she had a flat.

She got the jack out of the trunk and began to change the flat.
A nice man dressed in a business suit and carrying a briefcase
walked up to her and said, ‘I noticed you’re changing a flat tire.

Would you like me to take care of it for you?’
The woman was Grateful for his offer and accepted his help.

They chatted amiably while the man changed the flat, and then put the
flat tire and the jack in the trunk, shut it and dusted his hands off.

The woman thanked him profusely, and as she was about to get in her car,
the man told her that he left his car around on the other side of the mall,
and asked if she would mind giving him a lift to his car.

She was a little surprised and she asked him why his car was on other side.

He explained that he had seen an old friend in the mall that he hadn’t seen
for some time and they had a bite to eat, visited for a while, and he got turned
around in the mall and left through the wrong exit, and now he was running late.
The woman hated to tell him ‘no’ because he had just rescued her from having to change
her flat tire all by herself, but she felt uneasy . (Trust that gut feeling!)

Then she remembered seeing the man put his briefcase in her trunk before
shutting it and before he asked her for a ride to his car.

She told him that she’d be happy to drive him around to his car,
But she just remembered one last thing she needed to buy.
(Smart woman!!)

She said she would only be a few minutes; he could sit down in
her car and wait for her; she would be as quick as she could be.

She hurried into the mall, and told a security guard what had
happened, the guard came out to her car with her, but the man had left.
They opened the trunk, took out his locked briefcase and took it down to the police station.

The police opened it (ostensibly to look for ID so they could
return it to the man). What th ey found wa s rope, duct tape, and
knives. When the police checked her ‘flat’ tire, there was nothing

wrong with it; the air had simply been let out. It was obvious
what the man’s intention was, and obvious that he had carefully
thought it out in advance. The woman was blessed to have escaped harm.(Amen.thank you, God!)

How much worse it would have been if she had children with her and had
them wait in the car while the man fixed the tire, or if she had a baby strapped
into a car seat? Or if she’d gone against her judgment and given him a lift?

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Gary – you might want to send this on – perhaps some of the class of ’73
will recall it. 

To Ardys Bakken Horner, former 8th Grade Teacher to the class of ’73:

Yes, I remember well the rat incident in 8th grade English class.
Actually, when I saw your message a couple of days ago, I told that story
to my wife and daughters and we all had a good chuckle.  I wondered then
if you remembered the incident and your email today confirmed it.

Do you remember who “accidently” slightly ripped his book page that day
and came up to your desk to ask for some tape to fix it?  Some of us boys
(about four of us) just happened to know what was in your tape drawer that
afternoon.  I was a bit anxious about the potential outcome of following
through with “the plan” that day, but we were all well rewarded when you
opened the drawer, saw the rat, then simultaneously shrieked in wide-eyed
terror, jumped about three feet into the air and somehow made it past me
and out the door before touching the floor again.  You were absolutely
awesome!!

If my memory is accurate the rest of the class time that day seemed a tad
bit strained for some of us.  I always wondered if you ever found out who
was involved with that rat.  Thanks for all you did for us and for all you
put up with.  Our sentence structure and punctuation may not be perfect,
but we owe our ability to communicate to you and a select few others who
patiently gave of your time and effort to help us learn.

I have great memories of growing up in Dunseith.
Dean Stickland (73)
Olympia, WA

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Gary, Mom remembers the accident. She remembers that they were coming home from Dunseith, with salt blocks in the back seat on the floor, and Ray falling on one and getting a bloody nose. The accident happened just east of the Willow Lake School house,(sounds like the same area where the accident with Mr. Parrill happened)! Anyway, Mom said that Dad was pretty much off the road when they met and still got side-swiped!!!!

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Evon, Your mother is absolutely correct with what I remember happening.  Your dad could see us coming and drove as far as he could off the road to avoid getting hit.  My dad must have had his blinders on that day.  I remember the impact as being pretty solid.  Ray would have been about 1 year old at the time.  I think he was born in 1952.  You realize this accident happened about 55 years ago.  Good memories of the not so good. Gary

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Gary thanks for calling and starting this communication circuit.  a big Hi to my former students  when I taught 8th grade English and 7th
grade home economics.  I think Mrs. Nelson was the main home ec teacher, they just gave me 7th grade to keep me happy.  I wonder how many of you remember the incident of the dead baby rat quite frozen in my top drawer one day  (right after lunch).!!  i never did find out who found that poor little thing and left it for me to “notice” after roll call, i can still remember Dan Morgan chuckling about that one.  Ardys

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From Martha Lamb Schepp (68): 

Dear Gary, 

My e-mail has been down for some time. I enjoy the correspondence so much. I see back in January where you were asking if I knew about Lynne Abrahamson . I have talked with a couple aunts in the Turtle Mountains and they do not know a Lynne Abrahamson. There are Abrahamsons in the area that we are not related to .

