Peter Gillis’ address in Kosovo
From Pete (65) & Verena Gillis: Dunseith, ND.
Our son is now in Kosovo and says it’s fine over there. He gave me his
address so for those of you that asked for it…..

Spc. Gillis, Peter J.
TF Defender Co. A
KFOR 12 Camp Bondsteel
APO AE 09340

Pete & Verena Gillis

Jim Metcalfe Request
From Gary Metcalfe (57): Forsyth, MO
Gary, My brother, Jim would like to be included in receiving the daily blog.
Thank you. Gary Metcalfe
John & Margaret Bedard’s new contact info
From John Bedard (65): Lake Metigoshe, ND
Letting you know that we have moved permanently to Lake Metigoshe
and have new home and e-mail addresses as follow.
18 Birchwood Heights Rd N
Bottineau, ND 58318
John and Margaret Bedard
Dunseith Alumni reunion in June & message
From Aggie Casavant (69): Fort Mill, SC
Gary, So how’s your domestic construction going? Looks like you have a really nice place.Looks very coastal,like a beach house. It seems strange for it to be built right in the middle of such poverty,but I guess the zoning laws are different in each country.The only thing that bothers me about living around poverty would be the crime. Do they have much crime in the Phillippines? Where I live is minimal,but then you can go 7 miles on the other side of the S.C.border in Charlotte N.C. and theirs every crime imaginable. It’s a shame cuz it’s such a beautiful city,but it’s the result of not controling our borders. We have a gang problem in Charlotte,that’s completely out of control. The drug cartel from Mexico has moved in and to just drive from my home in S.C. to across the border in Charlotte at night can get pretty tricky sometimes.You sometimes see stuff on the way to work,robberies,shootings,and either road rage incidents or carjackings.Whats shocking is this is in really nice areas of town.The place where I work is in a beautiful part of town,but the apartment community that is side by side with our facility,on week-ends especially during summer months,you can hear gun fire,police cars and ambulances. In the winter,fires. There has been 4 fires in the 7 yrs.that I’ve been on my job….cause on all 4 fires,”cooking drugs” I think they call it,free basing…where you melt “crack rock” in a spoon for a syringe…what’s really ironic about this is this is an upscale apartment community,with white collar residents…The bottom line is that drugs has taken over this country,and we the citizens of this country have no one to blame but ourselves…The American people were too trusting of people in high places in this country,who have chosen to turn a blind eye to this mess cuz everyone wants a peice of the pie. With the drugs has come every other dispicable crime,child pornography,prostitution,pedophiles(this crime has gone rampant in this country…why???? Cuz no-one wants to pass a law to execute these people…and they deserve nothing less….So much for America The Beautiful!!!
The other night at work,this guy from Lyberia came over to talk to me. He made the statement,”For America being the “Greatest Country” in the World….I said, “The Greatest Country in The World??? “If Americas the greatest this worlds got …then this whole world is on it’s way to Hell”. People get really angry with me when I make statements like that,but I tell them,”As long as we as a country,stay in denial about the problems in this country,this country is going to continue on, in a downward spiral,and I don’t know how much further we can go with out smashing into the bottom head first”,and as long as we want to beleive how “Great” we are,we have no reason to change…How sad…In closing on this subject,I want to close with a saying I read some where, it went like this: “When The People of This Country Cease To Be Good,America Will Cease To Be Great”. Don’t get me wrong,there is alot of good still left in this country…but there is “ALOT”that has gone unchecked for too long,which in turn is rapidly eroding the greatness of this country…This is the point I was trying to make in a nutshell,but it seems I am always forced to make a “Hair raising,fighting words statement” before I can get anyone anymore into a problem solving,thought provoking conversation”. I’ve had it all said to me,the old over used statement,”Love It Or Leave It”. But I find the people who say stuff like that are either,content with the downward spiral,are not aware of what’s going on in our country, have there own drug lab,or marijuana field in there back yard,or are too fearful what people might think if you speak out…or don’t believe they can make a difference…..As you can see ,I’m none of the above. It doesn’t mean it makes me a better person,it just means:”That if a person feels that they are one of those people….don’t criticize or put down those of us who are trying to make a difference…Like the old saying,”Lead, Follow or Get Out of The Way”
Well, Gary, I bet you would never guess what I really started writing you about… So far I got 17 people including Hwy 43,Verena,Pete,and I. I thought for some reason that we would have a bigger response thru the blog alone…Maybe putting it in the paper isn’t such a bad idea after all. If you would like to check with Verena what she thinks,and maybe we could run it in the paper for the month of November.
Thanks Gary for all you do.It would be interesting to see what the whole process is you go thru getting all this out
Thanks Again,
P.S. This letter wasn’t written for the blog, but if you want to put it on, it’s fine with me…
Aggie, Yes I want to post this. I can assist you guys with getting this in the papers too. I’m hoping they will view this as a community activity involving many of their readers, of which I think they will, and publish this info when we send it to them.
Folks, Aggie, Verena & Pete are trying to get a head count for those interested in attending the Dunseith Alumni reunion they are planning in May. Please let one of us know if you are planning on attending. Our contact info is listed below. When they know how many plan on attending, they will choose a facility to accommodate accordingly. If enough folks plan on going, they can use the High School Gym. They just don’t want to reserve a larger facility if they don’t have the numbers. Their goal is to keep the costs to a bare minimum.

May 22, 2010




4:00pm to 6:00pm – Social Hour

6:00pm to 8:00pm – Cook Out

8:00pm to Midnight – Music & Hanging Out




Band: Hwy 43…AKA Dick & Brenda Johnson & Ron Hett


Aggie, now to address some of the other topics of your letter. You talked about security concerns with the ramped poverty of our Filipino neighbors. We have absolutely no problems at all. In the Filipino communities, everyone knows everyone and knows what belongs to everyone. If anyone sees anyone putting a hand on anything that is not theirs questions are asked and folks are confronted. That seldom happens though. Our garage is located about 300 feet from our house up on the main road. If there’s any strange activity going on or if something goes wrong in the area of our garage, we are instantly notified, day or night, by the folks up there. Everyone knows who belongs in their communities and are very inquisitive when visitors come. These folks especially love seeing our American friends coming to visit. After their first visit, they are not forgotten with return visits. Gary


Messages to Ken Stiker & Trish Larson Clayburgh (73):

From Gary Metcalfe (57): Forsyth, MO


To Ken Striker
I am going to scribble out a couple stories and see if Gary decides to post them. Ken I think you live somewhere near where old Pap Striker originated from. He was a Hoosier. This story is about Erman or E.D. Striker, brother of Lee and Elmer. Erman in the years I knew him, was a tea totaler who did ride a horse from that Peace River Country in Canada to Ten Sleep, Wyo. Erman was absolutely one of a kind to wife Tina and good, clean living. Working together they could have lived entirely off the land. When the bell would ring on Carpenter Lake in November at noon, muskrat trapping was on and everyone set or claimed as many houses as they could. I really admired Erman’s ability to skin a rat and have a pelt in his hand in a matter of seconds. Hunter and trapper, fruit trees, fishing….thanks to Tina, Erman always looked as neat as a pin. A common scene to see was Erman and Tina in the fall months, parked out in the woods, little green ’48 chevy pickup, with a right saw (cousin to the chain saw), with a picnic lunch, enjoying life and nature to the fullest.
Lee Striker was a friend of my dad’s, not a tea man, but a great visitor.
To Trish Larson
It is very evident that you have a deep love of horses, so I want to share some horse stories from my life. My dad’s association with horses started at a young age. It was a respect and partnership more than a love of horses. Old Dewey was a fixture on our farm for a lot of years, he came on about 1946 when Grandpa Evans asked my dad to knock him in the head. I think at about 2 years old their teeth get loose and they can’t forage very well in deep snow in winter. So dad loaded him on a stone boat and hauled him up to our place then commenced to pull him up and down with a wire stretcher for a couple months. Pretty soon he was in harness along with half brother, Jim. A perfect match.
Our first team was Nellie and Squirrely and our last team was Bird and Doll who we got from Jake Thiefoe. Then came a saddle horse fit for a cowboy, Scottie. Harold Kelly found him over by Belcourt. The Davis’ had him on their race adjenda. Scottie was one half Arabian from Aladdin. Aladdin was a magnificient horse who met a sad fate down near Willow City. He had too much spirit, he would pick up a fence post and would run with it. One day he hit the corner of the barn and killed himself. Anyway when Scottie would get warmed up, he was back in the race, so my dad was the only one on the farm who could ride him, one day when Dad had Scottie’s head pulled around, eyeball to eyeball, he jumped over a willow bunch right into the Johnson Lake. So that called for a new type of bit. Pretty soon, he had a horse fit for a king, tough, fast and he earned a great retirement….run of the oat bins and hay stacks, you see my dad was a horse man way more than a tractor man. Horses were a source of absolute power to a person who knew how to handle them. Especially in the deep snow and mud on the Canadian border. They were used a lot and had a feeling of being needed. Trish you look like you are right where you like to be, on a mission. By the way I had a quarter horse mare that was a joy to ride and easy to catch. Like anything else it is hard to find a good one for you. You surely are in the right place to enjoy horseback riding and hunting. Gary Metcalfe
Luella Boardman Bjornseth’s (49) family
Posted by Neola Kofoid Garbe: Minot & Bottineau, ND.
Comment: Ralph sure looks like his father Jacob in this photo. Gary
Back: Luella & Ralph
Front: Mark, Janice & Ron



Folks, our place is like a bee hive this morning. We have guys here replacing screen doors on our house, screens on the outside kitchen, and several windows in the house. We also have another crew installing outside ceramic tile and another crew installing some decorative planters on part of the cement wall around our property. These folks need my attention, so today’s message will be kind of short. Gary.

Reply to yesterday’s picture

From Evon Lagerquist (77): Dunseith, ND.

Gary, I think the man in the last photo with Mary Ann Hagen is Elvin Haagenson……

Evon, you are so right. That is Elvin, Cheryl’s dad, not Willard. That was my mistake. Thank you so much for the correction. Gary

Elvin Haagenson & Mary Ann Hagen


Landsverk’s book
Comments from Dick Johnson (68): Dunseith, ND.
Gary and Friends,

The last couple of nights I have been reading Erling Landsverk’s
book, ‘ My Dakota Years’. I have to say it was most interesting to me to
read about the life of his family through the depression and the war.
This is a great documentation from first had experiences. Erling has
done a really good job of remembering so many of the small details that
make his book hard to put down. It is a ‘must read’ for anyone
interested in the early days, 1920s through 1940s, here in the Turtle
Mountains. Thanks Erling, your book is one of my treasured pieces of
local history! Thanks Gary!


Florence Pladson update following her car accident
Message from Neola Kofoid Garbe: Minot & Bottineau, ND
July 09:
Florence, Keith & Becky
I visited Florence today for a short time (I was on my way to meet Wally for supper.). The lady whose daughter was injured in the same accident, was visiting her when I arrived. I chatted a bit/left caramels for both ladies and left. Florence looks/sounds very “good”. She said “they” are checking into her going to the Bottineau Hospital for therapy, if they have room for another patient. She would, of course, like to go there. If not, she’ll most likely be transferred to the former St. Joe’s building in Minot. Apparently, that’s where Trinity’s rehab is now.
I don’t know if you want to post this, but if you do, please check with Tina Pladson Bullinger before you do. I want my info to be correct, and also that it’s OK to post it.
Reply from Florence’s Daughter
Becky Sime Coles (82): Spokane, WA.

That sounds accurate to me. I spoke with my mom this afternoon and she sounded in good spirits. She says the only pain that she really has is the burning in her hand and up to her elbow. This is most likely due to the regeneration of the nerve in that area. They have had her up and sitting in a wheelchair and it is quite exhausting after having been in the hospital bed for so long. She is hoping to be moved to the facility in Bottineau but as of today they did not have a spot for her. Her doctor has advised her that he doesn’t want to move her until the pain in her hand/arm is better. She has a long road of therapy ahead of her bur her spirits are good and her goal is to be up and dancing again in time for New Years!

She passed on her thanks to the people that have sent emails, cards, flowers etc. She said the messages brighten her days.

I would like to thank all of you as well for your thoughts and prayers. Keep the positive thoughts and prayers coming for all that were involved in this terrible accident.


Message/Picture from Vicky Bergan Dietz (82): Princeton, Minnesota
Hi Gary,
The following picture is of Randy Haavisto, Son of Vicky Bergan-Dietz (1982 DHS) and grandson of David and Glenda Bergan Dunseith, ND. He has enlisted with the United States Marines Corp, we are all so very proud of him. He arrived in San Diega, California , Camp Pendelton, Monday eve, 10-26-2009 for Marines Boot-Camp. We are looking forward to an awesome reunion when he completes his training camp!
Vicky Bergan-Dietz
Vicky Bergan Dietz (82) with her son Randy Haavisto
Pictures from the Achieves
Clarence (Deceased) & Mary Ann Hagen



Willard Haagenson & Mary Ann Hagen




Article written by Gary Woodford (55)





Sympathy to Marie Iverson Staub (60)

From Susan Brew Roussin (59): Rolla, ND

We send our sympathy to Marie Staub. I have been a widow for 17 years, but I still miss the conversations with my dear husband. You may feel you are in a fog for awhile, but with faith and love from family and friends you will be able to move on and hold fast the good memories. Love and prayers to you and yours.
Update on Virgil Rude (Stroke): Minot, ND
From his Aunt Luella Boardman Bjornseth: Bottineau, ND

We had lunch with Virgil & Gerry last Friday. They were on the way up to the farm to cut the grass one last time before winter. Virgil isn’t allowed to drive yet but is doing real good. He is taking theropy 3 times a week and will be taking it until the end of November. He walks good now but uses a cane to steady himself part of the time. Is still a little weak on the right side so has to take his time. He talks plainly now and says he doesn’t have any pain. He thought he would be able to run the riding mower and Gerry said if he had a problem with it she would be able to finish it off. We haven’t talked to him since so haven’t found out how he made out.


Virgil, A lot of our folks know you and knowing that it’s OK with you, I wanted to post this message of Luella’s. It’s wonderful that you are doing so well. It’s wonders what a positive attitude has. Mind over matter is a lot of the name of the game. Gary
Reply from Pam Lagerquist (68): Minneapolis, MN
I don’t remember some of you, but it’s so nice to see what’s going on with you. I was only in dunseith for 1 year (senior), but I met so many nice people, teachers and towns people. Pam Lagerquist

Memories from Dick Morgan (52): Washburn, ND

A common stereotype is of a young person, living in a small, rural town, whining, “there is nothing to do here. I can’t wait to get away from here.” As I recall, when I was a young person living in a small, rural town, we had:

Turtle Mountains for all those wonderful, colorful characters “living in the hills”; Peace Gardens for picnics and nocturnal naughtiness; Steve Cook’s Kelvin for beverages; Willow Creek for hiking; Shelver Drug for soda fountain; Reservation for pow wows and bush dances; Mineral Springs for camping; Metigoshe for fishing; Lambert’s Hill for skiing; Althea for three different movies a week; Shutte for swimming; Peterson’s Hall for Ole Bersinger’s “Rubber Dolly”; Butte St. Paul for beer bashes; Indian Mound for digging; Rolla for rivalry and hard fought games; San Haven for “San bags”; Shanty Town for more colorful characters; Memorial Hall for just about anything; Bottineau for unsuccessful cruising for girls; Round Barn for dances; Ole Evan’s pasture for gopher hunting; four lively bars; bakery for oh such good bread and raised doughnuts; church for Christmas programs; Great Northern gravel pit for Fourth of July fireworks; Main Street for Saturday nights; Crystal Cafe for hot pork sandwiches and sour cream raisin pie; and, of course, dear old DHS for sports, plays and Miss Schurr’s college prep classes.

NOTHING TO DO!? There weren’t enough hours in the days or nights.

Dick Morgan ’52



Email address Change for Bob & Donna (Sunderland 52) Leonard (51): Dunseith, ND

I have changed the location of my computer to Dunseith, and wanted to maintain hi-speed internet for the winter months. In order to accomplish that, had to change servers. My new e-mail address is I understand this is case sensitive.


Hopefully, this will not create a problem for any of you.





Bob, This is no bother at all for me to make these changes. In fact I encourage folks to keep me updated with all of their changes. We try to keep all these records as current as possible. Thanks, Gary



Reply to Erling Landsverk from Lois Lilleby Fielding (51): Prescott, AZ


Reply to Erliing Landsverk from Lois Lilleby Fielding: Yes, Erliing, Arnold was my father and for several years we lived on ‘Main Street” next to his garage. I remember playing around bags of wool, I think, in the garage. In addition, living next door to K.C. and Margie Sine’s store, I would go there to “help” rearrange the cans of food in the bins. Then, after my “work”, Margie and I would share an orange. The Sines were the Best!! I love hearing stories of K.C. on the blog.

Good luck to you with your book! Lois Lilleby Fielding.




Dunseith News posted by Neoal Kofoid Garbe:Minot & Botttineau, ND



Pictures from the Achieves


About 1967:
Standing L to R: Lola Metcafe, Patt Metcafe, Joan La Croix
Bottom L to R: Joann Houle, Corliss Allard, Randi Mongeon




2007 – Sheally Baker Engebretson (65)



Evie Gottbreht (65) & Patty Boguslawski (65)






Marie Iverson Staub’s (60) husband, Marvin, passed away.
From Marie: Seattle, WA
Just wanted to let you know my husband Marvin Staub, who you met at the Seattle reunion passed away on October 18th. He had heart problems but you are never prepared for something like that. We were married for 43 years it’s going to be difficult for sometime without him. I will even appreciate your e-mails more now. I know he talked to Bernadette at the reunion and she invited us to come visit and he was thinking about it but it won’t happen now. I am blessed, as I have two great boys and a lot of good friends. It’s just going to take some time.
Marie Staub
Marie, We are so sad to hear of Marvin’s passing. Yes, I remember both of you well from the Seattle reunion on July 24th. I know Bernadette had a nice chat with Marvin too. Being at the reception desk, she spoke more one on one with everyone than I did. You must have been at the same table as Phyllis McKay and her friend Leo. Marvin was sitting next to Leo in this picture.
Marie, It’s tough loosing a loved one. We know this is a really hard time for you. Our condolences are with you. We have not forgotten you. That invitation still stands for you coming over to visit too.
Gary & Bernadette.
PS – Marie is related to the Iverson’s in Bottineau. They are close relatives.
San Haven
From Lois (Bev Morinville’s friend, originally from Rolette, that she met at the Log house in Dunseith): Helena, MT.
Dear Gary,
Please keep up the wonderful news about San Haven from you and your friends’ memories! I read and forward the wonderful written memories to my cousins also! I think we all in that area had someone at the “San” at one time or another during those early years!
Again, I so appreciate the news and hope to read more! Lois Tweten
Reply from Luella Boardman Bjornseth (49): Bottineau, ND.
Gary thanks for keeping on sending the alumni news. It is really interesting reading all the things different ones are remembering of the years past. I wonder if Erling remembers how to play steal stiks? I can rember playing it when I went to the old country school but don’t rember the rules. We used to have lots of running games at recess and everybody got to play. keep up the good work.
Folks, Luella is married to Ralph Bjornseth. Ralph was a mechanic at the International dealership in Bottineau for years. Following his employment there, he and Clem Helgeson teamed up and did ‘on sight’ overhauls all over the country. Those guys were some of the best Diesel mechanics of all times. Ralph’s dad was Jacob Bjornseth. Their home place was 1 3/4 miles west of us up in the hills. Ralph’s sister’s, Gladys and Viola, married, twins, Albert and Alfred Rude. LaVerne Rude, Albert/Gladys boy, is married to Carrole Fauske (66). I have know all these families, well, my entire life. Great folks. Some of you know Virgil Rude too. His folks were Alfred/Viola. Gary
Request from Delmer Fugere, Son of Lois (Hiatt) & Orelle Fugere
Bonney Lake, WA
Hello Gary, I sure enjoy reading the blog. I mentioned the blog to Dale Evans (Mary Petersons Son) He would like to be added to the list. His email is

Thanks, Delmer Fugere

Dale, With your Dad, Martin (Deceased) having been a brother to Ella (Jim) Metcafle, that would make you a first cousin to Gary Metcalfe and all of his siblings. With your mother being a Peterson, you are first cousins to all the Peterson’s and of coarse Howard and Vida (Peterson) Hiatt’s siblings. That’s a lot of folks, a big percentage of whom are on our distribution list. I know I’ve missed a few too. I found an address listed for you in Algona, WA. Would this be your correct address? Algona I believe is near Renton/Auburn. Gary


Thank you / Reply from Erling Landsverk (44): Portage, WI

Hi Gary and everyone:


Thank you Gary and Lois Fielding, Brenda hoffman and dick Johnson for your kind words. I don’t deserve them, but I will take them. Lois, was Arnold Lilleby your father, I knew him quite well, Dad bought all his gas there as well as other automotive repairs.. When you people make comments about Dunseith on Gary’s Blog, its just like old home week.

Gary, you mentioned my book, well as I have said before, its not fair or right to use this great community get together for any other purpose than to stay connected. Anyone can get in touch with me with a short E Mail and I promise to get back to anyone who is interested. As for myself, I am not any different, (I like to think) than any other North Dakotan. I just do what I need to do, and am proud to be associated with all you folks.


Best wishes to Everyone!


Erling Landsverk


Henry Boppre’s Obituary posted by Neola Kofoid Garbe: Minot & Bottineau, ND.

Ann Boppre Perry’s (72) Reply: Dunseith, ND.



I have been gone so didn’t get this until today.

Yes, Dick, was right. Henry and my Dad were brothers. Now there are
only 2 left out of 11.
Dad and Henry were married to sisters (Ester and Mary James)Dick’s cousins
on the Stretzel (SP) side. Ester died and Dad married MOM, so my sisters
are double cousins to Henry’s children.
My sister, Donna, is married to Walter Weaver, Judy’s brother.




Larry Took’s (71) email address: Souris, ND.
From Cheryl Haagenson (71): Dunseith, ND.
Gary will you please add Larry Tooke ( 71) to the distribution his email is
thanks for keeping this up, See you in Feb 2012.
Cheryl Haagenson
Larry, it’s great having you on board. Your family was a big part of Dunseith in my days.
Cheryl, We are so looking forward to seeing you in Feb 2012 on our next Dunseith Alumni Cruise. The Alaska Cruise was so much fun and this one will be even better now that we know the ropes. Gary
Erling Landsverk
Reply from Lois Lilleby Fielding (51): Prescott, AZ
To Erling Landsverk: Thank you for your very descriptive and absorbing story. I wanted it to go on and on! I don’t believe I ever knew Harry Larson, but I wish there were more of his kind today teaching our grandchildren. Lois Lilleby Fielding, Class of 1951

Erling Landsverk

Reply from Brenda Hoffman (68): Greenville, SC
Dear Erling,
I loved your story. Please let us know when your book of short stories is available for purchase.
Erling Landsverk
Reply Dick Johnson (68): Dunseith, ND.
Gary and Friends,

First, to Erling Landsverk, very good memory and great story. Although
I never attended a rural school, my dad taught several and I did go with
him on occasion. He always said the kids from a rural school really
learned their lessons because they had the lessons from all eight grades
for all eight years. As the younger ones listened, they learned the
older kids lessons as well. I do remember going to a program when Agnes
Berg was the teacher at one of the rural schools. I think it was
Wetherelt but it could have been Beaver Dam–I was real young, maybe
4-5. They had a bunch of fun things to do for the kids and the parents
and then had a drawing for some door prizes and I won a red slide open
pencil box. I don’t know how many folks younger than me know what a
pencil box was? It was made like a match box but larger. I treasured my
prize as it was the first thing I ever won! Several of the things that
all rural schools always had were a globe, large maps of the world, and
a picture of one of the early presidents–usually Washington–on the
wall. In the back was usually a crockery water cooler with a lid. We
lived in town so I started school in the big old white school building.
I had many good teachers over the years but I always liked Mrs. Conroy
the best. She, too, had a way of making class interesting and had us
looking forward to the next day. She was also strict but almost never
had to do much in the line of discipline because everyone respected her.
There are still people who confuse respect with obedience. Teachers can
demand obedience but they have to earn respect from the kids. I do
remember one time we got a new girl from a boarding school in South
Dakota. When Mrs. Conroy told her to do something, she swore at Mrs.
Conroy—BAD! Mrs. Conroy walked around her desk and grabbed her by the
hair and then picked up a meter stick and took her in the small room
just off the fourth grade room. We heard whack,whack, whack,whack! The
door opened and the girl went back to her desk. Mrs. Conroy came out and
threw the meter stick in the trash can by her desk–in three or four
pieces! We had no problem with the deal. The girl deserved it for saying
what she said to Mrs. Conroy–and I still feel that way!I would
certainly have deserved it if I had said it.We have come full circle now
and can’t understand why kids are unruly and mouthy. We can always give
them some sort of tranquilizing drug to lessen their aggression. Of
course if a teacher spanked a kid now, lawyers would be in the school
the same day filing charges and counselors would be called to help the
kid cope with the trauma. What a mess! Thanks to Erling and Gary!


Folks, for some reason Erling’s story did not get attached as a Word document in yesterday’s message so I have re-attached it with today’s message.
Erling has published a book too. I know that his cousin, Sharon Landsverk Beckman who works as a checker at Jerry’s Jack & Jill in Bottineau, has copies. Other than that, I’m not sure how to get copies. I’m hoping Erling can provide us with that info.
Erling, This was a beautiful story. Many of us are looking forward to reading the short stories you are working on too. You do not let your handicap of being blind prevent you from doing the things you love to do with your writings and music. You are a remarkable guy, one we for sure all look up to. Gary

Prevoulsy posted with message 180 on 08/03/08

Message/Picture from Gary Morgan (54):


Gary & All,
Attached is a snapshot of the entire 1950 football team that my mother took after we had beaten Belcourt in our first game of the season. We had previously thumped Towner in a practice scrimmage so we were on a roll. Back row: Billy Leonard, Marshall Awalt, Clayton McKay, Bob Leonard, Jerry Blake, Don Hiatt & Stephen Renault. Front row: Gary Morgan, Eddie Leonard, Dick Morgan, Jerry Williams, Glen Williams & Don Hosmer. White jersey: Barry Shelver. We only had 12 game uniforms so Barry, being only a lowly 8th grader didn’t get one. However, in the next game, against Leeds, Stephen got his nose broken, a not uncommon occurrence in those days, and was out for the season. This was a good thing for Barry cuz now he got a game uniform. I don’t know why Bill missed the team picture. This was the first football team Dunseith fielded since before the war and we took our lumps. We played Belcourt twice so got two wins but were humiliated by Leeds 60-13 and also beaten by Rolla, Towner and Bisbee twice for a record of 2-5. We were competitive in all but the Leeds game.
The next year, we won our first two games but in the second one, against Rolette, Don Hosmer’s head met Eddie Leonard’s knee and they were both knocked out of action. Since we only had three subs to start with, including 90 lb. Barry Shelver and 75 lb. Gary Woodford, we had to cancel the rest of the season.
Janice is right. Old school friends are special.

Gary Morgan


Back row L to R: Billy Leonard, Marshall Awalt, Clayton McKay, Bob Leonard, Jerry Blake,

Don Hiatt & Stephen Renault. White jersey: Barry Shelver

Front row L to R: Gary Morgan, Eddie Leonard, Dick Morgan, Jerry Williams, Glen Williams & Don Hosmer


Harry Larson – Erling Landsverk’s first grade teacher
Story from Erling Landsverk (44): Portage, WI
Hi Gary:
The story is off to Janice Myhre, and I am attaching a copy for you along with many thanks for your help. I actually am thinking about publishing it. . Or perhaps include it in a book of short stories I have been working on. At 83 years of age, I guess I better do something before I begin to get elderly. I do spend a lot of time with my music. I play the guitar, both classical, and popular favorites along with Latin American and of course a smattering of rag time just to keep the audience from walking out too soon. Its been a great life, and now I can do some things I always wanted to pursue. Thanks again Gary for your most welcome help and kind words.
Kindest Regards
Erling, Thank you so much for sharing this wonderful well written story of your childhood school days with Harry Larson as your teacher. You bring back many memories to those of us a little younger too. You mention Florence Christianson in your story too. She married Vernon Williams. Several of her children are on our distribution. Lori is married to Ray Lagerquist, whom I know well.
Folks, Janice Myhre is Harry Larson’s daughter. She lives in Spokane, WA. Janice returned my phone call last week. We had a nice chat. She said her dad was dedicated to his teaching an absolutely loved every minute in the class room. Teaching was the love of his life. Until Erling got in touch with her, she had not known that her dad had taught at Loon Lake school. Harry Larson is listed in the Dunseith book as being hired to teach in Dunseith in 1937.
Folks, I have attached, in a Word Document, Erling’s story. I have also pasted a copy at the very end of today’s blog.
San Haven
Reply from Jeri (Fosbert) Neameyer wife of Gordon Neameyer (55): Moorhead, MN

Seeing my aunt and uncle Grace and Benny Frovarp mentioned in Brenda Hoffman’s article I just have to share a little about the time we would visit with Grace and Benny. My sisters and I would spend a couple days every year with them and playing with Sharon and Charlene Pearson. They knew where to go and we would go through the tunnels and remember them being very hot. Had lots of treats at the commissary and ate in the dining room. I thought the apartment that the Pearson lived in was the greatest, it was at the top of the one building and could look out and see all over the area. It was fun times at San Haven. I remember the Hoffman name but Brenda was much younger. I think they lived in one of those green houses along the tunnel sidewalk. I thought those people had it made–they never had to clean house or cook meals.


