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Folks, It is currently noon on Christmas eve in the PI. The partying has begun. When we got up this morning folks were waiting for their packages. They were all so very happy with the things they got. The kids were happy with their toys and clothes and the adults likewise with their gifts. Bernadette’s brother-in-law who lives next door has the music playing and those that can afford, have purchased San Miguel beer that they are sharing with the others. The partying will continue until midnight when all the fireworks that everyone has purchased are shot off everywhere. Bernadette is preparing a big meal that she will be serving to those in our area following the fireworks. Tomorrow they will have the task of cleaning up all the debris from the fireworks. Because of the burn marks and debris generated from shooting off these fireworks, we do not allow them in our premises. Fireworks are very inexpensive here in the PI. Gary
Question from Sybil Johnson: Cheyenne, WY.
Gary, How close are you and Bernadette to that volcano? I’m curious. I just saw some pictures of it erupting and the dangers. Hope you aren’t close to it. HAPPY HOLIDAYS EVERYONE. Sybil Johnson
Reply from Dick Johnson (68): Dunseith, ND.
Gary and Friends,
It’s rather interesting to hear about how my little BB gun story Art & Emeline Pigeon Richard:
Pictures from Allen Richard (65): Midland, MI
These are two pix I have of Mom and Dad. One is at their wedding as they were leaving on their honeymoon June 17, 1946 — the Chevy next to them was a 1941–it upchucked before they got to wherever they were going, so they made it as far as Bemidji.
The other one of Mom (Jean Emeline Pigeon) was earlier, some time between 1941 and 1945. She is sitting in a chair she gave her dad after he had a toe amputated in ’41. He died in ’43. I have the chair in my basement.
I’ll see what other ones I can scan. Sadly we have no outdoor pix of the original house I lived in for my first 14 years. Mom destroyed all the pix of the “tarpaper shack” that had no electricity until ’52, one bedroom until ’55 no plumbing until ’57 —- and never had a phone —we got that 9 family party line in ’62 after we moved into the existing house. Carmen Richard or Ydola Pigeon could have some of it, but I haven’t asked yet.
Merry Christmas to everyone!
Allen
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Question from Claudette McLeod (80): Dunseith, ND
Gary,
Will you ask the a question for me? I would like to know what ever happened to a lady I think her name was Samia??? Don’t know the correct spelling…. but she used to live with George Albert who lived north of Dunseith.
Claudette McLeod
Turtle Mountain Outreach
Office (701)244-0199 Condolences from Joan Richard: Dunseith, ND.
I would like to send my condolences to Dick and Brenda Johnson in the loss
of their aunt. My prayers are with you and your families. I would also like to send my condolences to the
Merry Christmas to the Dunseith folks:
From Bonnie Awalt Houle (56): Becker, MN
Dear Gary and All Your Readers,
The last few years I have begun my day with a cup of tea and “Dunseith Memories” via Gary Stokes’ Blog. I have realized that it took not just our parents to raise us but it took a whole community. Every story depicts an example of neighbor helping neighbor, Parent correcting child whether the child was their child or not, always another set of eyes looking out to see that the children were safe. What an amazing community we were raised in………The accomplishments that each of us speak of were aided by a little town in North Dakota filled with LOVE that spread out to each and everyone. MERRY CHRISTMAS TO EVERYONE THAT WAS LUCKY ENOUGH TO BE TOUCHED BY THIS COMMUNITY.
Bonnie Awalt Houle 1956
Reply from Tom Hagen (51): Messa, AZ & Williston, ND.
Gary, No, Owen Haakenson is from Heimdal , Maddock area and no relation
to the Bottineau people. We love E-mail letters, Love Tom and Dot Donald Egbert (65) – 7/12/07
Reply to Dick Johnson (68):
From Larry Hackman (66): Bismarck, ND
Dick
In answer to your questions about Don Egbert’s vehicles.
While visiting with Henry last evening I was telling him about the message you sent about the cars, Donald Egbert once owned. He did drive some nice looking automobiles. The big reason he had some nice cars was that his dad did not want him driving around in just any old clunker. That was mostly before he found out that Don was into the alcohol. Damn alcohol!
Adrian loved that kid and would have and did give him almost anything he wanted. I remember the first time I saw Adrian. I was in the second grade. This huge man with a huge voice was raising hell with the third grade teacher for giving his son a low mark on something. I remember I was all eyes and couldn’t believe that this huge man was chewing out this woman teacher. I remember asking someone who this guy was? After finding out, I made a mental note not to cross paths with this guy. Later on in life, when I was much older, I found out that he was actually a nice guy and we did have some good conversations. He was really concerned about his son, Donald.
I remember my brothers and I were skiing across the creek in Evan’s pasture. We had a couple pairs of old skis, a 4 ft. pair and a 6 ft. pair, that had leather straps that you stuck your toe through. Don came along and saw these and tryed them out. The next day he showed up with a bran new pair of skis. When he wanted a bicycle, his dad went and got him the best one he could find. Remember the one that Don rode with the twin saddle bag baskets on the back wheel. It was a nice ride for Dunseith. I have a feeling that if Don could have kept it together, his dad would have given him the world.