On another note I would like to ask for prayers and concern for my brother Dean Lamb’s daughter, Felicia Marie Lamb. She was seriously hurt in a car accident in the Minneapolis suburb of Glencoe, Minn. on Friday morning. She was in a snowstorm and went into a skid and slid into a larger vehicle on a two lane and ended up rolling her car. Things have been touch and go this weekend but I think it was a better night last night. She has a bleed in her head, broken collar bone, punctured lung from broken ribs, fractured pelvis, she is on the ventilator, Thank goodness for seat belts or we may have lost her. To read about her progress you can go on website:
caringbridge.org/visit/feliciamarielamb Felicia plans to be married in Bottineau in June. Thanks for your concern.

I love the stories that are jogging our minds. Keep up the site. My husband and I are waiting to hear more about the cruise. We have been on one cruise and had a great time. An Alaskan cruise was one thing we were planning to do when we retired but we think it would be fun to go with people from Dunseith. (Retirement is still a ways away).

Martha Lamb Schepp

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Folks, LeaRae Parrill Espe was asking this same question a few months back.  We have been unable to locate them. I noticed in the Dunseith book, James & Judith Olson were hired, as teachers, in 1966.  Please let us know if any of you have any idea where Jim and Judy may be living these days.  Gary

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Arlan, I don’t remember that accident, but my dad wasn’t noted for being the best driver in the world.  Since you guys were playing ball, this must have been in the spring or fall months.  I do remember my dad having another accident on that same road, in the winter, with Johnny Lagerquist. That too was a pretty hard impact, but, as I remember, both cars were still drivable.  I remember being in the car with that accident.  I was about 5 years old at the time.  A year or so later we had another accident when the train hit our car, near the cemetery, going into Bottineau.  Our car was totaled in that accident.  We were very lucky to be alive.

Evon Lagerquist, can you ask your mother if she remembers that accident?  Clayton or LeaRae, Maybe you guys can ask Marie if she remembers the accident that my dad had with them too.  Gary

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Gary and All Friends 

I have enclosed a couple pictures taken at Lake Metigoshe in
about 1991. Dwane and Candice Getzlaff had a 50s night at the
drive in. We have a cabin just a short way up the road from
there and he asked me to bring one of my cars to help make the
night a sucess. The car is a 1956 Ford Crown Victoria. We got
into the swing of fifties clothes, at least my wife and
daughter did! When Jennifer asked me “how are you going to
dress Dad”?, I said “just put on a white T shirt and leave the
rest alone”!! I look like the fifties all the time!!! We had a
great time and several other guys brought out their old cars
too! I had this car for about 22 years and sold it to a very
good friend from St.John, just a couple of years ago. He really
wanted to have it and I was looking for something else anyway!
It has been really great hearing from more new people, please
keep the memories coming!! Thanks again Gary!

Dick

Folks,

Again, I’d like to remind everyone that I reply to or include in the daily messages each and every email message I receive from you folks.  If you don’t see your message or if you have not gotten a reply from me, then I have not seen your message.  You can use anyone of my 3 email addresses to send messages.  I have discovered that a very small fraction of email does not get delivered with no reply letting the sender know that it did not get delivered.

Please keep these message coming.  It’s so nice hearing from each and everyone of you.

Gary

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When I called Marsha Getzlaff Bakken, putting the class list of 74 together, she mention that Mrs. Bakken had been a school teacher in Dunseith.  Marsha gave me her phone number, so I called her.  Mrs. Bakken was hired at Dunseith in 1968. She taught 2 years at Dunseith followed with another 3 years teaching at Belcourt. She taught 8th grade English.  Her husband was the pastor of the Lutheran church in Dunseith.

Talking with Ardys, she told me that she has remained in communication with a lot of the Dunseith folks over the years.  She mentioned a lot of you folks that are on this distribution list and she especially remembers the folks from Pam Fugere’s class and that would have been the class of 73. Putting the math together, she would have had the class of 74 too, the following year.  Gary

Ardys’ address:  Ardys Bakken Horner, 14144 Fox Lake Rd, Detroit Lakes, MN 56511.  Phone (218) 847-1483   

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Hi,  Ask Debbie and Bev Morinville if they remember making “mud pies” out side of the city hall when we met some real rock band members.  We grew up withing sec.s and tried to push our pies aside.  I never made the concert because my Grandmother, Amy Bradford, would not let me out.  I heard that they had an wonderful time.  Susan Johnson

What beautiful children.  If only we could compare the best of times to today,  They may have more opp. and be beyond us, but do to the whole package, we win.  S malaterre

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Gary,
It’s really enjoyable reading all your emails about Dunseith and the input from fellow alumni of DHS.  A big kudo to you for getting this started and keeping it going.  Please continue it. 