I read about all of you having had Don Johnson as a teacher and I should have wrtten about how we in Rolette also had Don as our choir director when he taught at Rolette High School in the late 50’s. He was very well liked and remember he always closed his concerts with “The Lord Bless You and Keep You.” He alwys had everybody singing there best.


Jeri Neameyer
San Haven
Reply from Bob Hosmer (56): Lynnwood, WA

Hi Gary and all,


All the memories of San Haven and Mona Johnson’s remarks on the Laundry spurs me to comment as well.

One summer (or part of a summer) in the ’50s, I worked with Chuck and Mona at the Laundry as a teenager.

I remember the steaming of the prepared soap in the barrels used in those big washing machines. It was an amazing experience working with them–watching Chuck dump those bloody gauzes in the floor sink and running cold water over them to get all that blood washed out before washing them and getting them ready for use in OR again. They both were so gracious and patient with me during that summer. And seeing how husband and wife worked together as a team made a deep, lasting impact on me; so that my own marriage operates as a husband and wife team in all our work.


I miss the beauty of San Haven. I loved to go there whenever I could. We used to bicycle there, run in the tunnels and enjoy the freshness of everything. Once in a while the family would go up to have dinner on a Sunday in the dining room. It’s hard to go back and see the destruction done to the facility. But the memories are precious. Bob Hosmer




San Haven

Reply from Aggie Casavant (69): Fort Mill, SC


I found Brenda Hoffmans memories of the San interesting. It’s like it was a little suburb of Dunseith,with it’s own stories within it self. I never realized so many families lived up there.
I worked night shift at the San for like 2years with my cousin David Casavant,and Gerard Barbot,after moving back to N.Dakota when my brother Jimmy got burned at his graduation party. I remember it being alot of fun,playing cards all night and telling ghost stories.You could really get attached to some of the patients.
I remember from where we lived on the farm,at sunset during the summer months,the sun would hit the windows of the San,and it would look like the whole place was on fire. I remember us kids would come running in the house hollering,”Mama!Mama! the Sans on fire! The first time we said it, it startled her,but after that she was like “whatever”.
Brenda,don’t worry about your spelling,no one can be as bad as me. It was the only subject in school I was good at,but as the years go by it looks like my spelling has gone the way of my “math,and history” grades. LOL …you know it’s bad when the computer age even offers spell check…and I still can’t get it right….don’t know how to use… Oh but lifes Great! Ms.Aggie
Brandon Halvorson
From Vickie Metcalfe (70): Bottineau, ND.
Hey there Gary and all,
Its Saturday afternoon in Bottineau town. I just rang up Ed
Berg, maternal Grandpa of Brandon Halvorson and inquired how that
cowboy is getting along. Grandpa Ed told me, Brandon is out of the
hospital and under the TLC of his mom Becky.
I said, “I suppose if I asked Brandon how he was doing he
would have, responded with a doing fine and shrugged it off.
Grandpa Ed said, “Yes, he would but, Brandon will have a long,slow
recovery probably up to three months. He’s in a lot of pain, as his
muscles were severely damaged. The doctors told him broken bones
would have been far less painful , taken less time to heal, and he
needs to also recover from that concussion. ”
Lets all continue sending warm thoughts and get well
wishes to Brandon the Halvorson cowboy who hung on in the saddle as
long as he could, then survived many of pounds of horseflesh rolling
over, squishing him in the muck and says……… “doin fine”.
Thanks. Vickie
Reply from Keith Pladson (66): Stafford, VA
Like you, I’m far from being a great bowler. But I enjoy the game regardless of what my average is. We are a money league, but also a fun league. The difference is that on the real money leagues, the players are very competitive, the prize fund is higher (thus it costs more to bowl) and many bowlers carry averages of well over 200. I’ve bowled on some of those and never really enjoyed them — too competitive. In contrast, our league is all about having a good time, and if you win some money at the end of the season, great! That doesn’t mean our bowlers aren’t competitive, they (we) are, but it’s just not the same. We have bowlers with averages of 220 or higher, but we also have many who carry averages of around 100. As for me, I’m somewhere in the middle. Last year I finished the year with a 172 (which is right around where I usually am). Unfortunately, this year (through week 6 of 32) I’ve been in a bit of a slump and am struggling to stay above 160. Oh well, there are many weeks to go. Keith Pladson (66)
Keith, It’s nice to be competitive, but having fun is the name of the sport. I inquired about the bowling fees for pleasure bowling here in the Philippines and one can choose to pay by the game or by the hour. By the game it’s $1.20. The hourly lane rate is $3.00. Our league collects $1.00 per game from each of it’s players and then pays the hourly rate. Our league makes money on the deal.
Reply to Angelina Metcalfe, Gary’s Granddaughter
From Ele Dietrich Slyter (69): Dunseith, ND.
A few years ago I heard of a diet that helps with some seizure patients. It is called the Ketogenic Diet (spelling?) and has done wonders for a lot of people. Johns Hopkins hospital was in charge of this diet, but that may have changed. Apparently, this diet can actually stop the seizures, but it is very strict and must be done very carefully under doctors supervision. If it works the patient does not have to be on it for the rest of their lives either. Johns Hopkins published an article that stated even those who did not stop having seizures at least were helped in that the episodes became less severe and did not happen as often. They said no one has regretted trying the diet.
Just a thought that may help Angelina, or at least be something that they may want to look into for her.
Erling Landsverk’s Story









The ensuing story is an account of my experience with an unforgettable individual who was also my teacher during my first year of elementary school.

It is important to remember that although I relate this story as a young boy, much of my understanding and comments about him, came later as a result of my vivid memory of what he did as a teacher and why. The setting of this story is equally important, because it reflects the economic conditions of our country,the feeling of distrust of our elected officials, and the banking industry, coupled with a drought so severe as to challenge that ofOklahomaduring the same time period. It was a beautiful area that at times was uninviting due to extreme cold, and unpredictable weather.However this same area wasinhabited by strong willed and determined high plains people that looked for ways to solve their problems, and did so with resolve.These same people had a high regard for education, and were determined to ensure a proper education for their offspring’s.My own parents were among those great folks for which I am most grateful.Many of the young students in this area went on to perform a great service to their community, their State and our Country.I am certain that the teacher in this story must have had an influence on many of these during his teaching career.






The year was 1933, Franklin D. Roosevelt had just been sworn in as our new president, and the country was in the depths of a severe depression.This story takes place in theTurtleMountainsregion ofNorth Dakotathat was suffering a drought that was causing indescribable damage to the land and its inhabitants. This all sounds quite grim given the immediate outlook at that time, but to a 6 year old boy beginning his first day of school, nothing seemed to matter except the new adventure of attending school.The hot dry days of summer passed slowly it seemed, but finally the day arrived, and I trooped off with my three older siblings (Rolf, Borghild, & Ossie) into the next chapter of my life.



We walked on wagon trails that wound through deep woods, around meadows and over dry creek beds for a mile and a half until we caught sight of the little school.There were children playing near the building and then I saw a tall man waiting on the steps of the school. I asked my siblings who he was, and they said that he must be the new teacher they had learned was going to teach us this year.As we drew near he calledouta greeting to my older siblings, and asked their names, after looking at a note book he had in his hand, he turned to me asked them , “who is this young man? They told him that I was their younger brother and that I was just starting my first year. He smiled shook my hand and asked, can you tell me your name?I stammered my name, Erling, and he smiled and said “you must be Norwegian”.I nodded and he directed me inside to a seat. After a few minutes he took a small bell from his desk, went out on the porch and rang it summoning everyone inside to begin school. He began by calling out names and asked the pupil what grade he or she was in, then he seated them at appropriate desks. This took only a short time, but at the end of the seating arrangement he noticed four boys who looked older than my oldest brother Rolf, and Rolf was 14 years old.The teacher asked them if they wanted to attend classes.They told him that they were just going to watch.The teacher said that this would not do, and they should leave.The leader of the group stepped forward a few paces towards the teacher and said that they did not have to leave and that they were going to stay. After hearing this the Teacher took a couple of quick steps toward the leader, grabbed him by his shirt front and loudly told him, “I said leave”, whereupon he gave the boy a shove that sent him sprawling in the aisle.There was a dead silence in the room, and the big boys looked at the Teacher in astonishment and quickly left the school.The Teacher turned to the students in the class room and said, “Those bullies won’t bother you any more and you are here to learn and I intend to see that you do”.I learned later that the boys that the Teacher had directed to leave had been bullying students and intimidating lady teachers for the past couple of years, and so the school officials felt that it was time to stop it.That was quickly accomplished by our new Teacher, Mr. Harry Larson! That was his name and as he stood at the front of the room he wrote his name on the blackboard, repeated his name and told us that we could address him as Mr. Larson, or Teacher, and that he was there to help everyone learn and ask him questions anytime except for the time he was conducting a class.



Mr. Larson began with my two classmates and myself, by giving us instructions on how to write our names. And to keep practicing until we could do it well. He continued by giving us an encouraging word, he must have known how surprised and fearful we were after the initial scuffle that took place. His manner with us was entirely different and we began to look at him with admiration and wonder, as I believe all the students did. The morning recess came and ended to soon we thought. Mr. Larson continued to assign work to each class until the noon hour.We all had our lunch and began playing when Mr. Larson came out to the small playground and called everyone to gather around.After all were near, he asked how many of us would like a place to play ball. Everyone held up their hands or shouted yes.Mr. Larson pointed out an area east of the school and said, we will have to clear that land right there and we will begin tomorrow, and I expect you to all help during your morning and noon recess. The very next day, Mr. Larson brought an axe and at the morning recess instructed the older boys to pile up the small trees and brush as he cut it. He gave the girls a rake and a basket and told them to haul the leaves and twigs to a designated place off the playground.Everyone had something to do, and after about two weeks of hard work, the area had been cleared of the undergrowth and small trees.A nearby farmer brought a horse drawn disc over and leveled the ground so the players could run without stumbling.Mr. Larson gathered us all together at the new ball field and told us that we had a new ball diamond because we were willing to work and build one.Then he said the same applies to your school work, if you want to learn and have good grades, you must work for it. We all grew quiet; I will always remember that lesson. Looking back, onecould say it was basic, but I think it was more than a simple basic lesson, consider how we learned to set goals, we learned creativity and planning, we learned working cooperatively for a common goal, we learned consideration and compassion for each other as we moved towardsthe final outcome. Mr. Larson was more than a teacher of reading, writing and arithmetic.He taught human values that would sustain us for a lifetime.



We had given up some of our play time to achieve a ball field, but we had not given up class time, and with the encouraging words from Mr. Larson, the classes forged ahead with surprising result. Report cards that we all compared before bringing them home for our parents to inspect and sign began to show better and higher achievement signs.Deportment was also considered quite important by Mr. Larson, and the improvement in that area was also evident. I remember listening to older classes recite, and at times Mr. Larson would use a competitive quiz to spark more interest, and just when one would think he would only ask those who were waving their hands, he would walk down to the silent student and quietly ask for an answer, to the question he had just posed.Most times the student knew the answer but was to shy to enter into the noisy portion of the quiz.By going down to the student and receiving a correct answer he would say loudly, “that is correct” I know this helped the shy student build up self confidence.I know, because Mr. Larson also used this practice on myself, for which I am most grateful.He seemed to have an uncanny way of increasing a students desire to learn.



In those early days, there was no PTA, but Mr. Larson, simply visited the homes of the children that attendedLoonLakeSchool# 2.This gave him the opportunity to discuss the child’s progress with the parents, and to get an understanding of the child’s home life and get acquainted with the parents. As I reflected on these visits, it became increasingly apparent that he was accomplishing more than a single purpose, he began a friendly relationship with the parents, he looked for anything that might be the cause of a behavioral problem, if there were any and also find ways to improve the students study skills. By late October he had completed his visits to the families, and of course he had also visited our home.On that day, he walked home with us, and mother invited him to stay for supper.He accepted, and as the meal progressed, he discussed each of us with our parents.It went quite well for all of us and after the discussion, he looked around at us and said, they are doing quite well, but there is always room for improvement.I believe that was his way of saying that we were all doing O K. but he always encouraged us to do better.WhileMr. Larson, Mother and Dad were finishing their coffee, Mr. Larson mentioned that he had learned of our parents talents for music, and asked if they would play a couple of numbers for him. Mother and Dad never refused a request if they had time, so Mother seated herself at the piano and Dad took down his Violin and they proceeded to play a couple of classical numbers. Then Dad turned to me and said why don’t you get the banjo and show Mr. Larson how you can play.I had pestered my Dad for the past year to help me learn some simple chords on the banjo, and Dad was more than happy to do that, but I was pretty nervous when it came to playing for Mr. Larson, but Dad asked me, and I knew better than to disobey.We all three played some folk tunes, with my brother Ossie chiming in with his harmonica.When we finished Mr. Larson applauded and said he enjoyed the entertainment, then he excused himself and said he had to leave. After he left, Mother and Dad remarked that he certainly appeared to be a good man and surely was interested in our education,



Mr. Larson had innovative skills in dealing with nearly everything he was faced with.As winter came on snowy and cold, the recess activities were addressed in the most unusual ways. Because of the depression, the school district had no funds for playground equipment, so Mr. Larson proceeded to invent team games, using whatever materials were at hand, such as fire wood, logs, and an imaginative mind.The result was a game called by steal stix. A very exciting game that gave all the students an opportunity to participate.The game provided great physical exercise, good balance and quick decisions on the part of the players.This game was played outside only when weather permitted.On bad days, Mr. Larson organized tic tac toe contests between teams of players, and they used the two large blackboards at the front of the room. He used the little board on the east side of the room to teach us younger folks how to play the game. Sometimes he even let us make paper airplanes, and then he instructed us about air currents by flying a paper airplane over the warm air register atthe front of the room, explainingthat warm air rises and cold air falls toward the ground, and how it affects airplanes. A short physics lesson to think about.He applied learning to virtually everything including our recreational time. Attendance was very good, and reflecting on it years later, it was because he used many unusual ways of teaching that opened up new worlds for the students, and the students found themselves eager to learn more.



The days passed quickly and soon we found ourselves preparing for the annual Christmas program. Mr. Larson approached the program with the same enthusiasm as other academic work.He handed out dialogues, for the Nativity scene, then he listened to trial readings, and chose the participants by their ability to perform well, giving other parts to those who preferred less exposure. Everyone worked hard on their parts, and Mr. Larson was very determined to teach all of us the true meaning of Christmas, in the Christian sense, and avoided chatter about Old Saint Nicholas, or Santa Claus, although he never objected to students talking about it on their own time.The Christmas Carols were rehearsed and rehearsed until Mr. Larson was satisfied with the performance. On the day before the program, Mr. Larson asked me to bring my banjo to school. During our final practice, Mr. Larson asked me to play the banjo and then he assembled about 6 boys and told them to sing Oh Susannah, while I played the Banjo. Everyone knew the words because the song was heard a lot and was heard on many records of vaudeville entertainers.After he heard us, Mr. Larson said he was going to have us entertain the next night. The evening of the Christmas program was a beautiful and somewhat warmer evening, and our little school was filled to overflowing with parents and neighbors. The Program was an important part of the school curriculum, and about the only live entertainment in our little neighborhood, given the state of the nation, and the distance to the nearest town. The program went well, and just before the closing Carol, Mr. Larson trooped out myself and the 6s boys including my brother Ossie, and with a smile announced to the people gathered in the school room that he had a special treat for everyone, where upon he signaled to us to begin.He had placed some old straw hats on our heads and we sang Oh Susannah at the top of our lungs with me doing my best to play the banjo.At the end of our number the applause was deafening.The closing carol was Silent Night, Holy Night, and Mr. Larson asked everyone to join with the students in that beautiful Christmas song. The response was immediate as if the whole world were raising their voices to Heaven. Whenever I recall that particular Christmas, I believe something special happened that night and the entire crowd sang as one that brought a sacred aura into our little school. Somehow, Mr.Larson had managed to reach the people witha message of hope that Christmas that brought them peace of mind despite the many problems that prevailed, and also to give theman opportunity to laugh and enjoy our little act, all in a way that must have given anxious parents a more positiveand optimistic outlook. Harry Larson distributed the bags of candy for all the children, including yours truly and when he handed me my bag he whispered a thank you for the banjo music. Everyone there exchanged Christmas greetings and enjoyed a good old fashioned visiting session.Then it was a ride home on the bob sled and enjoy the two weeks of vacation ahead.



When we returned after our Christmas vacation, we found that we had more snow to walk through and the temperature seemed determined to stay below zero most of the time.No Matter, Mr. Larson continued to urge all of us to improve in our particular grade, and make every effort to make the last half of the year just as good as or better than the first half.I found myself and my classmates doing work in the second grade, Mr. Larson also encouraged us to memorize many things because he said when you have memorized them you will always remember them when you need them the most. I also remember his lesson in honesty and ethics very well.One of the students in a higher grade was caught cheating on a test they were taking.Mr. Larson asked the student why he hadn’t studied the text book so he would know the answers to the test questions.Then he said, “If you got away with cheating, do you think it would be fair to deceive your parents by having a grade you didn’t deserve”.Then he turned to the rest of the class and said that if you cheat on a test you are only cheating yourself, because sooner or later you will be found out, and then you would be considered not trust worthy and undependable.He explained further that if you fail to get a top grade, at least the grade you got was an honest one and that if you really want to you can improve by studying harder. The school year ended with all of the students maintaining a great attendance record, and a marked improvement in their grades,learned this from my older siblings.Mr. Larson did not return to LoonLakeSchoolthe next year, and we missed his way of making learning an interesting way of life.I saw Mr. Larson 4 years later when our family moved to Dunseith for one winter, and our 5th grade class had a math class across the hall in an adjoining classroom.I walked into the class room and looked at the front for the teacher and there was Mr. Larson. He noticed me at about the same time, and he came to my desk and called me by my name, shook my hand and asked about myself.I was delighted to receive so much attention from him, but then I remembered that he treated all his students that way.I never saw My Teacher after that, but I am often reminded of him and have never forgotten the way he taught, and great lessons he taught us all

He made our schoolwork an adventure in learning, which only encouraged us to study harder and learn more.We also learned about Ethics, Honesty, Compassion for others, Fair Play, Courtesy, working together respect and Belief in Deity, Help one another.I am sure that many teachers work very hard to help their students in similar ways, but to me Harry Larson is the epitamy of what a teacher should be. Finally I would be remiss if I didn’t relatethis humorous incidentthat aptlydescribeshim as a teacher; My sister borg had the good fortune or seeing him at one the earliestall school reunions held at Dunseith, wherein the course ofdiscussing old memories she asked if he remembered how embarrassed her and her class mate Florence Christianson were when he had them demonstrate some foolish prank they weredoing when Mr. Larson caught them, andthen suggested firmly that they should perform this prank in front of the entire school, which they did.Yes he said, however he said, “you deserved it didn’t you”?He laughed and gave her a hug.

Most of us have a teacher or someone special whom we remember with fondness and respect.I am certain that Harry Larson has many of his former students including those who are not with us now that number in the hundreds as someone we all remembering with fondness and respect.



Condolences to Raphael Poitra and his family
From Ron Longie (65): Yakima WA


It is with great sadness that I write this, my heart goes out to Raphael and his family for their loss. The reunion of 2007 was so much fun seeing the class of (65) especially Pete and Raphael, I will always keep those few days very near to me. May the good Lord keep you in the palm of his hand, and help you through your time of sorrow.

Ron Longie

Class of 65 reunion – July 12, 2007

Raphael Poitra and Pete Gillis



Janice Metcalfe Poitra’s funeral

From Ele Dietrich Slyter (69): Dunseith, ND.

Vickie is very right..it was a very beautiful day today, one too nice to say good bye in. The congregation was very diverse and a testament to a
very well loved and respected lady. Hillbilly’s, prairie dogs and city dwellers alike shall not forget her. The pastor said something about her dying of a weak heart and then went on to disagree with that. Oh how right he is. Janice had one of the strongest hearts I have ever had the pleasure to find. She was so loving, giving, humble and strong. Elaine mentioned that Janice was also a take charge type of person and that she, at the age of 2, was ‘bossy’ and unafraid to put people in their place when need be. We should all take a lesson from her. I am also reminded today of the poem ‘Foot Prints In the Sand”. There were many prints left in the sand today, but none were left by two people. HE carried us through this day, so there is only one set there for all to see.
Perhaps I have not written this very well, but I think all will understand how special Janice is/was, and what a change her passing will make in all of us.
Thank you so very much for all you do for all of us Gary.



Janice Metcalfe Poitra’s funeral

From Geri (Metcalfe 59) & Chuck Munro:
Hi Gary and friends,
We have just returned from Dunseith today after the visitation/funeral of our cousin, Janice (Metcalfe) Poitra. What an amazing two days it has been, to see so many of our old friends from the Kelvin and Dunseith community. Dick, Brenda and Ron, it was wonderful to hear your music and to hear you sing, Dick, “The Wayfaring Stranger” at my cousin’s funeral. We had a warm and loving visit with so many from the area–we love those dear hearts and gentle people. The people of Peace Lutheran Church did a great job of preparing food, and ministering to those of us who were present in their church. As Lea Rae said this week, we are grateful for those who give so much of themselves to keep the church going and make it available for funerals/weddings.

It was great to see so many of you from the Cruise, and we hope to gather with many more in 2012. Gary and Bernadette were so totally organized and everything fell into place for such a smooth reunion in Seattle, and the cruise that followed. Bernadette is the beautiful lady behind the successful guy that Gary is—we appreciated you all so much. It was fun to see pictures of your home and improvements that have been made to the area surrounding you.

Sincerely, Geri (Metcalfe) and Chuck Munro

Geri, Thank you so much for the very nice compliment. Yes we are gearing up for another cruise, Presidents Day week in February 2012, in the Caribbean. Phyllis McKay and Bill Grimme will we working with us putting this one together. As soon as the cruise schedules are published, we will be deciding on a cruise line and a cruise. At this time we know the date and that it will be a Caribbean cruise so folks can start making their plans. With this being the 2nd cruise and being in the Caribbean and in the Winter months, we are anticipating a larger group with this cruise. The Caribbean Cruise prices I think are less too. Feb. 2012 is only a little over two years away.
About our home and those pictures I sent last week. We are currently in the process of installing Ceramic Tile on the upper area between my workshop and our office and also on the wall below the recently installed railing. When it’s finished, I’ll send another picture. Gary
The Morgan’s
From Kay Hosmer (77): Crown Point, Ind.
Reply to Dick and Gary Morgan from Kay Hosmer (’77) – I had warm fuzzy feelings after reading the messages from Dick and Gary. I grew up a block away from Kenny and Margie; they were significant members of the “older generation” to me. Also, I enjoyed a wonderful relationship with John Morgan’s family in that I baby sat for his children for many years in Dunseith. Mike, Greg and Beth were special children and I was even invited to attend a summer vacation with them in MN. The whole Morgan family was dear to me.
Reply from Sharon Zorn Gerdes (62): Windsor, CO
Gary, I don’t know Trish Clayburgh, but she sure has a beautiful horse. Also wanted to mention some of my most favorite memories of San Haven was the excellent food. The baker up there was amazing !! Lots of good people, and a very unique and beautiful place. Its very sad and unnecessary that it could have been destroyed it was. Thank you for the tremendous job you are doing, this blog is my number one priority daily
Sharon, Yes that is a beautiful horse with a beautiful rider that Trish Larson Clayburgh has. Gary
San Haven History
From Mona Dionne Johnson (48): Lake Metigoshe, ND.
Gary: Brenda Hoffman asked me to give a little history of San Haven, so —

Re: A little history regarding my husband, Chuck & the Laundry, etc. at San Haven

Chuck was working under his brother, Bud, when Bud decided to go to Alaska, and Chuck got the job and Dr. Loeb sent him to Laundry Mgt. School in Iowa. Chuck was living in Bismarck before coming to San Haven. His dad started up laundries in Bismarck & in Montana and elsewhere. When his dad came to the San in ’38, he started making all soap used in the laundry. It was made in big barrels, with a pipe (steam) down the middle to cook it. That was carried on with Bud and Chuck doing it until in the late 50’s or early 60’s. Saved the State a LOT of money ! I continued to work at the San for about 6 months after we moved to Bottineau, then began work at St. Andrew’s Hospital in Bottineau in Mar. ’66. When I headed the Dietary Dept. just prior to going to work in Bottineu, I had about 33 people under me. Chuck continued on and in the years prior to closing, he was also Safety Officer and Housekeeping Dept. Head in addition to Laundry Mgr. He was there for the closing in Feb. ’88.
Chuck and I attended all our high school years together in Dunseith and graduated in ’48. My Dad farmed in the early years of my life, and in ’38 when he got hailed out, he bought the store and it included the post office in Thorne, ND (village between Rolette & Dunseith) and retired in Rolette. I kept store (worked) for him a lot during the World War II years when he helped his brother harvesting. I even got to help him shocking the grain bundles.I probably wasn’t much help, as you can imagine little old me with a bundle, but I was game and we all did our part during the war.
I will try to give a little history (don’t know if people will be interested) of the care and progress in the treatment of TB at San Haven after I began working March ’51 , at a later time.
Mona Johnson ’48

San Haven History
From Brenda Hoffman (68): Greenville, SC
First, I want to apologize for not spelling names correctly. I remembered seconds after sending my original emails to Gary that Dr. Loeb is the correct spelling, not Laub. And I had no idea how to correctly spell the Boguslowski’s name. So if anyone notices errors, please help me correct them!

I believe San Haven was founded in or near 1912. The original campus consisted of the Administration Building (Ad building which later housed the Commissary and Post Office and the most – I thought- upscale apartments at the San – Barbara Schlat (Occupational Therapy and former patient), Marjorie Lilico (office); Clifford (power house) and Maxine (office) Magnuson; Benny (Commissary/Post Office and former patient) and Grace (nurse) Frovarb and Edna M?

Prior to the discovery of the penicillin family of antibiotics, there were no certain cures for the strain of TB prevalent at the time. Many doctors felt that cold, crisp air and fresh, wholesome food was the best solution. North Dakota selected the Turtle Mountains as their sight for obvious reasons, not the least being the ability to isolate the TB population. In addition to the nude sunbathing and sleeping on the outdoor porch in the winter, doctors often removed a patients lung – that particular treatment required removing some ribs also. I believe Barbara Schaalt had that treatment. When I was a very little girl, I remember Mom having pneumo treatments – deflating her lungs. I’m guessing that treatment was an offshoot of the treatments prior to penicillin and just retained for whatever reason. I remember either Herc Nicholas or Benny Frovarb laughing about how a group of male TB patients all lived in the cottage that ended up being my family’s home in 1959. All of the patients had to provide sputum for a daily or weekly test. They started getting a dog to provide sputum for one of the guys and yet the test always remained the same!

The Children’s Building was a the children’s building. A number of families had both the mother and father hospitalized for TB and their children lived in the Children’s Building. Also guessing that those patients who were school age were housed there or received schooling there. In the mid 1950s, the school part was closed down and all of the books thrown – large rolling laundry carts of them. My Mom managed to save series like the Bobbsie Twins, Pollyanna and even All Quiet on the Western Front. I read everyone of those books at least once and I still love artwork from the early 1900s because of them.