Don was a excellent football and basketball player. He started playing with the varsity teams when he was in the seventh grade.
This might of led to his downfall. He started running with the older crowd and picked up some of their bad habits early or at least it enabled him to develope some bad habits early. Yes, Dick I agree with you and feel sorry for the man. I have heard that he has taken the cure several times and he has been unable to change.
Henry recalled that Don’s first car was a 1950 gray Ford. He said Don, him, and Julian Kalk used it one summer to cruise back and forth to Westhope to haul hay bales for a farmer. He remembers that Don lost his keys for it one day and they tried to hot wire the car, and burned the points. The farmer who was set up to tow a swather over to a farm he had east of Bottineau. He threw a chain around the bumper of Don’s car and tied it on to the back of the swather and towed the swather and the car with them in it to his farm. He then gave them a ride to Lamourix’s Garage in Dunseith where they purchased points and and a ignition system. They repaired the car and got it running in less the a 1/2 hour. In them days the auto companys idea was to make it easy to repair an automobile. Don always did have bad luck with his cars. Henry don’t recall what happened to the Ford. Henry thought the next car Don drove was his dad’s 1952 brown and white chevy. I remember Adrian driving that car, but, don’t remember Donald driving it.
You are right! The next car Donald had, was a honey of a car. It was a 1956, peachs (orange)and cream, two tone colored Mercury. It was sweet! I would love to have a car like that even now.
It was 1961 Halloween night. Don was driving his Mercury with three other people in the car with him including Henry. They had pulled some shenanigans some where South of town. They thought they were being followed. Don shut off his lights. They were cruising down this section line road in the dark. Someone shouted theres a car on the road. Don switched on his head lights, and bang. Two nice cars were damaged that night. Who would of thought that some fellow would be parked in the middle of the road, with his girl friend, and with the lights off. I imagine they were a little surprised too.
The next car Don had was a beautiful 1957 Chevy. It was baby blue and white in color. Another real sweet ride! He wrecked it, by hitting the ditch on the road to the cemetary.
His next car was after he quit high school and went to work on the missile bases. He came back to town with a 1963 white Chevrolet. Another real nice ride. I remember coming to work one morning at Robert’s Service and their it was setting with one back wheel wore down to the diameter of the brake drum. Apparently he had a flat and didn’t stop to change wheels. Someone said he drove it from Bottineau with the flat.
The next and the last car that I and Henry remember Don driveing was a 1960 Mercury, It was baby blue and white in color. It was a huge car. In fact I bought it from Don and later sold it to one of the Pigeon brothers.
By this time Don had lost his license so many times, he was never getting it back. Not in this life-time anyway.
Reply from Bill Grimme (65): Birmingham, AL
Gary,
Here is the story of the plane crash that Spencer Teal died in.
Bill
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Reply from Dick Johnson (68): Dunseith, ND Gary and Friends, In Paula’s picture of the fishing camp with Bob Hosmer’s Jeep, there Dick
Happy Holidays! From Pete (65) & Verena Gilles: Dunseith, ND
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Condolences to Dick Johnson & reply to Gary Metcalfe:
From Sybil Johnson: Cheyenne, WY.
Dick, I’m so sorry to hear about your aunt. I just got my pc up and running. Gary, I dont know Cliff, sorry to say. If he is like “Pa”, then he will be one hell of a guy. Sybil
Bev Morinville Azure’s funeral:
From Les & Myra Henning (72) Halvorson: Bottineau, ND.
Hello Gary,
We said goodbye to Bev Azure today. Our sincere condolences to her family.
Spencer Teal (46) & LaRose Ketterling (46)
Message/newspaper article/Picture from Dick Johnson (66): Dunseith, ND
Gary and Friends,
One guy from the class of ’46 at DHS was Spencer Teal. He was the son
Dick
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Folks, It’s currently 12:30 AM at our house here in the PI. With tomorrow being Bernadette Brothers funeral at noon, I am getting as much of this news letter put together as I can tonight before going to bed. At the moment things are very active at our house. There are many folks visiting and playing cards at this very moment. Bernadette has been serving goodies all night.
It reminds me of an old fashion Christmas program at the Ackworth school sitting here at my desk seeing 200 paper bags, sitting on the floor, filled with goodies that will be pasted out tomorrow at the grave site. Bernadette has hired 2 large vans and 4 jeepneys to transport family from the church to the Cemetery located about 5 miles from the church. She has also hired a motorcycle escort (police) service that will escort us to the cemetery. They will stop all traffic and hurriedly lead us to the cemetery. We will be taking our car too. Following the burial, The escort service will lead us all back to our house for a dinner that Bernadette is having prepared. We went out and purchased all the ingredients for the dinner this afternoon. She has hired a lady that will be assisted by several others to prepare the meal. They are in the outside kitchen chopping up vegetables and cutting up meat at this very moment.