Now, a response to a couple of recent inputs.

First to Mr. Allen Richard.
I don’t remember you, and you probably don’t remember me.  However, as a fellow alumni, it sounds like you’ve done well.  Congratulations.

I don’t personally share your reverence for Mr. William Jefferson Clinton and quite possibly don’t share your views on politics in general.  (I happen to believe “global warming,” gas prices and our economy would be pretty much the same today regardless of who is sitting in the White House!)  But, one of the things my dearly departed mother used to tell my siblings and I when we were young, was that the quickest way to ruin a good relationship was to start discussing “politics” or religion.”  With many years of living behind me and upon reflection of that lifetime, I have to agree with her.  So please, with all due respect, lets not make this a political forum and ruin a good thing.

To Russell and Glenda Fauske.
Do you have any photos of the “Fauske Fiddlers” you are willing to share with all?  I’ve had the pleasure of hearing you and your sons play a couple of times and really enjoyed it.
Keith Pladson (66)

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message for Paul Grossman 

what ever happened to your brothers Peter and
Parrill??? where are they now?? I remember riding
bikes with them and playin softball.

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Happy  Easter   to  u all,  Paul Grossman  WOW   talk  about  a  blast  from the  past…….  we  always  had  so much  fun with  u  Grossman  boys   I  will always  remember  u guys   on  May  day and  we   would  always   swear  that  this  year  u  wouldn’t   catch us  and  we   tryed  to be  so  dang  sneaky  but   u  guys  always   came  up with the  most cleaver  ways  to   catch  us.  Would  be a  blast  to see u  guys  again. Were  are u  all at..  Did  u  remember  having all those dances  at  our  house?   Hope  things  are   great  for  u  I think about  u  guys  so often .   Bev Morinville ( Azure)

Sharon  Longie   please email   me  at    my personal  e mail addy   ok  ndgal1953@yahoo .com  i  would  love   to  reconnect  with  u  have thought  about  u  so many times  during  the   years..  Bev

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Gary and all DHS Alumni: 

Hope your Easter is a blessed one with family and friends.   Fargo has 6 inches of fresh new snow.   But hey, its 36 above.  ha

Dave Slyter (70)

Gary and all 

I hope you all have a Happy Easter with friends and family!!

Dick

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Hi Gary,

This has been great remembering some of the
Dragon Days” I agree with Paul ONCE A DRAGON ALWAYS A
DRAGON

This message is actually for Paul…I remember you my
first day of school…..you gave me my first teeter tot
ride……I thought you were awesome. ( :0 )

Message to Bev Morinville Azure.
Hang in there you’re almost done.  You were always a
survivor and you can get thru this.  Thoughts and
prayers are with you each day. I have many memories of
you, me, Wanda, Vickie, Brenda, and Marsha.  Those
were the days.

Sharon Longie Dana

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From Glenda (Russell 64) Fauske – The Fauske Fiddler Concert: 

Greetings Folks, 

I thought some of you may be interested in attending the Fauske
Fiddler concert at the capitol in Bismarck on Sunday, March 30,
2008, at 2 p.m.  We hope some of you can make it!

Fauske Fiddlers Honor Lincoln’s Legacy

The Fauske Fiddlers of Bottineau and John Halone of Rolla on
guitar will perform a variety of old-time folk music at 2 p.m.
on Sunday, March 30, 2008, in the Auditorium at the State
Historical Society on the capitol grounds in Bismarck.  The free
public concert is part of the Sensational Sunday Performances in
the music month of March, and will honor President Abraham
Lincoln’s Legacy in North Dakota.

President Lincoln did some things that greatly impacted North
Dakota.  In 1861, he appointed his personal physician, Dr.
William Jayne, to be the first governor of Dakota Territory.
Lincoln signed the Homestead Act in 1863 that offered a quarter
section of land free to anyone, including women, who could meet
the requirements.  In 1864, Lincoln also signed the bill to
build a transcontinental railroad across the northern part of
the United States.  In about 30 years, Dakota Territory changed
from an unknown frontier with just a few people to the State of
North Dakota full of people, farms, ranches and towns.