Somehow, and I never questioned it at the time, the San Commissary seemed to receive a large number of comic books and paperback books without covers. Benny would sell us a package of 10 coverless comic books for a quarter and an extremely reduced paperback rate. Superman, Archie, Batman and Katy Keene were comic book favorites and paperback mysteries. I pretty much read anything I could get my hands on – including True Story and magazines about the US West – someone always seemed to be cutting their foot off to escape a trap!

A number of San patients were upset because they could see the cemetery near Lake Shutte from their windows. As I understand it, the bodies were finally moved. But then, that might have been a false piece of information as my buddy, Brian Johnson and I loved to take our peanut butter sandwiches and hike to the cemetery and eat those sandwiches near a remaining tombstone with a little lamb and a girl’s name contemplating what happened to that little girl. I know – odd but true!

I don’t know about other parts of the world but both the United States and Europe created TB Sanatoriums – a couple of books were written by TB patients in the Switz Alps sanatoriums in the late 1800’s and early 1900s.

Eating at the dining room was awesome. Granted the food was bland (I used to love airplane food because it reminded me of home!), but the setting was lovely. We had linen tablecloths and each family had their own table – the tables were square and seated four people. I remember Mom’s horror the day she discovered that someone had sat at our table and eaten our peanut butter. The most spectacular dining experience of the year was Christmas Eve. Everett Olson was the head of the dietary kitchens when I was a little girl and he set the standard for the Christmas Eve feast (all Scandinavian of course with a name like Olson!). So every Christmas Eve we had ludafist, lefsa, rosettes, oyster stew and krumcaca. There was a huge Christmas Tree in front of the food service area, lit candles on the table, Christmas decorations throughout and Christmas music provided by Eva Trafford’s record player. My family always dressed up and I considered that meal the start of Christmas.

Meal service started at 6:00, 11:00 and 5:00. Dad always needed to be early to everything so every evening our family paraded through the tunnel, when we lived in the Children’s Building, or down the sidewalk to the Dining Room to ensure that we were there at least 15 minutes before the doors opened. I had many great hours talking to San employees as they also waited for the doors to open.

My first summer job at age 16 was working in the hospital kitchens. I met some wonderful people working there, but it was not the most interesting job – washing dishes in such hot water with so many chemicals that the skin on my hands peeled. At 17, my summer job was working in the employee kitchen reporting to Eva Trafford. Whoa. Did she run a tight ship. K. Flynn, Jenny Bouche (sp?) and I (esp. K and I) tried to maneuver around her but that was not an easy task! That’s when I also worked with Cynthia Johnson, Alice, Natilie Kalk and so many other nice women. Eva Trafford’s brother ended up marrying Veona Schocker – my Dad’s cousin who was hospitalized at the San for 13 years.

In the 50s and 60s, we kids must have been the bane of our parents existence! Down the hill from the Chuck Johnson cottage was our cement swimming pool and outdoor grill. Charlene once decided that we should have warmer water in the pool so she used all hot water to fill it. Guess that when she used up all of the San’s hot water, Chuck Johnson at the laundry and the power house guys weren’t exactly pleased with her!

When I was very young, some of the adults converted the unused barn (the San used to have horses to haul garbage and I think milk cows) into a skating rink. I think the barn was eventually torn down.

Summer and fall nights, we would roast marshmallows and cook hot dogs in the outdoor grill. In the winter, we would use that hill to slide down. It was absolutely perfect especially the large bump halfway down! Across the sidewalk leading to the doctors house and down from the Pearsons, was our playground – slide, swings, sand box and merry-go-round. And Halloween! Everyone at the San handed out complete candy bars, not that penny candy stuff – we made some hauls!
Gary Metcalfe’s (57) granddaughter, Angelina
From Vickie Metcalfe (67): Bottineau, ND.

Gary and friends,

How many of you have “hearts delight”?

Yesterday, I e-mailed all my Metcalfe Kith and Kin and told them of the Dunseith communities fond farewell of Janice yesterday. I also shared and expressed wonder at Janice’s two grandkid’s; I refer to them as her “hearts delight”. They are just so loving, kind, polite, fun and healthy.

I, the cousin was warmed and delighted with their joyful exuberance!

As many of you know, my Metcalfe cousin Gary Metcalfe and his wife Sue went to Alaska on the cruise this past summer with their daughter Leah and granddaughter Angelina.

Angelina is Gary’s “heart’s delight”. His little Lina lives each day with health issues including juvenile diabetes and Pitit mal seizures.

I received a heartfelt e-mail from Sue today and with her permission am sharing with you, our eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeex-tended Dunseith Community. As ever. Vickie

from Sue Metcalfe.

Today we are requesting prayer for Angelina, my granddaughter. She is seven years old and in first grade. She has been having petit mal seizures for about a year and a half, but since mid October they have increase dramatically. We would like to have prayers covering her today for wisdom in knowing how to control the seizures. She has “stare offs” and comes right back to where she was before it started. She is going to school this week, but it is difficult. Prognosis is that she will outgrow these seizures in time, but until then we need to know how to control them so she can function. She is a fisty little girl, so I am certain that she will overcome this situation. Our desire is for it to happen soon. For God to protect her and heal her and lead her parents and drs. to the right treatment for her. Thank you all for your prayers. Sue
Angelina Metcalfe with
Gary & Sue above
Maryann Casavants Boucher’s (67) email address: Rolette, ND
Posted by Aggie Casavant (69): Fort Mill, SC

Hi Gary

Just got a message from my sista Maryann,she would like to be connected to the Dunseith blog. I’m not sure if you have her old e-mail but this is her new one,just a tad bit of a change. It is as follows: Thanks Gary for all your hard work keeping us all connected. Ms.Aggie


P.S. The count so far is 10 for the mini-reunion.

Folks, Please let Aggie know if you are interested in attending the Mini-Reunion that she and Verena Gillis are planning in the Dunseith area. They would like to know before December 1st so they can make all the plans. The place will be determined by the number of folks interested in attending. I’m sure hoping there will be more than 10 that plan on attending. I’m not sure of the allowance for growth once they’ve determined a location, so if you are the least bit interested in attending please let them know. Gary

Date: May 22,2010
Time: Social Hour 4:00pm to 6:00pm
Cook Out: 6:00pm to 8:00pm
Music & Hanging Out : 8:00pm to Midnight
Band: Hwy 43…AKA Dick & Brenda Johnson & Ron Hett




Reply from Sybil Johnson: Cheyenne, WY.


I too, received a message on Facebook from you, but because I hesitated to open it, according to your message here, I was lucky. I deleted it as soon as I saw it. I didnt think it was from you. For one thing, you are too busy to send out invites to have your name placed on our friends list. Thank you for the alert. Sybil Johnson

Sybil, I did not realize that the person who sent me that message on Face Book really didn’t send it. When I opened that message I was asked if I trusted the source because there was a potential problem. I trusted that is was OK and opened it. When I opened it, it down loaded a file that sent weird messages to all my friends listed in Face Book. I played hell getting that out of my computer too. What I ended up doing was restoring my computer to a previous state earlier in the day. The message I opened with the virus was from a Dunseith Alumni too. I got messages from several other folks in Face Book too with weird messages that are not part of the Dunseith Alumni that I did not open. I think this was a ramped virus that affected many Face Book folks. Gary

George Gottbreht & K.C. Sine hunting story

From Sharron Shen (59): Everett, WA.


A few weeks ago I told George that the 1930 census made a record of veterans; those that had served in the first world war are indicated by “WW”. I was amazed and edified to see our well known friend K.C. Sine had stepped forward to serve although he had come to this country so few years before in 1912. George knew this. I had just failed to note it in the Centennial book. George told me he had stopped to see Grandpa George one afternoon, looking for some small change for retail activity at KC’s. Grandpa had only two pennies; he told George to go ahead and ask for his “best” deal. “Tell K.C. your grandpa sent you!” That is exactly what George did. K.C. studied his candy shelves making this and that selection – not too much, not too little. I think we all received a splendid and more than fair deal with this absent friend and Vet.

Loved the story of K.C., the marksman; thanks for that. George said that K.C. and Dale were quite the duck hunting buddies. K.C. would travel north to the hill lakes in his small pickup and dad would meet him there. On one occasion George the boy was with dad, he said K.C. stood about 100 ft in front and would get off one shot with each flight of ducks; dad always fired 3 shots in succession. If the ducks were pushed up by the first blast, all the better; Dale’s favorite target was the high flying blue bills. George, about age 8, was their retriever and he had been directed to make small piles of 5 or 6 ducks near surrounding trees. After an hour of serious shooting it was time to leave. Dad then quietly told George to load up the bed of K.C.’s pickup; dad and K.C. would tell their tales and other lies and have a few laughs. K.C. pulled out first and stopped at the first rise, looked back into the truck bed and shouted “Gosh darn, Dale!” George is certain that K.C. must have made several stops on the way home to distribute a few ducks here and a few there of the 50+ kill. Dad would often do this as well and the next day 5 or 6 very fit carcasses would arrive at mom’s door for her attention. Everyone had large families and welcomed the game meat whether fish, fowl or venison.

Game laws and limits were approved of by Dale, but often observed in the breach. Today, the blue bill population is far less than in the 40’s and 50’s. Studies show that the warming of the tundra where they breed is responsible. This is just a CYA disclaimer! I do not want you to be scandalized by the two esteemed men in this story.

The picture attached is of Ernest Boucher and Dale Gottbreht taken after August 4th, 1943. Uncle Ernie had a good laugh when he saw this old picture and remarked about dad’s love of fishing and hunting. Alma would not have allowed Dale to take his wee son in that shallow bottomed boat. He was pictured on shore and at their cabin taken at Lake Shandy, MB. George and Ronnie joked about needing good a bailing can and emergency wire with that skiff! The tail of the pickup shown reminded me of Kassam C. Sine.

Oh God! Your sea is so great, our boats are so small! Not my words, but a fine prayer. Sharron

Dale Gottbreht & Ernest Boucher


Warning -Face Book Virus
Folks, I got zapped with a virus from Face Book. My McAfee Virus software warned me, but I trusted the source and opened it. In doing that, the virus sent weird messages to all my friends in Face Book. I learned my lesson. I seldom, if ever, send messages via Face Book. Please do not open any messages in Face Book that have come from me. I have not sent them. Gary
Janice Metcalfe Poitra
Farewell from Vickie Metcalfe (70): Bottineau, ND.
Gary, When we said farewell to Janice today we were reminded by her
daughter Kelly,of how much she loved the lyrics of The Mull of
Kintyre. Fitting lyrics to see her off. Love and fond farewell my
dear cousin. Vickie
Archie & Shan Metcalfe, Jay Vanorny, Chris OlsonKevin St.Clare & David
Fugere were pall bearers. Elaine played the guitar and sang “This
Little Light of Mine”. Inside the funeral program were the lyrics to
“The Mull of Kintyre, a favorite song of Janice.
Travis, Debbie, Jake, Mike and Melissa Metcalfe flew in from Arizona.
It was a bright cool but sunny fall day. She and Kathy rest side by
side now. Her grandson, Joss kept everyone entertained. After the
church luncheon, We cousins, gathered at Kelvin Clinic, hosted by
Raphael, Jaime and Kelly. Where grandson, Joss kept everyone
entertained. Oh for the heart of child! He and and his sister
Kennedy were Janice'”hearts delight!” Vickie
Oops I cannot forget Dick & Brenda and Ron Hett who also played at
todays funeral. Ron played the mandolin which Janice also played,
among other instruments. V.
Reply from Glen Williams (52): Missoula, MT
Gary….I do not use facebooks much and will use it even less after your warning…
The account was set up by one of my daughters….and I seldom use it…
So would guess that the messages on facebook were not from you…
Thanks for the tip..
Keep up the good work…enjoy reading about the old gang from the former Dunseith…It is not the same place today…Someone said the the San Haven has changed a lot…and I would say the same about Dunseith…
Glen Williams class of ’52 one of the old codgers…..
From Lynn Henriksen (64): Tiburon, CA
Dear Gary,

I haven’t responded to the batch of emails you sent to me and those on Face
Book, since I think there’s a hoax (or worse) going. So if you really sent
those emails, please reply to this email with what ever it was you said.
Kinda crazy stuff going on – several from Jim Kester, too, and others.

By the way, can you get any information on the DHS play that I know Colette,
Evie, Dale, and I (to name a few) were in. I think it was “Fun on the Run”
or something like that – should have been 1963 or 64. I wonder if anyone has
the script.

Thank you so much. I had the chance to look at some of the pictures you all
took on your cruise – looks like you had a whale of a time!

Keeping Spirits Alive,

Lynn Henriksen, The Story Woman(tm)
President, Women’s Nat’l Book Assoc-San Francisco

Ph: 415.435.5969 Cell: 415.435.6000
Blog: www.thestorywoman.com <http://www.thestorywoman.com/>
www.telltalesouls.com <http://www.telltalesouls.com/>
Red Room Author, Where the Writers Are

From Sharon Longie Dana (73): MIssoula MT
To the Robert Family,
I am so sorry for your loss. I always remember how kind your mother was to me growing up.
Sharon Longie Dana (73)

San Haven
Reply from Don Martel (Former DHS Principle): Rosemount, MN
Brenda Hoffman, what a wonderful story that was about living at the San. Being a kid from Rolette, we would usually make a tour through the San on our way to the Peace Garden. This would happen only about once or twice a summer. It was always a mystical place to me as we were never allowed to get out of the car, for fear we might catch TB. As I recall it was always so neat and well groomed.
I have always had a fascination with it, but never had the opportunity to actually visit any of the buildings. Several pictures of San Haven can be found by googling ‘San Haven’.
I wonder how many people on the blog were connected to the San, either as a patient or employee.
Don Martel
Pictures form Margaret Seim Lawston (54): Citrus Heights, CA
Sent by Dick Johnson (68): Dunseith, ND.
Gary and Friends,

I will send some of the pictures sent to me by Margaret Seim Lawston.
These were some of her mother, Eva Seim’s collection. There are several
pages and I will post more as time allows. I think these are cute and
really brings back early school memories from our days in the old white
school building.These are from 1958.

Top: L-R Crystal Fassett, Rod Hiatt, Arlinda Fauske.

Middle: Randy Flynn, Randi Fuchs, Clarence Azure

Bottom: Tim Martinson Allen Cote, Not sure of this girl–thought it was
Lola but ???


Pictures from Trish Larson Clayburgh (73): Fort Collins, CO.
Hi Gary! Here are the Elk Hunting photos as promised – what a great time! Trish
















Provided by Neola Kofoid Garbe: Minot & Bottineau, ND




From Lynn Halvorson Otto (75): Seoul, Korea
To the Halvorson family! I’m so sorry to hear of Brandon’s accident. He is in our prayers and thoughts. Lynn Halvorson Otto

Does anyone have an address to send memorials to for LaVonne Getzlaff Allard? I’d appreciate it very much. Thanks, Lynn Halvorson Otto

From Dick Johnson (68): Dunseith, ND.
Gary and Friends,

This is a very sad week for our entire community. I think I’ll send
condolences to nearly everyone as most are related to, or at least
friends with someone who has left us this week. This has to go down as
one of the worst times of losing neighbors and friends in many years. I
believe the last count was at seven deaths from the local area in just
over a week. I hope we have seen the last for a long time. Thanks Gary.


Obituary Provide by Neola Kofoid Garbe: Minot & Bottineau, ND

Dorothy Rober’t

March 25, 1933-Oct. 18, 2009

ROLETTE Dorothy Ardis Rober’t, 76, Langdon, formerly of Rolette, died Sunday, Oct. 18, 2009, in a Langdon hospital of injuries suffered in an automobile accident near Langdon.

She was born March 25, 1933, to Elmer and Isabella Hjelden in Minnewaukan. She married O.J. Rober’t on Dec. 2, 1950, in Dunseith.

Survivors: daughters, Carol Braun, Osceola, Wis., Darla Armstrong, Rolette, Dianne Johnson, Rolla; sons, Duane, Hiawatha, Kan., Russell, Wahpeton; 10 grandchildren; seven great-grandchildren; brothers, Burton, Greenbrier, Ark., Lloyd, Leeds, Ronald, Deer River, Minn., Sydney, Two Mexico, Mexico, Vernon, Grove, Okla., Larry and Paul, both of Minnesota; sisters, Helen Stalvik, Binford, Barb Solberg, of Dorothy, Minn., Marlene Petri, Langdon.

Funeral: Friday, 2 p.m., Sacred Heart Catholic Church, Rolette,

Burial: Island Lake Cemetery, Rolette.

Rosary service: Thursday, 7:30 p.m., in the church.

Visitation: Thursday, one hour prior to the service, in the church. (Elick Funeral Home, Rolla)

Reply from Keith Pladson (66): Stafford, VA
Gary, It amazes me how much difference there is in the cost of things there versus here. I, too, am a bowler. Alice and I have been league bowling for many years, though Alice decided to take this year off. We (just me this year) bowl on a money league and with the lineage fee, the prize fund fee and the league secretary’s fee, it costs $16.00 dollars per week. Our league bowls Thursday nights and we have four person teams of which at least one member must be of the opposite sex. On our team (Osima, which stands for: “Oh s#@%, I missed again.”), we have a lady and three men. This year we lowered our overall team age. Since Alice decided not to bowl we were able to find a lady to replace her and she is only fifty. I’m next at 61 and our other two guys are 76 and 77 respectively. But we do pretty well. Two years ago, our team finished in third place out of 30 teams. Last year we finished in 22nd (a real let down). And so far this year we are in 5th. Its a fun family type sport and a good night out. Just to set the record straight, my average is a bit higher than yours. But who’s counting, ha, ha. Keith Pladson (66).
Keith, I know our League has a bank account with a considerable amount of money that has been collected from the $1.00 per game that they collect when we bowl. I’m not sure how much of that they give to the bowling alley for the use of their lanes though. I’m not sure what the lane costs are for individual pleasure bowling, but I’m sure they are less.
I forgot to mention that we have several Norwegians and Swede’s in our league too. Their accent’s sure brings back memories of being with my Dad’s biological relatives and a whole lot of the older Bottineau County Turtle Mountain folks too.
Keith, What is your average? You won’t make me feel bad. Our high bowler has a 210 average. I’m near the bottom of the rung. Some of the guys are competitive, but not to the point of being bothered with their buddy having a higher average. Several of the women on the other hand are quite bothered not being on the top. The guys wife with a 210 average is also one of the top Lady bowlers. She gets very upset if someone tops her score. They are a nice friendly couple too, both being retired medical doctors from Florida. She, like Bernadette, is originally from here. Gary
Lawrence and Eva Struck
Folks, I forgot to post this message of Paulette’s that went along with the Lawrence & Eva Struck Newspaper article that she provided yesterday. Gary
From Paulette LaCroix Chisholm (68): Newark, Delaware



Here’s the last part of the entire one page article about these two fine business owners in our little Dunseith community. I had the pleasure and privilege of working for Lawrence Struck in Hosmer’s Store after school and Saturdays during my high school years. I felt he had high expectations of me and I tried to live up to them. Helen Nelson and Evelyn Pladson were long time working partners and were just the best. It seemed they knew every family, name, and face in and around the town..unlike me. It was great fun though to meet and greet all the interesting characters and patrons in the town. These people bring many warm memories.



Fortune & Alice Berbe
Article provided by Paulette LaCroix Chisholm (68): Newark, Delaware
Question: What year was this article published? Gary






Obituary provided by Neola Kofoid Garbe: neola@min.midco.net Minot & Bottineau, ND.



Janice Metcalfe Poitra (71) Obituary
Janice PoitraOct. 4, 1953-Oct. 18, 2009

POSTED: October 20, 2009


DUNSEITH Janice Leigh Poitra, 56, Dunseith, died Sunday, Oct. 18, 2009, in her home.

She was born Oct. 4, 1953, to Emil and Elizabeth Metcalfe in Seattle. She married Raphael Poitra in September 1978 in Valley City.

Survivors: husband; son, Jaime, Dunseith; daughter, Kelly Olson, Bottineau; two grandchildren; sister, Elaine Metcalfe, Grand Forks; brother, Travis, Meza, Ariz.

Funeral: Thursday, 10 a.m., Peace Lutheran Church, Dunseith.

Burial: Little Prairie Cemetery, rural Dunseith.

Prayer service: Wednesday, 7:30 p.m., in Nero Funeral Home, Bottineau.

Visitation: Wednesday, 10 a.m. to 9 p.m., in the funeral home.



Condolences to the Robert and Metcalfe/Poitra families

From Aggie Casavant (69): Fort Mill, SC

To The Dorothy Robert & Janice (Metcalf) Poitra Family

So much saddness right before the holidays…My thoughts, prayers, and sympathy goes out to both families. Sincerely, Ms. Aggie Casavant



DOROTHY ROBERT, 76, Langdon, formerly of Rolette, died Sunday in a Langdon hospital. Funeral Friday, 2 p.m., Sacred Heart Catholic Church, Rolette. (Elick Funeral Home, Rolla)



Lucille Strietzel was Don Johnson’s (Dick’s Dad’s) Aunt.

Lucille Strietzel

March 25, 1924-Oct. 17, 2009

POSTED: October 20, 2009

ST. JOHN Lucille Louise Strietzel, 85, Rolette, formerly of St. John, died Saturday, Oct. 17, 2009, in a Rolette nursing home..

She was born March 25, 1924, to Ernest and Rose Dawson in Rolla. She married Carl Strietzel on June 27, 1943, in Portland, Ore.

Survivors: sons, Ronald, Anaheim, Calif., Carl, Huntington Beach, Calif., Donald, Lakewood, Calif; daughters, Carlette Timm, Anaheim, Sheryl Aird, St. John; 14 grandchildren; 13 great-grandchildren; sisters, Louella Timlick, Issaquah, Wash., Evelyn Albright, rural Rolla.

Funeral: Wednesday, 10 a.m., St. John Presbyterian Church, St. John.

Burial: Rolla City Cemetery, Rolla.

Visitation: Wednesday, one hour prior to the service, in the church. (Elick Funeral Home, Rolla)



Memories of Janice Metcalfe Poitra

From Daina Honsey Fiebiger (71): Cooperstown, ND

What a schock. I have great memories of playing with Janice when we were younger. The fun we had sitting around singing with her sisters. Our prayers go out to the famiy. Janice was a beautiful person and will be greatly missed.
Diana Fiebiger (71)



Update on Florence Pladson Sime (62)

From Keith Pladson (66): Stafford, VA

Response to Neola Kofoid Garbe, Re: Florence Sime. Thank you for the web site to send messages to those in ICU at Trinity. I use it daily to send short messages to my sister. She has had surgery on her elbow, her shoulder and her hip and will have surgery on her wrist on Wednesday morning. She is doing pretty well, but has a lot of pain. Her wrist is the most painful, but she also has trouble breathing as she suffered eleven broken ribs in addition to all the other broken bones. I would not want to ever go through what she is going through, but she is a very strong person, so I’m sure she will meet each challenge she will have to face going forward. Thank you again, Neola. Keith Pladson (66).

Repost of Neola’s message
Reply From Neola Kofoid Garbe: Minot & Bottineau, ND.
I was shocked/stunned/etc. to read of Florence Sime’s accident. I’m including a site where emails may be sent to her. I think the emails are read once per day (probably morning)/the messages are printed on card, along with who sent them/delivered to the patient later in the day. Wally received several of them when he was hospitalized. I’m sure Florence would enjoy hearing from friends/family/etc.
San Haven
Reply from Mona Dionne Johnson (48): Bottineau, ND
When you were hospitalized at San Haven, the capacity was 350 !, and at
that time, we had them in the halls – I believe about a
367 census ! That was top for all the years that San Haven was ! If
only North Dakota had listened to other states that had tried out group
homes for the mentally challenged (retarded at that time), San Haven
would never have closed, the residents wouldn’t have been moved out of
their home, and possibly part of it could have become a nursing home.
But then, the” powers that be” would not listen to all of the people
affected. What a beautiful place it was. And, I really enjoyed
learning of some of the doings of our children back then, Brenda.
Mona Johnson ’48
Brandon Halvorson, Curt & Denise’s grandson, injured
From Vickie Metcalfe (68): Dunseith, ND.
Gary and friends, I just spoke with Amy (Berg) Hanson, she said it is quite alright to share and print information about her nephew, Brandon Halvorson’s recent accident I shared with her you, Gary are very careful about getting information out to share with concerned people, no sensationalism,and that makes you, such a great creator/editor of this Dunseith blog. Thank You.

The weather conditions last week in this area of ND were much less than perfect. As you all have probably heard for a time there was snow, wind, sleet, freezing rain, snow and icy road conditions creating hazardous travel.
The hills and foot hills were covered with between 5-8 inches of snow.
Under the snow was muck. Toward the later part of the week conditions changed. An autumn warm up began and folks started wearing the muck on their shoes.
Fall is gathering time on a cattle ranch, everyone who can helps out. Be it the one who stands patiently waiting at the gates, to the cowboy bucking the brush. The drive is on as folks begin first steps of the gathering to bring herds closer to home. Riders of the foothills-hills, including Brandon were rounding em’ up.
As I understand, the ground was nasty; it twas slickery over all the muck! Under Brandon, his mount slipped, slid, and had dirty fall battling, scrambling,trying to regain it’s balance……finally, rolling over Brandon’s head. The cowboy did his best, the horse did it’s best. The slickery mucky conditions were just too much!
Brandon was taken to the Minot hospital intensive care, with a very severe head concussion. He’s in a lot of pain as his cowboy body is very sore. Now, because of the head injuries he’s having some trouble with his short term memory. However, visiting with Amy, she said, yesterday was a break through when he remembered twice which horse he was riding….Was it the black or the buckskin?

Further note; Brandon has lots of Dunseith-Bottineau hills and prairie connections. He’s loves and lives the cowboy way. Son to Brian, Son of Becky (Berg), brother of Cory, Grandson of the Curt Halvorson’s and Ed Bergs, Great- grandson to Tillie, nephew and cousin . He’s a friend to many young and old.
Please join us all in wishing the best for Brandon and keep him in prayer as his body heals.
Thank you. As ever, Vickie
Gary and friends,
I sent my… Metcalfe Kith and Kin the exact same info regarding Brandon, in today’s + a personal note.
Within a few hours I received from Laverne our Canadian Cousin,(her father was.. a James Alexander Metcalf) We met Laverne only once in person at our 1980 Metcalfe reunion. Her response I’d like to share with all family and friends of Brandon.

Thanks for the unfortunate news about Brandon Halvorson. Sorry to learn about his accident. I have placed him on our intercessory-prayer list. He’ll be prayed for every night.Would you keep us up to date on his progress?

We’ll believe for the best for this young man. We’ll see a real blessing worked out in his life!!

take care, love , Laverne.

Reply from Pam Lagerquist (68):Minneapolis, MN
Thanks so much Gary, this morning knocked me over! I’ve tried to go to classmates to find someone I went to school with and there was no information, I can remember from it. thank you again and God Bless you. Pam Lagerquist
Folks, It’s taken me two years to find Pam Lagerquist, but I found her. I first located her mother and she was able to give me Pam’s phone number. She remembers her Senior year well at Dunseith. She was only in Dunseith the one year.
Note: Pam is not related to the John Lagerquist family. Gary
Pam Lagerquist & Dan McKay



DHS Class of 68 pictures & Lawrence/Eve Struck Article

From Paulette LaCroix Chisholm (68): Newark, Delaware

Hi Gary,

Got your email the other day suggesting I send some pictures of us 4 classmates who try reunite on a regular basis. While going through boxes of old photos, I found a picture of our ’68 class and one of the Grimme twins taken at our 25th HS reunion ( more than a few years ago.) Thought it would be nice to see the two of them together. Betty Hackman, Beverlie LaValilie, and Janet Parril were at the union, but somehow we missed getting them in the picture. I’ll send more of “us girls” later. For now I’m almost literally knee deep in photo albums and don’t know how I’ll put these back!