For these folks the loss of a loved one is not totally realized until they go in the ground. That is the hardest part of all funerals here. Gary
Pictures provided by Paula Fassett (71): North Branch, MN
Note: Elaine Haakenson is a relative of mine. Her mother and my dad are first cousins. I will include her with today’s message. Neola, Does this look like Elaine to you? Elaine, is this you in this picture. in this picture, Jeanette Hahn Moe sure looks like her sister Arlene Knutson. Their brother Gordon Hahn was married to my first cousin, Alice Petterson. They are both deceased. Gary
Lutheran Ladies Circle at Jeanette Moe’s house:
Back: Elaine Haakenson (?? – I remember the name), Luella Dion,
Clarice Aus (her husband was a teacher??), Murl Hill
Front: Bernice Johnson, Arla Hiatt, Burnell Moren (wife of the pastor?), Jeanette Moe, Irene Fassett.
Card players in Darrel & Dorothy Fassett’s kitchen – Omeemee (probably spelled wrong), ND – 1954
Crystal Fassett (70) reading to Hans Johnson – Christmas 1954
(that’s Paula Fassett’s (71) head down in the lower right)
I’m a Car-Guy-Wannabe, so had to include this because I remember this Jeep and loving it as a little kid – Bob Hosmer’s Jeep – taken in 1955, so what would be the year of the Jeep??? Taken at Thomas Lake, Manitoba. See the whitecaps on the lake – must have been fun camping…..
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Kenrose Medlang:
Reply from Bonnie Smith Kohler: Mountain Iron, MN.
Thank you to you and Vickie Metcalf for the reminder for Kenrose. I am sure she was thrilled with all the cards she received from well wishers. Wow to be 90 years old hey?
Bonnie
Message/Pictures from Sharron Gottbreht Shen (59): Everett, WA.
When reviewing some older entries of the blog, I noted the aerial photo of the GN Railroad Yard posted by Dick Johnson. I rushed a query to Gary asking if an expanded view of that area might show the Round House. Dad bought that structure in 1952! Total surprise to me. George tells me that Dale harvested a bumper crop of Flax, probably in 1952. Floyd Richard said indeed 20 bushels to the acre was a great crop at that time. I checked some grain history and found that Flax sold for $6.21/b in 1947. Anyhow, the Flax sale bought the Round House. Dale proceeded to have it deconstructed by foreman Paul and his brother, Big Mose Morin. George thought there were at least three Belgards who completed the team. It took over 6 weeks to draw all the nails [six 2×6 drums] and store the huge beams and lengths of lumber. George said that the claw hammer designed for nail removal had a special lever that Mose frequently broke – after several solder repairs, Dad was begging Mose to take it easy. The men made $1.00 an hour! So bad. As an RN, my first job 1961 paid $2.39/hr – some progress.
Please note George Gottbreht’s Smithy; this became Dad’s first gas and motel stop 1951/52. I have a postcard of the original shop sent by Evelyn Gaudette Gottbreht to her aunt Maude Tennancour Paulson, the post date was August 1915. The sign above the door reads General Blacksmithing. Dad’s conversion of the shop to a thriving small business was a start, and his survival of the tipped tractor accident lead to the Flax harvest and eventually to much of the lumber for our new home and the expanded Dale’s finished in 1954/55. Uncle Roland said the traction was bad for the steep hill and Dale raised the drill bar to reduce drag and over it went. Dad was protected by two steel rods and managed to crawl out from under – and Uncle then said “…but we got her finished.” And then he added, “Dale died too young, he was just getting started.” Gary will attach some remarks by Dick Johnson and I thank them and so many for the feast of new insights found at Gary’s table. Sharron
FRIENDS VS NORTH DAKOTA FRIENDS From Phyllis McKay (65): Auburn, WA
FRIENDS: Never ask for food. NORTH DAKOTA FRIENDS: Always bring the food.
FRIENDS: Will say ‘hello’. NORTH DAKOTA FRIENDS: Will give you a big hug and a kiss.
FRIENDS: Call your parents Mr. and Mrs. NORTH DAKOTA FRIENDS: Call your parents Mom and Dad.
FRIENDS: Have never seen you cry. NORTH DAKOTA FRIENDS: Cry with you.
FRIENDS: Will eat at your dinner table and leave. NORTH DAKOTA FRIENDS: Will spend hours there, talking, laughing, playing dominoes or cards and just being together.
FRIENDS: Know a few things about you. NORTH DAKOTA FRIENDS: Could write a book with direct quotes from you.
FRIENDS: Will leave you behind if that’s what the crowd is doing. NORTH DAKOTA FRIENDS: Will kick the whole crowds’ back-ends that left you.
FRIENDS: Would knock on your door. NORTH DAKOTA FRIENDS: Walk right in and say, ‘I’m home!’.
FRIENDS: will visit you in the hospital when you’re sick NORTH DAKOTA FRIENDS: will cut your grass and clean your house then come spend the night with you in the hospital and cook for you when you come home
FRIENDS: have you on speed dial NORTH DAKOTA FRIENDS: have your number memorized.
FRIENDS: Are for a while. NORTH DAKOTA FRIENDS: Are for life.
FRIENDS: Might ignore this. NORTH DAKOTA FRIENDS: Will forward this to all their North Dakota Friends and those who once lived in North Dakota. |