The settlers who arrived were mostly Norwegians and Germans,
with a few from other countries also suffering from drought or
depression.  Many were young and single, and missed their
family, homeland, and traditions.  Only the most precious things
could be brought, and they brought their fiddles, which were
small, light weight and could go anywhere.  The Fauske Fiddlers
will play a variety of old-time fiddle tunes, including waltzes,
polkas and reels that were brought to North Dakota by the
settlers.  The program will also include a few of President
Lincoln’s favorites, such as the Battle Hymn of the Republic,
Dixieland, Aura Lee, Nellie Gray and the beautiful, haunting
melody of Ashokan Farewell.

This concert is set at the beginning of North Dakota’s
observance of the bicentennial of Abraham Lincoln’s birth on
February 12, 2008.  The state’s commemoration will be held in
conjunction with the official national observance, which begins
began on February 12 and continues through February 12, 2010.

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The Lazy RF Ranch            (701) 263-4742
Russell and Glenda Fauske
RR 1  Box 139
Dunseith ND  58329

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I thought Paul & Randy would enjoy this picture”from our younger days” Crystal Picture L to R: Front: Gordon Fuchs, Roxanne Fuchs & Laurie Evans 2nd: Jeff Evans, Bob Mongeon, Randy Flynn, Paul Grossman & Rod Hiatt Back: Colette Pigeon, Stephanie Evans, Randine Fuchs, Crystal Fassett, Pennie Kester, Dennis Dion, Holly Myer, Cheryl Kester & Paula Fassett

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Messages from Aggie Casavant (69): 

Gary thanks so much for putting this website together, its so fun and interesting to read,and catch up on everyone, and old memories. I especially enjoy the stories from Dick Johnson, he has such a gift in making stories from back in the day so vivid, it brings you right back to Dunseith, and the photos are great .Thanks Dick, keep the stories and pictures coming. Aggie (not ever never Agnes) Casavant.

Gary, I just sent my first e-mail, then came across Dicks e-mail about that cold breezeway going down to the lunchroom, who could forget it, you could smell Mrs Knutson’s chile or chicken noodle soup all the way down the hallway, you knew when you got to those steep steps in the old building that you were on the home strectch. Thanks Gary for the kind words especially about our mom who cooked in the kitchen, as for our family its gotten bigger, like 52 nephews and neices,and approx 18 great ones. Were all still very close in heart, but Joe and I are the only ones who live out of state. Joe near Minneapolis and me here in South Carolina, which has been home now for a total of 23 yrs. And still working with kids in lockdown, sad to say, a field with a lot of job security these days. But all and all I live a very blest life, and loving most minutes of it. So if anyones ever out this way, you’ll have to give me a call 1-803 389- 2368.  Aggie Casavant

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Aggie, I have 13 of your family siblings in our class lists.  I am missing 3 of you. I will send you the list of who I have so you can tell me who I’m missing. You come from a wonderful family of 16 and you are all alive and well.  Gary

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On weekends when we were in gradeschool, Bev and I and sometimes Diane and Deb would pack a picnic and go to the creek to play. We would go to Morinville’s store and get hot dogs or bologna and bread and Nectar. I remember it being really strong. I’m wondering what we mixed it with. Surely not creek water! Do you remember Bev?

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Gary and Friends 

For many years Joe Morinville ran a grocery store on Main
street in Dunseith. For part of that time, my grandmother
Myrtle Olson work there as a clerk. I used to help her on
Saturdays carrying out bags of groceries for customers. One
Saturday one of our local guys who drank too much {about
everyday} came in to buy some groceries. He was loaded to the
gills and was staggering and mumbling as he went about his
shopping. After we put his goods into a paper sack, he grabbed
it and headed for the door. When he reached for the door handle
he passed out and fell over backwards onto the floor, spilling
his bag all over. I was about ten years old and didn’t know
what this was all about! Grandma mumbled something and said “we
can’t leave him here, he’s blocking the door.” She told me to
grab his feet and she grabbed his arms and we tried to drag him
out the back door. He was too heavy and we only drug him a
short distance. About that time a delivery man came in the back
door and said ” is he dead?” Grandma said “no he’s drunk!” The
guy asked where we were trying to drag him. She said “outside
in the back” to which he said “hold the door!” He was a big guy
and he dragged the guy  out and set him up against the back
wall of the store. I picked up his groceries and set the bag in
his lap and went back inside. I went out to the back several
times to see if he was still there and one time when I looked
out he was gone! ONLY IN OLD DUNSEITH !!

Again, thanks Gary!!