Gwen & Greg Grimme



This is a great photo. I recognize a lot of you folks in this photo, but not nearly enough of you to start listing names. I need some help. I will repost with names. Thanks, Gary








Bowling in the Philippines
Today is Wednesday, our Bowling day. Bernadette and I Joined a bowling league. Everyone is for themselves. Their are no teams or team competition. It’s all for fun. The league consists of about 30 guys and 15 women. We guys are mostly all foreigners, in our mid to late 50’s & 60’s, and from English speaking countries (England, Ireland, New Zealand, Australia & USA). Most of the gals are Filipina. This league was organized in 2001, so it’s been around for awhile. The facility is a modern 48 lane Bowling Alley. The league cost is $1.00 per game and $0.50 shoe rental. We play the normal 3 games and of coarse our games and averages are recorded and distributed to us via email. My first game last week was 81 and my second game 181. What a come back. I’ve got a whopping 125 average.
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Janice Metcalfe Poitra (71) passing

Posted by Vickie Metcalfe (70): Dunseith, ND

Janice (Metcalfe) Poitra passed away at her home north of Dunseith,Sunday October 18, 2009, yesterday morning. She leaves behind her; her husband Raphael, son Jaime, daughter Kelly & son-in law Chris Olson, Grand children Kennedy and Joss, her sister Elaine, brother Travis & sister -in law Debbie, and Melissa, Morgan and Mike her nieces and nephew.

She will be dearly missed by,many Metcalfe and Oswell Cousins.
and Many friends including, Kelvin Patrons and folks who shopped at Wayne’s Jack and Jill years ago when Janice worked there.


Janice’s funeral Is Thursday 10 AM Peace Lutheran in Duseith.
Veiwing 12 noon Wednesday.

Condolence’s to the Janice Poitra and Dorothy Robert Families

From Bernard & Robin Morin (76): Dunseith, ND
To the families of Janice Poitra and Dorothy Robert we offer our sincere condolences. Our prayers and thoughts are with you all in this time of sorrow.
Bernard & Robin Morin
Thanks. Bernard
Condolence to the Metcalfe/Poitra family
From Pete (62) & Verena Gillis: Dunseith, ND
We are sending our condolences to the Metcalfe/Poitra family. If there is
anything I can do to help, please call me at 244-5249 ext. 122. Raphael is my cousin and Janice was a good friend of ours.

Verena & Pete Gillis

Memory of Janice Metcalfe Poitra (71) from Laverne Christianson:
Posted by Vickie Metcalfe (70): Bottineau, ND
My sincere empathy to all who are related or friends of Janice
Poitra,who’s early death occured on October 18th.
Words always seem so futile at this time but may all reading this
E-mail be comforted knowing that she is ill no more, she is free of
any discomfort she experienced and that she loved all of you dearly.

She been taken far too soon but no doubt she has left a “Beautiful
Legacy” for all who knew her, to follow.

with love to all you,

Laverne Christianson, your Canadian cousin.

Condolences to Janice Metcalfe Poitra’s family
From Paula Fasset (71): North Branch, MN

It was a shock and I was very, very sad to read that Janice (Metcalfe) has passed. Janice was a great person – always friendly, always smiling. She was my classmate and I considered her my friend. I know she will be missed. My condolences to Raphael and her children – and her entire family. God bless.

Paula Fassett-Pfuhl



Condolence’s to the Metcalfe/Poitra and Allard Families

From Lynn Halvorson Otto (75): Seoul, Korea


To the Metcalfe family: I’m so sorry to here of Janice’s passing. I’m sure she’ll be missed terribly by her family and friends. May God give you some comfort during this difficult time. Lynn Halvorson Otto

To Duane Allard and family: I’m so shocked to hear of LaVonne’s passing away. I spoke with her and Duane at the all class reunion in 07. LaVonne and I worked together many long hours at the music camp when we were in high school. She was so fun to be with and I’m so sad to hear of her death. I’ll pray often for her family and friends. Very saddened, Lynn Halvorson Otto



Message to Vickie Metcalfe from Sally Knutson Metcalfe ( wife to Archie and Daughter of Mary Eurich Knutson):
Vickie, should we do flowers from the family ?
I am assuming arrangements will be made today so if you hear when the
funeral is let me know. I am going to make some potatoe salad and ham
but I thought I would take it over the day before the funeral.
I saw Raphaels car at the house and the place was all lit up this
morning. Looks like it might have been a hard night.
Let me know.Thanks

Arnold Zeiler Family memories
From Helen Metcalfe Barden (62): Fargo, ND.

What wonderful memories I have of Arnold Zeiler in my growing up years. We were neighbors about 1-1/2 miles apart. His daughter, Sandy, and I were classmates, starting in “town” school in our sixth grade, having gone to different country school our first five years. Arnold drove our bus and he loved it that we loved to sing on his bus, especially those 50s songs. He said it kept things peaceful. Arnold was like a second dad to me, always so good natured. Just as Lorna was a second Mom as Sandy and I would stay over with one another.


A fond memory was when they had TV before us and invited us over to watch professional wrestling. That was something!


Helen (Metcalfe) Barden



Gary, Our new address for our Class Directory Record is:

4336 37th Avenue S.

Fargo, ND 58104
San Haven Memories
From Brenda Hoffman (68): Greenville, SC
Even though I hadn’t lived at the San since 1969, I was devastated when the San closed in the early 80s. I couldn’t attend the auctions – I started crying whenever I thought of all of that history and beauty gone. Fortunately, Dad bought a few pieces for me – some Dining Room silverware, a tray and a chair. The first time I went back after the barbed wire went up, I tried closing the windows – so the snow and rain couldn’t destroy the buildings. The next time I toured, many of the roofs were gone. I don’t think I want to see it as Allen Richard recently described it. Thank you Allen for your political assessment of the San’s downfall. I didn’t know that part of the story.

Brenda 1968


Part two from Brenda Hoffman:

In 1952, both my Mom and I were diagnosed with tuberculosis (TB) and that’s why my family moved to San Haven. I was discharged in 1953 (at the age of three) and my Mom the following year. When I was in the hospital, someone gave me a nickel which I promptly swallowed and needed to be rushed to Minot wearing Jay Vanory’s clothes and being held by Cynthia Johnson, Dick Johnson’s Grandmother. I survived that incident as well as climbing the hospital wall pipes and “breaking out” of my crib so frequently that I was written up in the San Piper(I think that was the name), the San Haven patient newspaper. The hospital was filled when we were patients – 200 beds? and we were discharged so soon because of the discovery of the penicillin family of drugs shortly before WWII. My Dad had a cousin hospitalized at the San for 13 years – from the time she was 13. Prior to the discovery of the penicillin drugs, all sorts of odd treatments were provided including sun bathing nude on the lawns (men and women separated of course) to sleeping outside as the last phase of treatment before being sent home – those lucky winter patients – they were provided with a hot brick to place at their feet.

Mom’s first job following her discharge was babysitting the Chuck and Mona Johnson’s boys. Brian Johnson quickly became my best friend. Mom, Dad, Dale and I lived in the Children’s Building and shared bathroom facilities with the other people on our side of the hall. The building telephone was also in the hall and only provided service until ten o’clock at night. Charlene and Sharon Pearson lived in the Children’s Building Penthouse that had both bathroom and a kitchen. The Boguslowski’s (sp?) (Alice and Eddie, Allen and John) had the first television in the Building – maybe at the San and the kids would gather in their living room to watch those great cowboy shows. Carol Jasper and her family also lived in the Children’s Building. By this time, Dad had shifted from working in the hospital kitchens to the San Haven baker – the bakery was located in the basement of the Dining Room.
My family walked the block or so to the Dining Room for all of our meals. In the winter, we gratefully used the tunnels that ran throughout most of the San. Charlene and her family eventually moved to a large private house accessible by the tunnels – I still remember her answering the tunnel door to her house when I knocked (how odd is that!).

My brother, Dale, and Jay were playing with matches in the woods behind the Children’s Building one summer and nearly burned the San down. I don’t think that was a good day for either of them! But then, with Jeanne Nicholas, John and Allen, Brian, Charlene, Jay, the children of Dr. Laub – Karen and Robert and eventually the Caudrado’s, something was always going on. Roller skating (clip ons with a large metal key) and bike racing (always putting playing cards in the spokes for that special sound!) on the high and low sidewalks, croquet in the large open field beside Charlene’s house, wading in the fishpond (making Francis Baker the gardener crazy), anti-I-over (sp? over Charlene’s house seemingly always when her mom was trying to take a nap) and paper dolls. Charlene and I saved our money to buy the large Katy Keene paper dolls – I think they cost a dollar. And then of course the Kool-Aid stands strategically placed so that all of the hospital employees needed to walk by our stand BEFORE they arrived at the Commissary for their afternoon coffee. Jay, ever the businessman, brought extra stuffed animals to ensure that we caught the eyes of the workers.
Lorraine Pearson and Benny Frovarp ran the Commissary located in the basement of the Ad Building. Benny and Arlene Sand were responsible for the post office (zip code 58371) located in the room next to the Commissary. The third floor of the Ad Building had a number of empty, fully furnished apartments that were unlocked. Talk about having a great place to play house! Of course, we had to be extra quiet when we snuck in though – Mom was Executive Housekeeper by that time and was responsible for the apartments. Oh and the water balloon fights. Poor Benny F. We used the Post Office bathroom (always unlocked also!) to fill our water balloons and he had to clean up our mess.

Jeanne and her family lived in a large apartment above the Dining Room. On the second floor of the other Dining Room entrance was the movie theater that was used up until the early 50s I believe because TB patients were not allowed to interact with the public. We kids loved sneaking into the projector room and playing with the old equipment. I had my 16th birthday party in the theater room.
As Jean stated in an earlier blog, we had a pretty ideal environment. It was a bit like living in a country club – everything was done for you. San Haven staff planted our gardens, fixed our television set and delivered our Christmas trees.
Brenda Hoffman 1968
San Haven Reply
From Sybil Johnson: Cheyenne, WY.
Thank you, Dick and Allan’
I was saddened to learn the outcome of San Haven. Like I said, it has been years since I was up in the Dunseith area. To me, one cant call that progress, it was greed and lack of interest from the government. There were many buildings like San Haven that had been remodeled, after all the asbestos was removed. That was another cop out by the feds! I also remember when you were in office Allan.
Dick, that building was called Old Main. I remember it will, since I had gone to MSU in 1989, only to leave Minot, in 1992; being transferred down to CSU in Fort Collins, Co. Old Main had been a day care for those who were going to MSU at the time. During my time there, they began rennovating all of MSU and it was an experience I will never forget.
Sybil Johnson
Dorothy Robert’s accident
Article from Neola Kofoid Garbe: Minot & Bottineau, ND.
Ivy Eller Robert’s (74) reply:Everett, WA.
Yes, that is about Dorothy Robert. They couldn’t release her name until her family was notified. She was living there in Langdon with her sister Marlene.

DOROTHY ROBERT, 76, Langdon, formerly of Rolette, died Sunday in a Langdon hospital. (Elick Funeral Home, Rolla)
Wesley Schneider Story
From by Vickie Metcalfe (70):Bottineau, ND
Gary, I go for a walk and I seek out friends when I’m sad
and today was one of those days.

The furbabies and I were on our quick walk this afternoon
when turning a right, Buie zipped up Ovidia and Wesley’s driveway.
I thought he was heading in that direction for one of Wes’ dog
treats. A quick rap , Ovidia opens the door and Buie hurriedly moved
around her into the Schneider sitting room. I soon realized that
Buie was clearly on a mission.
Yesterday, when Wes tried to entertain Buie with a little
stuffed orange pumpkin toy (about the size of a small basket ball)
which when turned on, rolls around and makes a buzzing sound. He
acted quite scared and decided he didn’t want to play with Wes’ new
toy anymore (fickle dog). But today, the little dog with some new
found courage took a most ferocious aim at the living room intent on
finding Wes’ pumpkin.
Once happy that he had faced down the dreaded enemy, he
strutted and turned his attention on Wes’ treats, dancing on two
feet and begging until he got his allotted one! We three do try
to be polite neighbors!

Settled down at the table with Wes scratching the dogs, I
prepared myself for a Wes Tale. I was not disappointed. I’ll
summarize it best as I can to share with you.

Years ago when Wes was a young lad, about 15, his dad gave
him a gun. Wes would take that gun out and move around the hill so
he would come in from the south of his favorite hunting place. He’d
lie on the ground on his stomach intent, patient, take aim and wait.
Fire. Oft times the impact of the firing gun would send him back a
few feet. But he loved the feeling of being able to sometimes hit
what he intended.
Often, a well known Dunseith store keeper, would come out to
the Schneider farm because he too enjoyed hunting. One day, the
guy pulls up his rifle and says to young Wesley, “Take off your hat
and throw it up in the air and I will shoot it.” Wes says to the
store keeper , “You show me how….you go first, throw your hat up in
the air.”
So the guy did and BOOM with one shot, Wes hit the hat
before it hit the ground! Well the guy says to Wes. Now it’s my
turn.” So worriedly Wes takes off his old hat, his only hat, and
throws it up high into the air. High into the air it sails….The
storekeepers gun fires… boom, miss, the hat glides down and lands
in the dirt without a mark.
Disgruntled. The store keeper stomps over to the hat …
“BOOM, BOom, boom…. Wes’ hat destroyed.” And there he was Hatless
and unhappy Wes. Nothing more was said.
A few days later… Hatless Wes goes to town and into the
store. The storekeeper had seen Wes coming, and from under the
counter pulls out and gives Wes a…….. fine new hat.
And that is a tale of K.C.Sine and young Wesley Schneider.
Later. Vickie

Message from Vickie Metcalfe
Yes I stayed up and here it is in print……the Minot Daily.
What a thing denial is. For me, news has to be in newsprint to be
My little dogs do not think I should be up in the middle of
the night and keep prowling around my feet, pacing back and forth to
the bedroom. Those little Westies,are good mood sensors,which I
call my Pair- of -Dice. Sven, the cockatiel has been making
sounds like he’s fighting some creature in his cage. We four…. a
molting…motley grieving crew.
While I wind down I’ll tell you of my latest crawl space adventure.
This summer I purchased an antique oak buffet, really
neat, except it seems to have brought with it an unsavory smell. In
a discussion with friends, one advised charcoal placed in an egg
carton would extinguish the smell. It was a miracle Wal-mart
yesterday bags of charcoal were on sale at 1.00!
Great Scot! What a bargain! Suddenly I had a flashing
brilliant idea….would charcoal take care of the musty smell in my
crawl space? So, I haul out 15 bags, packed them in my car…drove
home and threw them down that wretched smelly space, then crawled
around opening and placing them.
However, nothing in Bottineau goes unnoticed. This morning
as I was reading the Sunday paper at our local bakery, the cook comes
out of the kitchen and commences to comment that he witnessed me
with so many bags of charcoal. He says to me, “What are you doing
with so much charcoall, Vickie are having a barbecue?”
I told him I’m winterizing my crawl space and for 15.00 I am
using the charcoal, instead of air freshners. The guy has to be
more Scot than me because he replies. Oh, that will work and you
can haul them up the spring and barbecue then…… Hmmm. Now that’s
an idea!
Wound down. Vickie


Janice Metcalfe (71) passed away
From Vickie Metcalfe (70): Bottineau, ND
Gary my siblings had been trying to reach all am. When I connected
with them by telephone……..
They told me,our cousin Janice Metcalfe Poitra died this morning.
Raphael is her husband. Jaime Metcalfe is her son. Kelly(Poitra)
Olson (daughter in law of Terry Olsen) is her daughter.
Travis and Elaine are her surviving siblings.
Kennedy and Joss are her grandchildren.
Emil and Ann were her parents
As of right now I’m in strong denial so need to sign off……I
think this news ….. will end up in the Minot paper then when I read
it in print I will have to believe …….what was told to me is
Vicky’s reply when asked about posting:
Yes Gary, I think by now Travis and Elaine have been notified.
Janice passed away today at her home, Sunday October 18, 2009. I
spoke with Shan who was in the area today when emergency vehicles
were in the area. He’d spoke with her son Jaime who told Shan that
his mom had passed away.

I understand she had been seeing doctors for a heart condition. We,
the Metcalfe Kith and Kin will miss her deeply. Our hearts ache for
Raphael, Jaime, Kelly and Kennedy and Joss. Vickie

Vickie, I am so sorry to hear of the passing of Janice. Raphael was in our class of 65. What a super person he is and I’m sure Janice was the same. My condolences go out the Raphael, his family and all of the Metcalfe family with the loss of Janice.
Folks, Raphael and Janice have been the owners of Kelvin for a number of years now.
Dorothy Robert was Killed in a car Accident.
From Ivy Eller Robert (74): Everett, WA.

I just got a phone call from my son, Jonathan, who lives in Minot, North Dakota, letting me know that Dorothy Robert was in a serious car accident and died this morning. She is the mother of Carol, Duane, Russell, Darla, & Diane Robert, was married to Orphula Robert, who died about 10 years ago. Jon didn’t have any of the details of what happened yet, other than saying that, the accident was near Langdon. Orphula & Dorothy were like second parents to me all of my life, and I will miss her!


Ivy Eller Robert (74)

Ivy, our condolences are with you, and the whole Robert family with the passing of Dorothy. Gary



LaVonne Getzlaff Allard passed away

From Neola Kofoid Garbe: Minot & Bottineau, ND

WILLOW CITY LaVonne Allard, 52, Willow City, died Thursday, Oct. 15, 2009, on arrival at a Rugby hospital.

She was born March 1, 1957, to Norman and Margaret Getzlaff in Bottineau. She married Duaine Allard Oct. 24, 1975, in Willow City.

Survivors: husband; daughters, Jessica Allard, Bottineau, Lindsey Lorenz, Williston, Brittany Allard, Bismarck; sons, Riley and Tyler, both Willow City; four grandchildren; parents, Bottineau; brothers, Jerome and Ardell, both of Cleveland, N.C.; sister, Sherry Bullinger, Gillette, Wyo.

Funeral: Tuesday, 10 a.m., First Lutheran Church, Willow City.

Burial: Memorial Park Cemetery, Willow City.

Visitation: Monday, 10 a.m. to 9 p.m., Nero Funeral Home, Bottineau.

To the Allard and Getzlaff families, our condolences are with you with the loss of LaVonne. I did not know LaVonne personally, but I knew her aunt Gloria Hagen very well. Carol & Larry Allard, her husband Duanine’s siblings were in my class of 65. Gary



San Haven’s fate

From Allen Richard (65): Midland, MI

The San came under attack not long after it began serving an overflow of residents from the Grafton State Hospital for the mentally handicapped. The Association for the Mentally Retarded (ARC) Had won class action suits in several states when they filed against ND.
The legislature fought long and hard but lost in the end. The San was closed in favor of group homes scattered through out the state. I was in the ND house and Senate from 76 through 90, so being the only legislator that could see the hospital from my home south of Dunseith, I was up to my ears in the issue.
The state put a few million dollars in upgrades, but that went nowhere. The ARC won the case and a number of larger cities across the state began planing and promoting group homes in their communities. Eventually the votes we had from these cities began to fade away as other places saw ways of making economic gains at the expense of Dunseith and the whole Turtle Mountain area.
After that, the state tried to sell the property — or rent parts of it to a number of business entities. The turtle Mountain Tribe expressed an interest in taking it over and turning it into a casino/hotel. I’m not really sure what happened, but the idea never flew. I think the facility was too big and the older parts or of it were packed with asbestos making remodeling very costly. Maybe a few other things..
I only drove by on HWY 3 when i was back in 2007 and didn’t have the heart to stop in. I drove through and risked ruining my tires in the late ’90s and the big buildings and housing were gone. The main hospital was partly demolished ad what remained was a shell of the building with no windows. It was being gutted for the value of the structural steel — so I was told.
I still have trouble driving up HW 3 from Rugby. I was so used to seeing the building as I came over the hill that is the Rolette County line. Now I hear that most of the site is a cow pasture.
That is about all I know. That is my perspective. I’m sure that those who lost their jobs and others who had more direct ties to the place have other ideas. I just know that a lot of friends, neighbors and relatives got hit very hard in the pocketbook.
Allen Richard
San Haven Memories
From Sybil Johnson: Cheyenne, WY.
Good morning Gary and all,
I remember San Haven and how it overlooked the wide open spaces. Augie’s sister Barb had resided there for years, until the order came down
to relocate all the residents. I thought it wrong then and I still think it was wrong. We use to go up and see Barb, everytime we came up to
Dunseith. She worked up in the nursery and several times, she would take us up there. It was sad to see those babies in their cribs, but I knew with Barb, they got good care; for she loved each and everyone of them.
I also remember Kelvin and all of the memorabilia that was there. Also, many times going up there with mom and Pa Johnson, to listen to the
band. There was one gentleman, Tiny, that I use to dance with; even though he wasnt very tiny. I also had a couple of showings up there with my Parklane Jewelry. It was alot of fun. Sybil Johnson.
Don & Bernice Johnson pictures
From Dick Johnson (68): Dunseith, ND.
Gary and Friends,

One evening last month Elouise Boppre gave me a picture she had of my
folks just after they received their teaching standards from Minot
State. This was in 1946 and I think she had also received hers that day.
I took two of our pictures out of an album that were taken that same
day. The building behind them is Old Main on the Minot campus ( I think
they call it Old Main). With this 6 week certificate, you were allowed
to teach school. Dad taught on this Standard until 1964 when he got his
Bachelors Degree in Music Education. He received his Masters two days
before he died in 1980. I just thought these pictures may be of some
interest to so many who had Dad for a teacher. Thanks Gary!

Lorraine Olson’s obituary reposted with picture
From Eileen Brudwick:Fargo, ND




Funeral Services will be held Monday, October 19, 2009 at 2:00 pm in Trinity Lutheran Church in Binford , ND .

Visitation will be Sunday from 5:00 till 7:00 in the Church and one hour before services in the Church.

Family Service at 7:00 pm in the Church

Interment will be in the Trinity Cemetery , rural Binford , ND .

Lorraine Olsen, 84 of Binford , ND , died Thursday, October 15, 2009 in MeritCare Hospital , Fargo , ND .

Lorraine Pederson was born March 21, 19 25 on a farm five miles north of Binford , ND , the daughter of Palmer and Julia (Hoffich) Pederson.From infancy she was raised by her grandparents John and Sina Pederson.

Lorraine married Melvin Ingvold Olsen July 2, 19 43 in Binford , ND . The couple farmed in the Binford area.Melvin passed away February 2, 1972 .She left the farm and moved into Binford on the east side in 1976 where she resided until her death.

She worked many years as a cook and baker at the Red Willow Lake Resort.She was well known for her baked goods, bread, Norwegian “Goodies” and thousands of yummy lefse rounds.

She was very active in her Church.She enjoyed music by performing organist duties and singing in the choir.Bible study and Ladies Aid were important arms of her spiritual life.Social friendship was enjoyed many years through the Willow Homemakers Club.

Lorraine is survived by three children: a daughter, Joan Richard, Dunseith , ND ; son, Barry (Faith) Olsen, Moorhead , MN ; son, Neal Olsen, St. Louis , MO ; nine grandchildren, six great grandchildren with one expected in February, two step great grandchildren and many others that called her Grandma.

She was preceded in death by; her parents, husband, grandson, John Melvin Richard.



Memories and Condolences to the Arnold Zeiler family
From Gary Fulsebakke (71): Devils Lake, ND
Hi Gary,
Kelvin was a wonderful place for those of us who lived around or north
of Hwy.43 and a considerable distance from Dunseith or Bottineau. It
was a place to get groceries and supplies and to catch up on the
latest local news. Midge was a great storekeeper and a wonderful
person. She and her family lived in a nice apartment in the back of
the store. Even though Hal was a few years younger than me, we played
together often and I envied him because it seemed he had access to an
endless supply of candy, popicles, pop and ice cream. I thought he
lived in paradise! The “store” had a good supply of essentitial
groceries and general merchandise, much like a modern “C” store and
had a small bar connected on the south side. Midge was not only
bartender, but also an effective bouncer if the situation called for
it. She was an amazing lady. There were 2 Mobil gas pumps outside
where my Dad would often get his “2 bucks worth” of gas to carry him
thru the week. It was a sad day when Midge decided to sell the store
and move her family out west. One of my favorite memories was when
our bus driver, Arnold Zeiler, would drop us off at Kelvin while he
made his western route on 43 and then would swing back and pick us up.
While we were there we feasted on nickle candy bars, dime pop and a
game or two of bumper pool. When the weather was nice, he would drop
us off at the corner of 43 and 281 and we would walk all the way to
the top of Peace Garden hill picking up empty pop bottles along the
way which we redeemed at Kelvin for 2 or 3 cents a bottle. Those were
the days! We all thought Arnold was the greatest bus driver and one
of the nicest people you will ever meet. Arnold and Lorna were our
closet and dearest neighbors, and the entire Fulsebakke family offer
our deepest condolences to Lorna, Lyle and Sandra on your great loss.
Gary Fulsebakke
Condolences to the Arnold Zeiler family
From Sharron Gottbreht Shen (59): Everett, WA.
When I walked into the Rugby nursing facility attached to the hospital in mid August, it was so right to find Arnold and Lorna Casavant Zeiler seated in the sunroom, Arnold in a wheel chair all bright and cheerful and Lorna dressed for company quietly by his side. I so admired their devotion to each other. My condolences to Sandra and Lyle, both such a source of pride to their wonderful parents. Some years ago when I visited them at their apartment in Dunseith, Arnold went into great detail telling me about Lorna’s restored cardiac health; no other place or thing was more important than Lorna. Sharron


Arnold & Leona Zeiler

From Vickie Metcalfe (67): Bottineau, ND.



At 10 of 10, I ventured over east this morning to attend the funeral of an always kind,honorable man from the Peace Garden hills of Dunseith. When I got to the Catholic Church, I tugged on the doors, I found them securely locked. Baffled. Hum. I decided I must have read something wrong and I am here early.

Ah ha. I spy a couple cars to the side of the church. So, marching around to the side door, Yes! It opens, and bounding down stairs I go, to find Lorraine Peterson and Helen Boguslowski busy preping for lunch. Say I confidently, “What time is the funeral? Am I early?” Lorraine replied, “The funeral is in Bottineau at 10:00.” “Un oh.” Embarrassed. I think, “Boy, I really hate it when kids don’t read directions.” Lorraine and Helen kindly let me place forks on the place settings, make the lemonaide, and butter buns which was a fitting penance for this (Lutheran) teacher who apparently didn’t read facts and “assumed”.

Smells of scalloped potatoes and coffee filled the air when Bob and Supan Brennan arrived. Supan headed for the kitchen. Yep. Penance had been served and the St Michael Archangel Ladies came with more cakes. We three,Connie Peterson Lagerquist, Bob and I sipped decaf coffee and reminisced about the Zeiler team, “Arnold and Lorna“. As kids we recalled, where one was, the other was close by…….unless it was on Arnold’s bus. Bob said, “While riding school bus one afternoon, years ago Arnold told him he had to hurry and get home because it was he and Lorna’s anniversary.” Donna Fugere told us later that Arnold and Lorna were a married pair of about 67 years.

Fair well and God Speed Arnold.




Condolences to the Arnold Zeiler family

From Dick Johnson (68): Dunseith, ND.


Gary and Friends,

My condolences to the Zeiler family on the passing of Arnold. We had a
lot of fun with Arnold and Lorna back in the early days of snowmobiling.
Good people.



Joan Richard’s mohter, Lorraine Olsen, passed away
From Vickie Metcalfe (67): Bottineau, ND.
Stopping by the Family Bakery early this afternoon, I saw Joni Richard and was saddened to hear from her of the passing of her dear mom. Joni is currently teaching at Dunseith High School, each of her three children are Dunseith High graduates. Joni, is quite active in leading the Bottineau women’s choir and also lends her talented musical gifts to playing for Peace Lutheran Church.

Today’s in_forum obit;

Lorraine Olsen
Binford, N.D.
Died Thursday, Oct. 15, 2009, at age 84 in MeritCare Hospital, Fargo.
Survivors: two sons, Barry (Faith) Olsen, Neal Olsen; and a daughter, Joan Richard.
Services: Visitation will be Sunday from 5 to 7, with a prayer service at 7, and Monday from 1 to 2, followed by the funeral at 2, all in Trinity Lutheran Church, Binford. Burial: Church ceme-tery.
(Quam-Plaisted-Cushman, Cooperstown, N.D.)
Repy to Doreen Bailey’s picture posted yesterday
From Lloyd Awalt (44): Bottineau, ND.
Reply to Doreen. I know every one on that picture. Mrs. Joe Cota is right I think my mom had a picture like this one Lloyd.


San Haven Memories

From Jean Nicholas Miller (66): Glendale, AZ.