Dick

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Gary,  I am  not  sure  if u  knew  this  or  not  when  we  were  grewing up   everyone  got  Debbie and I mixed  up  ,  so much  so  even  to this  day we  both answer  to  either  name . We   have  even had  people  that  don’t  know  we  have  a sister  called  us  the  oppiste  name.  so  we  get  such  a  laugh  when  this  happens  i  just  thought  it   to be  so  funny  now  people  are  even  calling  her  an azure  .  wow  life  is great   isn’t  it ?  thanks  for  all the  hard  work  u do  Gary  I  love  this  site.   Bev Azure  ( or  is it  Marmon)   lol

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In the year of 63 I was working for Lamoureux Brothers, when lunch time around I would cruise the streets of Dunseith. One time I went to Dales gravel pit and made a u turn to head back to work. When I was heading back this 58 Pontiac came from behind, he didn’t pass right away but stayed beside me. I knew what he wanted to do. I put my foot to the floor, but that didn’t work to well. He shifted gears and lift me like I was standing still. The guy in the 58 Pontiac was Dave Wurgler. The last time I saw that car was owned by Billy Satrang of Rolette. Maybe Dave doesn’t remember, but I always will, The was a white 2 dr hard top with a green insert in the back. I was driving a black and white 58 ford at that time. from Arlan Wenstad

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First of  all  thanks  to Larry  for  the  story about  the  Turtle  story, I can  just see  dad   laugh  his  ass off as  your  mom turned red. and  answered . If  I am  not  mistaken I  think  dewy  has  moms  turtle  card  I  will  ask and  if  he  does  I will  copy it and  send  a  picture of  it.  Again  Larry  thanks  for   the  memories  u  made my dad.  Now   about the  picture  of the  class of  1970   Debbie  Morinville  is  my sister  but  not married to  my  husband  Clarence  Azure  (haha)  unless I  don’t  know something   She  is  married  to Kenney  Marmon

Bev, I’m so sorry. That was my mistake listing Deb as an Azure.  I know very well who each of you are married to.  I just wasn’t thinking when I typed that.  Gary

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Gary,

Gary
Back in the sixties a salesman came to Dunseith and as he went about his business he passed out business cards to employers and employees.  What was unusual about these cards was that they did not give you the name of the salesman or the business he represented.  These cards, if you accepted one, automaticly made you a member of the Turtle Club.

Gary and Friends 

Hearing from Don Conroy made me think of this story. Dad, Don
Johnson, as you know taught under Ed Conroy. Ed was our
respected superintendent at DHS for many years and then served
as principal for a few more years. The story goes, Dad wore toe
rubbers on his dress shoes. For those who don’t know what these
are, they basically cover only the soles and about an inch up
on the shoes all around. Well, Ed would keep putting on Dad’s
and then going home. When Dad was ready to go Ed’s were still
there and his were gone. Now dad couldn’t wear Ed”s because
they were too big but Ed could stretch Dads on. After a few
times, Dad wrote his name in the inside in big letters so Ed
certainly would see it when he went to put them on. Wrong!! The
next day they were gone again. Dad said “what can I do to
correct this” to Gene Hepper, another teacher and coach. Hep
said he thought he knew what to do and would take care of it.
When Dad went to put on his rubbers later, on the inside it
said “Don Johnson OR Ed Conroy!! Everybody had a laugh!!

Dick

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From Alan (42) & Phyllis Campbell: 

Thanks for adding us to your continuing list!!!  We’ve been getting a lot of the messages courtesy of our son Rich and daughter Cathy.  Alan’s memory is fading tho some of those long ago things come back easily and we both have many good memories of Dunseith and all the wonderful people who lived (and many still do!) there.  Alan and I moved to Dunseith in 1953 and he got his feet wet in a hurry after his Dad had a heart attack and needed help at the Security State Bank.  We raised all four of our kids there and felt they had good educations and lots of good friends – as did we.  The reunions in 1982 and again 25 years later were very special occasions for us and we are delighted you picked up the computer communication system and are keeping memories alive and well!!  Best wishes to all and keep up the good work!  Phyllis and Alan Campbell.

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Hi Gary, 

You likely have no idea who I am, my name is Julie Seier. I use
to be Julie Knox, Guy and Lola’s middle daughter. I graduated
from Dunseith in 1982. I got your name and email address from
Monte Espe, who is my Mom’s cousin. We somehow got talking
about your website at Glen Millang’s funeral. He thought I
would be interested and suggested that I email you to get
connected to the site. So here I am, very interested! I would
appreciate it so much if you are able to get me connected.

Thanks so much,

Julie Seier

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Patti Metcalfe Woods (67) reply to the bowling picture:

Gary,

Thank you so much for adding me back in your mailing list. My computer is still not 100%.  I bought a new computer but still get messages saying my

email is full. Sooooooo next step is having a computer guru take a look at it.

The picture of the 1st place bowling team was a treasure.  In the early 70′s Fred and Margo Hiatt invited Dwain and I to bowl on a mixed bowling league with them.

Little did we know that they were pros and we were novices (to say the least).  We had lots of wonderful times.  Margo had the cutest giggle. As I remember Fred and Margo took us fishing to WaterHen and taught us their fishing tips.  I couldn’t believe we actually got up before dawn so we could be out on the lake by sunrise.

Bing Evans was my Uncle (Mom’s brother),  Bill Fassett and Edgar Anderson were our  friends parents, Don Johnson was my favorite Choir teacher.

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Picture Patti references From Crystal Fassett Anderson (70): 

Hello  It’s me again!  Would the people to whom we send our contributions to help with the cemetery upkeep, please post their mailing addresses.  My husband, Dale & I are both retired postmasters, so like to have proper addresses!! Thanks & just for fun I am attaching a picture of the 1955 Dunseith Men’s bowling league 1st place team. Freddie Hiatt, Bing Evans, my Dad Bill Fassett, Don Johnson & Edgar Anderson with Galen Olson on next alley (he was on the 2nd place team.

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Gary, 

Once again thank you for your time as well as providing this
platform for Dunseithians (?)to reminisce.  As I try to catch
up on your daily missives I have discovered 3 missing from the
past couple of weeks.  They were found in my SPAM account,
every third message, #32, 35, and 38.  I await #41 to determine
if this is a continuing pattern.  Do others have a similar
problem?  Is there a fix on my end of the message.  Since I
receive most of the messages, I do not believe I have added
your name to my SPAM list?

Mel Kuhn, in your earlier messages you mentioned the play with
the Genie and your fire extinguisher prop.  I think the play
was called MAX or was it MAXX.  I remember being the genie and
wearing satin pants and slippers with curled up toes.  I am
certain my children would love to see a picture of me in that
attire.

As I remember the fire extinguisher prop, it was a great idea.
I thought it was Duane Sebelius and you, who came up with the
original idea of handling the fire extinguisher.  The fire
extinguisher used for the rehersals was a CO2 type from one end
of the high school building.  Art Martel, the director of the
play, was not overly thrilled with it’s use but the noise and
fog caused by the CO2 expanding had a nice effect.  The CO2
evaporated without a noticeable residue.  Many of us wanted to
play with the prop after play practice and we emptied the CO2.
The Office did not want to refill the fire extinguisher so Mr.
Martel said we could do without the prop.  Being the ingenious
fellow that you are, you procured a fire extinguisher from the
other end of the building in the Junior High School.  Thinking,
correctly, that Mr. Martel and the Office would be watching the
High School end of the building where other CO2 fire
extinguishers could be found.  The fire extinguisher for the
night of the play was a dry chemical extinguisher fully
pressurized.  Without any practice I think you held your hand
on the lever a bit longer than normal.  It was quite a sight.
If EPA knew we were shooting a corrosive residue in the air for
all to breath, the school would have been closed and probably
fined.  I guess dry chemical is like lead based paint, a little
bit won’t kill you.  But I am sure Art Martel or the Office
wanted to kill us.

Stay well, Stay warm.

Randy Flynn

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Gary: 

What a way to start a Monday morning.  I got to work and I was bogged down with phone calls and employees calling in sick and was way to stressed.   I sat down read a couple of letters and laughed until I was almost sick.   ha    The story Dick told about his dog and fish was hilarious and the story about the grave falling in was the highlight of my morning.  Thank you folks for all the great stories.

To Dick and Crystal.   Thank you so much for the very nice pictures of our parents.  Was really great to see them in their younger days.  The last pictures you sent of your folks and the Evans and Dion’s was really nice.    Thanks for all the great pictures and memories.

Dave Slyter : )

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Dick,  I am   glad  I  made your   day   with the  story  of you and  duke, and  the  pic  u  sent  is   great  .   Thanks   for all the memoies  u all   bring  back it  is  the  newpaper I  wake  up  with  each  am.  thanks  alll  Bev

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Congratulations to Pete and Verena on their newest grandson.  They are so precious.  I have two –ages 1 1/2 and 4 years and they live just 45 minutes away, so we spend lots of good times together. 

John and I are heading south on Wednesday for a couple of weeks.  We will be attending a wedding of a niece in Sierra Vista AZ and then up to Mesa to spend Easter weekend with our kids.