Regarding San Haven, it is truly a shame what happened to it. I have many wonderful memories of it and history as well in my family. Back when it was a TB sanitarium my parents met there and fell in love and were married. My father(Herc Nicholas) was a TB patient there in the mid to late 40’s and my mother (Aggie Nicholas) was a nurses aide. When my father got out he worked there as an orderly. He and my mother got married and then he ended back in as a patient after I was born. My mother used to take me up to the grounds as a baby so he could see me through the window. Later we lived in Dunseith and move back there when I was around 10 as my parents both worked there then. It was a great place to grow up. Charlene Pearson, Dale Hoffman, Brenda too, Jay Vanorny, Ramona Thiefoe, the Cuadrado family and the other Cuban families too. Anyway it was great!!


San Haven
From Allen Richard (65): Midland, MI

About the San–I’m sure there are literally hundreds of opinions on what should or should not have been done in those last years. We all have different perspectives. I’ll give mine in a note to Shirley to begin with. It is still a major sore spot with me going back to ’76 when I was first elected to the legislature.






Answer to Gary’s Question

From Shirley Olson Warcup (49): Ivans, UT

Both of our sons were dentists–one still is. Our second son sold his practice about 10 years ago. His great love is golf!! He has some other business investments that don’t need daily “looking after” so he now can golf whenever he wants to. Next week he’ll be here in St. George to play golf. We have a multitude of golf courses. (We also have a grandson who is a senior dental student at the U. of Ohio.) Personally, I tried playing golf once and that was enough–I’d much rather read a book or watch a basketball game. I developed a love of basketball at Dunseith High School–watching, not playing. We had some very good teams. I’m a big NBA fan and have been known to not answer my door when I’m watching a close game and don’t want to miss the action.
Once again, Gary, many thanks for keeping us all connected!! I may have lived in California for 47 years, but I still consider myself a North Dakotan!!
Shirley Olson Warcup




Reply from Aggie Casavant (69): Fort Mill, SC


To Ele Slyter& Richard:
Quite a hansome grandson that Devin is. You are both so blest to have a grand son that age who wants to serve his country,and not go the way of so many teenagers today in the grip of drugs. I especially liked the picture of Richard and him together saluting. That was priceless. Your daughter Sherri sure enough looks like her Mama. Thanks for sharing the pictures. Can never get enough pictures. Looking forward to seeing you and Richard at the mini-union. Ms. Aggie




Reply to Dick Morgan’s letter

From Gary Morgan (54): Garrison, ND.

Gary & All,

It was a bit of a surprise to see a letter from my brother, Dick, yesterday. Since he probably won’t see it for a month or more, I’ll attempt to answer your questions: I faithfully make copies of all your blogs and every month or so Dick stops by and picks them up. He then reads them in chronalogical order, one or two a day. Since he is uncomfortable with and distrustful of anything “new” he will not touch a computer. He can type, (he was assigned Postal Clerk in the army because of his typing skills) however he prefers to handwrite his correspondence because it is more warm and personal. He disdains ballpoint pens as they have no personality. He has my son-in-law special order ink. Unfortunately, the resulting correspondence is sometimes a little difficult to make out. More so in recent years. With this in mind, I’ll attempt to correct a few errors in your translation: It should be “phenomina” rather than pneumonia; he beat his head against his “crib” rather than “circle” and his grandparents were Harriet & Charlie Watkins. Other than that, you did really well.

Some members of my family think Dick is just a tad eccentric.His afore mentioned characteristics coupled with his preference to sleep in the back of his pickup under his trusty buffalo robe rather than in a bed sort of lead to this conclusion.In recent years, his bodily functions have compelled him to sleep in the house in the winter time.He confessed to me that he decided that was the prudent thing to do one winter night when it was like 20 below and he found himself debating with himself whether it was worth it to crawl out of his warm nest to “take a whiz” which he urgently had to do.

He is a wonderful brother who has always looked after me and has kept my family entertained all of these years.

Gary Morgan

Gary M, I have made the corrections to Dick’s letter posted below. Thank you so much for this reply. We’d love to hear more from Dick too. Gary S


Corrected copy

20 Sept. 09

Yet another perfectly beautiful day in North Dakota.




Hi Gary,


You could not have conceivably anticipated the incredible phenomina you would generate and create with your project to compile a directory of DHS graduates.My wife is baffled and bewildered by the outpouring of loyalty and love expressed in your dispatches.Some months ago, Jack Flynn telephoned to inquire why I was not contributing.Jack is well aware that I am a professionally trained and experienced historian and story teller, absolutely dedicated to truth and accuracy. So the following is for “Uncle Jack”.




Few know or care that the Morgan’s, Marjorie and Kenneth lived in Dunseith during the early 1930’s. That is how I came to be born in Bottineau.The first glimpse my mother and of her beautiful lovely boy, my head was covered with blood.Nurse said I was beating it against the crib, no doubt about that.I have not spent a night in the hospital since.Mother always contended that the nurse had dropped me on my head.Mother said that explained a lot.




As soon as I could walk I commenced to run away.Consequently I was tied with a piece of clothes line to the clothes line behind my grandparents, Harriet & Charlie Watkins.As I was straining against my leash, around the corner of the house came an older boy running at full speed.He caught my leash across his throat, which stopped and dropped him.I was projected up into the air.As Billy Jack Hosmer observed my graceful arc across the sky, he determined then and there to become a world class flier and pilot. I landed on my head.Mother said that explained a lot.




Dick Morgan (52)




Supt. “Big Ed” Conroy used to say the class of 52 was the “Quality Class”, well of course!We had both Don Hosmer and Kick McKay.



1987….at lake Mirond Canada…Note who has the fish….

Gary Morgan, Glen Williams and Dick Morgan



Gary Morgan’s family:

Standing L to R: Laurel, Pamela, Stacy, Mark & Rob

Sitting: Mary Lou & Gary




Arnold Zeiler pasted away

Posted by Neola Kofoid Garbe: Minot & Bottineau, ND.



ARNOLD ZEILER, 89, Rugby, formerly of Dunseith, died Wednesday in a Rugby hospital. Funeral Saturday, 10 a.m., St. Mark’s Catholic Church, Bottineau. Scriptural service today, 5 p.m., in Nero Funeral Home, Bottineau. Visitation today, 10 a.m. to 9 p.m., in the funeral home.
Sandra & Lyle, We are so sorry to hear of the passing of you dad. He was a wonderful man. He will be missed dearly. We are so glad that you guys have been able to spend time with your folks the last while. Sandra & Mike, I know you guys have been making a lot of trips to Rugby. It’s so wonderful that you have/are able to do this for your parents. Gary & Bernadette.
From Lynn Halvorson Otto (75): Seoul, Korea

To the Pladson family! I so sorry to here of Florence’s accident, she will be in our prayers. We pray for a complete and speedy recovery. Lynn Halvorson Otto
Update for Florence Pladson Sime (62) from her daughter Becky Sime Coles (83): Spokane, WA.
Florence remains in ICU. She has had a few surgeries to date. The latest was to place rods in her shoulder and hip. She will have to have another surgery, perhaps next week, to fix her wrist which was severly crushed. She is in a lot of pain, understandably so, but ocassionally feels well enough to give the nurses a bad time.
Letter from Dick Morgan (52): Washburn, ND




20 Sept. 09


Yet another perfectly beautiful day inNorth Dakota.



Hi Gary,



You could not have conceivably anticipated the incredible pneumonia you would generate and create with your project to compile a directory of DHS graduates.My wife is baffled and bewildered by the outpouring of loyalty and love expressed in your dispatches.Some months ago, Jack Flynn telephoned to inquire why I was not contributing.Jack is well aware that I am a professionally trained and experienced historian and story teller, absolutely dedicated to truth and accuracy.So the following is for “Uncle Jack”.



Few know or care that the Morgan’s, Marjorie and Kenneth lived in Dunseith during the early 1930’s. That is how I came to be born in Bottineau.The first glimpse my mother and of her beautiful lovely boy, my head was covered with blood.Nurse said I was beating it against the circle, no doubt about that.I have not spent a night in the hospital since.Mother always contended that the nurse had dropped me on my head.Mother said that explained a lot.



As soon as I could walk I commenced to run away.Consequently I was tied with a piece of clothes line to the clothes line behind my grandparents, Harriet and Harley Watkins.As I was straining against my leash, around the corner of the house came an older boy running at full speed.He caught my leash across his throat, which stopped and dropped him.I was projected up into the air.As Billy Jack Hosmer observed my graceful arc across the sky, he determined then and there to become a world class flier and pilot. I landed on my head.Mother said that explained a lot.



Dick Morgan (52)



Supt. “Big Ed” Conroy used to say the class of 52 was the “Quality Class”, well of course!We had both Don Hosmer and Kick McKay.

Dick, Thank you so much for sending me this letter. I hope I have typed it all correctly. Please let me know of any mistakes I may have made. I have a question for you. With what you say in this letter, you are getting these daily messages. I don’t have an email address for you in my files though. Gary



Question from Dick Johnson’s Aunt, his mothers sister.


Shirley Olson Warcup (49): Ivans, UT



Gary, Allen Richard or??

What has happened to San Haven? I haven’t heard anything about it for quite some time. I always thought it was such a beautiful place.

Shirley Olson Warcup

Shirley, It has been a long while since San Haven has been discussed. Many folks have been added to our distribution since that topic was discussed. I will let Allen or someone else re-address this subject. I will tell you this much, it’s a shame what has happened.
I got a personal reply from Brenda Hoffman to yesterday’s message telling me her husband is a retired Periodontist (Doctor of the Gums). I’m thinking you have a son who is a dentist as well? You have never said, but I think that is what I heard a while back with something that was said. Gary.





Ricky Kuhn’s address in Kosovo


From his dad Mel Kuhn (70): melkuhn@utma.com St. John, ND.




Howdy Gary,
I remember a while back that someone wanted an address for the guys when they get to Kosovo and my son called from Germany this morning with this address for him.
SPC. Kuhn, Ricky
TF Falcon-Eng
Camp Bondsteel
APO AE 09340
He said they are really getting into some intense training and will leave Germany for Kosovo next week.
Mel Kuhn[70]







Reply from LeaRae Parrill Espe (67): Bottineau, ND.



Someone mentioned Mr. Lykins yesterday and I, too, had been thinking of him yesterday as I was substitute teaching in the “keyboarding” class. They have to use cardboard keyboard covers so they can’t peek at the letters. I shared with them how our old Royal typewriters did not have the letters on the keys so we did not have any chances to peek. (One kid said he had seen one those typewriters and knew what they looked like!) So where have you been hiding Mr. Lykins. You haven’t been attacked by a Side Hill Gouger, have you? Does anyone else remember celebrating Side Hill Gouger Days? They were introduced to us by Mr. Lykins.


LeaRae, you need to wonder no more with Mr. Lykins reply below. Gary


Bob Lykins (DHS teacher in the mid 60’s) reply: Hutto, TX.

I am still alive and very busy. I have been doing a great deal of traveling and just returned from visiting my young son and his mom in Germany. My son took golf lessons through his school. Since golf equipment is so much cheaper here than in Europe I bought him a nice starter set and bag and took it with me on the plane to Germany. We played in a tournament in Garmisch as well as several times at a course near my wife’s home. Most of the time my son played alone with me driving the cart as it was so expensive ($75.00 for one for 18 holes). Since “Dad” was paying it was better for my pocket book not to play. At a municipal course near my home in Hutto seniors only pay $22.00 for 18 holes, a cart, breakfast and lunch. My son and I also spent 4 days in Vienna, Austria touring the sights as well as attending the opening of a major Impressionist art exhibit and an evening concert by the Vienna Mozart Orchestra. Surprisingly, my 13 year old thought the concert his favorite experience in Vienna. One day, while my son was in school, I thought I’d get more culture so I rode the bus down the mountain and hopped a train to Munich and the Oktober Fest. That is always a fun time. While there I was interviewed by a major German TV channel, ZDF. It seems that day the American Government had issued a travel advisory against traveling to Germany because of threats issued on TV by Al Quida to create “incidents” if the German electorate did not vote for political candidates and parties, in elections that next week, that were advocating the withdrawal of all foreign troops from Iraq and Afghanistan. The reporter asked me how I felt about the advisory. I told her that it did not bother me and that I had full faith and confidence in the German security agencies to handle any threat. (I wanted to say that nothing, not even threat of bodily harm, was going to keep me from drinking the finest beer in the world. But, that might have been too flippant). She also asked me if I was taking any precautions. I told her that I wasn’t going to sit next to any un-attended packages. I forgot all about it until latter that night, after I got home, my wife asked me if I had done an interview for TV. It seems relatives and friends had been calling asking my wife if she had seen the interview on TV (she hadn’t) and so there went my 15 seconds of fame.
I am now back in Hutto enjoying the fall Texas weather. I keep busy by working around the house as well as working part-time with Pearsons Education. They called me back to work and I will be doing a solid 3 weeks starting next week. I need to make enough to pay for my flights to Washington, DC and back to Germany in December to visit family. In the spring I plan to head up to Alaska to visit my daughter and her family at Elmendorff AFB. I’m also working for the University of Texas Athletic Department as an events usher. I work the football games which allow me to see a good deal of the home games. It’s fun and I enjoy joshing with the fans.
By-the-way, I remember buckle overshoes and the long string of yarn that connected both sets of mittens and ran up one arm, across the back, and down the other arm in my coat.
Sorry to learn about Gregg Grimme. My condolences to the family. I remember well the Grimme children in school. It wasn’t difficult to tell who was a Grimme as it seems they all looked alike and they were all good students.
My best to all.
Bob Lykins
Reply from Vickie Metcalfe (65): Bottineau, ND.
Gary, A few e-mails ago Ivy (Eller) Robert asked about Hal Dupee. Was she referring to Hal, the son of Midge Cook Henrikson the proprietor of Kelvin Store? Didn’t his older sister write in a while back about him. I relayed that tidbit of info to my sister, Cyndy who recalls him as a nice kid.

Ivy, my sister Cyndy, Connie Peterson, Jesse Marion, Emil Dubois, Alexis Machipiness, Lorraine Cote, and Hal were just some of the kids in the same early grade classes together. At the our supper table every night, Cyndy would exuberantly talk about their wonderful teacher, Mrs.Fortune Berube. Cyndy would also entertain us with talk about her classmates ….. we’d hear tales of exploits of (some) kids. None of the comments were bad, just amusing to my dad. Cyndy thought the world of Mrs. Berube and of her classmates.
Later, Vickie
Vickie, You are so right. What a memory. I am pasting Lynn Henrikson’s message below that she posted with message 367 on February 10, 2009. I have highlighted in bold blue what she has to say about Hal. Gary
Previously posted with message 367 – 2/10/09
Reply from Lynn Henriksen (64):


Yes, of course I remember Dot & Tommy Hagen! Mom loved you both so much. I always remember you as being so nice & fun. The names you just brought up & even the mention of the cabin behind Kelvin bring up so many wonderful memories – it actually brings tears to my eyes and tightens my throat, so I’m glad I can type, not have to speak right now, since I’d break down bawling. Seems like a million years ago – and the stuff we each have tucked inside can be triggered so easily by just the mention of a name. Thank you for think of us!

Briefly, Dana and Rick and families are all happy & healthy – Dana in Idaho, Rick in Oregon (1/3 of the time in Baja developing his “casa” project).

And yes, all the play time & boyhood memories between Markey and Hal. Hal had a horrible, crippling accident about 20 years ago – he is amazing, doesn’t let quadriplegia stop him – has a beautiful “saint” of a girl friend, writes, etc. I’m sure he’d love to hear from Markey & from you two – don’t know if I should put his email address in this reply, so please email me at & I’ll give it to you.

Keeping Spirits Alive,

Lynn Henriksen


Website: http://www.telltalesouls.com


Blog: http://www.thestorywoman.com


Folks, this is a personal message that Vickie Metcalfe sent to me with some of our one on one correspondence. I have her permission to share this wonderful message with you.



Alcoholism is a devastating disease. There are quite a few folks I know who lived in tough home situations. After leaving Dunseith, while attending graduate school I came to understand the disease and realized I would have been a perfect enabler. Whooeee. Insight.

As an elementary counselor in Montana, I was fortunate to work for a school board and administration that encouraged all certified staff to gain further education in understanding the disease concept of alcoholism to help children in prevention.

I owe so much to that school system who enabled me to continue growing as a person. But, I owe even more to those kids who shared with me their pain.

This another lesson of life, any time a kid shares emotional pain with me I am humbled and honored.

Particularly kids who live with their unspoken family rules, “don’t trust, don’ feel and don’t talk” . As each layer of education from classes and lessons from kids who’ve walked the walk. I automatically start recognizing family roles; ie “The active alcoholic, the charming alcoholic, the dry drunk, the co-dependent, the perfect child, the lost child,the troublemaker, the family clown.”

I strongly believe in the power of hope. I found through this life journey parents who got involved in their recovery through the 12 step process and ended up in being the most awesome healthy parents I’ve worked with.

Children of alcoholics need to believe in hope. And kids need to learn there’s a genetic pre- disposition in this disease. If they can recognize they are at risk so much can be prevented. Oh boy, here there I go again into the teacher mode bandwagon and you are playing the violin by now. When I start with that business of judging others, I remind myself to STOP, take a deep breath and say to myself,”But for the grace of God , there go I.”

So enough said. Thank you for sharing, it does make one stop and marvel at a life miracle, “some folks change their destiny”

And Justly reaffirms. HOPE. Later. Vickie


Message/Picture from Doreen Bailey (Vance Bailey 46 deceased): Tempe, AZ


Gary Metcalfe Mention the Cota family that lived across the road from the Old Bailey farm on the hill. Vance has this picture of a Picnic at Carpenter Lake 1912 of Bailey, Anderson, Cota, & Wagner ladies and children. I remember him mentioning he was not positive about Mrs. Cota’s husbands first name, he has Joe on the picture. Also that they were neighbors of his Grandparents.
Doreen Bailey




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Reply from Keith Pladson (66): Stafford, VA
just a brief follow up to my niece’s (Becky’s) notice on her mother Florence Sime. I’ll let Becky keep you all updated on her status.

However, Becky didn’t mention much about the accident — probably because, like me, she hasn’t heard that much except to say it was a horrific accident. What we do know in that others were also badly injured and I would like to ask for your prayers and best wishes not only for Florence’s recovery, but for the recovery of all those injured in the accident. Thank you in advance for your prayers. Keith Pladson Class of 66

From Verena & Pete (65) Gillis: Dunseith, ND.
> Re: Florence Sime

We are so terribly sorry to hear about her accident. I hard about the
accident after work yesterday. The roads were so terrible throughout
Rolette County and Bottineau County. As I understand she was hit by
another car who was trying to pass her, as she was out doing her rounds.
You would think people that have lived around here all their lives would
know enough to slow down and not try to pass in these conditions. We will
be praying for her recovery. She is a wonderful lady!

Pete and Verena Gillis

Reply From Neola Kofoid Garbe: Minot & Bottineau, ND.
I was shocked/stunned/etc. to read of Florence Sime’s accident. I’m including a site where emails may be sent to her. I think the emails are read once per day (probably morning)/the messages are printed on card, along with who sent them/delivered to the patient later in the day. Wally received several of them when he was hospitalized. I’m sure Florence would enjoy hearing from friends/family/etc.
From Bobby Slyter (70): Wichita, Kansas
I just wanted to add to Ele’s message about my great nephew Devin Millang, I am so very very proud of this young man that the buttons on my shirt popes off when I see him in uniform,he is not only a brave young man but a very respectful, passionate and courteous person, we all wish him well in his next adventure in the marines, it is a great pleasure to be his great uncle
Reply from Allen Rickard (65): Midland, MI

Just two things: First the date you picked would have been Dad’s 90th birthday. Second, seeing those pictures of the San makes me both angry and near nauseous when I think of what became of it and how all that history and beauty turned into a pile of rubble.


Allen Richard




From Vickie Metcalfe (70): Bottineau, ND.


Do you recall having any “wayward” horses back on the farm? I figured you might feel the need to lighten up and grin at this piece of info out of WY.from the Billings Gazette. That bit of cowboy humor got me thinking about those who get together and jam. My sister in-law Sally’s aunt Shirley and uncle Carl are a couple of folks with music in their bones and Carl’s compositions….make one think he’s got the soul of a cowboy poet. Vickie

Cowboy cited after horse wanders away from bar

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Reply from Cheryl Larson Dakin (71): BEDFORD, TX
HI All
In reply to Bonnie Awalt Houle, I do remember those overshoes…..mostly when the buckles would become packed with snow and it was hard to unhook them with frozen fingers. And they would melt all over the floor when we did get them off. Mom was constantly having to mop up after us. I don’t remember wearing them in the rain as much as I do in the snow. The good old days when we could be out in it for what seemed like hours and not be as miserable as we would be now.
Cheryl Larson Dakin
Reply from Sybil Johnson: Cheyenne, WY.
Good morning Dunseith and Neola,
It was my cousin’s husband from Virginia, who sent the update of Reachelle Smith. I had forwarded the Amber Alert to them and Chuck did
some checking on the story. Maybe and this may sound like a fluke idea, but some of the law enforcement shows on TV have run past cases like hers’. Maybe, this is a way to go. This is just an idea. Thank you Neola. Sybil Johnson
Folks, After sending yesterday’s message, I realized I had forgotten to answer Dick’s question that I have highlited in blue below. Gary
Bonnie Awalt Houle–I sure do remember the 4 and 5 buckle overshoes. I
always new when the kids from the hills got to school in the
morning—-ka ching ka ching down the hall. The amazing thing to me was
that shoes and overshoes were all we wore in the winter. My feet got
numb after a half hour and stayed that way all day! If we would have had
pack boots and Thinsulate liners then, most of us wouldn’t have
arthritis now. Let me try a guess—
I seem to remember Gary Stokes
always wore zipper overshoes to school. Am I right Gary?


Dick, You are so right about those zipper overshoes. I had totally forgotten about those too. When I started high school I graduated from the buckle overshoes to the zipper type. Those were my Sunday overshoes too. I had earned enough money working the summer months for Norris/Bud Knutson and Carl Melgaard to be able to buy those too.
The last winter I was back in ND was in January 1971. The Army granted me 2 weeks convalescent leave at that time following corrective surgery that I had on my Jaw. I was very fortunate to have been in a dental unit with one of the best Oral surgeons that recognized I had a petruding jaw that could be surgically corrected. He cut my jaw bone on both sides, in the back, completely off with an angle cut and slid my whole jaw back nearly a half inch. I was wired shut for the next 6 weeks for the healing. I ate thin strained foods through a straw. At the time I was working for a Periodontist (Gum Dentist) who was very good friends with the Oral surgeon. Being a periodontist, he was very concerned with the alignment of my teeth, so he assisted with the surgery to make sure things got aligned correctly. He also took pictures (slides) of the whole operation of which I have. To this day I have had zero problems. I was so fortunate to have had such wonderful caring profession folks in my life at that time. Needless to say, my facial features were considerably altered/corrected with this operation. It was fun going back into the civilian world following this surgery with folks wondering if that was really me. I was stationed at Fort Riley Kansas, following my year in Viet Nam, at the time.
Reply/Pictures from Dick Johnson (68): Dunseith, ND.

The picture posted by Gary Morgan of Billy Wright’s grocery store had
to have been taken the same day as the Post Office picture with similar
hail storm damage. The history book says the storm was in 1943. My
grandparents bought this store in 1947, according to the Dunseith
Journal. I remember the building when Joe Morinville had his store there
in the mid 50s and before he moved to the building north of Said (Sy)
Kadry’s pool hall. For those who don’t remember this building, it stood
across from Woodford’s Bar in what is now the parking lot for Wayne’s
grocery store. Attached are two items–first the Journal article and a
pencil I have from when my grandparents had the store in the late 40s.
Thanks Gary!


Dick, Speaking of the Morgan’s, When I picked up my mail from the FPO office yesterday, I had a letter from Dick Morgan (52). Dick does not have email that I know of. I will utilize the valuable typing skills I received from Mr. Lykins class and type his letter into tomorrow’s message. Speaking of Mr. Lykins, we have not heard from him in a while. Gary


In reply to Aggie’s message posted below:
Folks, I know that this reunion Aggie Casavant (69) and Verena (Pete 65) Gilles are planning will be a smashing success. I know that whenever you have Verena involved with an activity it will be a success and I know Aggie is right in there with her. The only thing they are asking from you folks is a reply letting them know you plan on attending so they can make their plans accordingly. I’d suggest letting them know even if you are not quite sure. An occasion of this nature does not come along often. For all of you both far and near, please make your plans accordingly and plan to attend this reunion if at all possible. Think of the fun you will have seeing so many folks from the past. To top things off, your entertainment for this event will be Highway 43 with Dick & Brenda Johnson and Ron Hett. I’ve got their CD playing as I speak. It’s great!!
It’s not often an event of this nature is held, so take advantage of this great opportunity and attend. Please pass the word to those that do not have email.
I told Aggie they will have to get some stick on name tags too for this event so folks know who you are and you know who they are. We do change over the years.
Please let Aggie know your plans.
Dunseith Alumni Reunion plans posted by Aggie Casavant (69): Fort Mill, SC

To: The Dunseith Bloggers:
Just got off the phone with Vereena Gillis,(and yes Gary she is as nice a person as you said she was…sweet as can be) this is what we have so far with plans for the Mini-Dunseith Reunion:
Date: May 22,2010
Time: Social Hour 4:00pm to 6:00pm
Cook Out: 6:00pm to 8:00pm
Music & Hanging Out : 8:00pm to Midnight
Band: Hwy 43…AKA Dick & Brenda Johnson & Ron Hett
I’m sure by now your wondering about the location…So are we…. LOL. What we need from all who are interested in attending, is an e-mail or phone call to me by
December 1,2009 so Vereena has an idea of what size of facility to get,so we have more of an idea how much to charge.
As for the food,all we know so far is that it’s going to be a cookout…Dick has a grill that he built,that can cook up to I think he said 35 to 40 steaks and/or hamburgers at a time.(Thank you Dick!) Some have suggested pot luck, some have suggested catering, Please put your preference down when e-mailing me,that again would give us more of an idea also, what the cover charge would be. The whole concept is to keep it, Fun,& Simple and to keep the cost down,so as not to pose a hardship on anyone who would maybe like to attend,but short on funds… I would rather give up the frills,and be able to sit and chat with an old classmate.
We will update you with info as we get it….Right now we just need a head count. Again Please let me know by Dec.1,2009 if you plan to attend.
If you have any questions, comments or concerns, please give me a holla at…
Florence Pladson Sime (62) was in a bad car accident
Posted by her daughter Becky Sime Coles (83): Spokane, WA.
Florence (62, Keith (66) & Bechy (83)
Mom (Florence Sime) was in a car wreck today. I just got off the phone with the hospital. She has a compound fractured wrist, broken shoulder, broken ribs, punctured lung, broken hip, tear in her spleen and many scratches on her face. All this was on the left side. The doctor is putting a tube in her lung to keep it from collapsing and when she is stable from that they will be taking her into surgery to repair her wrist. She will be in ICU from there. When she is able they will be performing additional surgeries. No contact number for her yet. She is in the Minot Hospital. Drop me a note or call if you have any questions. I’ll keep you posted on her status. My phone number is





Reply from Vickie Metcalfe (70): Bottineau, ND


Hey Gary, Dick, and my dear KITH and KIN,


Another response from Ardis Metcalfe Steggall, to my earlier questions about the Cota’s.


Hi Vickie,

George’s brother, Alfred, was a good friend of my parents. He lived in the Tri Cities in eastern Washington and would go to Seattle every year for a check up on his throat. He had throat cancer and the voice box removed but communicated very effectively with burps of air. He and his wife would always get together with my parents when they came to Seattle. My parents also visited them a few times in eastern Washington. Very nice people.

Have a good life,


My pondering reply.
I remember Alfred Cota coming to Uncle Emil’s when they lived in the big green two story house surrounded by fields of strawberries at MARYSVILLE, WASHINGTON in the fall of 1963. This was whom the Cliff Metcalfe family lived with in Marysville, until our mom found the Hanson rental house on Schultes Road.

Later, when my folks were back living at the farm north of Dunseith , Alfred Cota stopped by and visited there too. He and dad would talk about times past and about his travels visiting people. Mom would brew coffee and put together a lunch.
The feeling of “true fondness and warmth”, come back to me as I recall the strong emotions evoked when George and Lela Cota were around Jim and Ella Metcalfe. That feeling was also there when Dad , Uncle Emil and the uncles and aunts were visiting Alfred Cota, as the record player was playing Uncle Emil’s Johnny Horton LP at the big green house.

I don’t recall meeting Alfred’s wife. I just knew he was a special adult friend the “Metcalfe’s ” held in high regard (He was up there with a few others. I think the our folks expected us to call him Mr.

I recall warm cozy feelings of true affection and happiness of old friends who were fondly together again.. The clinkings of moms making a lunch, jolly laughter and voices some like a smooth creamed coffee, another gruff, another quite different but ok because he was an old friend. I know what I experienced was true AGED friendship, comparing that to an AGED fine cognac (smooth and easy.) Special kind of friends, that knew each others weaknesses but focused on strengths and loved each other as friends.
Later, Vickie


Reply from Gary Metcalfe (57): Forsyth, MO


Hello, Dick I think that little girl that Mae is holding is Joy, her granddaughter and Alfred Cota’s only child. Alfred Cota was full of vim and vigor, we were neighbors in Spokane, Wa. He had to have a voice box due to cancer, but that did not slow him down a bit. I would guess Vance Bailey would have been able to identify with this Cota family as they were near to the old Bailey farm.

Another guy I should mention is Art Seim’s brother, Morris. My dad’s age. He and his wife Victoria, and daughter Dorothy, used to visit us back and forth in Seattle. Morris sold insurance and he always carried milk with him for his ulcers.


Bonnie I was trying to forget them!!


Aggie some people can live a full life in a short time, you are one of them, don’t settle down….keep on making memories. They are so useful when you get older, and unlike most everything else, no one can take them away from you. We went over that Estes Colorado Mountain in 1978 in an old camper on our way to Phoenix.

Gary Metcalfe




Reply from Dick Johnson68): Dunseith, ND.


Gary and Friends,

And so the plot thickens! I contacted my aunt, Shirley Olson Warcup,
and she looked up the year George and Lela were married—1936 for sure.
This means that 1961 was their 25th and 1976 was their 40th
anniversaries. The picture must have been in the camera for a couple
months because it was developed in 1977. I’m sure this is of no interest
to most of you, but Geri and Vickie had some question about it. It
seemed to me the anniversary at Rendahl was in ’61 so I asked my aunt
for the right information. Now everything lines up.

Bonnie Awalt Houle–I sure do remember the 4 and 5 buckle overshoes. I
always new when the kids from the hills got to school in the
morning—-ka ching ka ching down the hall. The amazing thing to me was
that shoes and overshoes were all we wore in the winter. My feet got
numb after a half hour and stayed that way all day! If we would have had
pack boots and Thinsulate liners then, most of us wouldn’t have
arthritis now. Let me try a guess—I seem to remember Gary Stokes
always wore zipper overshoes to school. Am I right Gary? Thanks!





From Ken Striker: Dayton OH




I have noticed recent issues of Dunseith Alumni that the pictures do not come up.

Ken, If some of the pictures come up, my guess is that it could possibly be a server problem. Sometimes if you do a reply or forward to the message, the pictures will appear. I have not had a problem with the copies of these messages that I send to myself. If all else fails and you are still having problems, I post all these messages and pictures on the Dunseith Alumni WEB site http://garystokes.net/default.aspx
Folks, please let me know if any of the rest of you are having these same problems. Gary



‘Amber Alert’ reply from Neola Kofoid Garbe: Minot & Bottineau, ND.


Hi Gary/Sheryl/Sybil,


I see Sybil sent info about the missing Minot girl, Reachelle Smith. What Sybil wrote is right; the “person of interest” killed himself. Since then, as far as the public knows, there have been no “breaks”/leads in the case. I have not seen updated pictures of Reachelle; I don’t know where one could be located. It’s as if Reachelle/the case are off the radar, so to speak. Except for receiving the amber alert email occasionally, I have heard nothing about Reachelle.


Sad/bewildering case. She’s a cutie. :)






Devin Millang the New Marrine

From Ele Dietrich Slyter (69): Dunseith, ND.


Here is a couple pics of our grandson Devin Millang…we are so proud of him and yes tears were flowing at the graduation ceremony. The second pic is Cam, Sherri, Tanner, Alyssa and Devin. The third pic is two generations of Marines, grandpa Richard Slyter and Devin.

Thank you Vickie for your comments about Devin going to school for lunch with Alyssa.


Ele’s reply to Gary’s question:

Yes, you have the relationships correct.
Graduation was held at Marine Corp Receiving Depot at San Diego, CA. We flew out of Fargo on the 7th of Oct, had family day with Devin on the 8th and he graduated on the 9th. We had an awesome time in CA. and were able to bring Devin home with us for a 10 day leave. He returns to Camp Pendleton on the 20th for his infantry training for about 3 weeks, then off to MOS training. We are not positive just where yet.
I have included his graduation photo with this email in case you want to add it to the others I sent this morning.
Thank you for sharing our pride in this wonderful, brave young man.

Devin Millang



Devin Millang



L to R: Sherri Slyter Millang, Cam Millang,


Alyssa Millang, Tanner Millang & Devin Milliang




Richard Slyter with his Grandson Devin Millang




Folk, This is the way I remember Richard Slyter in the picture below. I knew Richard and his brothers well in my childhood days. I have not seen any of them in nearly 45 years. We all change, but one always has a mental picture of folks from the way you saw them last. Richard, I must say that the ladies would probably say you are still the handsome looking guy your were back in the days. Gary





Richard Slyter



Request from Marshall Awalt (51): Newport, NC



Gary, Please add Harlyn Oppeboen to the daily blog as he went to Dunseith school through the sixth grade before moving he now lives in Colorado.His e-mail
is hco@aol.com. He sent these pictures of the hail damage in Dunseith and pictures of the San Haven.
Thanks Marshall 51
Harlyn, I am assuming your were in the same class as Marshall, class of 51. For now I will include you with his class. Please let me know if this is incorrect. Gary

Bill Wrights – Hail damage



Oppeboen Home – Hail damage








Folks, Today is our bowling day, so I am kind of cramped for time trying to get this out before leaving here at noon. I slept in a bit this morning too. If there are any mistakes, I’ll correct them tomorrow. Gary
I am reposting this to correctly identify Evelyn. I errored big time yesterday.

Reply From Florence Hiatt Dahl (50) sister to Evelyn Hiatt Schneider Deceased.

Anchorage, AK


Did you know Wesley Schneider does not ride bicycles normaly? He rides them backwards. I wish I had taken pictures of him doing this. He was a wonderful friend to Don and I. We were so much younger then our other brothers and sisters and Wes was so kind to us….He would even take us fishing………………….

Florence, I have heard talk of Wesley Schneider and his backward bicycle riding skills too. It was some of the talk of my childhood days. Gary


Reply from Neola Kofoid Garbe: Minot & Bottineau, ND.


Hi Gary,


I forwarded the two newsletters pertaining to Wes/Ovidia Schneider, to Ruth Sletten Gust. She is also Ovidia’s daughter. She is married to Ronald Gust, Wally’s godson. Ronald/Ruth live on Wally’s parents’ “homeplace”, a mile north of Kramer (Wally’s grandfather, Herman Garbe, originally owned the farm.). Ruth and her daughter, Renee, have an antique business on the farm. Renee/husband/daughter live in Bottineau.


Ruth enjoyed the newsletters/found them very interesting.






From Vickie Metcalfe (70): Bottineau, ND.


Alysa a sixth grade student, was accompanied to lunch today by a tall, straight standing, handsome, clean cut MARINE. He came the elementary school to eat lunch with his little sister smartly dressed in his uniform. This young man, graduated from here in May of 2009 and is currently visiting his Family Roots in the hills north of Dunseith and also Bottineau School Roots.
He took time to visit with some of his former teachers, one former homeroom teacher became tearful when she saw him.

Hopefully, his proud grandma Ele will send you his photo. God Bless this MARINE, Devin Millang on his journeys. Thanks. V.





From Bonnie Awalt Houle (56): Becker, MN

Dear Gary,
I am certain there must be other people out there that remember having to wear 4 buckle overshoes. (Hateful darn things) When your fingers were cold it was harder then heck to unbuckle them, if you didn’t buckle them they made an awful racket when you walked. The racket from all those boots irritated the teachers to no end. When you came down the stairs at the end of the day with lots of us not buckling the boots we would catch it from the 1st, 2nd and 3rd, 4th, grade teachers that stood at the bottom of the steps to stop kids from jumping the last few stairs or from running down the steps. After wearing the boots without buckling them the buckles would break off, now you were in more trouble. Who else remembers these overshoes?
Bonnie Awalt Houle (56)




Reply from Sybil Johnson: Cheyenne


Gary, My cousin sent this to me, in answer to this AMBER ALERT. Evidently,
this little girl has been missing for sometime. I wish the Wingates would
have sent an updated picture and story. It doesnt take away anything, but
an updated picture and story would have helped much more.
Thought you would like to know. Sybil Johnson
From: usofrnr@cox.net
To: great_grandma2007@live.com
Subject: Re: (591) Dunseith Alumni……AMBERT ALERT
Date: Tue, 13 Oct 2009 09:05:03 -0400

She has been missing for three years and is now six if she is still alive.
The man who police thought might have abducted her committed suicide and
no sign of her was found. I fear if she is alive she won’t look at all
like her photo




From Geri Metcalfe Munro (59): Fargo, ND


Hi Gary–In response to my cousin, Vickie Metcalfe in #591:

Yes, George and Lela were with my folks at Jim and Ella’s 25th anniversary
; the picture upper right is George and Lela in 1933; I believe they were
married that year and my folks were attendants, Lower left is on Jim and
Ella’s wedding day with George and Lela as attendants on July 9, 1934, and
lower right is Jim and Ella on their wedding day. They were lifelong
friends. Lela’s maiden name was Johnson, sister of Dick’s grandma, Myrtle



L to R: Ella Metcalfe, Lela Cota, Jim Metcafle & George Cota



George and Lela Cota in 1933




Jim and Ella’s wedding day with George


and Lela as attendants




Jim and Ella Metcalfe on their wedding day





Reply/Pictures from Dick Johnson (68): Dunseith, ND.


Gary and Friends,

I have several more pictures of George and Lela Cota and will post
another one. This picture is of their family at their 40th anniversary
in 1977. George and Lela are seated with their grandson Dean. Gary and
his wife Darla and son Maynard are standing behind them. They had their
25th anniversary at Rendahl church in 1962 and my dad had just gotten
his new 8 MM movie camera, so he filmed the entire event and I still
have the film. Dad filmed many events over several years and we have a
large basket full of his reel to reel films. There is no sound, just
color movies, but they are sure fun to watch. I would like to have them
all put on DVD someday so I could make copies for others too.

Vickie–you are right, George Cota’s mother, Mae, was a Keeler and
they lived where Emil Morin later lived. I will attach a picture of Mae
Cota (holding a small girl I don’t recognize) and Gary. This would have
been in the early 40s. I do remember Mae, but never saw her husband that
I can remember. I think he may have died before I was born or shortly
after. Thanks for the info and thanks Gary!

George and Lela Cota are seated with their grandson Dean. Gary and
his wife Darla and son Maynard are standing behind them.




Mae Cota (holding a small girl I don’t recognize) and Gary




Reply From Florence Hiatt Dahl (50) sister to Florence Hiatt Schneider Deceased.
Anchorage, AK
Did you know Wesley Schneider does not ride bicycles normaly? He rides them backwards. I wish I had taken pictures of him doing this. He was a wonderful friend to Don and I. We were so much younger then our other brothers and sisters and Wes was so kind to us….He would even take us fishing………………….
From LeaRae Parrill Espe (68): Bottineau, ND.
There was a very nice service for Joey Millang. So many of us old hillbillies came out to support Lorraine and her family. The Handlelands and the Millangs were big families and Joey had many cousins. Pastor Glenn Berge had comforting words for all of us. I am so thankful that our churches can keep going so they are there when we need them. Joey worked for a farmer by Starkweather and that family attended the funeral and praised his work ethic and said he will be so hard the replace.
Terry went to Lockhart country school with the Handlelands so he has always know them. Of course, Monte Espe & his siblings are first cousins to the Millangs on his mother’s side ( Effie House Espe and Jessie House Millang were sisters) and a cousin to Terry on the Espe side so the Art Espe family are mutual cousins.
From Vickie Metcalfe (70): Bottineau, ND.

Hey Gary ,

I just came back to school, from Joe Millang’s funeral. Lots of family & friends were there. Dick, Ron and Brenda musical gift sounded excellent.

I sat next to friends of Joe’s from Devils Lake. They told me they were very fortunate to arrive in Bottineau safely. They encountered very narrow escape with a semi coming up on the icey roads from Devils Lake area this morning.


From Vickie Metcalfe:


Karen Larson is one of Ovidia’s daughters. Karen owns the Spectrum. Karen’s husband, Dr. Larson just retired from practicing medicine in Washington state and arrived back in Bottineau this weekend. Ovidia’s daughters are quite active in helping out the Ovidia and Wes. Last month, Wes and Ovidia celebrated their 30+ ..something ……. wedding anniversary! Also in September, Ovidia celebrated her 91st birthday with her family. I believe Wes’ daughter from Minnesota was here too. Wes likes to pick his apples with this daughter when she comes in the fall and shares. However in September, the apples weren’t quite ready, kind of sourly green…Oh but ah.. the last few sunny weeks (prior to the windy and cold snow) they became quite rosy red and with the last frosty freeze… quite sweet.



From Vickie Metcalfe:
Regarding Lela and George Cota, who were very good friends of Uncle Jim and Aunt Ella Metcalfe. Somewhere in the depth of my memories I seem to recall their presence at anniversary parties for Uncle Jim and Aunt Ella. Hey cousins Geri & Gary, were the Cota’s (witnesses) present the day your parents were married in 1934?
I also know George Cota grew up on the farm stead, later occupied by Emil and Genevieve Morin. George Cota’s maternal uncle was married to the paternal (Metcalfe) cousin of Uncle Jim and my Dad. The Keeler’s, lived somewhere north of the William and Rose Metcalfe farm….. east of the Cota farm.
Neighbors; George’s adopted sister, Carroll Carlson’s sister, and our Aunt Leona were noted horsewomen as teens.
George and Lela were solid, generous and true steadfast friends of many hill folk and active in church activities.
The Medlang twins were also from the hills,north of Rendahl or south of Little Prairie. They were cousins to Odin Medlang and Mrs.Kavali.

Ingolf was the long time caretaker at the Peace Garden for many years after Kenneth and Kathleen Sebilius. He’d also go over and help out the cooks in the kitchen at music camp.
Ingolf, a quiet,shy, unassuming bachelor was very active at Peace Lutheran Church. He’d be the guy cleaning,shoveling, vacuuming and putting things in proper places after church or funerals or weddings. He wasn’t afraid to pick up a dishtowel if needed. I think he might have served as treasurer. He was one of those folks who was sometimes overlooked but a sincere, true blue, solid citizen.
Thanks. I’ll hush up now. Vickie

Folks, I know many of you knew Banks Sieber. He was the Bottineau County Agent for many years. I remember when I was a kid, Banks and his wife stopped at our place for a visit when they were out for a Sunday drive. It wasn’t just one of those quick visits either. Banks was an Icon, so that was a special treat. He made good on our dad’s offer to stop in for a visit if he was ever in the area. Gary

Banks Harold Sieber 1920- 2009

Banks Harold Sieber (88) passed away on October 9, 2009 at Trinity Nursing Home in Minot, ND.

He was born on November 17, 1920 on the family farm SW of Wolford, ND to Banks J. Sieber and Helen (McNitt) Sieber. He attended Wolford Public School and graduated from NDSU with a BS in Agriculture in 1942.

Following college he entered the US Army and served in the European theater for nearly two years receiving an Honorary Discharge on November 11, 1945. On May 22, 1945 he married Evelyn L. Sanderson of Willow City in the Presbyterian Church in Texas where he was stationed. Banks and Evelyn returned to North Dakota after his discharge from the service, to live in Center, ND where he began his career as a County Extension Agent. His career continued in Sheridan County and eventually Bottineau County, where they spent the majority of their life raising four children. He retired August 30th, 1980 after thirty-five years of service.

Banks was active in many community activities and service groups throughout his entire lifetime. He was most proud of the 4-H, Tractor Safety School and Homemakers programs where he was able to shape many young peoples’ lives. He continued to work after retirement with the Bottineau County Weed Board, ND-Manitoba Zero Till Association, the Bottineau Chamber of Commerce and as an independent farm management consultant. In 2007 he was inducted into the ND Agriculture Hall of Fame where he was recognized for his dedicated career with such outstanding accomplishments as organizing the rural water and telephone services. Banks and Evelyn moved to Minot in 1997 where Banks stayed active with the County Weed Board and Golden Kiwanis.

Banks will be remembered not only for his contributions to agriculture but for his friendship and humor which resulted in many lifelong friendships. He and Evelyn enjoyed traveling throughout the United States and were fortunate enough to have visited a number of foreign countries. One of his favorite quotes that depicts his character came from Theodore Roosevelt, “What a man does for himself dies with him. What a man does for his community lives forever”. He enjoyed traveling, reading, watching sports, visiting and keeping up with friends and family from across the country.

Survivors include his wife Evelyn of 65 years, sons Dennis (Jan) Sieber of Bismarck, Byron Sieber of Fargo/Grand Forks, and daughter Elaine (Bob) Anderson of Cedar Hills, Texas, grandchildren Tracy (Jack) Garza, Scott Sieber, Elizabeth Anderson, Erika Anderson, Matthew Anderson, and Benjamin Sieber, Great grandson Ryland Garza, Sister Maxine Strand of Rugby, and sister-in-law Helen Sieber of Pennsylvania and many nieces and nephews.

Banks was preceded in death by his parents, daughter Loretta Sieber, daughter-in-law Karen Sieber, brother Robert Sieber and sister Margret Braaten.

Funeral Service: Tuesday, October 13, 2009 at 2:00 p.m. at Vincent United Methodist Church, 1024 2nd St. SE, Minot, ND .

Visitation: Monday, October 12, 2009, from 5:00 to 7:00 p.m. at Thompson-Larson Funeral Home, Minot.

Internment: Wednesday, October 14, 2009 at 1:00 p.m. at the North Dakota Veteran’s Cemetery in Mandan, ND.

Those wishing to sign the online guest register or share memories of Banks, may access the online obituaries at www.thompsonlarson.com

In lieu of flowers memorials are requested by family to go to the North Dakota 4-H Foundations, NDSU Dept. 7280, P.O. Box 6050 Fargo, ND 58108-6050.

Amber Alert From Sheryl Stokes Wingate: Port Orchard, WA.
Hi Dad and Neola,

I received this today, and thought that we have a pretty good network out in North Dakota. Can you forward this to everyone you have in your email.


Sheryl Wingate


Missing Girl from North Dakota ! You never know where this email could end up and I’m not going to
stop passing this one around if it means a little girl can be found!!!

Please spread this picture far and wide…. You just never know.

Reachelle Marie Smith, Birthdate: 9/10/02. Answers to Peanut.


Sue & Barry Wilcox

(406) 961-4064


Joseph Millang’s Obituary

POSTED: October 11, 2009

BOTTINEAU Joseph Kevin Millang, 43, Starkweather, formerly of Bottineau, was dead Thursday, Oct. 8, 2009, on arrival at a Devils Lake hospital.

He was born Sept. 29, 1966, to Curtis and Lorraine Millang in Bottineau.

Survivors: mother, Bottineau; brother, Jamie, Lincoln; sister, Pennie Graham, Cadillac, Mich.

Funeral: Monday, 10 a.m., First Lutheran Church, Bottineau.

Burial: Little Prairie Cemetery, near Dunseith.

Visitation: Today, 1 to 9 p.m., Nero Funeral Home, Bottineau.

Reply from Gary Morgan (54): GARRISON, ND
Gary & All,
In answer to Larry Liere, Mr. Haines was an Immigration Inspector. Actually, Kim was his son. His daughter’s name was Nan. He transferred out of Dunseith in either 1946 or 47 and was replaced by Les Greener. Thus began a string of great independent basketball teams that Dunseith enjoyed in the late 40s.
Greener later transferred to Seattle, WA and was replaced by Findel Helgeson. In the middle 50s Helgeson transferred to Baudette, MN and was replaced by Kenny Shirk.

Gary Morgan

Question from Ivy Eller Robert (74): Everett, WA.
I’ve been reading these blogs asking if anyone remembers “so & so”! Well I have one, Does anyone in the class of 74 or any other classes remember a guy named Hal Dupet (I’m not sure of the last name spelling). If I remember correctly, I think his folks or at lease his Mom owned or ran Kalven Klinic Store many years ago! I remember him being in the first grade with us, but not sure any other years. Does anyone know what became of him and his Mother?
Also, there was another guy that was in our class for a few years in grade school. His name was Wendell, but I don’t remember his last name. I remember he had moved to Dunseith from Fairbanks, Alaska. For me, it was fascinating to listen to him talk about living up there! How ironic that I lived in Alaska for almost a year, but I was in Anchorage. That was August of 85 to June of 86. While I was there in Anchorage, I ran into Sam Tooke. Well, he came into the store I was working at and I waited on him. Sam graduated the same year as I did. Sometimes it seems like we live in a very small world.
I’ve wondered for years, what happened to Hal & Wendall? Does anyone know?
Ivy Eller Robert (74)
From Vickie Metcalfe (70): Bottineau, ND.
Gary and folks,
After a little deep cleaning, and crawling down under the house to winterize the vent, a pleasant October Sunday afternoon came to Bottineau. All is calm.
The best part of my afternoon was walking the “furbabies”. Lochbuie and Molly love the Schneiders, “dear hearts” who live across the street. Wes was spied by the two stubborn Westies and they determinedly pulled me up driveway.
Wes and Ovidia keep treats on hand and my dogs know it. They also love getting gentle strokes from Wes. After treating the dogs, Wes and Ovidia treated me to garden delights. Actually, Wes carried over and set two boxes in front of my door. Yum. Red potatoes and red onions straight from fall harvesting of the Schneider garden. I thought I was pretty lucky. Whoa! I hit another Jack pot! I was invited over to pick some apples from Wes’ prize “Sweet Sixteen Tree”. What an afternoon.
I’d purchased an apple peeler/ corer at a rummage sale this summer and was “fixin” to try it out. Isn’t fall the best time for apple crisp? But then, since the juneberry pies turned out in August maybe I’ll try Apple Pie!…………..
Folks,Wes is an original from Dunseith. He often regales me with tales of his youth in Dunseith. He told me once, he graduated from 8th grade but was unable to attend high school as he was needed on the farm. He retired from Bottineau Pride Dairy when he was well into his 80’s. He enjoyed making ice cream there. He and Ovidia are wonderful kind, steady neighbors! And two dogs best neighborhood friends!
Later, Vickie
Vickie, How well I remember Wesley Schneider working at the Creamery from the days that dad hauled cream from the hills. Wesley was married to Evelyn Hiatt (43) until her death in 1963. Evelyn was a sister to Charlotte Lang, Eleanor Fauske, Florence Dahl and Howard Hiatt. Wesley’s step daughter, Ovidaia’s daughter, is the owner of the Spectrum store on Main street there in Bottineau. At the moment I have forgotten her name. Several years after dad’s death when I was in the Spectrum store she said to me “You must be Bob Stokes’ son”. I’m not sure how she figured that out, but she did. I was alone. She then introduced herself as Wesley’s step daughter. She was so friendly and nice. I utilized her professional services having her scan several documents for me and sending them to me via an email attachment. Gary
Message/Picture from Dick Johnson (68): Dunseith, ND.
Gary and Friends,

I found a picture of some of our well known folks (at least to many),
from days gone by. It looks to me that the writing on the back says
1937. Those in the picture appear to be dressed up for a wedding or
something. They are George and Lela Johnson Cota and, I think, Inga and
Ingolf Medlang, who are twins. It is definitely Ingolf but I’m not sure
about the other gal. Inga was always Lela’s best friend even into the
later years. I was wondering if it could have been Lela and George’s
wedding? I don’t know if I ever heard the year but it should be about
right. They are the parents of Gary Cota who graduated from DHS in
1956. Gary is a first cousin to my mom, as their mothers are sisters.
They all grew up in the Willow Lake area. Thanks Gary!


L to R:– Inga & Ingolf Medlang–Lela & George Cota.
Don’t know the guy in the car.
I thought I’d throw in several pictures today to show you our latest project here in the Philippines. These pictures were taken from our upstairs bedroom window. As of yesterday they finished installing the Baluster Railing in the foreground. What I thought to be a 3 day project turned out to be a 2 week project. Thank god for inexpensive labor. These guys did a nice job though. The total labor cost for 3 guys working 11 days was $190. I paid them premium wages too. With Marble Balusters and ceramic tile, this railing is pretty much maintenance fee. That is my work shop in the foreground and our office partially seen on the right. These two buildings are both the same size, 16′ X 24′. For those of you that are Catholic, the monument on the end of the work shop is of Bernadette’s saints, Bernadette and Lourdes. Gary


This picture, taken in 2005, is of the same area as the picture above before developing. We purchased this lot adjacent to our house after our house was built. We had not planned to live in this area when we initially started building our house. It was to be a temporary house. Our plans were to live in a development. In the process of building our house, Bernadette expressed a desire to make this our permanent home next door to her sister and I agreed. This lot adjacent to our house is 70′ X 210′. We have the entire lot enclosed with a combination of buildings and an 8′ high cement fence. This is a very secure area. We have never had any theft problems at all. Our front gate remains unlocked at all times. There were seven homes/houses including the two in this picture that we had to ask to relocate. That was a painful process, but we got them out of here. There’s no doubt that we are different and a contrast to the neighborhood, but they love having us here as much as we like being here. The Filipino’s are super friendly folks.




This picture is looking the other direction from those above. The building in the back is a three unit apartment. Our helpers live in the first unit. Bernadette’s niece lives in the unit partially hidden to the left. Directly under her unit, we have a gust Apartment. The building to the left is our outside Kitchen and Laundry room. Those are only screen windows in this building, no glass. To the left down the hill on the bottom the lot we have a 4 unit apartment that several of Bernadette’s nieces and nephews live in. Our place is located about 300 feet from the road. We have a garage up on the main road where we park our car.



From Erling Landsverk (44): Portage, WI
Hi Gary and Everyone:
I will try to do a quick resume of how things are progressing.Mrs Janice Myhre, (Harry Larsons daughter) called me this week and we had a very informative chat, and it only made me more certain about the great character of this man; She told me that he loved teaching and taught after they left the Dunseith area, but in the late forties or the early fifties, he gave up teaching in order to earn an income that would not only support his growing family but also to pay for his daughter and sons education. You see he wanted them to have the opportunity he had and they both,(Janice and George) became teachers . Both are retired now. Harry Larson never gave up his love for teaching and helping others. he loved his grandchildren and helped them along the way. In his new job after they moved to Montana, he went to work for the Farmers Union and became a liason between the customers and the executive offices in st. Paul. It also gave him an opportunity to hold seminars to teach farmers about new products and how to use them. This of course fit in with his background. He continued in his job with the Farmers Union untill his retirement, then he retired in Washington state out near the Yakima Valley. He passed away in 1986 at the age of 75. He is sorely missed by his family and friends as well as myself. I did promise Mrs. Myhre a copy about my experience with him when I complete it. I will be talking to her soon again. Thank you all again for all the help
Erling Landsverk
Erling, Next time you talk with Janice can you ask her if she is related to the Myhre’s in Rolette? In my childhood days I knew Carl Myhre pretty well. He along with his uncles, Alex & Stanley Gilje purchased Harry Hiatt’s farm in the mid 50’s after Harry died. Harry’s place was about 2 miles north of us. They used to park their jeep in our yard and would leave their car in our yard taking the jeep with their trips to Harry’s place. I know many of you out there remember the big hunting parties every year up at Harry’s after the Gilje’s/Myhre’s purchased his place. When we were kids Carl/Alex/Stanley used to give us kids candy bars and treats with each of their visits. That was so very special to us. Things were tight in those days and treats of this nature were seldom had. They were such caring loving folks. Stanley always recognized dad’s pickup and when meeting him he would always pull over to the side of the road flagging him down just to shoot the breeze. In 1991, the year my folks celebrated their golden Anniversary, Dad and I were headed to our farm up in the hills from Bottineau in his pickup. About 3 miles north of the golf coarse we met Stanley with a relative of his that was a retired minister. Stanley pulled over to the side of the road and flagged us down. He just wanted to visit. Dad said I’ll turn around and you follow us back to town to our place for a cup of coffee and that is exactly what we did. That was the last time I saw Stanley. He was killed in an Auto accident in November of 1991. Carl Myhre is still living in Rolette. When I talked to him a year or so ago he said he is pretty much retired but still has an office in the bank and comes and goes at his choosing. Gary
Question from Larry Liere (55): Dunseith, ND.