Love all the memories and pictures.

Hugs and Prayers,  Susan

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I think the guy in front is Allen Houle?  Gary

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Folks, I was going through some of the pictures and I noticed this nice picture of the LaCroix Family.

Some of you have seen this picture before, but a whole lot of you have not.  This is a beautiful

Picture of Lydia (Fauske) LaCroix and the girls.  Gary

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Glen Millang

Oct. 9, 1940-Feb. 29, 2008

DUNSEITH – Glen H. Millang, 67, Dunseith, died Friday, Feb. 29, 2008, in a Rugby hospital.He was born Oct. 9, 1940, to Carl and Jessie Millang near Kelvin. He married Edna Knox Oct. 9, 1960, in Bottineau.

Survivors: wife; sons, Cam, Dunseith, Kip, Auburn, Wash.; seven grandchildren; sisters, Laurene Olson, Dunseith, Lola Knox, Dunseith, Linda Bostic, Buffalo, Minn.; brother, Dale, Dunseith.

Funeral: Tuesday, 2 p.m., Peace Lutheran Church, Dunseith.

Visitation: Monday, 5 to 9 p.m., in the church.

Burial: Little Prairie Cemetery near Dunseith. (Nero Funeral Home, Bottineau)

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From Ron Longie (65):

Gary,

I talked to Raphael Poitra on Monday 3/3 and he said he was headed to South Dakota to work on a methenol plant, Lola may not catch him at home.

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Message and pictures from Dick Johnson (68): 

Gary and FriendsWhile looking through some old pictures the other evening, I
found a very odd coincidence. There was one taken of my
grandmother, Cynthia Johnson and my dad, Don Johnson in 1932. I
then found the one of Grandma and me from about 1992. She had
ridden with me in one of my cars, a 1933 Ford coupe, during one
of the Dunseith Days Parades. This was taken near Dale’s on the
corner. Same gal 60 years later, still getting her picture
taken with us by an old car!! She lived to be 89 and passed
away in 1998. Just thought this was kind of interesting.

Dick

P.S. We went to Glen Millangs funeral today, it was
well attended. Actually we played “Mr. Bojangles” for them as
they were going out. Ron Hett from Roba’s Coffee House played
with Brenda and me. He did a great job on the mandolin. Glen’s
nickname was “Bojangie”. We didn’t sing as the song is not
really a church song but the instrumental is nice. It was by
Susie’s request. Thanks again Gary!!Dick

From Susan Fassett Martin (65): 

Ads from the Dunseith Journal dated may 21st, 1936

Condolences to the Robillard family from Shirley LaRocque Wendt (59): 

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Gary and Friend 

I was thinking about the Grimme clan and remembered this little
episode! Bill Grimme was over at Boguslawski’s one evening
visiting with Alan. I was there hanging out with John. We were
about 13 or so and were really interested in cars and engines,
etc. Bill was driving his dad’s 53 Plymouth car. It was a light
green two door with a small 6 cylinder engine and a straight
stick transmission. I made some comment about hearing my
Grandpa Hans Johnson say how those engines were really short on
power. To this comment, John agreed that he too had heard of
the lack of power . Being that this was the general belief
around the guys in the know, John and I just HAD to find out
how weak they were. Bill was in the house with Alan and the car
was outside with us so——lets see! We carried blocks of wood
from the woodpile by the alley and carefully placed them under
the tires in such a fashion that Bill should’t see them when he
got in the car. We blocked most of the tires on both sides so
either direction he tried to go, he couldn’t unless the car
could climb over the blocks. To us this was a genius plan for
testing the true power of this engine!! Can it climb the
blocks? Well with everything in place, we just sat back against
the wall of their garage and waited for Bill to come out. It
wasn’t to long before Bill came out and got into the car and
fired her up!! He put it in reverse and let out the clutch and
she let out a grunt and died. He fired up again and the same
thing. On his third try he really revved it up and when he
dumped the clutch wood blocks were flying everywhere and the
poor old Plymouth was bouncing over blocks and roaring and
throwing dirt all over!! By this time John and I were laughing
hysterically and didn’t notice that Bill was out of the car and
headed our direction with this look on his face similar to a
lion about to take it’s prey!! We both got a cuff “up side the
head” and I don’t really remember if we decided our experiment
was a success or a failure!!