Would the Helgeson’s or anyone remember the Haynes (sp?) family? They lived in Dunseith during the 40’s. The dad was a Border Patrol/Customs Agent and they lived by us across the street from the Catholic Church. The only first name I can remember in the family is Kim Haynes and she would be about my age 72 maybe a little older. I think they also had two boys. One older and one younger then me.


From Vickie Metcalfe (70): Bottineau, ND.

Hi Gary,

Bottineau weather was quite windy, cold,& snowy I was hoping for an Indian Summer as I acclimated myself to prepare for winter. Where are my boots and mittens?

Yesterday afternoon, I stopped by Lorraine (H) Millang’s , and found her surrounded by her loving family. Her daughter, Penny, son, Jaime, grandchildren, sisters, brother, sister- in -laws, and daughter-in -law and niece gathered around the kitchen, the visiting grand dogs were snug in the garage, and more grandchildren in the yard playfully welcoming the wind and snow. Later I phoning my cousin’s Larry and Lise’, Larry reaffirmed, “That’s what our folks do back home”.

Actually, Gary if this was March we’d all be saying, “Wow its’s a warm +31!” As ever Vickie……Where is that windshield scraper? And what ever happened to my longjohns? ……………….
From Vickie
Gary and friends,
Some area people go to the area casino to socialize.
………….I go to WalMart.
Some people avoid Wal-Mart, particularly during the first of the month.
………… My favorite time to go to Wal-Mart is the first of the month. I enjoy running into former students and area folks. It’s gotten to be a like going on a mystery trip. And, I glow when it’s serendipitous trip! If so, I smile for days.

Today was not the first of the month, but as I was exiting, Carole (the plant lady) called me back in and told me wonderful news.
In Utah, a little baby, only one week old was fortunate to be adopted just this week by Darlene and Smiley!

The Wal-Mart plant lady is Smiley’s sister. Smiley aka Corbin Bergstrom married Darlene Thiefault in March 1972. Darlene, my classmate from Dunseith is the daughter of Raymond and Frances (Delorme) Thiefault.

Smiley (Corbin) and Darlene met while we were all students at NDSU-Bottineau. A group of friends watched the budding, blossoming romance as Smiley, from western ND, and proud Vietnam vet wooed our Darlene. What a match it was and is.

Last year, it was exciting news when a seven year old little girl was very blessed. Darlene and Corbin Bergstrom became 1st time parents. Now Shya’s little brother has become part of the Bergstrom family!

Blessings upon Darlene, Corbin, Shya, and Baby Bergstrom!

Thanks Gary. (Yes, Now I’m Smilin) Vickie




From Sybil Johnson: Cheyenne, WY.


Early winter has hit Wyoming. It is now 14 above at 9:50 pm. We havent had much of a summer, so I’m not surprised. There is already about 3 inches on the ground and its suppose to last thru tomorrow nite. Keep up with the blogs; for I surely enjoy them. I cant give first hand information about Dunseith and everyone there, for it has been many years since I have been up there. But, I sure enjoy what the rest of you put forth in these daily blogs. Sybil Johnson


Folks, Several of you have notified me in the last couple of days about not getting some of these messages. Please don’t hesitate to let me know when one doesn’t go through so I can resend it. I also post all these messages on our WEB site http://garystokes.net/default.aspx I strip all the email addresses and folks personal contact info when posting these messages and there are some things that I don’t post too, so getting these messages via email is the most complete way of getting them. Gary

Joe Millang passed away:
Posted on the Dunseith Alumni WEB site by Julie Knox Seier (82)
From: Julie Seier
Phone: 701-839-XXX

Curt(deceased) and Lorraine (Handeland) Millang’s son Joseph died unexpectedly yesterday, October 8th at the age of 43. He was not married and did not have children. Never the less he will be missed by all of his family and friends. Please keep Lorraine and her family in your prayers in the difficult days ahead. His obituary should be posted in the Minot Daily News on Saturday or Sunday.(minotdailynews.com) The funeral is going to be at 10:00 am in Bottineau on Monday at First Lutheran Church.

Thanks Gary.
Julie Seier

From Vickie Metcalfe (70): Bottineau, ND.
Gary ,
With lots of assistance, I got a home computer hooked up earlier this week. I note with dismay this a.m. reading the Minot Daily Obit section of the passing of someone with lots of Dunseith connections.

JOSEPH MILLANG, 43, Dunseith, died Thursday in a Devils Lake hospital. (Nero Funeral Home, Bottineau)

My heart reaches out to Lorraine (H) Millang and the family in their sorrow.
I’m up early this a.m. It’s anti-bullying week across the nation and our school,along with the local Wal-Mart’s assistance ran a poster contest among students in grades 2-6. I got excited when so many children participated. Ah, to see the creativity burst forth! I just couldn’t judge as the posters came in, and was quite happy to turn that over to a panel of five. I want each kid to continue educational pursuits with enthusiasm! AND be cognizant of bullying.This little project kept me on my toes, as the kids kept me hopping. This a.m. I needed to get up early and continue my focus on winding down the activity. Until later. As ever, Vickie
Folks, A little history about how I got this photo of Lorraine & Linda. A friend of ours from Bremerton, WA. was visiting the Peace Garden and struck up a conversation with Lorraine & Linda. They said they knew me so she took a picture of them and sent it to me. It had been 45 years since I had seen either Lorraine or Linda. I did not recognize them in the picture. Folks do change some over the years. When I posted this picture I had lots of replies from you folks letting me know who they were. Isn’t this a beautiful picture. Gary
Peace Garden – July 2008
Lorraine Handeland Millang (61) and Linda Millang (63)
Reply from Lyle Olson (75): West Fargo, ND
Good morning Gary and all:

I enjoyed reading Trish Larson’s news of moving to Estes Park, CO. The gateway to Rocky Mountain National Park is truly a beautiful place to live. I worked there for the National Park Service for 3 summers back in 1984 – 1987. We worked 4 ten-hour shifts and had a 3-day weekend every week of the summer. Needless to say, I explored every inch of the high mountain trails and fished for trout almost daily. Trish’s notation of sizeable elk herds is right on the mark. Elk would often invade Estes Park and destroy gardens and vegetation. The native residents understood this problem but the summer visitors were often quite annoyed. A few years back my older brother, Don, and I went through Estes Park and golfed there. The golf course is often filled with Elk and you just learn to play around them, but most importantly you must learn to play around their droppings!

The National Park Service provides cabins for its summer employees. One summer, I had the privilege to live in an apartment at the Information site high atop Trail Ridge Road, about 11,500 feet in elevation. It was hard to get a charcoal grill going at the elevation but I really enjoyed the nights as you could see the stars just as clear as clear can be at that height.

I hoping Trish enjoys her new home as much as I enjoyed living there!

L. Olson (1975)

July 15, 2004 the day of Elaine Stokes’ Funeral at Ackworth Cemetery.
Gary Stokes, Leola Hiatt Lagerquist & Allen Stokes


Folks I made a huge error with my reply yesterday to Diana Honsey Fiebiger Reply. Diana’s parents are Glen and Clarice Honsey, not Leonard and June Salmonson (49) Honsey. Diana, I am so sorry for the mix up. I had you mixed up with your cousin Sharon who is Leonard and June’s Daughter.
Thank you so much Dick Johnson & Evon Lagerquist for pointing out this error and bringing it to my attention.
Folks if you see errors, please let me know so they can be corrected.
Thanks, Gary


Reply from Diana Honsey Fiebiger (71): Cooperstown SD.

Doris & Faye are my aunts. I so well know the picture on the map Gary is talking about. I have a flower bed with wagon wheel running gear and a rose bush growing around it. Whenever working around the spot I think of Doris. Of course I am just a little prejudice-yes they are beautiful woman. Doris lives in Hastings Mn. Faye lives in Palm Desert, CA. Harvey & Leonard are still living in Seattle , WA.


Reply from Dianne Robert Johnson (76): Rolla, ND.

This message is for Trish Larson,


Hi Trish, I was just in Co in July, my husband & I met his family in Granby. Fished for Trout, in the Frasier, Shadow Mt. & Blue rivers. Had a great time, I love Co. !! We try go every other year.

have a good day,

Dianne (Rober’t) Johnson (76)


Reply From Aggie Casavant (69): Fort Mill, SC

To Trish Larson:

Reading your message,brought home a flood of memories of when I lived in Denver for 4 yrs. right out of high school. WoW what beautiful country…it’s endless. It seems like no matter where I’ve lived, I’ve left a peice of my heart. It’s a great expierence, but has left me torn alot longing to be in so many places at once. As i get older I get more settled,but that picture of you on your horse with the Rockie Mountains in the background almost choked me up. Colorado was definately a great period in my life. We have a radio talk show host out here in Charlotte,by the name of John Hancock from Estes Park. He talks about Estes Park all the time. I call into his show from time to time…there seems to be the instant bond,knowing were the same age,and remember the same events in Denver during that period,cuz he was still living there when I was there. Well gotta go Trish….Thanks for sharing….Thanks for the memories…. Ms. Aggie


Reply/pictures from Dick Johnson (68): Dunseith, ND.

Gary and Friends,

I think the Jack Hosmer interview was actually in 1982. The first
line says Dunseith will be celebrating it’s 100th in a week–so it would
be ’82. When Jack spoke of hauling mail for 42 years, it brought to mind
that we have the buffalo coat and the horsehide mitts that Jack wore,
now on display at the Rolette County museum. There is a placard
explaining the coat and mitts and their use. The old vehicles weren’t
made for operator comfort so the mail carriers had to dress accordingly.
I’ll send along a picture of my grandfather, Henry Olson, and Carl
Watschke when they were rural mail carriers in the late 40s and early
50s. This gives an idea of some of the vehicles they used just after the
horses were replaced by motor vehicles.


Posted by Neola Kofoid Garbe: Bottineau & Minot, ND.

Dean Helgeson’s (65) reply when asked if Carlan is his Brother:
Gary, In one word -yes He was a good student and is currently a minister with the UCC denomination in Spring Hill , Florida.
Dean and Carlan’s dad, Findell Helgeson, was a Border Patrol/Customs agent when they attended Dunseith back in the 50’s. I believe Dean was in the 7th or 8th grade when they moved out of the area. That would have been in about 1959 or 60. Carlan would have been in the first or second grade. Gary
Posted by Neola Kofoid Garbe: neolag@min.midco.net Bottineau & Minot, ND.
Submitted Photo —
Claudette McLeod, left, and Sandra Poitra, members of the Dunseith Horizons Steering Committee, are shown Aug. 8 during the Horizons community meal at the Dunseith powwow. The Dunseith Horizons served 500 meals to powwow participants and attendees, with the meals funded by the Northwest Area Foundation.

DUNSEITH: A Dunseith group is working to reduce poverty in its community.

Dunseith is one of 15 current Horizons communities in the state of North Dakota. The program is funded by the Northwest Area Foundation, and facilitated by North Dakota State University Extension Service.

Horizons is a community leadership program aimed at reducing poverty in small, rural (less than 5,000 poplation, at least 10 percent poverty) communities faced with economic decline and demographic change.

The Dunseith community had more people living in poverty than the Turtle Mountain Reservation itself, according to the 2000 U.S. Census, said Delvin Cree who is contact/steering committee member with Dunseith Horizons.

“We live in the fourth district off the reservation but we are still part of the reservation proper because of the McCumber Agreement signed in 1904,” said Cree. “We are in a unique situation because we can use tax credits and/or tax exemption as part of our development projects because of Indian trust land located in the Dunseith area. We also have the option to work with state government off Indian trust land to make projects happen. Both would be beneficial.”

Dunseith is part of the third phase of the Horizons program which is called Horizons III, Cree said.

Other communities who are part of the Horizons III are Rolla, Leeds, Fordville, Lakota, Minnewaukan, Fessenden, Underwood, Fort Yates, McClusky, Tolna, Hannaford, Marion, Napoleon and Sheldon.

The Dunseith community got involved in Horizons when Gail Gette, Towner County extension agent in Cando who is regional Horizons coach, approached the community in September 2008 to discuss the project, Cree said. “Nineteen community members attended the informational meeting and left learning more about building leadership and reducing poverty issues in the Dunseith area.”

An application process with required poverty statistics and other pertinent information was needed to be accepted as an eligible Horizons community, Cree said. “I submitted the application and the Dunseith community was accepted.”

Since October 2008, the group has organized, conducted study circles to help people understand poverty and develop ideas to reduce it, built leadership and taken part in events in the community, among its efforts completed or to be completed.

Currently, the Dunseith group has six “core” steering committee members and overall, there are 10 people who have been part of the steering committee meetings, Cree said.

The group co-sponsored an “open house” for the Turtle Mountain Suicide Prevention Program.

During the Dunseith powwow in August, they served meals to more than 500 Dunseith powwow participants and attendees, with the meals funded by the Northwest Area Foundtion.

They developed and circulated a community-wide survey to at least 15 percent of total population. The community survey taken for the Dunseith area and U.S. Census information will be used for future funding and grant purposes, Cree said.

The group is compiling the results from the community surveys to develop a community vision statement that results in solid action on leadership and poverty according to information from compiled surveys.

Other plans include getting more Dunseith community people involved.

On Sept. 23, steering committee members Jeff Baker, Sandra Poitra and Cree took part in the Horizons Partnership Luncheon and workshop in Bismarck. The event was held to facilitate all N.D. Horizons communities’ connections with partners, services, resources and programs across the state.

Dunseith Horizons’ plans for March 2010 are to celebrate Dunseith’s completion of Horizons with other North Dakota Horizons’ communities in Bismarck, Cree said.

The Dunseith group hopes to receive the $10,000 grant from Northwest Area Foundation, St. Paul, Minnesota, to sustain community strategies for poverty reduction and leadership, Cree said.

“I was approached last week by a Dunseith school official to see if the Horizons group would be part of a planned Thanksgiving meal put on by the high school students. A proposal was sent to our tribal officials for their sponsorship and participation also,” Cree said.

“We trained some of our high school students in leadership development last year when we did the Leadership Plenty Training. It’s nice knowing they working in collaboration to make something so caring and positive for the community. What’s more important, they are taking a leadership role to do it,” he added.

For more about Dunseith Horizons visit (Dunseith.communityblogs.us/). A link to the community survey will be posted on the blog shortly.



Pasted by Neola Kofoid Garbe: Bottineau & Minot, ND.
Kulas, Juneau to receive Indian education awards

By ELOISE OGDEN Regional Editor eogden@minotdailynews.com

POSTED: October 7, 2009

Cheryl Kulas, retired executive director of the North Dakota Indian Affairs Commission, and Denise Juneau, a former New Town teacher and now Montana state superintendent of Public Instruction, will be honored with prestigious awards by the National Indian Education Association at its convention Oct. 22-25 in Milwaukee, Wis.

Kulas will receive the NIEA Lifetime Achievement Award and Juneau will receive the NIEA Educator of the Year Award. Six other individuals also will be honored.

The NIEA award winners have demonstrated exceptional achievement or performance in providing quality instruction to American Indian, Alaska Native and Native Hawaiian students.

Kulas was executive director of the N.D. Indian Affairs Commission for eight years until retiring this year. Her past experiences include serving as director of Indian education in N.D.; and consultant to the U.S. Office of Indian Education, Improving American Schools Act. She has served with a number of North Dakota organizations and boards. She is a member an enrolled member of the Oglala Lakota Tribe, Pine Ridge, S.D., and a descendant/member of the Turtle Mountain Band of Chippewa in N.D. Gov. John Hoeven, in announcing the new commission executive director, Scott Davis, in April, said of Kulas, “Her work in education and state-tribal relations has made a real difference in the lives of countless Native peoples, and especially young tribal members.”

Juneau, an enrolled member of the Three Affiliated Tribes on the Fort Berthold Reservation, grew up in Browning, Mont., on the Blackfeet Reservation. She was elected Montana’s state school superintendent in 2008 and is the first American Indian woman to win a statewide executive office in Montana. She began her teaching career in New Town where she taught eighth- and ninth-grade English and coached speech and debate. Before being elected to her present post, she was director of Indian education for the Montana Department of Public Instruction. She has a bachelor’s degree in English from Montana State University in Bozeman, a master’s degree in education from Harvard University in Cambridge, Mass., and a law degree from the University of Montana Law School in Missoula.

NIEA is the largest and oldest Indian education organization in the United States


From Marge Landsverk Fish (57): mgoldfish@att.net Horicon, WI

HI Gary and all.
I thought this e-mail was so good I had to pass it on.
It fits the whole Dunseith past.
I hope you print it.
Marge Fish

I wish the old paths were before us instead of behind us.




I liked the old paths, when
Moms were at home.
Dads were at work.
Brothers went into the army.
And sisters got married BEFORE having children!

Crime did not pay;
Hard work did;
And people knew the difference.

Moms could cook;
Dads would work;
Children would behave.

Husbands were loving;
Wives were supportive;
And children were polite.

Women wore the jewelry;
And Men wore the pants.

Women looked like ladies;
Men looked like gentlemen;
And children looked decent.

People loved the truth,
And hated a lie.

They came to church to get IN,
Not to get OUT!

Hymns sounded Godly;
Sermons sounded helpful;
Rejoicing sounded normal;
And crying sounded sincere.

Cursing was wicked;
Drugs were for illness;
And divorce was unthinkable.

The flag was honored;
America was beautiful;
And God was welcome!

We read the Bible in public;
Prayed in school;
And preached from house to house.

To be called an American was worth dying for;
To be called an American was worth living for;
To be called a traitor was a shame!

I still like the old paths the best!

‘The Old Paths’ was written by a retired minister who lives In Tennessee



Reply from Aggie Casavant (69): Fort Mill, SC
Hey Dick,
I really like that idea even better…just keeping it small and simple,and fun! If we already have that “Hwy 43 Bunch” locked down for entertainment,were half way there already in completing the plans…In all fairness to you,and Brenda,and Ron,with you offering to do the entertainment,it would be with the understanding that you play as much,or as little as you guys want to…Wow that would be Great! I know it’s a ways off, but anyone who thinks you might be interested in doing this please contact me,by e-mail or phone. Does anyone out there have any idea about a location we could do this? I already got one e-mail with someone expressing interest in doing this,so as we get closer to May,I’ll maybe hear from more people. So far there’s 4 of us…Good Start! If anyones wondering about why May? I guess for me that’s the only time I’ll be home,cuz I’ll be coming home for like 10 days for my nephews graduation in Rolette. So anyway were all opened to suggestions.Thanks for the input Dick!… Ms. Aggie
Reply from Paula Fassett (71): North Branch, MN


I’d like to enter my ‘yea’ vote to Aggie’s suggestion of another, more low-key, reunion in Dunseith. I would gladly drive up for it and I’m sure there are others who don’t live in the immediate area who would attend, also. Dunseith Days is a scheduled yearly event – maybe it could be arranged to have the reunion at the same time as Dunseith Days?

Paula Fassett-Pfuhl


Reply from Verena (Pete 65) Gillis: Dunseith, ND.

> For the mini event-we have the commons area and the library at the
Dunseith High School or the gym itself. Tables and chairs can be set up
along with a PA system in the gym (which we have). We also still have
the old stage in the gym.
Let me know. Our graduation date is May 23rd, 2010.

Verena :)

Aggie, It sounds as though Verena has a good offer. Having Verena on board with you too, planning this event, is a good thing. Verena is the greatest. She will leave no stone unturned right down to the last detail. We, the class of 65 can vouch for Verena’s talents with the excellent job she did facilitating our reunion. Select a date and time and go for it. I like the keeping it simple part too. Gary


Reply from Diana Honsey Fiebiger: Seattle, WA.

Doris & Faye are my aunts. I so well know the picture on the map Gary is talking about. I have a flower bed with wagon wheel running gear and a rose bush growing around it. Whenever working around the spot I think of Doris. Of course I am just a little prejudice-yes they are beautiful woman. Doris lives in Hastings Mn. Faye lives in Palm Desert, CA. Harvey & Leonard are still living in Seattle , WA.

Folks, Diana’s parents are Leonard and June Salmonson (49) Honsey. Gary


Reply from Trish Larson (73): Estes Park, CO

Hi Gary,
I just moved to Estes Park, CO to live high on a mountain top with a view every morning from my bed of the the snow covered mountains of Rocky Mountain National Park. I was on a ride today and saw 4 or 5 huge herds of Elk grazing and bugling. It’s like a dream – certainly paradise to me. I was chastised by the park ranger for riding “off trail” though – something I just can’t get used to. I love bushwacking the best – just taking off the trail through the woods and never knowing what lies beyond the next ridge. That’s allowed in the National Forest where I usually ride – but not in the National Park apparently. Ooops. Or Uff dah as we like to say.
This Friday I head to the mountains near Salida, CO for a 6 day trip on horses hunting Elk with a good friend and excellent hunter/horse packer. We’re planning to ride through snowstorms to get to high hunting grounds, and he was all worried about me. They do have some pretty good snows here, but I’m sorry, they just don’t compare to North Dakota blizzards. I told him I was definitely not going to cancel. He’s been waiting 6 years to get a permit for that area where the “big bulls are”. I’m not going to miss the fun because of a little snowstorm – are you kidding? We’re taking 2 saddle horses and our gear on two pack horses. We hope to be hauling out a nice big bull – I’ll send photos if we have success!
Love the stories and photos everyone sends. By the way – my mom used to teach with Mildred Parrill. Does anyone remember her as their teacher? She loved her kids in 2nd grade at Dunseith 1970-73…..
Take care Gary. I’ll be back in touch in about 10 days….
And I’m really glad to hear you’ve been spared the fury of those storms.
Trish Larson 73
Reply from Neola Kofoid Garbe: Bottineau & Minot, ND.
Hi Gary,
When I read the Dunseith news, it read like there should be more to the last sentence. I checked the Courant top and bottom pieces (above/below the Dunseith news), but I can’t locate anything that seems to continue the sentence. It’s probably there, and I don’t see it.
I’m so glad you enjoyed Highway 43’s picture. I took three pictures, rather hurriedly, so I didn’t get any really good pictures. I sat in the aisle chair in the back for their performance, so I could slide my chair into the aisle and have a wonderful view of the stage. I didn’t want to “parade” to the front to take pictures during the performance, so I took the pictures when they were setting up. I wanted the picture to show the background, as I think it’s different from many backgrounds. Next year, I’ll take my time and will, hopefully, get a better picture.
It’s thanks to my mom and dad’s saving almost everything, that I find these neat clippings. Dad subscribed to the Dunseith “paper” (Pioneer) when he was in Dunseith (I can’t remember if it closed while he was in Dunseith.) and also the Turtle Mt. Star. When my brother, Jim, bought a house in Bottineau, Mom’s belongings, including newspapers, were moved to Jim’s house and later to my basement. I’m guilty of being a “pack rat”, too–much to my husband’s chagrin, so I still have the newspapers. I was so surprised/happy/excited when I saw your/Brenda’s wedding clipping–a handsome young groom and a beautiful young bride.

From Dick Johnson (68): Dunseith, ND.
Gary and Friends,

I received a package today from Margaret Seim Lawston. It contained
more interesting history from our area. In it were pictures from their
old family album, the scorebook from the Kelvin baseball team from the
’20s, many obituaries of the pioneers from this area, and Eva’s school
pictures from kids she taught through the years. I would like to post
some of this material when I have time to go through it. I did find a
newspaper clipping of an interview with Jack Hosmer which I think will
be of interest to most of our readers, as everyone knew Jack. I would
like to thank Margaret for sending me these items. I will see that they
are preserved in a way that will be best for all those in the area.
After I go through and post some of them on the blog, I will put several
at the Rolette County museum for all to see in the future. Thanks
Margaret and Gary!


Dick, I think this news paper clipping was in 1969. Gary

Reply/Picture from Sharron Gottbreht Shen (59): Everett, WA.
No doubt EJ is right, it was she holding Lori and not myself. I remember Lori as a toddler that day, propted on my shoulder so Charleton Heston could appreciate his youngest local fan! Indeed he chucked her chin and said hello sweetie. EJ swooned so who was holding Lori? Mr. Heston was one fine fellow and I think he felt right at home in the Garden State. He may have wanted fall on his knees after bouncing around on that doubtful airfield west of Hwy 3 and more than thankful for a ride with Sunderlund to Minot the next day. Does anyone remember the one engine plane canopy that would not slide? Mr. Heston finally leaned into the task opening the back seam of his jacket and got out of that there plane quick. I may be telling on Edgar, but I am certain that Heston spent the rest of the afternoon at Dale’s Motel. Dad hustled between Rm 9 and his office with some VO and ice and all present had refreshments; young George too met Heston at that time. Someone must have done some emergency repair work on the jacket Rita Anderson mentioned and the store would have been just the place to don it before his run to the hills.

The dedication of the Ten Commandment Monolith was the first major event I attended at the gardens. A photo appeared in TIME or LOOK or some such magazine the next week and Ray Lake was certain that he saw Jean Lake and myself in the crowd??? According to the history timeline, the monument was a gift of the Fraternal Order of Eagles of SD, ND and MB in 1956. Lori was born in Nov of that year so the dedication was probably July 1957. I remember the fine band performance mentioned by Larry and am glad to hear Devils Lake had the honor; Rolla’s band represented ND at the International Peace Garden dedication 14 July 1932. Since the International Music Camp was established in 1956, a selection by both Canadians and Americans might also have performed.

Vivian Bakken Osen formerly of Emerado, was a good friend and frequent visitor to our home; this great picture of young Evie, Mom and Divvy was taken by her sister Alpha Bakken in June 1960. Sharron

News paper clippings provided by Neola Kofoid Garbe: neolag@min.midco.net Bottineau & Minot, ND.
Henry Hagen (77) Son of Clarence & Mary Ann Hagen
Norman Larson is Diane (70) and Cheryl’s (71) father. His wife and the girls mother, deceased, was Verdellis Richard, sister to Leona (Bob) Richard Hosmer.


Folks, at the moment there is another storm passing through the PI. They are predicting Typhoon level. So far the only affects that we have had of this storm here in Cebu are dark cloudy sky’s with a few light sprinkles of rain with about 20 MPH winds. The brunt of most of these storms pass to the north of us and hammer Manila. Gary
Reply from Margaret Seim Lawston (54) Citrus Heights, CA
Hi Gary. I’m reading the blogs every day. About Doris Honsey, She
and I were in the first grade together at Hilltop school.My folks
lived on the Micklemyer place for one year . My Grandfather John
died and my Dad went back to the farm to farm for Grandma Ingrid. So
only one year at Hilltop. I recall Doris was burned very badly and
her Mom was gone with the car and her brothers got her to my Dad’s
and he drove her to Bottineau to the hospital. Dad said the trip was
terrible because she was in great pain. Yes she was beautiful and had
no scares on her face. We were the only first graders and Mrs Perry
was our teacher. The communication with all of you N.D. people is
truly a treasure. Thanks all. Margaret Seim Lawstoon {maybe it
wasn’t the MIcklemyer place . It s the place where Carmen Myer lives
now. I’ve been gone 49 years so I may have things mixed up!!!!!
Reply from Dick Johnson (68): Dunseith, ND
Gary and Friends,

Mel– On Thursday, Ron was having trouble with hearing in his right
ear so asked us to switch sides so he could hear me better to sing
harmony. It was a bit odd but it went fine. We played eight times during
the four days and I saw quite a few ‘repeat offenders’ from the earlier
shows so it must have been OK for some folks anyway. Maybe they just
came back to hear our Norwegian jokes! I really felt like I had gone
back to my roots, with the thousands of blond haired and blue eyed
Scandinavians who were there. I saw a cute bumper sticker— ‘ Just Give
Me The Lutefisk and Nobody Gets Hurt!’ I understand!!!!!

Aggie and Gary–I would think it would be fun to have a ‘low key’
gathering for DHS folks. Just getting together for visiting without the
rigors of the reunion routine would interest me more than a full blown
deal. I think that ‘Highway 43’ bunch could probably come up with a few
beer drinking songs for us. At one time I thought our class should just
meet and have a steak fry and hash over the last 40 years or so—not
much planning or expense with that. Plan on!

Neola–Where in the world did you find that clipping? Gary said you
save a lot of stuff—-holy smokes those people look young! I remember
the Sherwood guys were planning to really mess up my car while the
wedding was going on. I knew they would probably get carried away and I
had just bought the car and was worried they might do something that
couldn’t be fixed. That morning I hid my car out at Brenda’s
grandparent’s farm, in a locked garage. We had a guy pull up in front of
the church and we jumped in and got a ride out to my car. I KNEW those
guys would be bad—couldn’t take the chance! That week it had rained
for several days– and inches– and the streets were being rebuilt. The
street in front of the church was–MUD–MUD–MUD. We went down to the
elevator and borrowed a bunch of grain doors for the boxcars and made
sidewalks so people could at least get into the church. I guess I could
say things went without a hitch—but then that wouldn’t be right!
Thanks Guys!


Reply from Rita Anderson (Former Gamble store owner): Fargo, ND
Henry Sunderland was responsible for getting Heston to the Peace Garden. Heston flew from Minot to Dunseith, and Edger Anderson picked him up. Heston changed clothes at the Gamble store then he and Sunderland drove him to the Peace Garden. Upon their return, they had coffee at the cafe next door, then Edger drove him back to his plane to return to Minot. I don’t remember of any band being there. This was in 1957.

Rita Anderson

Reply from Don Lamoureux (75): Bethel, MN
Regarding Charleton Heston’s visit, I always remember being told the Crystal Cafe’s claim to fame was “Heston ate here”.

Don Lamoureux (75)

Reply From Evon Lagerquist (77): Dunseith, ND
Hi Gary,
Besides Faye and Doris, Arla had 3 sons: Glen, Harvey, and Leonard. Glen passed away a few years ago, Leonard lives in Seattle, WA., and I’m not sure if Harvey is still living or not. The last I heard(at Glen’s funeral), he was not very well. He also lived in Seattle, I think.. Hope this is helpful.
Message from Gary Metcalfe (57): Forsyth, MO
I hate to lose the old stories I heard from my dad every time one of his brothers came to the house. Art Sime was a good one, he went back a couple years further and all the defectors that came back from Seattle and talked old times.
Stories like the Swede Boys. They were guys that could grab a 180 lbs. hog by one ear and swing him up into a triple wagon box. They had the corner on putting one foot on the ceiling, at their house parties. Granted, some of those houses had low ceilings in those days. Old George Gottbrecht pulling a chamber pot across the stage with the help of a long piece of piano wire in one of his plays at City Hall. Emil Morin was another one, close that one eye and laugh until the tears came. Maybe we had a weird sense of humor, but I don’t see too many people these days reminiscing like that and I miss it.
One thing future generations might be interested in is how we took for granted six full meals a day during haying time, which was from 4th of July to freeze up. Thrashing required eight to ten men. Meal schedule was before daylight breakfast; mid morning lunch in the field; noon back at the house for dinner (as we called it); afternoon lunch in the field; dark was suppertime and I don’t know about others, but we had a quart of peaches or pears plus more before “hitting the hay” as my dad called it.
Those old team of horses would stick their noses in the water tank half way to their eyes and drink in the evening before going to the barn for oats.
We all drank from the same long handled metal dipper. Water never tasted that good since. No refrigerator or electric lights either. Remember when we had to go pick juneberries for tomorrow’s meal, Olinda Eurich?
With the blog, some little piece of information that I did not know keeps coming up and I will take a new look at why they did what they did. Yes, the blog should be enjoyable for future generations. I think everyone has at least one hero that we may not be hearing about…..but you are not done yet Stokes!!! You ROCK.
Gary Metcalfe
Gary M, you are absolutely correct, We are not done yet. Gary S.
July 12, 2007 – Garden Gate Golf coarse, Dunseith, ND.
Esther Murray Fleming (65) – Flint, MI




Karen (68), Gary (66), Arnold & Arlene Wenstad





Trish Larson Clayburgh (73) in the Colorado Rocky Mountains




This is a beautiful picture taken in the Turtle Mountains that I believe Kenny Nerpel provided.




Reply from Larry Liere (55):Devils Lake, ND.


Hi Gary


A little more history about the 10 commandments monument. I was at the event and I think the dedication of the monument was about 1956 because the Devils Lake Band which was the Governor’s Band for North Dakota was invited to play for the dedication. Bob Leonard is correct Charleton Heston was asked to come because he was the star of the Ten Commandments movie. It was a very big event with people coming from all over to see Mr Heston. Dignitaries from the state were there and Mr Heston gave a very nice talk. It may have been one of the bigger events ever held at the Peace Gardens.






Reunion suggestion from Aggie Casavant (69): Fort Mill, SC


Hi Gary,


Everyone must be getting the fall blues,with no news…or I missed my morning Dunseith “Whats Happening News” on the blog. I can’t thank Neola enough for the picture of the Hwy 43 Band,AKA, Dick Brenda&Ron…. Can never get enough pictures!


I was just thinking, It would be fun to plan a mini-“BLOG REUNION” for the people who live in the general area of Dunseith ,Rolette, Bottineau, area around the time of the High School Graduations, when people from far away,just might be in the area. Nothing fancy…just a gathering at an agreed location to hang out for the evening and visit. Like a steak house, or pot luck at someones cabin at the lake, or farm yard, or town yard…just anywhere(except “Beer Can Alley…LOL) just to hang out and visit.


If anyone would be interested in doing this give me a “holla” at 803-389-1315 or by e-mail…Maybe we could get those “Highway 43 People” play us a couple songs…


Thanks Gary….Ms.Aggie

Man Aggie, this sounds like a great idea. If I was in the area I’d love to attend something like this. Is there a City Hall or Senior Center in Dunseith that would work for something like this? This would be an Alumni event, so I’m sure you could arrange to meet at one of the schools too. I know you could easily find venders that would set in the area to sell snacks, hot dogs etc. All you need is a place for people to be able to sit down and shoot the breeze and of coarse a place for Highway 43 to be able to set up too. Now is the time to start planning this, so folks can make plans. I agree with you, keep it simple. Gary




Reply from Mel Kuhn (70): Saint John, ND.

Howdy Gary,
I have a question for Dick Johnson. Did the picture of you guys at the Hotfest get put in backwards or when you got down there amongst all the rest of dem Norveegins did you forget where you usually stand?
Mel Kuhn
From Gary Metcalfe (57): Forsyth, MO
There has been some mention about the pretty girls in Dunseith, and I agree. I just wanted to see how many remember or knew a gal by the name of Doris Honsey. Minnie Flynn remembered the ND state map with Doris on the front cover, standing by a wild rose bush, possibily at the Peace Garden, maybe 12 or 14 years old. Blonde and beautiful. I know Willard Lamb knew Doris and her sister Faye very well.
Talk about talent, they put on a performance, musical and dance at that boring old Hilltop School during recesses until they backed into the poison ivy. Faye and Doris rode Dusty and Bernice Jasper’s horse was Fanny. Bernice had two miles home, Faye and Doris had three miles. My brother and I rode old Dewey double and kept up pretty well that first mile north. We had three and half miles and old Dewey was not a fast horse. Anyway, Doris, Faye and Bernice had fast horses and rode like the wind. bareback as we did.
She lost her dad, Sam Honsey, at maybe two years old in the thirties out on his trap line. Her mom and older brothers did a great job on those two girls and Dunseith lost them to Rolla partly because of the roads at that time. Gary Metcalfe
Gary M, Sam Honsey’s family history is listed in the Dunseith book on page 213, however the Honsey name is one of many that got omitted in the index. Sam’s wife was Arla Lagerquist, a sister to Johnnie Lagerquist and Edna Woodford. Arla remarried Alfred Abrahamson. Doris is listed as living in Hastings NB and Faye in St. Paul, MN.
Evon Lagerquist, Karen Woodford, Gary Woodford or anyone else; do any of you know anything at all about Doris, Faye or any of the rest of the Sam Honsey siblings? Gary S.

HEY AGGIE, you did it again splendid real life experience. You could have used big john wayne along to crack a couple skulls. WE LIVE IN AN AREA in missouri when they use the n word i just say id rather be black on the outside than on the inside. Then its time to move along. Gary Metcalfe


June 5, 1971 – Dick and Brenda exchange Vows:

Posted by Neol Kofoid Garbe: Minot & Bottineau, ND.





Cropped picture:


Twins, Greg & Gwen Grimme



Cropped picture:


Greg, Gwen & Conley Grimme









Reply from Bob Leonard (51): Dunseith, ND.

A little history about the 10 commandment monument. I am not sure who decided to place this monument where it is, must have been the Peace Garden Board of Directors.
The impressive thing about this was the fact they had Charleton Heston dedicate the monument when it was completed. Am sure he was invited because of his actor role in the movie, The Ten Commandements. He flew into Minot, was picked up by Henry Sunderland, my father in law, was driven to the Peace Garden for the event.
It was a big day for everyone involved. Henry was a director and promotor of the Peace Garden for many years, starting with the dedication in 1932.
Picture provided by Neola Kofoid Garbe: Minot & Bottineau, ND.
Saturday October 3, 2009 – Highway 43 at the Hostfest in Minot
L to R: Ron Hett, Dick Johnson and Brenda Johnson.
Request from Neola Kofoid Garbe: Minot & Bottineau, ND.
Hi Gary,
Wally/I visited with Myron/Rhonda Eman Langehaug at the Hostfest last night; their seats were next to ours for the Ray Steven’s show. I had also visited with them at Highway 43’s performance. I was telling them about your newsletter (I knew Myron would be familiar with many of the names.) and asked if he would like to receive your newsletter–he would. Here is his email address:
Myron delivers mail in the Turtle Mts. From our visit, it appears he probably has Ole Dyrstad’s (married to Clara Kofoid) old route. I do mean OLD! I remember staying at Gramp’s in the forties and going to the mailbox to go the mail. Ole was the mail carrier at that time. He didn’t like all the curves in the road and would honk his horn so other vehicles would hear him coming. More good memories. :)
P.S. Myron’s wife, Rhonda, was my student when she was in the third and fourth grade in Kramer (combination room). More good memories. :)
Myron, It is my pleasure to add you to our distribution. You have many Dunseith ties with Eve (Rodney) Kalk being your sister and your mother being a daughter of Frank Atherton who used to live on the Willow Lake road south of the Willow Lake school as I recall. Gary
Posted by Neola Kofoid Garbe: Minot & Bottineau, ND.
Folks, I believe Carmelita Lamb is Dean Lamb’s (70 deceased) wife. She would also be a sister-in-law to Martha Lamb Schepp (68). Gary
Martin Rude Family:
Folks, this is a picture that Wally Garbe, Neola’s husband sent to me. Martin Rude is the guy that was the collector of all the old machinery that we mentioned with yesterdays message. Leroy is married to Roberta Lemike (69) lrrude@srt.com . Martin Rude was also an uncle to Virgil Rude who lives in Minot. He is also an uncle to LaVerne Rude who is married to Carrole Fuaske (66). As I mentioned in yesterday’s message, all 40 of Martin’s old Threshing Machines are lined up and displayed, with some other old machinery, along the road near Kenny’s place east of Long Lake up in the hills. I listed the general directions in yesterday’s message.
Speaking of collecting old machinery, Virgil Rude has a collection of old tractors too. Virgil and I could never get coordinated for him to show me his collection when we were back there in 2007. Gary


Folks, I got mixed up with my numbering of these daily messages yesterday. Yesterday’s should have been 574, not 581. I am just continuing from 581 now though. Gary
Reply from Florence Hiatt Dahl (50): Anchorage, AK
Reading Erling Landsverk’s memory of working with black people brought back the memory of beling sent to Cook County Hospital in Chicago as student nurses from Trinity Hospital back in the early fifty.s. A black nurses aide took us North Dakotans as her personal friends. She was wonderful—we absolutely loved her. She took us to zoo.s, parks, museums and old churches and down ”town”. Places we would never have found on our own. Just a couple weeks before we finished the Psych,Neuro and Contage part of our training, we were called in for a lecture………………and informed that ”this” relationship had to stop or she would be fired. Erling you are right.
Reply from Cheryl Larson Dakin (71): BEDFORD, TX
HI Gary and all
Erling Landsverk is so right about meeting people blindfolded and getting to know them before we form opinions. Because we grew up in the service and moved so often, we met people from so many cultures and so many walks of life. We didn’t have time to consider color when choosing our friends. We just wanted to be able to play and get together because before long we would be moving again. We were all in the same boat. If there was any prejudice, we weren’t influenced by it. When Dad retired and we moved to Bottineau my senior year, I had a teacher who taught a family and living class. She pointed out that as I was new to the class and had lived such a diverse life, and had gone to school with black kids, maybe I could tell the class what they were like. I understand now what may have prompted the question but could no more answer to it today than I could then.
Cheryl Dakin
News paper clippings posted by Neola Kofoid Garbe: Minot & Bottineau, ND
Folks, Martin is now deceased, but his threshing machines are still on display. His son Kenny has them display across the road from his house. Kenny lives a short distance east of where his folks lived. I don’t remember the exact directions how to get to Kenny’s place, but I know how to get to Martin’s former place. Using Salem church on Highway 43 as a starting point. Go west on 43 about a half mile to the first intersection. Take a left and go south about a mile or so until the road comes to an end. Take another left and go east about a mile or maybe less. Take the first road to the right going south. Martin Rude’s home place is down that road less than a mile on the right. Kenny lives to the east of there a short distance the way the crow flies. I’m not that familiar with the side roads in that area. Dad took me there several times to see these threshing machines, but I have forgotten the exact layout of the roads. It’s a very impressive sight seeing all these machines lined up along the road. Gary











Reply from Erling Landsverk (44): Portage, WI
Hi Gary and Everyone:
After reading your last message today, I couldn’t get Aggie Cassavants letter out of my mind, where she described the reception she and her colleagues received in Dunlap, Tennessee. I grew up in the turtle Mountains, and of course we were not exposed to other races very much, but I know both Mother and Dad were color blind when it came to race or religion. I am very grateful to them for their tolerance for everyone, and I am sure it made an impression on me that has made it much easier for me to make friends, and communicate with people of every race or creed. A case in point; the V A sent me to Hines, Ill. to the V A Hospital for the blind to receive training to help me deal with the disability. I met many African American veterans, and during my stay i got to know them well and became friends, and some of them still had the old slave dialect that we come to recognize them. . Some were very articulate, but I wouldn’t be able to tell whether they were black or caucasion. My wife and oldest son came to visit me one day and I had extolled to them about how much i enjoyed working with a particular instructor, who also happened to be my coordinator. He knew they were coming and I asked him to stop by my room so I could introduce him to them. Sure enough, he came to my room and i introduced him and we enjoyed a short but informative conversation. After he left, my wife turned to me and said, you never told me he was black. I told her truthfully that i didn;t know, but that the thought had not entered my mind. I think if more people who have racist notions would simply put on a blindfold before they meet someone of a different race, that they may put aside foolish notions about superiority and other foolish thoughts. His name was Emery, and He was an outstanding instructor. I went back for some additional training 2 years later. When he met me in the hall he called me by name , came over, shook my hand and renewed our relationship with some cheery remarks. I feel truly sorry that Aggie had to witness the type of ignorant racism that must have terrified the little girls with her. It is my hope that people like that will eventually discover the error of their way, but unfortunately this type of mentality will more than likely crop up again. There is good and bad in every race or religion, and it is our duty to separate the good from the bad, and teach our children the right way. Sorry for the long sermon, It is one of my pet peeves.
Erling Landsverk
Message that Neola Kofoid Garbe sent out to her folks
neola@min.midco.net Minot & Bottineau, ND.
Hi Bottineau Bunch/Brudwick’s,
Many of you know Virgil Rude, son of Alfred/Viola Bjornseth Rude. Virgil suffered a stroke on September 18. The enclosed email came from his wife, Gerry.
Sorry I haven’t got back to you sooner. Virgil has no problem with you
sharing information about him. His right side is weaker than the left,
and his speech
was affected some. He can walk, but we stay close by so he doesn’t
fall. He can also talk and we have no problem understanding him, but
certain sounds have to be worked on. His stroke was on the 18th. He
noticed he couldn’t make certain sounds and asked me to take him to the
emergency room. He has therapy 2-3 hours every other day and is
already making progress.
Neola, Many of our folks know Virgil Rude, so I am posting this. His parents were Alfred and Viola (Bjornseth) Rude. I talked to Virgil recently too. Virgil was in the National Guard with Larry Liere (55) and C Emerson Murry (42). I called Virgil when Larry posted the picture of him and Emerson. That had to have been just a few days prior to when Virgil had his stroke.
Virgil, I have am including you with this message today. I am so sorry to hear of all this that has happened to you. On the bright side, you are getting better.
Folks, Virgil lives in Minot and is a retired school teacher/administrator from the Minot schools. When I talked to Virgil he told me he worked directly for C Emerson Murry for a number of years. C Emerson Murry was a Two Star General in the guard. Virgil was a bird Colonel. Gary
Virgil’s email
Reply from Louise Pigeon Horsman (43): Bothell, WA
I was reading the message from Bill Hosmer about the Tennancour girls. I will be seeing Eileen within the next month. Harold passed away and she is living in a retirement home in Bothell. Louise Pigeon Horsman
Louise, I believe Eileen Tennacour was married to Harold Korbel. Harold’s brother, Albert, was married to Mildred Bjornseth. They lived in Edmonds and I think Harold & Eileen may have lived there too. Dad knew Mildred well and also the Kobel’s. With his visits to see us he’d always call Mildred and we’d stop by their house in Edmonds on our way up to Everett from Bremerton. We’d take the Kingston / Edmonds ferry. Dad’s brothers, Nels and Pete Petterson lived in Everett. Gary
Lorette Berube Leonard & Bernadette Stokes



Leo (Phyllis McKay’s special friend) with Marvin & Marie Iverson Staub (60)



This is a birthday party that we celebrated at Shakey’s in the mall for Bernadette’s Great Niece in yellow on the right. With exception of our two helpers and the little boy in front on the end, these are a few of Bernadette’s relatives. Bernadette’s sister, Berlinda, is on the right in blue. As you can tell, I’m the minority in this group. I don’t speak their language, but they can speak mine, so that’s OK.





The lady of the house, Benadette, with her helpers below.




Sisters – Our helpers Gaga and Tata. Tata’s husband, Aldren, works for us too.

He takes care of the outside.



Reply from Gary Fulsebakke (71): Devils Lake, ND
To Sharon Zorn Gerdes
The 10 Commandment monument that Arnold and Lorna are standing next to
is in front of the Lodge on the American side of the Peace Garden.
One of the most impressive displays of the Commandments that I have
seen is on a large billboard as you enter the town of Alexander in
western ND. Gary Fulsebakke

Reply from Bill Hosmer (48): Tucson, AZ & Lake Metigoshe, ND
Gary and Friends, Erling, in his interesting “Thank You” mailing mentioned the Tennancour girls on the west side of Dunseith School. They are on page 125 of the Dunseith Centennial Book. I remember Lila and Eileen, and had the typical school boy crush on them as well as several other beauties our town was famous for. Eileen married a guy named Harold Korbel. When Harold was in the Air Corps during WW ll he came to our house to visit with my parents, Jack and Inez. Eileen and he were, I believe just married or about to be. She was there with him. Harold used to work for Steve and Jennie Cook at Kelvin, and was a very handsome man. Later while I was in the Air Force in the fifties, he came to the same base I was stationed and we had a cup of coffee before he had to take off again. Lila used to pal with another young woman, whose family was mentioned in Erling’s mail. John Myhre’s daughter, Muggs (a nick name). Another beauty from the old
days, class of ’42 was Beaulah (Polly) Peloquin, daughter of Joe and Ada and sister of Doreen. Then, of course as time marched on, other women closer to my age started to get my attention. The Sunderland girls, Patty McCatee, Bernice Olson, and almost everyone you could see at the drug store and at the dances in the old city hall. Sometimes there is an explosive reaction to a contribution like Erlling’s resulting in a shower of memories coming out of the shadows. Thanks to you, Gary and you other historical characters of value. Bill Hosmer


Reply from Vickie Metcalfe (70): Bottineau, ND.


Gary, Erling Landsverk and friends, (Family Stories from our Dad)

When our father, Clifford Metcalfe reminisced about school days, he’d speak highly of the two teachers who were positive influences in his life. He referred to them as; Miss Olson (Potratz) and Mr. Larson. Even as an adult he held utmost respect and fondness for Miss Laura Olson (Mrs. Potratz) and Mr. Harry Larson.

“There was a school function to be held. Our dad, was asked if his mom, was coming?(Rose Metcalfe, at that time, was a HUGE robust woman later was diagnosed with diabetes) He said, “Yes.” His class mate Agnes said, “Can she get through the door?” Our father said, “I grabbed her by the hair and the next thing I knew Harry Larson had me by the hair pulling me off….. His mother, asked dad why he was in a fight & he wouldn’t tell her.”


Vickie L. Metcalfe




Reply/Story from Aggie Cassavant (69): Fort Mill, SC


To Dick&Brenda, Oh Wow, what I wouldn’t have given to go see you guys play at Hostfest. I still have your C.D. in my player in my van.Listen to it still to and from work.Gotta love the Pauncho & Lefty song,and Rebel Soldier,my two favorite. I love the history of the South,and beleive me when I say South Carolina is full of history…there are some pockets here and there,that I swear don’t realize the Civil War is over…that can really get crazy sometimes.


In 1990 I was traveling by mule and covered wagon,with a wilderness program for troubled teens by the name of “Vision Quest, based out of Franklin Pennsylvania.The kids on the wagon train were inner city kids from New York, Philadelphia’and Pittsburg.We had 13 wagons pulled by mules. We started out in Franklin PA,and our destination was Kissimee Florida. We would go 20 miles a day,set up camp.(Which was real tepees that held 16 kids each) We had like 92 kids on our train both boys and girls,with 98% of the kids being African American. Everything went smooth til we got to Dunlap Tennessee. We had a point scout who would ride way ahead of the wagon train,and ask farmers if we could set up camp overnite on their property,and be gone by sun up. It was so funny,cuz I have no idea what the point scout was telling the farmers,but I think they thought it was a bunch of boy scouts,with pup tents. When we would come rolling through there yard with 13 covered wagons pulled by mules,with the point scout,and rear scout,and a Wagon Master looking like “Bat Masterson” and started setting up our 7 life sized teepees,with ninety-something wilding out inner-city kids…you should of seen the look on some of these farmers faces…sheer terror you could tell,cuz they were chasing there kids into the house,just scootin them along.


Well everyone along the way welcomed us for the most part,the news media would chase us down in some parts…But…….Now we get to Dunlap Tennessee……Oh Wow. Well to set the stage of what I’m fixin to tell you…I was told that Dunlap,Tennessee is where the KKK was founded….So needless to say it explains,all the ignorance showed to us,that eventually got down right dangerous. The point scout went a couple hours ahead of us,and asked the sherriff in town if we could set up camp on the fair grounds for the weekend…The sherriff agreed. By the time we pulled into town,the towns people were waiting on the side of the road to greet us til they saw that most of the kids were African American. We proceeded thru town got down to the fair grounds and started setting up camp. I was down where we were feeding the horses,and mules,I had 5 kids with me closest to the road. Pretty soon I saw these 4 guys coming down the hill,hollering and waving. Well we were told,that when the public comes down to see us when we go thru these towns,that no matter how tired we are that we were suppose to take the time,be friendly,and show them around. So I started walking towards the road with 3 of the kids(girls) waved and hollered hi. When they got closer I could see one of the 4 guys had something in his hand. As they got closer I could hear them yelling,get out of their town with these “n—er kids”blah blah blah. When they got right up to me I saw what the guy had in his hand was a 5th of Whiskey…finally I told them flat out the Civil War is over,and i didn’t have time to listen to their ignorance and asked them to leave. As i turned to walk away with my kids,the guy with the whiskey bottle, spit at me and called me a ni–er lover,and yelled,”If your not out of here by dark were gonna come back and grind all those little ni–ers up and feed them to our cattle. Well by then I had 3 girls hanging onto me digging their nails into my arms.I went and told the Wagon Master,so he went into town to talk to the sherriff. The sherriff said’,You should of known better than to bring all them n—ers into our town. Later that night,which was a Friday night at about 11pm. all the town outlaws came out in force driving up and dowm the road,honking horns ,yelling hate talk,and shooting in the air above our teepee’s. Some of the male staff said they could hear the bullets whizzing thru the air.It was my night to sleep in the tac trailer that night,but Heather,came and got me.She said the girls were scared,and they said,”Go get Miss Aggie to come and sleep in our teepee,she isn’t scared of those guys,she told them they were stupid today”. Well I went and slept in the teepee but it had nothing to do with not being scared earlier that evening,it was a case of my mouth getting ahead of my brain.The next day,about 8 of us had the day off,so we walked into town to have something to do. When we went into this little cafe to get something to eat,we all had our red Rough Rider tee shirts on. Everyone was staring at us,and whispering…no one would wait on us… The sherriff was sitting up at the counter,just like in the movies,with that brim hat on,big cigar in his mouth,round dark sunglasses,and kept turning around and looking at us.Finally he said”You can sit there til hell freezes over,but we don’t serve ni–er lovers here”and started chuckling.As we got up to leave,he yelled after us”There’s only one way out of this town and it’s thru our main street,and you better have a shovel with you to pick up your mule s–t,or will pick it up for you,and chase down your wagon train and throw it in your covered wagons on your “little n—–s.As everyone from my group kept moving,towards the door I just stood there staring at this sherriff dumbfounded,pretty soon,Brian grabbed my arm,and said,”Don’t say nothing,lets go…He kinda jerked me back to reality…As we walked back to camp,no one said a word…I think we were all lost in our own thoughts…Who would of ever thought this kind of craziness still existed…So anyway Dick and Brenda, Like the song goes…”Then the rebel soldier dies”… Those of you who have the opportunity to go listen to Dick, Brenda,& Ron perform…I know you won’t be disappointed….thank you all for everything!




Reply to picture posted yesterday

From Glen Williams (52): Missoula, MT


Good grief…Those guys have really aged…..

Barry Shelver, Gary Morgan, Clark Crum, Jerry Williams; What do you guys have to say. I think we need to see a picture of Glen. What do you think about that? I’ll bet he hasn’t changed one bit since high school? Gary



Previously posted with message 180 on 8/3/08

Message/Picture from Gary Morgan (54):
Gary & All,
Attached is a snapshot of the entire 1950 football team that my mother took after we had beaten Belcourt in our first game of the season. We had previously thumped Towner in a practice scrimmage so we were on a roll. Back row: Billy Leonard, Marshall Awalt, Clayton McKay, Bob Leonard, Jerry Blake, Don Hiatt & Stephen Renault. Front row: Gary Morgan, Eddie Leonard, Dick Morgan, Jerry Williams, Glen Williams & Don Hosmer. White jersey: Barry Shelver. We only had 12 game uniforms so Barry, being only a lowly 8th grader didn’t get one. However, in the next game, against Leeds, Stephen got his nose broken, a not uncommon occurrence in those days, and was out for the season. This was a good thing for Barry cuz now he got a game uniform. I don’t know why Bill missed the team picture. This was the first football team Dunseith fielded since before the war and we took our lumps. We played Belcourt twice so got two wins but were humiliated by Leeds 60-13 and also beaten by Rolla, Towner and Bisbee twice for a record of 2-5. We were competitive in all but the Leeds game.
The next year, we won our first two games but in the second one, against Rolette, Don Hosmer’s head met Eddie Leonard’s knee and they were both knocked out of action. Since we only had three subs to start with, including 90 lb. Barry Shelver and 75 lb. Gary Woodford, we had to cancel the rest of the season.
Janice is right. Old school friends are special.

Gary Morgan

1950 DHS football team:
Back row L to R: Billy Leonard, Marshall Awalt, Clayton McKay, Bob Leonard, Jerry Blake, Don Hiatt & Stephen Renault.
White jersey: Barry Shelver
Front row L to R: Gary Morgan, Eddie Leonard, Dick Morgan, Jerry Williams, Glen Williams & Don Hosmer