Dick

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From Ann Carbonneau O’Connell: 

Thank you for all of the research you have done concerning the Dunseith community. I would like to be included in your mailing list. I have many relatives from Dunseith and enjoy sharing the information with my mother Carol Carbonneau. She was born and raised in Dunseith and is able to identify many of the folks on the pictures that you and others have sent out. I graduated from Bottineau [1968] with your sister-in-law Debby Lee Stokes, however know many Dunseith folks through my cousins the Hills, the Fassatts, Haagensons etc. My goodness, I am even on some of those old photos!! What a hoot!! Thanksyou—Ann O’Connell

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Mr. Lykins (Teacher mid 60′s) Reply to Phyllis McKay (65): 

Phyllis, 

That’s great to learn that you have applied to DoDDS.  Let me know who you
are communicating with.  I know many of the people in personnel and, if I
can, I’d like to put in a good word for you. Be willing to go anywhere and
take any assignment even though it may not be the most desirable one.  Get
your foot in the door and go from there.  No matter where you go it will be
an adventure.  Don’t be shy about “tooting your own horn”  What ever you can
do or have done, let them know.

As you may know I have retired and I must confess that I am having a more
difficult time than I imagined making the adjustment to living back in the
United States.  Even though one of my studies has been the effect on people
living overseas and I had anticipated the problems in making the adjustment,
still I find that I am often times confused by the myriad of options
available for TV, Internet, telephone, and just the plan hard core
commercialism that now exists in our society.  I am beginning to resent the
hard sell for extra insurance on everything I buy.

My shipment from Germany arrived today and I am up to my eyeballs in boxes.

I’m doing substitute teaching and I have been hired by Peterson Educational
Inc. to do testing for 11 weeks.  So, I am busy and I don’t have any time to
travel around as I had hoped to do.  Guess I will have to say “no” to some
things.

I can now be reached at bbplykins@aol.com as I have everything up and
running.

Take care and good luck, Phyllis.  Keep me posted.

Bob Lykins

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In about 1978 I worked on a Black Angus Restraunt near Baseline and Rural Road.  I met a man who was laying tile in the bathroom, he said he was from Dunseith, he was interesting man to talk too and we talked mostly about Joe Evans because he was his age.  The man’s name was Rob Rohrer  His dad was probably a railroad man.  He probably still lives in that area.
From reading Vance’s letter, I wish I would have known him.  He talked about the kinds of things I like to talk about the kind of things that were happening in those days.  Will write more and try to give you a picture of the way Dunseith was in the forties, it was wild, more fun per square inch than any place around!  Gary Metcalfe

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Gary 

Jeff Soland is married to Luann Knox, Guy’s daughter, and asked
how they could get on the list. His email address is:
jsoland@srt.com  I said I would let you know. Lola Vanorny said
she would take copies to Raphael and Janice, about Elvena and
condolences,etc. Thanks.

Dick

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From Carol Watkins Carbonneau (46) Via her daughter-in-law Sharon Carbonneau:   

Gary, I got this note from my cousin Charles Carbonneau’s wife. My Aunt Carol Watkins Carbonneau, is the one who knew all the names. She and her husband Emery still live in Bottineau and since Carol grew up in the Turtle Mts. And went to Rendahl church she knows everyone!! Crystal Fassett Andersen

Mother[Carol Watkins Carbonneau (46)] has identified all of the people on the Vance Bailey Sunday school class picture.
1941 Sunday school class of Peace Lutheran Church of Dunseith, grades of 7 through High School.

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Lola Metcalfe Vanory’s (68) Condolences to the Glen Millang family & reply to Crystal Fassett Anderson (70): 

lola vanorny, ew
Oh Crystal– it is soo wonderful to get these pictures!!-  I  can remember
them barely when they were so young–please keep them coming!!_- LolaYes our hearts were saddened by the passing of our next door neighbor–
Glen Millang– what a shock—- it was so sudden.   Our thoughts and
prayers h ave been with Suzie and the boys.

I got to see Kip- (he lives in Seattle with his family )  when I stopped in
there Sunday–  he looks really good —  it’s been years since I saw him.
Too bad it is always these times we get to see neighbor kids and others
that live far away.

Thanks for these wonderful letters Gary.  It has turned into a phenominal
thing–  unique I’m sure– take care Lola V

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Question from Diane Larson Sjol (70): 

Bev,
Was not able to attend the benefit but would like to donate…is there
an account set up?  Diane Larson Sjol

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Bobby Slyter’s (70) reply to Dick Johnson (68): 

To Dick Johnson

Thanks for the pic of the bowling team with my mom and yours in it, it was great as our parents spent a lot of time together whether it was coming to the farm on weekends or when they where bowling

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Picture identification from Dick Johnson (68): 

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Thank you Neolo Kofoid Garbe for sending this to us: