Sharon Eurich correction

From Shirley LaRocque Wendt (59): Tukwila, WA

Hey Gary I meant Eileen Eurick Nelson, that went school with, Shirley Wendt
Shirley, I kind of thought you were thinking Eileen and said Sharon. They are sisters. Sharon is about 4 or 5 years younger than Eileen and you.
Doris (Doody) Stickland Campbell Bushay Passed away
Message from Lee (Leland) Stickland (64): Dickinson, ND
Gary , I failed to note that my Aunt, Dad’s Sister, Doris passed away. I believe 11-21-10.
Doris and her husband Dick Bushay were being cared for by Doris’ daughter, Debbie. They lived in a small town near Yakima, Wa, (Selah).
I have not seen Deb since she was three and she is now a bit older than that. I email her often and we visit on the phone once in a while.
Doris was cremated and I do not know where interred.
Yakima is about 2 hours from my brother Deans’ in Olympia, I think. You would know better, Gary having lived at Seattle/Bremerton.
Doris did come to the 2007 reunion at Dunseith.
Lot of ice, snow forecast, 70% for Monday, the 29th. It is already that where YOU live.
Trust YOUR bldg project is on time and budget.
Lee, I did a search and could not find an obituary posted for Doris in any of the local papers around Selah, WA. Your aunt Joy Peterson is also a sister to Doris. With Doris’ passing our condolences are with her family. Gary




The Nordquest’s

Reply from Colette Hosmer (64): Santa Fe, NM
Thanks, Dick, for all the information about Sharlotte and Harlan. Sad news about Sharlotte’s MS and, of course about Harlan’s death. I did spend quite a bit of time with both of them when they were in town. I also remember the drownings. I liked those two “kid”s a lot.



The Nordquest’s

Reply from Floyd Dion (45): Dunseith, ND
Hi Gary
Yes Dick , Colette Hosmer is right , Sharlotte Nordquist lived in a white house on main street, it is where Tom Krause now lives, it is northwest across the street from Reid’s Drive-in .Carl lived there in 1950,I built a small house and he wired it for $100.00. things were cheap then. Carl was a rural mail carrier.


Condolences to the Nelson family:

From Laurel Wenstad (63): Dundas, MN

Sincerest condolences go out the Nelson family. I am a second cousin of Harvey, and knew the Eurich family well. I am very sorry to hear of David’s passing. He will be greatly missed. Laurel Wenstad





Condolences to the Nelson family:

From Shirley LaRocque Wendt (59): Tukwila, WA


The Nordquest’s
Reply from Dick Johnson (68): Dunseith, ND
Gary and Friends,

In answer to Colette Hosmer’s question about the Nordquists. Sharlotte lives in a small town in east central ND, called Kulm. She is married to Gary Schwalk and has two adopted sons. She has MS and is nearly always confined to a wheel chair. She does cook and draws beautiful hand made cards for Christmas and other holidays. Her husband was a lifelong manager of grain elevators throughout the state.

Harlan was killed in ’69 in a car accident in Washington state. I believe he was 25 at the time. He returned from a stint in the Marines and was married with two small girls. It was very sad. I do have some pictures of both Harlan and Sharlotte and will find them and post them on this site. Colette, you are right about them living in the white house on Main street. Their mom was married to Carl Watschke and drowned in ’57, along with her son Larry. Another tragedy.

We were in Minot for two days for a Frozen Fingers event (music) and to attend Tim Hill’s surprise 60th birthday party. He was very surprised and had no idea what was planned. I think his sisters plan to post some pictures of the party. Thanks Gary!






Reinhard Schultz

Reply from LeaRae Parrill (67): Bottineau, ND


Hi Gary,


MANY THANKS to LeaRae Espe for correcting me on Reinhard Schultz’ status! I don’t know why I thought he had passed away. Reinhard/my brother, Jim/Bruce Nostdahl went to Minot for cancer treatments a few years ago (Jim drove, and the other two rode along.). I think the three of them enjoyed their “trips”; the companionship/visiting probably did as much good as the treatments! LOL!! For some reason, I was thinking Jim is the only one of the three still living. How nice is it to be wrong sometimes. :) Jim is doing fine/Bruce passed away a few years ago.


I sometimes walked past Reinhard/Lillian’s home four times a day. In my high school days, we usually walked to school in the morning/home at noon/back at noon/home after school. My route took me past Reinhard/Lillian’s home. If the Espe house had been there at that time, I would have walked past their home, too. It was a nice walk–not even too bad in the winter/snow.


Thanks again, LeaRae.






Virgil Landsverk’s Grandson’s Passing – Virgil Gayle

Reply from Connie Zorn Landsverk: Bottineau, ND

Yes Virgil was my great nephew & a 2nd cousins to my son,s. Virgil was a grand-son to my husbands brother Virgil. Virgil was adorable & it will be greatly missed by all who knew him. This is very devastating to all of us who knew & love him. Thank you kindly for your condolences.
I see your mom quite often & she,s an awesome lady. a friend Connie (Zorn) Landsverk


Virgil Gayle’s Obituary

Posted by Neola Kofoid Garbe: Bottineau, ND
Virgil Gayle 1998 – 2010

Virgil Gayle, 12, Minot, ND, passed away Saturday, November 20, 2010, at Trinity Hospital in Minot.

Virgil Oliver Gayle was born May 2, 1998, a son of James Gayle and Kelli (Landsverk) Dyck, at the Minot Air Force Base. He was raised at the Minot Air Force for a few years, before moving with his family to Minot. He attended Perkett, Sunnyside, and Washington Elementary Schools in Minot, and was currently in the sixth grade at Jim Hill Jr. High School.

Along with his family, Virgil attended the Bible Fellowship Church in Minot.

Virgil will always be remembered for his kindness and big heart. He always had a big smile and waved to everybody. He loved to help his dad and grandpas with whatever they were doing around the house or on vehicles and learned quickly. It wasn’t long before he’d bring the tools or parts they needed next before they even asked for them.

Virgil enjoyed life to the fullest! He enjoyed playing with his big brother, Chuck, and his friends, Mason and Isaac and antagonizing his older sister, Kayleigh. He was extremely protective of his little sister, Arianna, and would do anything for her. He loved his siblings and furry babies (cats) dearly. He enjoyed visiting his Mama and Papa Landsverk where he could ride with Grandpa on the riding lawnmower, watching Ice Road Truckers, hanging out with “Uncle Mikey”, and snitch lots of cookies when he thought no one was looking! He enjoyed visiting his Grandma and Grandpa Dyck on the farm in Boissevain, MB. He also had a special place in his heart for his Granny Ruth. He loved to go camping with his family and at Camp Good News; riding his bike, skateboard and scooter; and collecting semi trucks and John Deere themed items. Virgil will be greatly missed by his family and friends and we know he is up in heaven playing with his furry baby, Tommy!

His loving family includes: mother, Kelli and Devon Dyck, Minot; father, James and Laura Gayle, Key West, FL; siblings, Kayleigh, Charles, and Arianna Gayle, all of Minot, Katharyn Gayle, Alexandria, LA, Aiden Gayle, Key West, FL, and Tristan and Austin Dyck, Regina, Sask; maternal grandparents, Verginia LeAnne and Virgil Landsverk, Minot; paternal grandmother, Ruth Gayle of Sulphur, LA; and numerous aunts, uncles, and cousins.

Virgil was preceded in death by his paternal grandfather, Charles Tessier Gayle, and maternal and paternal great-grandparents.

Funeral: Saturday, November 27, 2010, at 1:00 p.m. at First Assembly of God Church, Minot.

Interment: A private family burial will take place at a later date

Visitation: Friday from noon to 7 p.m. at Thompson-Larson Funeral Home, Minot.

In lieu of flowers or plants, memorials are preferred to the family.

Officiant: Pastor Duane Deckert

Music: Special CD selections will be played in honor of Virgil

Congregational Hymns: “Jesus Loves Me” #250 & “Amazing Grace” #306
Violet Vix, pianist

Honorary Bearers: Virgil’s classmates

Active Bearers: Joel Landsverk, Randy Landsverk, Allen Pladson, Clint Latendresse, Kelly-Anne Roy and Greg Landsverk

Following the funeral service, please join the family for a time of fellowship and lunch in the fellowship hall.

Our family would like to thank all of you for your many acts of kindness. Your thoughts and prayers are greatly appreciated during this difficult time. May God bless the memory of Virgil.




Condolences to the Nelson family
From Kelly Woods (89): Massena, NY

David Nelson,

Sincerest condolences go out to the Nelson family.

I grew up and rode the bus with David and his sister Debbie. David was a very kind soul, was always trying to make people laugh and will not be forgotten.

Kelly Woods


I understand David Collapsed outside his home supposedly on his way back from work. So sad. We never know when it’s our time.

We extend our condolence to the Nelson family with his passing. Gary




Condolences to the Nelson family

From Sharon Gerdes (62): Windsor, CO

I just wanted to say that I am so very sorry for the family of David Nelson. He was so special and so proud of his cooking at the Birchwood, and everytime I saw him he was smiling and kind. He will be greatly missed. Sharon Gerdes 62

Sharon, You mentioned the Birchwood. Floyd Pritchard (59), owner of the Birchwood, was David’s uncle. Floyd was raised by David’s grandparents, Dave and Winifred Eurich.
Reply to Dick Johnson (68)
From Colette Hosmer (64): Santa Fe, NM
Hi Dick,

Did Sharlotte (Nordquist) have a brother named Harlan? Did they live for awhile in a white house (I guess all house were white back then) on the south end of main street with a porch?
If so, where is she now … do you have any photographs of her and Harlan (then or now)??


Reinhard Schultz & Lillian Torgerson Berg Schultz
Reply from LeaRay Parrill (68): Bottineau, ND
Gary, I just wanted to make a correction on message 1014.
Reinhard Schultz who married Lillian Torgerson Berg is alive and well and living in East Grand Forks near his step children Gary Berg and Sharon Budge. He and Lillian were super neigbhors who lived across the street from us. He stayed in their home several years after Lillian passed and then the kids wanted him to be closer to them. Sharon Berg Budge was on the Dunseith High School faculty for a year or two sometime when Terry taught there (Fall 1968-Spring 1981). I believe she was Mrs. Holms at that time.


Obituary posted by Neola Kofoid Garbe: Minot & Bottineau, ND
David H. Nelson

(May 28, 1967 – November 22, 2010)

David H. Nelson, age 43 of Dunseith, died Monday at his home. Funeral services will be held on Monday at 2:00 P.M. in the Peace Lutheran Church in Dunseith. Burial will be in the Rendahl Cemetery of rural Dunseith. Visitation will be held on Sunday beginning at 4:00 P.M. until 9:00 P.M. and on Monday, 9:00 A.M. until service time at the church.

David Henry Nelson, a son of Harvey and Eileen (Eurich) Nelson, was born on May 28, 1967 at Rolette. He was reared near Dunseith and attended school in Dunseith. David graduated in 1985. In the late 1980’s he began working at the Birchwood Restaurant at Lake Metigoshe. David was a kind and gentle soul, loved by all who knew him. He had a great sense of humor and loved to make people laugh. He was affectionately dubbed King David by many of his friend and co-workers at the Birchwood. A job he took great pride in. He loved kids and animals and they loved him in return. He took great pleasure in spoiling his nieces and nephews who referred to him as “Uncle Buddy.” Also he enjoyed tending to his pets, especially his beloved Chihuahua, Rebel.

He was a member of the Peace Lutheran Church in Dunseith, Turtle Mountain Wildlife Club and participated in raising money for the Ronald McDonald House. In his spare time he enjoyed fishing, riding his 4-wheeler, bird watching and was an avid Monday Night Wrestling fan. This past summer he was able to attend the KISS concert at the Minot State Fair. David was a huge fan of the band for years.

He is survived by his mother Eileen of Dunseith; brother Duane (Kim) of Mandan; sisters, Diane (Gerald) Roland of Minot, Donna Nelson(Pat Kuntz) of Rugby and Debbie (Rocky) Mundt of Bottineau; special nieces and nephews, Jessica, Kyle, Micki, Julie, Jennifer, Haley, Kadence, Karson, Hayden and Sam.

He was preceded in death by his grandparents, Henry and Helen Nelson and Dave and Winfred Eurich; and his father Harvey.

Reply to Allen Richard (65)
From Sybil Johnson: Cheyenne, WY.
Allen, have you tried Amazon.com; for Thunder Road? Sybil Johnson
Gary Pigeon’s Car
Reply from Dick Johnson (68): Dunseith, ND
Gary and Friends,

Allen Richard says Gary Pigeon had a ‘four door’ ’38 Ford. So it is–my memory failed me. The only time I really remember the car, it was sitting on the south side of the street across from the school (grade school now–high school then) during a dance. The reason I remember it is because Gary had a date with my aunt Joy’s younger sister, Sharlotte Nordquist, and had taken her to the school dance. That would have been in about ’60 as Cliff and Joy and Sharlotte, who Joy raised, moved to Glenfield, ND where Cliff became superintendent of schools in about ’61. Sharlotte (it’s spelled with an S ) would have been with the class of ’63, had she continued in Dunseith. Gary came up to the farm to visit her when she was staying with us, my grandparents actually, and I was staying there too. I was just a bit too young yet to really dig old cars. I still remember when older guys were talking about how great it would be to have a 327 in their cars instead of a 283. This sounded Greek to me. What did those numbers have to do with a car? I learned. Thanks Gary!


Thanksgiving day at the Marco Polo in Cebu, Philippines.
There were only 20 folks that were able to make it to the Marko Polo on Thursday to celebrate Thanksgiving. We had a great meal without Turkey. Olav, the guy sitting next to me with glasses is from Norway. Having been raised among so many Norwegian’s, his accent brings back a lot of childhood memories. Leo, the guy on the far side sitting next to the gals is from Holland. Alex, Steve and myself are all American’s. The gals are all Filipina. Gary


Thanksgiving message
From Rhonda Hiatt (75): Battle Ground, WA

Hi Gary,


Just wanted to wish everyone a Happy and Safe Thanksgiving!

Rhonda Hiatt
Pigeon Cars
Reply from Allen Richard (65): Midland, MI

More car stuff and Gary Pigeon — Like Dick — my apologies to the girls!


The ’38 that Gary drove through high school and his years at Wahpeton was a 4 door — with suicide rear doors. He or his dad bought it from Uncle A. D. Robert — Val Moyer’s grand father and my mom’s uncle. He drove it until he got the Victoria. On one trip home from college the car took a quart of oil every 100 miles or so. He nursed it home and overhauled the flat head with parts he salvaged from a nail keg full of flathead parts they had removed from other cars. I Think he drove it for another two years before he redid the engine properly. He kept it in running condition until he left the farm. I’d guess it would still run when it disappeared from the shed a few years after he left Dunseith.


I didn’t know you had the high performance parts. I always thought he sold them to a friend of mine, George Miller, who worked with Gary to rebuild a ’47 Ford. George, Gary and I were racing partners in ’68. But that would begin a whole other story involving a 312 with a bad attitude and a white ’59 I drove from 1970 to early ’75. Ok — I’m done boring the ladies. — Well except to let you know that my old black Charger turned 173,000 miles last week out here in MI where it was born in April of ’74 Its attitude is about 150 horses worse than it was back in Dunseith. MSD computer chip limits it to a little under a buck fifty. All the numbers still match. I’ve taken it to a few car shows, but I tell people it is a “go girl, not a show girl.” I think ol’ cussin Jack Smith would like that. He would also like the fact that I drove it from ND to MN and from there to Michigan — and a road trip with my daughter Alaina to Minneapolis a year ago. Ol’ Dakota Midnight will be going into winter storage on Dec. 1. I might drive it back to Dunseith in the next year or so, but I need to check the supply of premium gas along the route.


Your CD is in the player in the car. Wish I could find a recording of Thunder Road. I think that would be appropriate too


Kim Hiatt Hermann (77) photo

From Neola Kofoid Garbe: Minot & Bottineau, ND.
Berg Picture
Reply form Don Aird (Carroll Carlson’s nephew): St Louis, MO

I was in graduate school with Guy Berg 1971/2 at NDSU in microbiology (last picture) he was pretty smart I’m pretty sure he got his PhD

Reinhard/Lillian Torgerson Berg Schultz Family Photo
From Neola Kofoid Garbe: Minot & Bottineau, ND.
Lillian was married to Alvin Berg who was killed on the way to a funeral(?). Their children are: Gary, Diane, Sharon, and Guy. Sharon Berg Budge identified the people in the picture.


Happy Thanksgiving to all:
Folks, today is Thanksgiving. Of coarse it is not a Filipino holiday. In celebration of Thanksgiving a group of about 30 of us are meeting this evening for a Buffet Dinner at the Marco Polo hotel. Only about a third of us are American’s. The rest of the folks are from other counties around the globe that are along for our Thanksgiving celebration and friendship. We’ve requested to have Turkey included with today’s buffet. They were not sure if they could accommodate our request. They have to get permission from the hotel management to do that. We’ll see.
Thanksgiving poem
From Tim Martinson (69): Anchorage, AK


Twas the night of Thanksgiving, but I just couldn’t sleep

I tried counting backwards, I tried counting sheep

The leftovers beckoned – the Dark meat and white

But I fought the temptation with all of my might.

Tossing and turning with anticipation

The thought of a snack became infatuation.

So I raced to the kitchen, flung open the door

and Gazed at the fridge, full of goodies galore.

I gobbled up turkey and buttered potatoes,

Pickles and carrots, beans and tomatoes.

I felt myself swelling so plump and so round,

Til all of a sudden, I rose off the ground.

I crashed through the ceiling, floating into the sky

With a mouthful of pudding and a handful of pie.

But, I managed to yell as I soared past the trees…

Happy eating to all, pass the cranberries, please.

May your stuffing be tasty. May your turkey be plump.

May your potatoes ‘ n gravy have nary a lump.

May your yams be delicious. May your pies take the prize.

May your Thanksgiving dinner stay off of your thighs.
Pigeon’s Cars
Reply from Dick Johnson (69): Dunseith, ND
Gary and Friends,

In reply to Allen Richard about Pigeon’s cars, I seem to remember that Gary Pigeon had a black ’38 Ford two door sedan before he got the dark blue ’52 Ford Victoria with the Packard tail lights. I had not thought about that car in years until you mentioned it. When the Pigeon brothers operated the Standard station on north Main street, they hauled in a dark blue ’38 coupe and had it behind the station for a while. I used to walk up there and just look at it and dream! I don’t know what ever happened to that car? I do know what became of the flathead speed parts that Gary had on his ’52. He was in town one day in the later ’60s and had removed all the fancy heads and three deuce setup etc. from the old Ford and I asked him why? He said he put on a new set of Rah Jah red plastic spark plug wires and the heat from the aluminum finned heads melted his new wires. He said he didn’t think you could use those heads on a car with a hood on it as they dissipated too much heat. I asked him what he did with the parts and he said they were all back in the boxes they came in and stored in the back of an old ’56 Chevy station wagon out at the farm. Of course my next question was if he wanted to sell the stuff? He had me follow him out to the farm and showed me everything. I asked him the magic question–how much? He said he would sell me everything for $65. This included the carburetors, linkage, generator offset bracket, triple fuel line block, heads, and even his new race cam! While today $65 sounds like chump change, in the late ’60s my cars were costing me about that much TO BUY! I wanted that speed equipment so bad that I paid him with nearly every cent I had to my name. Anyway, the good part—I still have all the stuff in the original boxes just as I got it from ‘Shakey’. Hopefully I can get to building one of my dream cars, which is a ’29 Ford Roadster on ’32 rails, with a late flathead engine and the speed parts from Gary Pigeon. I had everything but a frame and last summer one of my Minot car buddies found one for me so now it’s just a project waiting to happen. In fact, he found me a complete rolling chassis from a ’32 and sold it to me for a lot less than he could have gotten on the market. I sell him cars often and he appreciates that so he sort of did me a favor. I have to apologize to the ladies about this car stuff. It’s what I know! Thanks Gary!



Reply from Susan Brew Roussin (59): Rolla, ND
In photo # 13 the gal at the head of the table in green sweatshirt is Janice Morin, daughter of Emil Morin. Thanks. Keep up the great work.

No. 13

L to R – Leola Lagerquist, Marlene Striker, Kathy Gregory, Janice Morin,

Olynda Pigeon, Lorraine Haas, Betty Nerpel.

Newspaper articles/pictures
Posted by Neola Kofoid Garbe: Bottineau & Minot, ND
Herbert Cote was killed in a car accident




June 2009


DCB Receives the Glen Millang/Knox Family Scholarship


Marvel Hill Thompson (69)






Hi Gary,

This is another Wondrasek picture. I think you might be interested in including this picture in your newsletter, as some of your readers were related to Alvin Berg (Dick Johnson, for one). I’m also sending it to my Bottineau list/Petterson Kofoid Hovland list. As you know, Charlene’s brother, Arlie, was married to Harriet Petterson Haugerud. You are also aware Lillian was married to Alvin Berg (obituary posted above), who was killed on the way to a funeral(?). Their children are: Gary, Diane, Sharon, and Guy. Sharon Berg Budge identified the people in the picture.
For those who are interested, I’m including the page numbers in the Bottineau County Centennial for write-ups about some of these people.
Reinhard/Lillian: (614), Lillian’s parents (Andrew/Clara Bjornseth Torgerson, page 202): Charlene Haugerud Berg’s parents (Arnold/Rose Goodman Haugerud, page 564).
Reinhard/Lillian/Andrew/Clara/Arnold Rose are deceased. Gary/Charlene live in, I think, East Grand Forks.
I had forgotten Lillian’s mother’s maiden name was Bjornseth–that brings in a “ton” of relatives from “the hills”. :)
I just thought of something I’d like to include, as it shows how medicine is continuing to make great strides. I don’t think Gary/Charlene will mind if I share this, as it might give hope to many people who thought there was none. When Gary/Charlene’s darling little girls (in this picture) were born, Gary/Charlene were told the girls would not live too many years; I can’t remember what the problem is/was. I understand the girls took MANY, MANY pills each day and still the long term prognosis wasn’t good. I’m happy to say these two lovely little girls are now grown, and I know at least one of them is married/has at least one child. :) I’m sure these girls (and Gary/Charlene) received MANY, MANY prayers over the years. As we know, prayer (and improved medication, which to me, also comes from God)is powerful!





Lillian Torgerson Berg Schultz Family



Dunseith Senior Center Pictures
Comments From Bill Hosmer (48): Tucson, AZ

Man oh Man, Gary. This series of pictures of the people from around Dunseith who gather there who were part of my past and in my current life, and probably even longer than that, and who still are present there, gives me a deep sense of the spirit which continues to inspire me in trying to be a better citizen because of the example which people in these photos brought to me many years ago, and continue to do so. Wonderful to be blessed with what everyone who was within the diverse cultures of our place gave me. I am a lucky, and quite an old man. So it is. By the way I’ve carried a verse for some years. It has an application to so many challenges, whether it is a charitable aim, or a matter of survival, or whatever. These are the words: Do all you can
With what you’ve got
In the time you have
In the place you are

This idea stays with me and it has helped to go through a couple of challenges. Happy Thanksgiving to all for being who you are. Bill Hosmer

Reply to Dick Johnson (68) and Larry Hackman (66)
From Allen Richard (65): Midland, MI
Dick and Larry—
Nice to hear that Gary’s Ford is in running condition. I think he bought it from either Bobby or Curtis Pigeon back in the early ’60s. He drove it for quite a few years. It had a flathead with 3 dueces and aluminum high compression heads with a 3 spd overdrive.
I always wondered where it ended up. There were a lot of old cars at the Pigeon farm when Gary left. Most were stripped “parts cars.” I know he sold some, but some of them just grew wheels and left over the years including four I had there. There were at least four cars locked in the steel shed. All went missing including a ’49 Ford coupe, Gary’s infamous ’38 Ford and a couple model As. Wish I knew where my ’56 Imperial went. Funny thing. The Hemi and Torqueflite left before the rest of it. Amazing how fast that thing was — even after 2 demolition derbys!
Dunseith Sr. Center Pictures 11 & 14 name correction

Reply from Lynn Halvorson Otto (75): Boonton, NJ

Oops! Sorry Clarence and Marsha, I had your last names wrong.

Lynn, You do so well remembering all that you do. It’s with contributions like yours that we as group get everyone identified correctly. You jarred folks minds for remembering. Gary



Dunseith Sr. Center Picture No. 12 identification

From Wayne (61) & Rosemary (64 – Leeds, ND) Smith: Bottineau, ND


In Picture #12, the lady next to Peggy Espe is Lynette Korman (age 97) from rural Glenburn/Kramer area. She is a friend of Ruby Mogard who is 83 and a retired rural mail carrier from the Norwich area. Bad roads and snow storms do not bother Ruby. Her son Jade says, “If you want a thrill ride better than anything you can get at the fair, just ride with Ruby down a gravel back road or prairie trail — you will only do it once. She is quite the lady!! Ruby and Lynette stopped in to listen to the music while on their way to the casino.


Wayne & Rosemary

No. 12


L to R – Dennis Espe, Peggy Sime Espe, Lynette Korman (age 97),


Ruby Mogard (Jade’s mom), Marie Beachler?, Lorretta Richard She was


married to Art Richard (Deceased) in 1998.


David Nelson Passed away

David H. Nelson, age 43 of Dunseith, died Monday at his home.


David’s parents are Harvey (Deceased) and Eileen Eurich Nelson. His Grandmother, Helen Hagen Nelson, was a sister to Orvin, Tom, Leland and Joyce (Evans) Hagen. His grandparents were Dave and Winifred Eurich.


Reply from Jean Nicholas Miller (66): GLENDALE, AZ
Gary and Keith,
The Kiss video was awesome and I’m not a big fan of theirs either! Keith, you and I graduated together. Everyone have a Happy Thanksgiving.




Lighted Hood Ornaments – reply to Larry Hackman (66)
From Larry Hackman (66): Bismarck, ND


Dick and Gary
You could pay extra to get illumination for the Indian head hood ornament when ordering a 1953 Pontiac.
Twin spot lights weren’t standard fare.
I remember at least one cruising around Dunseith, but I don’t remember who the driver was?
For your information,



Lighted Hood Ornaments – reply to Larry Hackman (66)

From Dick Johnson (68): Dunseith, ND



I knew that some of the cars had lighted hood ornaments but just never saw a factory pickup one. The Pontiac had one for a couple years. Kenny Murray had a copper colored Pontiac with this option–and even a rear window wiper! It had a straight 8 flathead engine. He wound it up leaving Myron Evans yard and held it down all the way to the high school, down the street past the park and the grade school. When we got to the grade school, I bet we were going 90—and I was getting REAL nervous! He didn’t think about the possibilities that could have happened. Kids with little experience and a fast car are deadly!

Larry, can you remember Gary Pigeon’s ’52 Ford Victoria hard top with the Packard tail lights? It was dark blue and had the chrome taken off–no door handles or hood ornament or trunk handle. I found it up at John Bursingers and he has painted it over for the second time. It was yellow and now it’s blue with a white top. Still has the Packard tail lights and no chrome.

This message is best not put on the blog. I don’t know if some of Kenny’s relatives get these emails or not. Don’t want to hurt anyone’s feelings after 45 years!



Reply from Sybil Johnson: Cheyenne, WY.
I remember the Dunseith Sr. Center. I use to go there quite a bit, when I came to Dunseith from Minot, to see Ma and Pa Johnson. I use to go there, to visit Uncle Raymond.
Boy, the stories he use tell. Some, I didnt believe, but he sure was a fabulous story teller. Happy Thanksgiving, everyone.
Sybil Johnson
Reply from Aimee Lagerquist (97): Boulder, MT
Picture Number 13 is my grandma, Leola Lagerquist (in the red sweatshirt)..

Aimee Lagerquist

Aimee, How in the world could I have missed Leola. That is her.





Reply Joe Johnson (77): Lindstrom, MN


Photo #9, I am pretty sure the gentleman on the right is Armand Mongeon.




Reply Vickie Hiatt LaFontaine (74): Grafton, ND

#5 is Jean and Gary Doer pastor of indian alliance church # 9 man on left Armond Mogeon

Reply from Allen Richard (65): Midland, MI

In picture #12 — the woman in front on the right is Lorretta Richard. She and my father, Art, married in ’98. Dad passed away in early 2001. Lorretta lives at Holland Manor in Rugby and is celebrating her 80th birthday this week.


Reply from Mark Schimetz (70): Rolette, ND

photo @14 right side of table up front is Gary LaRoque, Joe LaRoques’ son.


Photo #13 Olinda Pigeon is sitting to the right of the Lady in the Orange top, Dright side of Picture),
Left side of picture, Marleen Striker is the lady in the plaid shirt, and to her left is her, is Katherine Gregory.
On Photo #12 the lady up front on the right side of the photo is Loretta (Robarge) Richard, Arthur Richards second wife. I that is Carol Charbonneau behind Loretta Richard.


Reply from Lynn Halvorson Otto (75): Boonton, NJ
Hi Gary, in the pictures below, I know a few people: In number 11. left side, Marsha Olson Azure and across from her is her mom, Loreen Olson. In picture 14: Second from left is Clarence Azure (?), Marsha husband and next to him is Willard Olson. Also, to the right of Luella Dion, I think that is Joy Peterson, not sure.
OK, as you know it’s Thanksgiving week here, not in Cebu, but Happy US Thanksgiving anyway.
Lynn Halvorson Otto
Reply Mel Kuhn (70): St. John, ND
Howdy Gary,
Here’s my contributions to the name the pictures game. Picture #10 next to Floyd is Mike Haluzak. #11-3rd person from left is Ruby Birkland. #13-3rd from left is Kathy Gregory, 6th is Lorraine Haas. #14 2nd from left is Dwight Poitra, 5th is Jimmy Birkland.
Mel Kuhn
Reply from Rosemary (Wayne 61) Smith: Bottineau, ND
Hank Salmonson is playing his guitar in picture #3. He is 90 years old now, but has not lost his touch. The other guitar player is a friend of ours from the Minot area.

Early Thanksgiving day pictures taken at the Dunseith Sr. Center

Posted by Wayne (61) & Rosemary (64 – Leeds, ND) Smith: Bottineau, ND
Folks, I have reposted all 18 photos with ID’s. There are several differences with the identities we received from you folk, so please verify my labeling of these pictures. If any of these are labeled wrong, I will repost the pictures with the correct labeling.Gary



No. 1


Dick Johnson



No. 2


Carl Melgaard & Rita Langer





No. 3


L to R – Hank Salmonson age 90 and Jade Mogard





No. 4


Shirley (Knutson) & Carl Melgaard





No. 5


Jean & Gary Dorn, he is pastor at the Alliance Indian


Church north of the golf course





No. 6


Front: Art Rude,


Back: Willard Olson & Richard Langer





No. 7


Back – Joan Wurgler Salmonson, Center – Stan Salmonson,


Front – Jay Heinz from Rolette–he was once married


to Linda Belgarde (68) deceased





No. 8


L to R – Leonard Honsey, Nancy Hanlan & Floyd Dion


Leola Lagerquist behind in red






No. 9


L to R – Pastor John Hesford from Peace Lutheran,


and Armand Mongeon





No. 10


L to R – June Salmonson Honsey, Sharon Honsey, Hank Salmonson,


Gilbert Wilkie, Leonard Honsey, Mike Haluzak(Mel Kuhn’s uncle married


to Helen Kuhn-deceased), Floyd Dion


No. 11


L to R – Marsha Olson Poitra, Margaret Bedard Strong, Ruby Kuhn Birkland,


Luella Halvorson Dion, Joy Peterson, Helen Boguslawski, Laureen Olson





No. 12


L to R – Dennis Espe, Peggy Sime Espe, Lady from Glenburn,


Ruby Mogard (Jade’s mom), Marie Beachler?, Lorretta Richard She was


married to Art Richard (Deceased) in 1998.





No. 13


L to R – Leola Lagerquist, Marlene Striker, Kathy Gregory, Janice Morin,


Olynda Pigeon, Lorraine Haas, Betty Nerpel.





No. 14


L to R – Loren DuBois, DuWight Poitra, Willard Olson, Richard Langer,


Jim Birkland, Gary LaRocque (67)





No. 15





No. 16


L to R – Dick Johnson, Rita Langer & Brenda Johnson







No. 17



L to R – Rosemary Smith, Shirley, Carl Melgaard, Dick Johnson,


Cindy Mogard (Little gal in the back), Rita Langer, Jade Mogard,


Brenda Johnson



No. 18


L to R – Brenda Johnson & Rita Langer







Car/truck hood ornaments
Reply from Keith Pladson (66): Stafford, VA
In response to Dick Johnson’s input about car/truck hood ornaments.

Dick, you have got such a wonderful memory. Every time I read one of your inputs, I’m more and more impressed with your ability to remember the details of events that occurred years ago. I admit I don’t have that unique ability. So it was so good of you to refresh my memory of my cousins Archie and Donald. Yes they were big on the hood ornaments. Though I don’t recall whether any of them were specifically lighted, I do remember that they always seemed to have the biggest (or perhaps gaudiest) one around. Thanks again for jogging my memory.
Keith Pladson (66)



Dunseith home photographs

Reply From Keith Pladson (66): Stafford, VA
Thank you Gary for posting the photographs provided by Wayne and Rosemary Smith.

In particular it was good (at least for me) to see the ones of Carl and Shirley Melgaard. I can’t wait to see who the rest of the folks are (like you Gary, I probably know some of them but haven’t seen them in years so don’t recognized them).
Keith Pladson (66)


Early Thanksgiving day pictures taken at the Dunseith Sr. Center

Posted by Wayne (61) & Rosemary (64 – Leeds, ND) Smith: Bottineau, ND
Folks, these are the remaining nine pictures that were taken at the Sr. Center that were provided by Wayne and Rosemary Smith.
I will post your replies to yesterday’s pictures and these posted today, with identities tomorrow.
Again, Thank you Wayne and Rosemary for sharing these with us. They are great! Gary
No. 10


L to R – ??, ??, ??, ??, ??, ??, Floyd Dion


No. 11


L to R – ??, ??, ??, Luella Halvorson Dion, FLorence Pladson?


Helen Boguslawski?, I should know?





No. 12


L to R – Dennis Espe, Peggy Sime Espe, ??, ??, ??, ?? and


Dick Johnson sitting at the next table.





No. 13


L to R – I do not recognize anyone in this photo.





No. 14


L to R – I do not recognize anyone in this photo.




No. 15





No. 16


L to R – Dick Johnson, Rita Langer & Brenda Johnson







No. 17



L to R – Rosemary Smith, Shirley Melgaard, Carl Melgaard, ??, Dick Johnson,


??, Rita Langer, ??, Brenda Johnson



No. 18


L to R – Brenda Johnson & Rita Langer







Veterans day military tribute

Web link From Keith Pladson (66): Stafford, VA





I got this a few days ago from my brother-in-law and thought it was pretty good. I normally don’t forward a lot of stuff in email, but this one is worth it. I would liked to have sent it before Veterans Day, but Alice and I were out of town a few days so didn’t see it until today. I can’t say I’m a big fan of KISS, but this it well worth your time to watch.



Keith Pladson (66)

This is a very impressive video clipping. Thank you much for sharing. Gary




Lise Rousseau Metcalfe (64) fell and shattered her shoulder
Message from Vickie Metcalfe (70): Bottineau, ND

Gary and friends,

This weekend, I received an e-mail from my cousin’s Lise’ and Larry Metcalfe.

Lise’ fell about a week ago.

It was one “durty fall” which really concerns Larry.

Lise’ smashed the head of the bone that connects to the left shoulder. had a plate and screws 48 hrs after the fall.


I’m also imagining her “crazy bone” pain. Ow!


But, dear Lise’ Rousseau Metcalfe, another determined, tough and hardy product of Dunseith is now typing with one finger!

Friends, Please join me sending Lise’ healing wishes.

Thanks, Vickie M.
Early Thanksgiving day pictures taken at the Dunseith Sr. Center
Posted by Wayne (61) & Rosemary (64 – Leeds, ND) Smith: Bottineau, ND


On Friday 11/19/10, my wife Rosemary & I were very pleased and privileged to be invited to the early Thanksgiving dinner at the Dunseith Senior Center. We were treated to a wonderful ND traditional Thanksgiving dinner served by Nancy Hanlan, center manager, and then to an excellent array of desserts provided by many of the ladies in attendance. (You know what I am talking about.)

After the meal we were treated to several hours of good old-time music provided by many of the local musicians that you will recognize in the pictures: Rosemary on the keyboard, Carl & Shirley, Dick & Brenda, Rita Langer, and others — all of whom (along with many others) play in our shop at the annual shop parties we have in the fall of the year.

I am sending several pictures that you may use as you wish, some or all. Your many readers may have fun identifying the folks and remembering the good friends and good times of the past. It really is good to go home! Thanks for all you do!

Wayne Smith (’61) & Rosemary (’64 – Leeds, ND)


PS. I will be sending the pictures in “groups” as I have quite a few. They will follow as I “downsize them. AND I have the names of all the people in the photos if the bloggers “get stuck.”

Wayne & Rosemary, These are wonderful! I have posted 9 of the 18 pictures that you sent with today’s message. I’ll post the remaining 9 pictures tomorrow.
Folks, please reply with the identities of these folks. I have taken a stab at who I know. I probably know the rest but just don’t recognize them. I am eager to learn to know who all of these folks are. Carl and Shirley Melgaard look great! It’s been a few years since I have seen them. I can sure see the resemblance of Shirley’s niece, Linda Knutson (Norris/Arlene’s daughter) in this picture too. Linda works at Thompson’s Drug in Bottineau. Gary



Picture No. 1

Dick Johnson




No. 2


Carl Melgaard & Rita Langer?




No. 3


???, ???




No. 4


Shirley (Knutson) & Carl Melgaard




No. 5


???, ???




No. 6


Art Rude, ??, ???





No. 7


Back – Joan Wurgler Salmonson, Center – Stan Salmonson,


Front – ???





No. 8


L to R – ???, ???, Floyd Dion




No. 9


???, ???




Death of Great Nephew
Reply from Esther Murray (65): Flint, MI

Hello Gary.


Just thought I would take a minute or two to thank everyone for all the prayers they gave to my family. Also to wish everyone a very Happy Thanksgiving Holiday. Thanks again.







Hood Ornament question

Replyl from Dick Johnson (68): Dunseith, ND


Gary and Friends,

Bonnie Awalt Houle asked what pickup in the mid 50s had a hood ornament that lit when the vehicle was running. I don’t know of a company that actually had one from the factory, but it was a fad to buy an after market ornament and wire the light in it to come on with the key. The companies like J.C. Whitney and Warshawsky used to sell these and I remember lots of different types. There were chrome swans with raised yellow plastic wings that lit and I remember seeing a dog with green eyes that lit up. The guys I most remember with the hood ornaments were Archie and Donald Olson, cousins of Keith Pladson and Florence Sime. Their Ford pickups, no matter how new, always had the lighted swan hood ornament. Maybe some vehicle manufacturer put one on at the factory, but I’m not aware of one. I guess I was just wondering what Bonnie was doing in the park with a pickup running? I wonder if there is a bit more to her story? Thanks Gary!





Zelma Peltier elected to the Turtle Mountain Tribal Council.

Posted by Neola Kofoid Garbe: Minot & Bottineau, ND


Hi Gary,


I didn’t realize the story is continued on page A4, but it’s quite lengthy, so I’m not sending it. This article is in the November 15, 2010, Minot Daily if anyone is interested in reading the entire article.




Guy and Lola (Millang) Knox celebrating their 50th Wedding Anniversary Tomorrow (Saturday)
Posted by Julie Knox Seier (82): Bottineau, ND

50th Anniversary Party/Open House for Guy and Lola Knox


Saturday, November 20, 2010 at 2:00pm



Senior Citizen Center in Bottineau



Reply From Ron Peltier (70): Dunseith, ND


I shot a Lynx cat the same year just north of Dunseith, just about 1/4 mile south of Roger’s Bar. There were two of the lynx cats, I shot the one and other one ran off into the woods.

Ron Peltier

Dunseith History Car question
From Bonnie Awalt Houle (56): Becker, MN

Dear Gary,

The group that reads and replies to this blog have automobile history down perfectly. I’d like to know what kind of a pick-up had a hood ornament that would light up when the pick-up was running? Wallace Hiatt had such a pick-up in 1954-55. One evening a bunch of us were in Wallace’s truck at the city park, with Gordon Neameyer and his truck parked next to us. Only two vehicles but lots and lots of teens having a great time. The pick-up with the best radio was Wallace’s, therefore his vehicle was running and his ornament was lite up. Mr. Hiatt was the town policeman and was driving along and saw the lighted ornament and we were all busted. Everyone believed we would never have been busted if it weren’t for the lighted (deer,or ram) ornament. Of course back then getting busted meant you were told to go home immediately, (believe it or not we all went directly home amazing isn’t it.) I will be very kind and not list all of the teens that were involved but I remember them all well. Dick Johnson you should be able to come up with the vehicle type and probably year also.

Bonnie Awalt Houle 56
Indelible Feelings
Reply from Vickie Metcalfe (70): Bottineau, ND
Gary and friends,
Folks reading this blog tend to identify with similar experiences of others reaching beyond their own generation. Back, back and further back again to faces and places which connect fond memories of each Dunseith school child of the 30’s, 40’s, 50’s, 60’s and early 70’s.

We discover, between and among us, although spanning many generations, the familiarity of faces and places are forever etched in time and imprinted into memories. I have found this in the face of my friend Wes, although coming from different generations, we have discovered many common experiences and knowledge of dear people while visiting.

Wesley tells of school noon hour during the thirties, eating his bucket lunch sandwich, possibly lard on homemade bread packed by his mother. I identify with Wes, as it is a common family story told by my own dad. And, I recall school clothes and chore clothes, maybe if, really lucky, Sunday clothes.

And in my father’s time of, maybe? Just one. Just one pair of hand me down pants. Of going to bed while mother did the washing, until clothes were dry.
After eating lunch, children were free for an hour. Many oft to visit the familiar sites of downtown, mainstreet Dunseith. Like indelible ink on our minds; Shelver Drug, Hassen’s, Hosmer’s, Lamoureux Garage, Red and White Store, Bedard’s Red Owl , the Bakery and others like Minnie’s cream station, the hardware; all within a few steps of the school.

We recollect,slipping into, KC’s and Marge’s calm, quiet general store while dust motes drifted lazily down a ribbon of warm, natural light coming through the store window. Various scents tingled and piqued noses as town “kids and country youth” wandered the few aisles, eyes adjusting into the shadowy corners. Often, Wes and other’s after, aligned cans and dry goods. This always meant a reward due with a generous handful of penny candy in a brown bag.

Oh listen! A teacher is ringing the hand bell. Time to get back to the big white school house!

Those storekeepers of yesteryear, knew the names of every most every adult who came into the store. They knew who their parents were and their individual character traits. Or flaws. Storekeepers took time to visit young as well as old. “Kids and youth” connected with the proprietors and given time, were identified by their own individual merits.

Wesley has told me during his childhood, K.C. and Margie Sine, storekeepers of the Red and White, in turn were frequent visitors to the Peter Schneider farm. Specifically, one Sunday afternoon visit brought a request to Mr. Schneider from KC. Warren and Wes complied with their fathers request and up the stairs they ran to fetch the boxing gloves.
The boys tied their gloves on and showed-off numerous moves, in their foot work and delivered well planned punches. Wes learned about the meaning of a feeling that day. His little brother, Warren learned a new boxing move! With a right hook he aimed for Wes chin. Wes delighted in dancing away and caught up in his foot work, dodged low.

ALAS! His suspender was caught and came out of its’ connection. With moving around, the bib-overalls quickly slipped down. Wes tried but the gloves made his nimble fingers unable to retrieve his pants. With more dancing around, Wes found himself restrained. Quickly assessing the situation, Wes “hopped like a jackrabbit up the stairs” as K.C. , his brother and father laughed heartily.
Wes said it was a long time before he could go back to the Red and White Store. A indelible etched memory! He never forgot the feeling of the red flush of embarrassment that heated his face whenever KC grinned at him when they discussed boxing moves. Because dear friends, those were the days’ when country boys of the thirties wore bib overalls…… no underwear. Thanks, Wes for an indelible story .
Vickie Metcalfe,
November 2010
Memorable Day
From Dick Johnson (70): Dunseith, ND
Gary and Friends,

I had a real bad day June 8, 1968. It started out with Dad and I going to the farm and loading a big bull, about 2000lbs, in the pickup stock rack. We were taking him to Davidson’s for butcher. When we got to Dunseith the bull decided he had enough riding and jumped over the rack on top of the cab and over the hood and away he went running around town. I chased him all morning and part of the afternoon and finally got him in the stockyard pasture east of the elevator. I followed him for a couple more hours and got a rope on him. He took off and jumped the three wire fence along old highway 5, but the loose end of the rope got wrapped around a stick and then snapped off that and went around my ankle and jerked my feet out from under me. I was being dragged toward the fence and got the rope off just as I got to the fence. He went into Lake Shutte and stood in the water. I waded in and got another rope on him and then we managed to get him into Rene Bedard’s corral and reloaded into the pickup. Dad had spent the day putting new boards on the rack and making some top bars so he couldn’t (shouldn’t) jump over the top again. As soon as we had him loaded, Dad took off for Bottineau as fast as he could. I was hot and muddy and soaked so I went home to clean up. He was only half way to Bottineau and he blew out a new back tire on the pickup. That wouldn’t have been so bad but the bang and the shaking scared the bull and he went nuts trying to get out again. Dad changed the tire and kept the bull in the rack by whacking his head with the tire iron. He made it to Davidson’s and dropped the bull off. When he got back to Dunseith, he went to the Standard station, then run by Bob Lemke, to get the new tire replaced. It had started raining so Bob told Dad to drive the pickup inside. Dad asked him if the stock rack would clear the garage door and Bob said it would–drive in. It didn’t and tore the door off the track and it fell on top of the stock rack. They got it off and replaced the tire and Dad came home for supper. He told me to take the stock rack back to Cliff Halvorson’s before something else happens. I went across Main street and dropped Dad off for a city council meeting and then turned south one block west of the old police station. When I got to Leo Lamoureux’s house, I looked both directions and nothing was coming so I started into the intersection. There are/were some evergreens on the south side of Leo’s house and from behind those trees came a car at a speed for the highway, not city streets. The guy was hurrying to get his son to a baseball game and was late. The police estimated his speed at around 45-50 MPH. He slammed into the drivers door on Dad’s big 3/4 ton International pickup and all hell broke loose! I remember seeing the car just a split second before impact and then BANG! The pickup cab buckled and the windshield shattered and the dash went up in a V in the middle. My head went through the side window and it actually felt soft for a second. Things also seemed like slow motion. The guy’s car went on the east side of Evelyn Gottbreht’s house and the pickup was propelled through her lilac bushes and toward the west on the north side of her house, ending up near the west end of the house. Dad’s big tool box was sitting on the floor and it slammed into the drivers door—with my left foot between the two. It nearly broke my leg and cut my ankle pretty deep. I had cuts all over my face and neck from the side window and was a bloody mess. Bob Whiteshield was the cop and I told him my dad was at a city council meeting so he took me over to the police station, still bleeding and limping on my sore ankle. I can still remember Dad jumping up when he saw me and saying, “NOW WHAT!” I just said, ‘Now, I had a wreck.” I wore glasses then and I found them the next day laying in the intersection smashed into tiny bits. They must have flown off my face, through the side window glass, and over the top of the car, to be laying in the intersection where they were. Many people drove by to look at the wreck and I suppose many of them ran over my glasses not knowing they were there. The other driver and his son were bruised up too but none of us went to the hospital. Later that night, Dad said, “Next year on June 8th, we’re all staying in bed.” Thanks Gary!




George & Evelyn Gottbreht

Remembrance from Mark Schimetz (70): Rolette, ND

Hi Gary, I recall another remembrance of Evelyn Gottbreht, and George, Told to me by Louis Schimetz, my Dad. It took place during the Prohibition years. George had bought a new car and decided to go to Canada and get some whiskey. He and My grandfather, decided to take Johns old car in case they got caught, leaving his new car at home. Evelyn must have been at work. So when George and John got back home they stopped at Georges house and stole a few of Evelyn’s Chickens, as they were going to have big poker bash at John Schimetz’s farm, (Where Terry Halvorson now lives). So the boys were having a blast, that is until Georges’ new car comes engine roaring and clattering into John Schimetz’ farm yard. All were wondering who was driving Georges new Car. They all knew that Evelyn didn’t drive? But before they knew what was going a shotgun blast shoots the ground in front of Georges new car, and one mad as hell Evelyn Gottbrehdt, rolled out and the expletive’s and buckshot aimed at George and the rest of the at Party goers, continued until they got out of range and She was out of Shells. Georges new car was never the same. Mad at losing all those chickens, Evelyn decided it was time to learn how to drive. She managed to get the car into Low gear and put the gas to the floor until she got to the party to take issue with George and who ever else involved in. Yes in deed she was quit a lady.
Mel Kuhn is a bachelor
Message from Mel Kuhn (70): St. John, ND.
Howdy Gary,
I thought I better let Larry H. & Bill G. know that my wife is gone to Bismarck to a workshop for the week and I’m just starting into day three and I still have dishes left. The trouble is is that she may be gone for 2 weeks if she gets a call from our daughter in Bozeman, MT. She is due to have her first child on Monday. If she is gone for 2 weeks the dish situation is going to turn into a problem again. She told me that there is some paper plates and plastic silverware somewhere but I really wasn’t paying that much attention, I was just trying to get her car loaded so she could get going. I didn’t want her to be late you know. I don’t much care for paper plates so I thought that if she got the Montana call that she could just swing by here on the way and do up the dishes quick like. I thought there to be nothing wrong with this idea but I could tell by the look that she gave me that I guess not. So paper plates it is, as this time she didn’t leave the checkbook with me to buy new ones. I’ll be running borderline on kettles and frying pans but I did go to a rummage sale this summer where the proceeds were going to a good cause and I picked up a half dozen or pans of various sizes. It does get a little clumsy making a pack of Ramen Noodles in a 8 quart kettle, but what the heck it beats doing dishes. I was thinking of trying to join up with the Senior Citizen’s Club and maybe getting in on this meals on wheels delivery deal. What do you think guys?
Mel Kuhn
Mel, All I can say is, you have a very understanding wife. Don’t ever let go of her. Gary
The Meaning of the Folded Flag
From Don Martel (Teacher): Rosemount, MN
Just thought that if you have another slow day you could use this as a filler. Some of my students may remember some of this being on a test, or maybe they have lost their memory like I have.


The Meaning of Folding the Flag.


Do you know that at military funerals, the 21-gun salute stands for the sum of the numbers in the year 1776?

Have you ever noticed the honor guard pays meticulous attention to
correctly folding the United States of America Flag 13 times? You probably thought it was to symbolize the original 13 colonies, but we learn something new every day!

The 1st fold of the flag is a symbol of life.

The 2ndfold is a symbol of the belief in eternal life.

The 3rd fold is made in honor and remembrance of the veterans departing the ranks who gave a portion of their lives for the defense of the country to attain peace throughout the world.

The 4th fold represents the weaker nature, for as American citizens
trusting in God, it is to Himwe turn in times of peace as well as in time of war forHis divine guidance.

The 5th fold is a tribute to the country, for in the words of Stephen
Decatur, ‘Our Country, in dealing with other countries, may she always be right; but it is still our country, right or wrong.’

The 6th fold is for where people’s hearts lie. It is with their heart that
they pledge allegiance to the flag of the United States Of America , and the Republic for which it stands, one Nation underGod, indivisible, with Liberty and Justice for all.

The 7th fold is a tribute to its Armed Forces, for it is through the Armed Forces that they protect their country and their flag against all her enemies, whether they be found within or without the boundaries of their republic.

The 8th fold is a tribute tothe one who entered into the valley of the
shadow of death
, that we might see the light of day.

The 9th fold is a tribute to womanhood, and Mothers. For it has been
through their faith, their love, loyalty and devotion that the character of the men and women who have made this country great has been molded.

The 10th fold is a tribute to the father, for he, too, has given his sons
and daughters for the defense of their country since they were first born.

The 11th fold represents the lower portion of the seal of King David and King Solomon and glorifies in the Hebrews eyes, theGod of Abraham, Isaac and Jacob.

The 12th fold represents an emblem of eternity and glorifies, in the
Christians eyes,God the Father, the Son and Holy Spirit.

The 13th fold, or when the flag is completely folded, the stars are
uppermost reminding them of their nations motto,‘In God We Trust.’

After the flag is completely folded and tucked in, it takes on the
appearance of a cocked hat, ever reminding us of the soldiers who served under General George Washington, and the Sailors and Marines who served under Captain John Paul Jones, who were followed by their comrades and shipmates in the Armed Forces of the United States, preserving for them the rights, privileges and freedoms they enjoy today.

There are some traditions and ways of doing things that have deep meaning.

In the future, you’ll see flags folded and now you will know why.

Share this with the children you love and all others who love what is
referred to, the symbol of ‘ Liberty and Freedom.’


Fred Kofoid kills large Lynx near Bottineau
Clipping posted by Neola Kofoid Garbe: Minot & Bottineau, ND
I happened to find this old clipping of Fred with the lynx he shot in 1972. Fred was the son of Otto/Emelia Petterson Kofoid. Fred/Wilma and family lived about a mile and a half east of “the fairground corner” in Bottineau. Fred’s brother, Henry Kofoid and family lived about half a mile farther east.
Folks, Fred Kofoid (Deceased) was a cousin to Neola’s dad and my dad. Fred’s wife, Wilma, lives at the Oak Manor apartments in Bottineau.


This is another rare day without any postings. Today is our bowling day, so I’m putting this a little earlier than normal too.
The construction on our house addition is coming along great. It should be nearly wrapped up in several weeks. The painters came onboard Monday. All the windows will be installed Friday followed with the doors. Then we can open up the doorway into the main house. We currently have 9 folks working with a total daily payroll of about $55.
Bottineau Legion Picture:
Folks, A while back we nearly nailed this photo identifying those in it. Can any of you identify or take a guess at who the three unidentified guys are? Thanks, Gary



Top Row: Tony Jundt, Bob Stokes, Carle Kirkeby, Alex Brusven

Row 5: Peter Wold, James Jacobson, Don Newberger, Harlan Renick (front of Alex Brusven)
Row 4: John Molberg, Loren Renick, Oscar Sletto (worked at Bottineau Creamery)?,______
Row 3: Albert Dravland, Carl Freeman, Walter Trengen, Harold Refling
Row 2: Herman Thuve, ______, Martin Vinje?, Clarence Helgeson, _____
Row 1: Leland Simek, Wally Gangle, Joe Houle, Lloyd Jelleberg, Leo Zorn, Freeman Thorleifson



Uncle Harry Hiatt’s rememberance
From Connie Fauske Monte (62): Santa Barbara, CA
Gary: This email about Uncle Harry, brings back so many memories. I remember the day Uncle Harry died, vividly, Mother cried so hard. I don’t remember a lot about Uncle Harry, but do remember he was a very gentle person, I’m pretty sure all of the great nieces and nephews would say all of my Granddad’s brothers and he were all kind and gentle. Seeing my grandfather (John Hiatt) come to our house was a highlight of our young lives.
Reply from Kay Hildebrant: Murrieta, CA.
Gary, I live in Murrieta, California. It’s in Southern CA–in the “Valley of the Mist.” The fog comes in over the mountains from the Pacific during the night; when the sun comes up in the morning, the fog retreats back over the mountains. Temecunga is the Indian name for “Valley of the Mist.” Kay

Reply from Aggie Cassavant (69): Fort Mill, SC
Hi Gary, In ref. to my bowling story, you asked if all is well between my sister and I. Most definately….One thing I have always been so thankful about my family for is that we are not a family who holds grudges. I”m not saying we have agreed on everything over the years…but never grudges. When I hear of families who fight over inheritence,and other crazy stuff, and don’t speak to each other for years is the saddest thing I’ve ever heard. I can’t even imagine.I can’t think of anything in this world that would be worth the loss of the love and commuication of my family….Nothing… I was blessed with the best,and I thank God for each and every one of them…Amen…Aggie

All living 16 Casavant family siblings
City / State / ZIP
1 Casavant Boucher Bernadette   Dickinson, ND (701) 483-   Willow City
2 Casavant Paul   West Fargo, ND (701) 541-    
3 Casvant Marchand Yvonne   Bismarck, ND 58504 (701) 214- yvonnemarchand44@yahoo  
4 Casavant Boucher Annette   Minot, ND (701) 871- No email address 60
5 Casavant Aamodt Lorette 5124th St SE Rugby, ND 58368 (701) 776- No email address 61
6 Casavant Joseph PO Box 31 Lester Prairie, MN 55354 (320) 395- joecasavant@hotmail.com 65
7 Casavant Rene 2400 93rd St SE Bismarck ND 58504 701) 391- kendracasavant@hotmail.comRene’s Neice Kendra email 65
8 Casavant Aime 1001 Ninth St SW Jamestown, ND 58401 (701) 952- aimecasavant@daktel.com 66
9 Casavant Gerald 804 6th Ave SE Jamestown, ND 58402 (701) 952-C 701-320- geraldcasavant@yahoo.com 66
10 Casavant-Boucher Mary Ann RR # 2 Rolette, ND 58366 (701) 246- jmbouch@utma.com 67
11 Casavant Aggie 382 Sweetgum Dr Fort Mill, SC 29715 803-389- aggiedee7@yahoo.com 69
12 Casavant Eddie 1112 Portland #303 Bismarck, ND 58504 (701) 400- No email address 71
13 Casavant Robert 2400 93rd St SE Bismarck, ND 58504 (701) 220- No email address 71
14 Casavant James 1526 Sixth Ave NE Jamestown, ND 58401 (701) 952- jimcasavant@yahoo.com 73
15 Casavant Ellingson Kathy 1223 Portland Dr Bismarck, ND 58504 (701) 223- C(701) 400- kathybsc@yahoo.com 74
16 Casavant Halvorson Carolee 403 W Avenue F Bismarck, ND 58501 (701) 224- cjhalvo@yahoo.com 75


“Field of Honor.”

Message/pictures from Kay Hidebrandt:

Gary, My community in California has recognized our veterans with a “Field of Honor.” 2,000 flags were flown at the Town Square Park for the week of Nov. 7 through 13th. Sponsors purchased flags for $35 (I bought one in memory of my husband, who served in Germany during WW11). There were ceremonies or concerts every day, and the annual parade on Thursday. There were also flags of the 27 versions of the Stars and Stripes. It was a beautiful sight, seeing all of the flags, and I thought I’d share it with you. Kay Hildebrandt

Thank you Kay for sharing.
Folks, Kay’s mother was a Thompson from the Ackworth community. Her mother was a cousin to Robert, Corbin & Winifred (Eurich) Pritchard; Ella Pladson & Esther Tangen.
PS – Kay, I do not have your city and state in my records.

Evelyn Gottbreht – pictures/reply

From Sharron Gottbreht Shen (59): Everett, WA
Hi Gary,

Grandma Evelyn was blessed in her long relationship with the Schmitze family. I love the fact that Mark and probably all the children of Louis and Stella watched for her and her day to day needs. When Evelyn first returned from Seattle, she lived in the house that looks like a Dutch barn just as Lloyd Awalt mentioned. When the Simmarods moved to Dunseith from Dickenson to be near there father at the San, Grams moved into the wee house west of the Link home formerly rented by the Ray Lake family. This same house became home to the Brodeks and Grams moved again. It was there that I would pin curl Evelyn’s hair every Saturday so she might frou-frou nice for Sunday Mass. If she did not start right in on local history and personalities, I would ask some leading question and the stories spilled forth. Mark probably remembers her residence near the school – she thought her wood cutters and other guardians were directed to her door by St. Michael the Archangel!

Yes, Grandma’s stepfather, Joseph Cartier Lafrance, was a “Rough Rider” a nickname used for the First US Volunteer Cavalry formed by T Roosevelt from western cowboys and NY athletes [TR was a NY National Gaurdsman]. They were an independent lot and quick to learn the elements of war. Roosevelt dressed them in khaki [a first] and equipped them with new Krag-Jorgensen rifles [smokeless powder]. The volunteers assembled in San Antonio, TX 15 May 1898, a May 28th they headed for Tampa Bay, FL. Here Roosevelt had to commandeer an empty coal train to get his 10,000 troopers the 9 miles to the bay and ship transport Yucatan. Because Jos. Lawrence was a bugler, I would think he stayed close to his commander. I know that he was later promoted to the company marching band. There is no doubt that the soldiers saw duty in more than one capacity. After the first engagement ashore, there were 8 dead and 34 wounded June 23. At San Juan River, the Rough Riders pushed regular army forward and themselves to the front of action at Kettle Hill June 30. Roosevelt pushed on to his moment of fame, the charge of San Juan Hill. Only a few Riders followed him and he returned in heavy fire and charged again with full company. The Rough Riders dug in and held there hill for 10+ days. The Spanish surrendered July 17.

Malaria and Yellow Fever hit the troops and Roosevelt was anxious to remove his men from Cuba. On August 7, 1998 they boarded the transport Miami and sailed to Montauk, NY where TR had created Camp Wikoff. All the troopers spent a 6 week Quarantine. The Rough Riders presented Roosevelt with the famous bronze sculpture, “The Bronco” and were mustered out. Mauntauk an the northeaster tip of Long Island is a favorite get-a-way for Ivan and Nora. They brought us there after Shen family cruise to NB, Canada 2008. I visited the Theodore Roosevelt/Rough Rider display at the lighthouse museum, but Camp Wikoff was undergoing refurbishment and closed to the public. Because of Evelyn and Joe Lafrance, all very moving . Some years after the Spanish American War, TR invited all members of the 1st Vol Cav to his ranch at Oyster Bay, Long Island. According to Evelyn, TR called forward Joe Lafrance by name. I do not know if TR and Joe met before or after the Sp Amer War, it is known that Joe was guide and saddle partner for TR when he visited his ranches near Medora and explored the Bad Lands. Joe Lafrance was a school mate of Grover Cleavland in MA.

Many notes from the TR Centennial Website used. Sharron

Joseph and Louise Lafrance 1923





Grandma Evelyn Gottbreht


Mr. Lykins Teaching

Reply from Dick Johnson (68): Dunseith, ND
Gary and Friends,

How well I remember Mr. Lykins teaching us ‘General Business’ in ’64. I remember how he hypothetically had us invest in the stock market and then watch the paper every day to see how our stocks were doing. He told us to invest in two companies to keep from losing everything if one collapsed. I invested in Coca Cola because it was stable and then took a shot at Polaroid because I had read about the new camera that they were coming out with called a ‘Land’ camera.A guy named Land was the actual inventor. It could produce instant pictures as you took them. I remember how the Polaroid stocks appreciated and then divided several times and if I would have actually invested real money, I would have made several thousand dollars in just a few months. One of the other guys went with stocks in Arctic Cat and he also would have done real well.

My typing instructor was Jim Olson. I was relegated to the back row where Big John Boguslawski and I fumbled away on the old black Royal manual typewriters. Gary’s score might have been 52 words but mine was 32 if I remember correctly. When we had typing speed tests, John and I would have a word or two done and we would hear Gwen Grimme’s electric typewriter go ‘ching’ when she hit the end of the first line! I remember how we would cuss under our breath, knowing how far we were dropping behind! Gwen was a wiz at typing and went on to teach at the college level. Several of the girls had real good error free typing speeds, but those of us in the back row were just hoping we would pass! Thanks Gary!

Dick, Even though this typing class more than likely brought your GPA down, I’ll bet you have never kicked yourself in the pants for ever having taken it. With the introduction of computers I saw so many senior managers struggling so hard, one fingering the keyboard. With the inception of computers, many of the senior managers lost their secretarial help. They were on their own typing all their memos and email correspondence. Our department in the Shipyard went from three secretaries from the 80’s back to none from the 90’s forward.
I’ll bet you type a lot faster than 32 words/minute now though. I had two errors with my 52 words/minute. Just for kicks I took one of those on line typing tests a while back. I had great speed with about 85 words, with a whole lot of errors. I know spell check will correct most of the errors, so I have become very careless. Not good.
Surprisingly that typing class came quite easily for me. I was surprised. Just for kicks, I took a quarter of typing at the Forestry. Shirley Beith was the teacher. She and her husband owned Bottineau Floral. After Jim, her husband, died she quit teaching and ran the floral shop full time. Shirley passed away several years ago too.
1970 draft lottery
Reply from Dick Johnson (68): Dunseith, ND
Gary and Friends,

Thanks to Bill Grimme for the link to the draft lottery. I clicked on 1970 and went to July 20, my birthday, and there was the old number I remember so well–187. Some things stick in the mind! I remember Dec. 1, 1969–the day of the drawing for the lottery. I was in class at the Forestry and ran to the student union to watch it on TV. When I got to the door, I met Bruce Keller coming out. I asked him if the lottery deal was on yet? He said, “Yeah, it’s on and I just won the damn thing!” I think his birth date was drawn at number 8, if I remember right. He was in! Thanks Gary!


Dick, I had already been drafted and was in Viet Nam when the first lotto for 1970 was drawn. Just for kicks I checked what my number would have been. That number (27) too has been stuck in my mind all these years. I’m one day behind you on the calendar, but 3 years ahead of you in years. I also remember my service number too – US55932153. Shortly after I was drafted, they started using our SSN for our service number. I still have many SSN numbers of my fellow soldiers listed on a whole lot of correspondence and orders in my 201 personnel file of which I have a copy of. The privacy acts came into place years later. Can you believe my 201 file is about 2″ thick. I’ll bet the 201 file number beings back memories for a whole lot of you prior service folks. Gary


  Jan Feb Mar Apr May Jun Jul Aug Sep Oct Nov Dec
1 305 086 108 032 330 249 093 111 225 359 019 129
2 159 144 029 271 298 228 350 045 161 125 034 328
3 251 297 267 083 040 301 115 261 049 244 348 157
4 215 210 275 081 276 020 279 145 232 202 266 165
5 101 214 293 269 364 028 188 054 082 024 310 056
6 224 347 139 253 155 110 327 114 006 087 076 010
7 306 091 122 147 035 085 050 168 008 234 051 012
8 199 181 213 312 321 366 013 048 184 283 097 105
9 194 338 317 219 197 335 277 106 263 342 080 043
10 325 216 323 218 065 206 284 021 071 220 282 041
11 329 150 136 014 037 134 248 324 158 237 046 039
12 221 068 300 346 133 272 015 142 242 072 066 314
13 318 152 259 124 295 069 042 307 175 138 126 163
14 238 004 354 231 178 356 331 198 001 294 127 026
15 017 089 169 273 130 180 322 102 113 171 131 320
16 121 212 166 148 055 274 120 044 207 254 107 096
17 235 189 033 260
073 098 154 255 288 143 304
18 140 292 332 090 278 341 190 141 246 005 146 128
19 058 025 200 336 075 104 227 311 177 241 203 240
20 280 302 239 345 183 360 187 344 063 192 185 135
21 186 363 334 062 250 060 027 291 204 243 156 070
22 337 290 265 316 326 247 153 339 160 117 009 053
23 118 057 256 252 319 109 172 116 119 201 182 162
24 059 236 258 002 031 358 023 036 195 196 230 095
25 052 179 343 351 361 137 067 286 149 176 132 084
26 092 365 170 340 357 022 303 245 018 007 309 173
27 355 205 268 074 296 064 289 352 233 264 047 078
28 077 299 223 262 308 222 088 167 257 094 281 123
29 349 285 362 191 226 353 270 061 151 229 099 016
30 164 —- 217 208 103 209 287 333 315 038 174 003
31 211 —- 030 —- 313 —- 193 011 —- 079 —- 100


When I had yesterday’s blog ready to send we had a power failure. I thought I had everything saved, only to discover after I had sent it out that I did not. I went back and retrieved what I remembered got lost for today’s message. I’m hoping I did not miss any. As I’ve said before, If what you send me is not posted or if I have not replied to you, then I have not received it or it has gotten lost.
This morning when I got up my 22″ monitor was on the blink, so I’m adjusting to a much smaller one until I get the other one fixed.
Reply from Bob Lykins (Teacher): Hutto, TX



In reference to your’s and Mr. Danielson’s typing skills; somewhere, in the stack of boxes in my closet, I still have my grade books from my classes in Dunseith. I don’t know why I kept them. Maybe I thought they might be worth something some day. You know, like, “Send me 20 bucks or I’ll show your kids your high school grades.” If you wish I guess I could research your grades. Thanks for the nice words, Gary. It always makes an old teacher feel good to know what s/he tried to do was/is appreciated.



Bob, For my part you certainly don’t need to dig those records out. I’ll let the others speak for themselves. I think my 52 words per minute was about average. I have gotten so spoiled with the ease of correcting mistakes with the computer. It would take a lot of discipline to go back to the typewriters. Gary


Tribute to the American flag

Link provided by Tim Martinson (69): Anchorage, AK


Tim, It’s great hearing from you. We miss all those nice stories. Gary




Draft, Armed Forces, careers

Reply from Keith Pladson (66): Stafford, VA

It is so interesting to hear the stories of others of the community who either did or did not serve in our Armed Forces, and what circumstances took place that effected whether they did or did not serve. Over the course of my life I’ve often reflected back on the ironic situation in my own family. Of six brothers (actually seven, but one, David, died very young), only one ever served. The oldest two and two of my younger ones each had some kind of medical condition that disqualified them for the draft, and the draft was abolished before the very youngest was old enough. In my case I had had rheumatic fever when I was 15 and as a result had a permanent heart murmur. I also took penicillin shots every month thereafter to be protected against future infections. However, after high school, I decided (rather foolishly) that I no longer needed those shots and quite going to the doctor. In any case, when I was notified to go down for my draft physical, I was certain that with my medical history and heart condition (and especially because of the medical conditions that disqualified my two older brothers) I would absolutely not qualify. Well, I couldn’t have been more wrong — I was classified 1A, and as I’ve mentioned previously in this blog, did serve two years in the US Army.

In hind sight, I am glad I served and I know I gained much more from the experience than it cost me. I’ve always believed that there are two ways to gain an education in your life; by taking formal classes and by the broadening aspects of travel and meeting new people. In the two years I spent in the Army, I met other troops from just about every state, and was exposed to many view points and ideas that in some cases were diametrically different than mine. Though these new ideas and view points did effect my perceptions of the Viet Nam war, they did not change my feelings of patriotism and, in deed, the pride I took in wearing the uniform.

After my discharge from the Army, I chose to stay in the Washington DC area and to work for the Federal Government as a civilian employee. I spent well over 30 years in a civilian capacity and all of it with Department of Defense organizations. I continued to meet new people wearing the various uniforms of the Military (Army, Navy, etc) and became close friends with many of them. I am a big supporter of a strong military (though not always the decisions by the civilians in charge on how/where/when to use them) and have nothing but respect for what they do for us as a nation.

So on this Veterans Day, I salute all former and current US Military members and thank all of you for what you did and are still doing today.

Thank you Gary,

Keith Pladson (66)

Keith, What a great letter? So well written. Gary



Selective Service Lottery History

Link provided by Bill Grimme (65): Birmingham, AL.




Here is a link to a short history of the draft lottery. Folks can look up their number, if they forgot it, by checking the appropriate results link on the page.




Teaching the National Anthem in School
From Neola Kofoid Garbe: neolag@min.midco.net Minot & Bottineau, ND

Hi Everyone,


This is a great video. There are actually 5 verses to our Nation Anthem. I taught my students (third and fourth graders (in Minot) the first verse and the fourth verse. Naturally, they didn’t understand exactly what they were singing and what it meant–even thought we discussed. My hope was they learned it well enough so it would be familiar when they were older and could comprehend it. The marine in this video sings the four verse; he does a FANTASTIC job. ng


Evelyn Gottbreht picture
Reply from Sharron Gottbreht Shen (59): sharron_shen@msn.com Everett, WA
The picture Mark refers to was printed in a TMS issue, perhaps about 1930.. Perhaps Evelyn let them use her original. I do not remember it at her home and know that numerous heirloom photos were lost in the Grand Forks flood at Arla Gottbreht Hendricksons many years ago now. My cousins in Sandpoint promised a copy of the item; still waiting. If I had the date, I’m sure the staff in Rolla would send a copy. One of those threads I’ve failed to reel in. Thanks Mark and Gary, Sharron
Bugle Boy Dwight Lang
Reply/picture from Dwight Lang (61):


Here’s your Bugle Boy. The photo is stamped Mar 62, but that was when it was developed. I think the picture was taken more likely in 60 or 61. I was in the Army in 62 and 63.


I played the taps as the caskets were lowered in many Military Funeral processions for several years with the legion’s men. I see from the brochure where Raymond Gillies’ funeral was in April of 56. I would have been a ripe old man, 12 years of age. I was honored beyond measure to be a part of and be in the presence of Dunseith’s best. I was always touched by the solemn occasion and the sound of rifle shots from the firing squad. I tried my best to perform accordingly and to the best of my abilities.


But there was one ceremony that I’m afraid your Bugle Boy struggled. It was at the Ackworth Cemetery and my great uncle, Harry Hiatt, had passed away. Uncle Harry was loved by all his great nieces and nephews. Of course my thoughts were on my Uncle Harry especially as his casket was lowered. It was time for me to play. The tears in my eyes were no problem, but the lump in my throat made breathing control difficult at best. A very choked up version of the taps emitted from the bugle. That was one day this Bugle Boy will never, ever forget. I’m sure my Uncle Harry has forgiven me for that sorry performance. I know the Legionnaires did. They understood.






Harmen Hiatt Family siblings picture




This is a picture of all of your great uncles and aunt on your mother, Charlotte Hiatt Lang’s, side of the family. John, standing back right, was your Granddad.


Folks, take note how much Norman Hiatt resembled his uncle Amos standing in the back left of this picture. Willie, seated in front, was Norman’s dad.


Many and I mean a whole lot of you readers are direct decedents of the folks pictured in this photo.


I remember well when Harry died. He lived in a log cabin several miles north of us very close to the Canadian border. Harry died at the age of 52 in October 1955. Jim Hiatt (67) was with Harry at his place when he died. Jim would have been 6 years old at the time. Elwood Fauske was doing some brushing close by in the area. Jim went out and flagged him down to tell him Harry had collapsed in the Pump house. You know, Elwood told me the story again this past spring when I saw him and I think this is what I remember him saying. Elwood said when they went back to the buildings, Harry was already gone. Harry used to drive by our place everyday in his pickup on his way to Margie and Willie’s.


After Harry’s death, Stanley & Alex Gilje along with their nephew, Carl Myhre from Rolette bought his farm. Stanley & Alex are both gone now, but Carl still owns the farm today. Carl is the banker in Rolette. When I called Carl a year or so ago he told me he is semi retired. He said he still has an office in the bank and comes and goes incognito.





The first four generations of the Harmon Hiatt family tree








Nevaeh, Our Granddaughter is 6 years old today.

Today (Yesterday for us), November 12th is Nevaeh (heaven spelled backwards), our granddaughter’s birthday. Nevaeh lives with her mother, our daughter Sheryl and her dad, Jason, in Bremerton, WA. Neveah is a little girl of many words and is always well aware of her surroundings. She took a special liking to Cheryl Haagenson when we were in Seattle for the Alaska Cruise last year. Nevaeh, like her mother, is a gifted child. I can honestly say this has been passed down from mother to daughter to granddaughter.
Reply to Sharron Gottbreht about Evelyn Gottbreht (59)
From Mark Schimetz (70): Rolette, ND

I use to split wood and help Evelyn clean up her yard and garden, I had many cups of tea with this remarkable woman, and the scenario that explained her life most, was an old Serpa or Black and white photo she had placed over a shelf in her living room. She had told me she was with a medical group, during Teddy Roosevelt’s time and charge on San Juan hill. The photo showed a covered wagon, harnessed by 4 black mules, the crew in front of the covered wagon which had a large Red Cross on the Canvas behind the group. She was a very proud woman and I heard many stories sitting at her kitchen table. This story I never forgot over the years. I often wondered what happened to that photo and others of Evelyn’s.
Message/Picture from Mark Schimetz (70): Rolette, ND

Reid Schimetz (C. W. Moss) Kathy Schimetz ( Bonnie Parker) and Mark Schimetz, aka (Clyde Barrow) circa. 1957. Louis Schimetz had met and talked to with C. W. Moss, in a Minneapolis Theater, seems he unknowingly sat right next to him. In response to the Movie, C. W. kept saying, that isn’t how it happened. He kept denying parts of the film. Later over drinks, was the rest of the story.
Reid, Kathy & Mark Schimetz




Bottineau’s Craft and Bake Sale:


Posted By Neola Kofoid Garbe: Minot & Bottineau, ND



Hi Gary,
Will you include this flyer in today’s newsletter, please? Thanks.
Lloyd and Peggy Davidson Nelson will be Mr./Mrs. Santa. I understand the stage is really decorated; Mr./Mrs. Claus will be up there. Children can have their pictures taken and also choose a gift up on the stage.


Dunseith Alumni Website
Folks, With yesterday’s message I had several requests for the link to our Alumni Website. Gary

Effie & Art Espe Memories

Reply from Vickie Metcalfe (70): Bottineau, ND




You’re welcome. Effie and Art Espe were wonderful, kind, “salt of the earth” neighbors and Little Prairie Lutheran’s to the north.


In the winter months, Sunday’s church service was held in homes where many of the folks of Little Prairie, including the Espe’s gathered for fellowship. Coffee and the hotdish main course was provided by the host couple. The other ladies brought the deserts, koolaide, and condiments.

I know friends and cousins who still have and use recipe’s from those Little Prairie Ladies Aide women of those days long past .

A still and pleasant time of long ago when neighbors visited, dropping in, or “going visiting” arriving in the homes and oft times “rubbering on the crank telephones.

My parents thought alot of “Effa and Jessa”, as my father fondly called the House sisters, Effie Espe and Jessie Millang, whose brother, Dick was married to my dad’s niece, my cousin, Bertha (Metcalfe).

I recall, Mom & Dad and our family “visiting” many a Friday or Saturday night, at the Art and Effie Espes’ or Doug and Marlene Strikers. The easy conversation and light humour flowed. Always, “The Norweigian coffee pot on and a little lunch” before we journeyed home with the feelings of contentment.

Throughout my childhood, I always knew, there was a connection with Mavis (Espe) Johnson. Also, through common “visiting” family news, Mavis husband, Wesley Johnson, was the brother to Bernice (Johnson) Metcalfe aka, Mrs. Billy Metcalfe.ie. My cousin, Billy.

During my years teaching in Montana, I heard concerns, from teacher friends from Libby about “terrible” illnesses many people living in that area suffered, the result of asbestos mines. And I hoped Effie’s family was out of harms way.

I offer my humble sympathies to the Espe family in their loss. Fondly, Vickie

Mavis Espe Johnson’s obituary
Posted by Vickie Metcalfe (70): Bottineau, ND
Note: Mavis was Monte (68) and Merlin (59) Espe’s sister.



Mavis E. Johnson, 74, died peacefully on Tuesday, Oct. 26, 2010 with her husband and two daughters at her side at Libby Care Center.

She was born Nov. 10, 1935 at Dunseith, N.D., the daughter of Arthur and Effie (House) Espe.

She loved cooking for her family, working at the 4B’s Restaurant and being outside with her flowers. She was a member of the VFW Ladies Auxiliary for many years.

She was preceded in death by her parents, three sons, Clifford, Doug and Russell, and a grandson, Tanner.

Survivors include her husband of 56 years, Wesley Johnson of Libby; six children, Pam and husband Smitty, Kevin and wife Dalene, Kim, Tammy and husband Mitch, Katie and husband James, and Coral; 22 grandchildren, Katina, Shelley, Jimmy, O. J., Shea, Nikki, Dannielle, Chad, Brandon, Josh, Stormy, Dalton, Brad, Cory, Doug, Austin, Kody, Brandi, Levi, Brody, Jason, Keeli; and 12 great-grandchildren.

Services were Monday, Nov. 1 at the Assembly of God Church in Libby Montana.

Military Veterans and DOD Civilians
Message from Bob Lykins (Teacher): Hutto, TX



While we take time to honor our military veterans I just want to put in a word of thanks to all of those Department of Defense civilians who support our military. Their service is not just limited to the United States, but also extends to our military locations all across the globe including combat zones. While in most cases their sacrifices are not as great as those serving in the military, they do, in a number of situations, make great sacrifices and in some cases, the ultimate one. As a DOD retiree I am very proud of my service to the military and I am grateful to my country for allowing me to serve those who serve.


Bob Lykins

Gary and Friends,

The draft lottery wasn’t quite as simple as I made it sound. The plan was to go through the number 200 with the draft in 1969. As I said, my number was 187. During the first week of December ’69, I received my orders to be in Fargo for induction on January 6, 1970. It kind of set me back and I quit going to class at the Forestry and basically just goofed off and partied. Then during the week between Christmas and New Years, a short news announcement came on the TV one evening where a rep from the Selective Service said, “Because of more birth dates with low numbers and unexpected enlistments, the number will not be 200, but 185. If your number is 185 you ARE drafted. If your number is 186 you are NOT drafted.” My number was 187! I immediately called the Rolette County Draft Board chairman, Velma Raasaka in Rolla and asked her what this meant for me? She said, “You don’t go.” I asked what I should do with my orders? She said to throw them away. I didn’t do that! It was early February and I got another letter from Selective Service that contained my new draft status–I think it was 1H which meant you had been available and not chosen and were no longer in the draft. The next thing I had to do was to go and explain to my teachers why I hadn’t been going to class. For the most part, they were understanding and let me catch up. I did maybe call in a few favors too! I’ll never tell. Oh well. I remember my dad telling me what his draft card designation was–AWC. I asked him what that meant? He said, “After women and children.” Not a time to be funny! Thanks Gary!


Dick, I’ll bet you still have your draft notice too? I’m kicking my self in the butt for not keeping mine.
On another subject, with Mr. Lykins reply today. I’m reminded of a little card that I carried around in my billfold for nearly forty years that I received from him. It stated that I could type 52 words per minute following the completion of his typing class. This was on the old Pica Manual typewriters too. Cleaning things out for preparation to come to the PI, that little card got misplaced. Over the course of a life time and with the computer age, that was one of the most beneficial classes I ever took. Mr Lykins was a great teacher too. He was firm and insistent with our repetition practices that we use the right fingers for the right keys. He’d walk up and down the Aisle way making sure we were doing just that too.
Dan Danielson, if memory serves me correctly, you were one of the fastest typist in our day. I think your speed was double mine. You were a class ahead of me. Your typing skills were well known throughout the school. Gary


Blog Number 1,000
Folks, today’s blog is number 1,000. I did not start numbering from the beginning. As I previously mentioned, when we reached a thousand, I’d advance the number to 1,000 and continue on from there with the numbering of these blogs. The first Dunseith Alumni Blog that I have listed in my files was posted on 12/20/2007. Next month we will be going into year four. I have not yet posted most of 2008’s blogs on our Website. I keep saying as time permits, I’ll get that done. From 2009 to the present, they are all posted. Gary
Evelyn Gottbreht Memories – Green Beret Movie
Reply from Lloyd Awalt (44): Bottineau, ND

Hi Gary good looking building I suppose you are the foreman. Evelyn Gottbreht, I new her real well. We lived next to them when they lived (in the big barn) that’s what we called it . It is now gone. She was a very nice lady. She wasn’t very big, 4 feet or a little better but she had a big heart. Do any one remember the movie the Green Beret. John Wayne played the leading roll. When we got married we lived in the apartment up stairs. We rented from Evelyn. Lloyd Awalt

Green Beret Song & the filming of the Green Beret Movie

Reply from Cheryl Larson Dakin (71): BEDFORD, TX


The Ballad of the Green Beret song still brings tears to my eyes. We were in Ft. Benning, Georgia in 1967 when Dad went to Viet Nam and they came to film The Green Beret movie. The general’s house across the street from us was used as the Viet Cong headquarters. It was a big white colonial house with columns, very pristine, but they had a “mud” party to make it look like it was in the jungle. There was a big benefit at our stadium for the families whose men were in Viet Nam and John Wayne, Aldo Rey, Timothy Hutton all were there. They filmed all over post and it’s fun to see and recognize those places when I see the movie. But it doesn’t take growing up on army posts to become fiercely loyal to this country and to our flag and what it stands for. That’s so obvious when you hear speeches made by people like Evie and have an opportunity to participate in Flag Day and other patriotic celebrations throughout the year while growing up.
On Veterans Day November 11, as a nation, we honor and thank all those that have served in the United States Armed Forces. I want to add my thanks and gratitude to all of you that have served.
God Bless America
Cheryl Larson Dakin



Green Berets song and the Green Berets

Reply from Mark Schmitz (70): Rolette, ND


It was a number one hit in Dunseith as well, SSG, Barry Sadler sang the Green Berets song. The first and only Green Beret I ever knew was Jackie Spath from Dunseith, he was home in his Green Beret Uniform Driving a Jaguar XKE, Blue I think. His parents lived across from where city hall is now.





Reply from Dick Johnson (68): Dunseith, ND


Gary and Friends,

Lately we have been talking about patriotism and the seeming lack of it in our younger generation. During the Vietnam War, I was at the draft age and wasn’t that convinced we were doing the right thing with the ‘limited’ engagement strategy. This says nothing about how much I appreciate the sacrifices made by our soldiers during their time there. They did what their country asked them to do and should be honored as heroes. I wasn’t drafted because my lottery number was 187 and they ended at 185, inclusive, in ’69. There was no question of whether or not I would have gone–if chosen, I was in. The feeling was quite different for me a few years later when the Iranians took our embassy employees hostage in Tehran. I was ready and willing to go without hesitation. I think every red blooded American felt the same. No one has a right to do something like this to any American anywhere. We are in it together. My father-in-law said the same thing about WW II. We didn’t really want to get involved with the war until the Japanese hit Pearl Harbor. He went with some buddies to Minot to enlist and had to stand in line on the sidewalk! When the good old USA is threatened, you’d be surprised how many patriots are out there in the general public. My own perspective is that there should never be a ‘limited’ engagement. Either don’t do it or DO it! My humble opinion. Thanks Gary!


Dick, the draft lottery system came out in 1969 when I was in Viet Nam. I had already been drafted, but had I fallen into the lotto system, my number would have been 27. I’m not sure why, but those of us registered in Rolette County were somewhat older when we got our draft notices than those from other counties. I was nearly 21 when I got my letter from President Nixon. The first sentence read, “Congratulations, you have been selected”. I was working in the Shipyard in Bremerton, WA when I got my notice. I packed up my stuff the next day and drove back to ND. Bernice Stewart, a retired school teacher from Bottineau, let me store my belongings in one of the large closets of her house. Gary




Grandma Evelyn Gottbreht

Pictures/message from Sharron Gottbreht Shen (59): Everett, WA


Hi Gary,

Grandma Evelyn Gottbreht left for Seattle, WA early 1942. She stopped to see the Dale Gottbreht family in Emerado and left Shirley, age 11, in the care of Arla. Shirley spent the next year and a half at St John’s Academy in Fargo, ND. Holidays and summer were spent with Arla in Grand Forks or friends in Dunseith. She dreaded going back to this school and became sick with grief for Evelyn. Grandpa George took care of this; he sent her by troop train from Rugby to Seattle. Some soldier gave her his seat and sat on his luggage. Shirley told me about 2002 that it was a happy wonderful trip. She graduated from Sacred Heart Academy in the Seattle area about five years later.

In Seattle, Evelyn applied for service with the Army Corp of Engineers and was rejected because of age and size. The Women’s Army Corp were happy to put her to work. Shirley said “It was all nuts and bolts, and she was gone a lot.” She did do WAC canteen service but also traveled to Alaska with tank shipments. Her small build was an advantage for tank inspection. She gloried in the one visit of Ernie Pyle to the harbor and bragged of meeting “Black Jack” Pershing on a rare visit.

The group picture is of Dale holding George, Alma hid by Shirley, EJ and Sharron.

Still searching for Grams song. Thanks Gary. Sharron

Back: Dale Gottbreht holding George, Alma

Middle: Grandma Evelyn Gottbreht & Shirley

Front: EJ and Sharron Gottbreht






Grandma Evelyn Gottbreht






Raymond Gillies Funeral program


From Sharron Gottbreht Shen



Hello Gary,

My Aunt Flore Vandal Casavant kept many memorial cards of former Dunseith, Thorne, Rolette and Willow City friends. Although familiar with the Gillies name, I cannot now recall Raymond. His funeral service was at St. Louis Churach and full Military Honors at St. Anthony Cemetery. Perhaps someone would share his story.



Sharron, I see some familiar names on this program. I’ll bet someone knows some of the history of Raymond. I see Dwight Lang was the Bugler too.



Dwight, you were a pretty popular Bugler in those days.



I also see Eben Arends name listed too. I believe he was a brother to Irene (Norman) Hiatt. Jennings and Harem were also brothers to Irene (Norman) Hiatt. They were killed when their pickup went off the road into a creek in July 1955. As I remember, this happened on the Gardena Road south of Bottineau. Folks, please correct me if I’m wrong. I remember Harem well. He was married to Rosie. They lived on Bowers farm located on the east side of the Willow lake road one mile south of highway 43. Does anyone know what ever happened to Rosie? Is she still living? Gary






Patriotic Song teachings:
Reply from Janice Leonard Workman (56): Auburn, WA.

Hi GAary and all, I live in Auburn, Washington and we have the largest Veteran’s Day Parade west of the Mississippi. It lasted 2 hours and there were about 20 high school bands that took part. We heard many patriotic songs and marched/danced in place to all. One of the ladies that I was working with at one point said that she didn’t think her grandkids were taught any of the patriotic songs. She mused about it for a while and then said, “I guess I will have to teach them all those wonderful songs.” Our Wellness Team (from the Senior Center) sold hot dogs, coffee, hot chocolate, etc. at the parade. We did quite well as it rained part of the time and was cold all of the time. Thanks Gary for the blog. Janice Leonard Workman, class of 1956

Janice, With a two hour parade, you do have a large one. We lived just across the pond (Puget Sound) from you, in Bremerton, for 37 years. Winter is coming. How well I remember those cold wet rains this time of the year. The summers are gorgeous though. Gary

Mayo Clinics – Prostrate Cancer
Reply from David Slyter (70): Sabin, Mn

I have to totally agree with you about the Mayo Clinics and Hospitals down in Rochester Mn. I just got released from the Methodist Hospital and had many appointments in the Mayo Clinics. I had prostate cancer(diagnosed last April) and I decided to have a new surgery procedure called the robotics surgery. I would recommend it to anyone that needs any type of surgery. I went into surgery early morning of the 20th of October and was out on the 21st. Back to my home on that Friday the 22nd. And now I am back to work already(half days) on the 4th of Nov.

The staff of Drs. and nurses are incredible and they treat the patients with a lot of respect. I have been down there also with my esophagus treatments about two years ago and that is why I chose the robotic surgery cause they are so professional about doing things. I would recommend them to anybody.

Thanks Gary.
Dave Slyter (70)

Dave, We had no idea that you had prostrate surgery. I am so glad to hear that all went well with your quick recovery. Please keep us posted. Gary
“The Ballard of the Green Berets” song:
Reply from Neola Kofoid Garbe: Bottineau & Minot, ND.
It appears Keith is correct about “The Ballad of the Green Berets” was released in 1966.
The following info came from this site: http://www.songfacts.com/detail.php?id=4405
Album: The Ballad Of The Green Berets Released: 1966


Several of you have asked and are confused with my email addresses. I use 7 email addresses to handle the volume of messages that I send. They are all good. I use Outlook express to manage my email. Outlook express gathers all my messages from all my email addresses and displays them all together on the same page. If for some reason I want to know which email message that was used for sending a message, I have to look in the properties of the message. I consider gws123456@hotmail.com my primary, only because it was the first email address I had. Overall I am most satisfied with my gmail address. It has given me the least amount of problems and is capable of handling the greatest volume of my messages.
Evelyn Gottbreht Memories
From Lois Lilleby Fielding (51): Prescott, AZ
I remember Evelyn Gottbreth very well from my childhood. Shirley Gottbreth was my friend. Somehow I also remember how patriotic she was. I remember her as being lots of fun to us kids. Lois Lilleby Fielding , (51)
Buffalo Jump in the Turtle Mountains:
Question form Denise Lajimodiere: Moorhead, MN
Gary, I believe I had read on one of the posts of some knowledge of a buffalo jump in the Turtle Mountains. I would love to find out who knows, and where it is located!
Denise Lajimodiere
Matt Lamb is recovering from open heart surgery.
Message from his parents Bill & Betty Schnieder (54) Lamb: Grand Forks, ND.
Matt is home from the hospital. His surgery went well although he still is in alot of pain and will be a long recovery. Mayo Clinic only does about 170 of these heart procedures a year so it is not a common surgery. The Drs. spread his ribs, took out his heart, and cut off some of the muscle that was blocking the blood flow to his heart. Mayo is supposed to have the best surgeon in the world for this procedure. Matt has to go back in a few days for a follow up appointment.
The girls are busy with school and extra activities. We were to several volley ball tournaments when we first got here.
Everyone has been so kind with visits, bringing food over, and etc. We appreciate everybody’s prayers so much.
Betty and Bill
Betty & Bill, Mayo Clinic is one of the best. This was a very serious operation. It’s great to hear that all went well with Matt’s surgery. Please keep us posted. Gary
Reply to Dick Johnson (68)
From Keith Pladson (66): Stafford, VA

I’m pretty sure the song “The Ballad of the Green Berets came out in 1966. I remember it because it had become very popular right about the time of my graduation (I think it hit number one on both the rock and roll and country charts). This was pretty unique given that it was a very patriotic song at a time when the US Military was being reviled by much of the American public.
Keith Pladson(66)

Mrs. Conroy’s teaching:
Reply form Dick Johnson (66): Dunseith, ND

Gary and Friends,

Bonnie Awalt Houle remembered Mrs. Conroy teaching patriotic songs for the kids to sing at the Memorial Day program. One that we learned in her class was ‘The Grand Old Flag’. It’s funny, but I still remember nearly all the words from over 50 years ago, thanks to Mrs. Conroy. She really taught more than bookwork when I think about it. We learned honesty, patriotism, and discipline as well as the 3 R’s. I still have yet to meet a student who didn’t have great respect for Mrs. Florence Conroy. Thanks Gary!




Barbara Kalk (65)
Reply from Esther Murray Fleming (65): Flint, MI.
Gary, I am so happy to hear that Barbara Kalk is doing so well. Keep the prayer wheel going. They do help and they do work miracles always.
Love to all
Reply from Sharron Gottbreth Shen (59): Everett, WA.
How proud Evelyn Lise Gaudette Gottbreht, wife of George and my grandmother, would be to hear Bonnie’s request. I will scan “My Dear Old Flag” and post later today or Monday. Thanks Bonnie. Grams had a burning love of country.


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

I too was impressed with Evie’s writing skills. The question of who wrote the song that Bonnie Awalt Houle asked about, is unknown to me but I do remember when Evie’s grandmother, Evelyn Gottbreht, sang the ‘Green Beret’ song at the Memorial Day program at the city hall. This is the song by Sgt. Barry Sadler that became a hit in the mid 60s. She asked my dad if one of the drummers from the school band could do the drum beat in the background and he assigned Bill Berube to the job. The drum part is not all the way through and Bill wasn’t sure where to start and stop. I still remember Evelyn, who was not short on words, saying ‘Stop’ and later, ‘Start’ when she wanted the drum part. She did a pretty good job on the song and it still has a place in my memory bank. It was around ’64-’65 if I remember right. Yes Bonnie, we had some great programs on Memorial Day in the old days. Thanks for remembering! Thanks Gary!


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

Jimmy Bercier

Aug. 24, 1964-Nov. 1, 2010

November 5, 2010

BELCOURT Michael James “Jimmy” Bercier, 46, Dunseith, died Monday, Nov. 1, 2010, near Rugby, of injuries suffered in an automobile accident.

He was born Aug. 24, 1964, to Joseph and Ernestine Bercier, in Belcourt. He enlisted in the Army and served from 1984 to 1987. He married Wanda Handeland on April 15, 2010, in Belcourt.

Survivors: wife; daughters, Amanda Crissler and Naomi Bercier, both Belcourt; son, Michael Jr., Belcourt; stepdaughters, Jessica Handeland and Jayne Handeland, both Dunseith; stepson, Josh Handeland, Dunseith; mother, of Bismarck; four grandchildren; brothers, Linus, Bradley and Benjamin, all Bismarck, George and Robert, both Belcourt; sisters, Barbara Baker and Rose LaFloe, both Bismarck, Deborah Bercier and Beverly Sturm, both Minot.

Funeral: Monday, 10 a.m., St. Ann’s Catholic Church, Belcourt.

Burial: St. Ann’s Catholic Cemetery, Belcourt.

Rosary service: Sunday, 8 p.m., in the church.

Visitation: Sunday, 6 p.m., in the church.

(Elick Funeral Home, Rolla)



Barbara (Kathy) Kalk Lopez (65) cancer update:
From Al Lopez: Inver Grove Heights, MN

Barbara (Kathy Lopez) Kalk, ’65 received good news

yesterday from her Oncologists. After surgery, a bout

of pneumonia/with abscess, Chemo/Radiation and

two units of blood transfusions; her CT scan last week

reveals no cancerous tumor. Doctors commented how

well she resposed to treatment. They would like to see her in

6 weeks for a followup. But everything looks like the cancer is

in remission.

Thank you all who have prayed or thought about

Barbara during this battle with lung cancer.

God bless you all.

Al and Kathy Lopez

How wonderful Barbara! This is great news. Gary


Question & comments

From Bonnie Awalt Houle (56): Becker, MN


Dear Gary,

When I was in grade school (Mrs. Conroy’s Class) we learned a song for the Memorial Day Program. It was to the tune of “Many Flags In Many Lands”, the words were rewritten by one of the Gottbreth’s Relatives (an older Lady at that time). It was a wonderful tribute to our country and the troops that were fighting for our freedom. The writing by Evie Gottbreth reminded me of the song. Do any of the Gottbreth’s know the words, or do you remember hearing of this song? Which of your relatives wrote the song?

Dunseith was noted for the great celebrations they put on for “Decoration Day” or “Memorial Day” as we now call it. The Marching Band, Choral Group singing, going to the Cemetery to decorate the graves and being able to look back at the cemetery as you drove away and see all the brightly colored flowers on the graves, all a tribute to the lives of our ancestors.


Bonnie Awalt Houle (56)

Reply from Esther Murray Fleming (65): Flint, MI

Thank you Gary and the rest of you guys. The funeral will be on Wed. the 10th in Indiana.
Love you’s all



Hi Gary,


I have to correct you on the article of my nephew. His name is not Mark. His name is Kody. Mark is the name of the big rig driver. Would you please correct your mistake. Thank you, and thank you for all the prayers. I know you’s didn’t know Kody but, I appreciate all the thoughts and all. Please keep my family in your prayers.


God Bless you


Esther, Another one of my careless mistakes. Thank you so much for this correction. Gary


Death in Esther Murray Fleming’s Family
From Esther Murray Fleming (65): Flint, MI

Hi Gary.


Just a small note to ask for all of your prayers. We lost a family member last night. Kody Brotemarkle. He was my great nephew. He was 19 years of age. He was killed by a semi-truck driver and was on his way home from work. He lived in Indiana.


This is going to be a sad week for the family. I can’t talk anymore without tearing up. Thank you.


Love and God speed to all.


Esther, how terrible. Mark was such a young man too. Is your relationship to Mark on your side or your Husband’s side of the family? Our condolences are with you and your family with this tragedy. Gary

Collision with truck kills Noble driver

A Wawaka teenager was killed Thursday night when his car was hit by a tractor-trailer rig in Noble County, according to Indiana State Police.

Kody W. Brotemarkle, 19, died at the scene of the crash, reported at 9:50 p.m. on U.S. 6 between County Road 300 E. and County Road 400 E., police said.

Brotemarkle’s 1997 Dodge Intrepid collided with a 1998 Freightliner rig, driven by Mark W. Rhodes, 46, of Barberton, Ohio, according to police.

Brotemarkle was going west on U.S. when his car went left of center and collided with the tractor-trailer rig, police said.

Brotemarkle was ejected from his car. Rhodes was wearing a seat belt and was not injured.

The Indiana State Police were assisted at the scene by the Noble County Sheriff’s Department, Noble County Coroner’s Office, Noble County EMS, Orange Township Fire Department and Rome City Police Department.




Bowling story

From Aggie Casavant (69): Fort Mill, SC


Hi Gary,and Bernadette, Beings you and Bernadette are bowlers,I have to share this bowling story with you and the bloggers. After graduating from high school I moved out to Denver Colorado,with my oldest sister Bernadette,and husband Frank Boucher. My first year out there I joined the bowling league that they belong to. Because they already had there team, I played opposite them, with Vern, one of Franks co-workers and his wife Irene, and George another one of Franks co-workers,and I. It was made up of 32 teams. Anyway it just so happened that my sister Bernedette’s team, and my team ended up playing against each other for the seasonal championship.(I mean like 1st Place) Because Bernadette was the league President, all of the trophies were sent to her house til championship nite.Well it just so happened that I had not got a place of my own yet so her home was still my home at the time. So anyway in the mean time Bernadette took out all the trophies and had them on display on this big dining room table in her dining room. Well championship night rolled around and we were down to our last game, Bernadettes team had rolled their last frame,and in order for us to beat them (poor Irene had to get 2spares and a strike) Well she got the two spares, and when she went up for the strike you could of heard a pin drop in that whole bowling alley. She went up threw the ball, all looked well then the foul alarm with red lights went off before the ball hit the pins and she got a strike. Everyone looked stunned, and as we looked at the foul line,we saw this little prissy, pink and white hanky,laying on the foul line. Irene always kept a little hanky tucked in her belt. Well needless to say the whole place went crazy. Bernadettes team assumed it was a foul and they won. And I was tryingto explain the best I could at the age of 18,that it had to be your physical body going across the line to be considered a foul. Anyway to make a long story longer, we had to write to the International Bowling Congress to settle the score. Because that was long before e-mails we had to wait for a response by snail mail.Which took like 2 weeks. The I.B.C. ruled in my teams favor…that a part of your physical body had to go across the line. Needless to say, it was a long two weeks walking past that dining room table with the four Championship trophies on it,and even a couple longer weeks after they were not there anymore……If you know what I mean…LoL. Well hope you all have a blest day…Aggie

Aggie, That is a great story. I’m hoping all is well now though. It’s great hearing from you again too. We missed you. You have a way of spicing things up a bit of which we look forward too. Gary

Larry Hackman’s Jr. Garage
Pictures from Larry Hackman Sr. (66): Bismarck, ND
We finished construction of the boys (Larry Jr.) garage. It took us 13 days over a two month period.
He has some landscaping and grass to seed .
Larry, This is a beautiful three car Garage. 13 days, you guys are fast. Gary




Take Me Back To The Sixties
Posted by LeaRae Parrill (67): Bottineau, ND

Gary, I don’t necessarily want you to put on the blog, just thought you might enjoy the music.

LeaRae,This is great and something a whole lot of our readers will enjoy and it runs in the back ground. Gary

Take Me Back To The Sixties




Reply to Evie Gottbreht Pilkington (65):
From Bill Hosmer (48): Tucson, AZ

Gary, I just want to let Evie know what a wonderful writing she contributed to our Dunseith Blog. The spirit of her message is uplifting and inspiring in every way that an American would be proud of. What resounding phrases from a young woman in our midst, whose relatives have been acquaintances of me and my family since early in the 1900s. I am proud to be associated with such an articulate Dunseith woman. The fact it was written in 1965, while I was raiding North Vietnam in F-105 aircraft makes it more poignant to me. So many of those I flew with were shot down and imprisoned until 1973, or did not survive at all, gives me pause and makes me give a silent tribute to them, and to give my heartfelt congratulations and gratitude to Evie for reminding me of my country’s strengths and of my friends who did not survive to pursue and enjoy what she was writing about. Thank you, Evie, and thank you, Gary. Bill Hosmer
Reply to Evie Gottbreht Pilkington (65):
From Dave Slyter (70): Sabin, Mn

What a great speech you wrote back in 65. Heck with a ribbon, you deserved the trophy. Great job

Dave Slyter :)

Folks, I have a little extra room today, so thought I’d repost these pictures that were taken this past June. Phyllis McKay joined us for dinner one evening when we had our grandkids. We were in Federal Way, WA close to her house. We were so glad that she was able to join us on the spur of the moment. Gary
Phyllis McKay (65) & Bernadette Stokes



Phyllis McKay with our grandkids, Tyler 12) & Nevaeh 5)



Phyllis McKay & Gary Stokes




Thank you Neola
From Marlys Hiatt (71): Dunseith, ND
Beautiful picture of Neola and her mother. Thanks Neola for all the
information you post and thanks to you Gary for posting all the wonderful
pictures that people send in. I enjoy every one of them.

Marlys Hiatt

Patriotic Writing/Speech from 1965
From Evie Gottbreht Pilkington (1965): Irvine, CA
Hi Gary,


I thought this might be kind of fun on the night of the elections….government of the people, by the people and for the people….what a great idea!


I love this country and first became interested in the whole process of government at Bishop Ryan my senior year…had such great teachers there in my speech and democracy class. It of course was the days of the Vietnam War, Johnson and Goldwater.


My first patriotic writing was in the form of a speech for Ward County Speech Contest in 1965… I think I won a ribbon.The paper from 45 years ago is typed of course and is now tattered and aged.

I still believe that the cause of mankind should be life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness. For me that is the freedom to do what I want to do and the freedom to do what I ought to do even more for the glory of God and country in my pursuit of happiness.


Wikipedia say:

“Life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness” is one of the most famous phrases in the United States Declaration of Independence and considered by some as part of one of the most well crafted, influential sentences in the history of the English language.

This is long…..maybe to long for a posting….you be the judge Gary……. (Evie, this is great and for sure worth posting! Gary)

Thanks for all you and Bernadette do!


Democracy – Evie Gottbreht 1965



I am proud to be here today.I am proud to come before you with the opportunity to speak of a great and vibrant quality of our life…a significant quality that establishes a harmony between man and society, which allows each of us to enrich the meaning of our life and, most important, to elevate our civilization.It is a quality of potent, moving force….all encompassing, idealistic yet realistic, representing the fancy of the dreamer and the practicality of the pragmatist, and it can be summed up in the magic of one word:Democracy.


It was born in this era and tempered by many wars, but it has survived through hard discipline and bitter peace.When you and I see this word, what thoughts are stirred in us? Just what is it that leaps into our minds when we hear the word in speeches?In books?In the movies and on the radio?Right now, what are each of you thinking?Are you thinking about America….America the strong, the brave, the beautiful?Are you thinking about America, the protector of human rights, the home of the free—America, the place on the globe where students all over the world rest a finger and say…..”There is the number one country in the world, the country that has become the world power in less than two centuries”…..This is an accomplishment of which no other country, large or small, capitalist or socialist, rich or poor can boast.


We are in this land of leadership; we are Americans and unhesitatingly vaunt our pride.How privileged we are to be citizens of the United States, and yet we must stand ready to meet our responsibilities – all the responsibilities inherent in our right to bear our proud name.


We stand for democracy, and democracy demands our commitment to others.The great struggle for freedom in which we are constantly engaged has brought us much pain and sorrow, and it is not yet over.But among our people there is a unity, a desire to maintain the momentum of freedom that is unmatched in history.


Our dedicated determination to perpetuate world wide harmony with our principles of democracy must continue today.No friend, no neutral country, and certainly so enemy of ours should think otherwise.We must stand ready to proclaim that we are against no man, that we look askance upon no society or nation ….unless it bans the approach to true freedom.Let me say to you now that we should be determined to let freedom ring throughout the world, regardless of any forces that may strive to curb it.


Our generation, you and I, have been destined to live with and bear a struggle for democracy that we did not initiate, in a world teeming with conditions not of our choosing.We do not always seek the pleasant and the easy way.The pressures are ever present, and we must cope with them in the way that we think best.Though no country or generation has been so burdened, no country or generation has been so ready to firmly grasp this burden and pursue the glory of freedom.In the midst of the struggle the identity of the American people will continue in its unvarying character and unwavering faith.


We do not shrink from the task; we welcome it, because we are aware of the power of concerted effort…the kind of effort fostered by our belief in democracy.United there is little we cannot do; divided, there is little we can do.United we may well claim to be not only the home of the brave but also the home of the free.


When we see democracy, we should think of franchise….the right to vote and to choose a leader for our country….a leader we can trust and believe in because we the people have elected him to office.And when we think of franchise, we think of our national political parties and regardless of our party affiliations, we should strive to remember that we do not seek a Republican answer or a Democratic answer, but the right answer….one that will serve our generation and the generations to follow.


We speak often of freedom…and we cherish the ideal of freedom because it is such a moving symbol of the liberty and justice which constitute our ultimate goal for every man.Freedom is a vital ingredient in our formula of democracy.It is a firm foundation for our hope of building a world of peaceful nations…a world where no nation will take up the sword against another….a world well rid of cold wars and the evil of communism…a world attune to justice for every one of God’s children.


All of us know that justice is a basic tenet in our covenant of self-government.We in America know that when any citizen denies another of his rights because of color, creed or the inalienable right to life, liberty and pursuit of happiness….in that moment he has betrayed his country.With justice and freedom we have joined reason to faith, action to experience, and molded unity of interest into unity of purpose.


Because of our covenant with justice, freedom and union, we have become a great nation, prosperous and mighty.We have fought and won for democracy.Although there have been some who believed that we were too soft, to defenseless, to apathetic to resist intrusions upon freedom in our spheres of influence in the world, they have found that we have prevailed – and they may well note that we will again.They must know that we have a deep interest, certain compassion, and an eternal vigilance in the cause of freedom that permeates every corner of our nation.It reflects none the concern of one American, but of all united under the banner of Democracy.


Let no man say we are in the grip of historical decay.Let no man say that America must get moving…..For America is on the march.If there is danger ahead, we the people stand ready to cope with it, and look beyond it to the indications of progress and fulfillment that democracy promises.


In earlier times that tried men’s souls, when the American Revolution came, Thomas Paine wrote:” The cause of America is the cause of all mankind.”Now in our generation, permit me to say that the cause of all mankind must be the cause of America.


Folks, Today is our bowling day, so I have to wrap things up a little early this morning. Bernadette bowled a 178, a personal all time high, last week. Not bad for a gal that started out last year with about an 80 average. Her average is about 125. Mine is 130. For us it’s the camaraderie that counts, not the scores. Gary
Reply from Rita Baker Langer: Belcourt, ND

Hi Gary: We met Neola several years ago, while I was playing Bass guitar with Daryl Opstedahl (who was a fine accordian player until a few years ago, his health keeps him from playing.) Daryl and I were playing for a dance at the Bottineau Armory and Neola’s brother Jim was and still is an avid fan of Old Country Music introduced us to his sister Neola and since then we became close friends. We love to buy her candy and various types of taffy. (Caramel, Licorice etc etc) she sure can bake…. Rita…


P.S from Richard. I sure enjoy reading your blogs every night, I have to check my mail each and every nite before shutting down my computer. Your blog is very interesting and very informative. I have learned alot about many of our friends from the whole northern area of ND…..

Rita & Richard, Now that you mention it, I remember Neola telling about when she met you guys. Yes, Neola is a lady of many talents and interests. We are so blessed to have her. Gary
Reply frrom Neola Kofoid Garbe: Minot & Bottineau, ND




Thank you much for your kind words; I definitely hesitate to take so much credit for the daily messages. As I see it, all the people who contribute are the root of the success of your daily letters. I am SO GRATEFUL I’m able to contribute to your wonderful newsletters. I have come to know many of the Dunseith Alumni, too–one graduate at a time. I’m loving it!


Thanks again for being so faithful with your most interesting newsletters, Gary. I, along with all who receive your newsletters, eagerly wait for my daily “fix”.




Reply to Vickie Metcalfe (70):
From Susan Brew Roussin (59): Rolla, ND

I can understand where Vickie M. . is coming from. I often went through the list of my daughters names, Dawn, Debbie, Marie, then added you know who you are if they had committed some misdeamor. Thanks for all the news and photos Gary.



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


Gary, The Brian Evans who bagged the bighorn sheep is an employee for Homeland Security at the Dunseith Port. He hails for St. Louis, MO and as far I know is not related to the Dunseith family.


Brian Evans:
Reply from Dick Johnson (68): Dunseith, ND

I think Brian Evans, who was pictured with the bighorn sheep, is a customs agent at the Dunseith port. In a conversation I had with him a couple years ago, he told me he was living on Lyle Zeiler’s farmstead a mile and a half west of the Peace Garden. He seemed like a friendly sort of guy. He did the paperwork on a tractor I bought in Saskatchewan and imported. I guess they are all called Homeland Security agents now.


Brian Evans:
Reply from Vickie Metcalfe (70): Bottineau, ND
Gary, Neola’s photo from the paper with the name,Evans “sporting a
big horn” is NOT originally from Dunseith, nor related to any local
Evans from around the area. A few years after 9 1-1- he moved to
Bottineau, then closer to he Peace Gardens @ address Dunsetih and
works for the govt. V.
Rita Baker Langer photo
Provided by Neola Kofoid Garbe: Bottineau & Minot, ND

Reply to Gary Stokes

From Rita Baker Langer: \Belcourt, ND


Yes Gary you can post the photo and this little history




I was born and raised in Belcourt, graduated from High School in

Belcourt in 1956.I joined the Benedictine Convent in Belcourt and was a nun for 9 years, I left the Convent in 1965 and joined “Vista” , (domestic peace corp for 2 years. I then went to Dallas Texas for a year, trainedto be a Practical Nurse.Although I had my nurses training in Texas, the picture was taken in Bottineau. Worked in Belcourt for 2 years and then in Anchorage Alaska for 4 years.Had a son born while in Alaska.Returned to Belcourt in 75, worked for the church , the Bureau of Indian Affairs and the Indian Health Service hospital in Belcourt.While working at the BIA, I met and then married my husband, Joseph Richard Langer.I have been playing the guitar since I was 8 years old, played in bands for 35 years and sang with my brother “Henry Soc Baker”until his death in 2005.Since then I have played music with many other people.I have done music with Dick and Brenda Johnson, Jerry Olson to name a few and this past year I have been playing the bass guitar with a band from Canada.In 2006 my husband added a room onto our house, took up a course in “Studio Recording Arts” at the Community College here in Belcourt, and built our own recording Studio.He he has recorded 3 CD’s and is working on another.So far our CDs feature me doing all the different instruments and all the harmony vocals with no outside help.


Rita, this is a gorgeous picture. You have such an interesting life history too. Thank you so much for sharing.

Question, how did you meet Neola? She has mentioned you several times and she is the one that added you to our distribution. Gary




Car Story

Reply from Dick Johnson (68): djcars@hughes.net Dunseith, ND

Gary and Friends,

Allen’s mention of ‘115 MPH on 1948 tire technology’ made me remember a couple tire deals from the early days. Dad had a set of wide whitewall BF Goodrich ‘Lifesavers’ on one of his Cadillacs. When he replaced them, two weren’t in too bad a shape so I put them on my old Plymouth. My car had tubes in the tires and these were tubeless. I just stuck my tubes inside and pumped them up. The ‘Lifesaver’ deal was unknown technology to me. What they had done was to put some kind of sticky glue inside the tire that was supposed to seal the tire in the event of a puncture. The tires rolled along for quite a while and then one day I got a flat. I took the tire and wheel up to the Standard and asked Darrel Getzlaff, who was running the place at that time, if he would patch my tire. I came back a couple hours later and he was standing over the tire pulling out small bits of my innertube that was stuck to the sealer. He was hot and sweaty and was looking at me over his glasses asking me something like, “What the ____ kind of _____ is this you got in here.” It probably wasn’t the right kind of thing to do at such a time, but I just busted out laughing at the sight of poor Darrel. The tires were old and not worth the effort so I just paid him something for trying and took the junk home. A while later I was walking past Gambles and Art Henning was just putting some new tires in his front window. I looked at the price and thought I could afford two. Believe it or not, the price was $8 and some cents each. They were bi-ply 6.00 X 16 inch and I still had my old rims from my older tires. I couldn’t believe I had new front tires on the old Plymouth for less than $20. Too good to be true. That’s the problem. They were made by a company called ‘Crest’ and were so soft of a compound that they left black marks every time I went around a corner. We used to LIKE to leave black tracks on corners, but with the back tires not the front! I bet I didn’t get more than a few hundred miles and they were bald. Crest should have stuck with making tooth paste! As far as that’s concerned, I probably did get $20. worth of use out of them. Thanks Gary!


This is the old car that I put the tires on. About 1964-65



Folks, a reminder that the number ( ) following the names of those posting or mentioned is their HS graduating year. As you can see with the number in the subject line, we are pushing a thousand. We’ll be going into year four shortly. You guys are the ones that have kept this going with all of your contributions. I’m just the messenger. We currently have about 650 on our daily distribution. As you know, I post all these daily messages on our Website too. We’ve had a number of days this month with nearly 70 folks visiting our sight. Our daily average for visits to our Website this month is 50. Gary
Mavis Espe Johnson passed away
Message from LeaRae Parrill Espe (68): Bottineau, ND

Hi Gary,


We received word of the passing of Terry’s cousin, Mavis Espe Johnson. Her parents are Art and Effie (House) Espe. She is a sister of Marlene Striker, Merlin and Monte Espe. At this time she was living in Libby, Montana. Her siblings were going to try to make it for the funeral, but I don’t have any other details at this time.


We were in the middle of the first winter blizzard of the season when Merlin called us. Yes, winter arrived in the Turtle Mountains this past Tuesday and Wednesday. School was called off in Bottineau and St. John. I believe the hills had about a foot of snow, the city of Bottineau maybe 5 or 6 inches. Dunseith had a lot less. The gravel roads are quite sloppy. However, we are suppose to get up in the 50s every day this week. Deer season opens this Friday.



LeaRae, Thank you so much for this info. With Mavis being some older than me, I did not really known her that well, but I knew Monte (68) and of coarse their mother, Effie well too.
Monte, Our condolences are with you and your families with the passing of Mavis. Gary
Name correction – Dan’s Super Value, not Wayne’s.
I made a gross error yesterday when saying Lloyd Nelson had sold his store to a guy by the name of Wayne. I had Wayne Barbot and his grocery store in Dunseith on my mind when I made that statement. Wayne too has a very thriving business with his store, Wayne’s Food Pride (Jack & Jill) in Dunseith. Wayne purchased Hosmer’s grocery years ago and has been in the grocery business ever since in Dunseith. The location and names have changed is all. Bernadette and I love to shop at Wayne’s with all the great selections he has. We like the good friendly service of his staff too.
Back to Lloyd’s Super Value, Lloyd sold it to a guy by the name of Dan. The store then became Dan’s Super Value. Gary
PS – Lloyd, Neola provided me with your email address, so I am including you with today’s blog.
Reply to Dwight Lang (61)
From Vickie Metcalfe (70): Bottineau, ND.


When I am at school I have three rules for general behaviour when I am in the classroom. Rule # 1 is__. Rule #2 is ___ and Rule #3 is ___.

Well ,the third rule applies to me. To explain myself,”You see, I have this inherited thing from my mom about names. My mom Lottie, when calling one of her girls would go through the routine of saying….”Nancy, Vickie, Cyndy…., then back to the correct name. Me? that genetic predisposition didn’t skip. It just got worse with my generation, I get stuck on one name over and over and over.”


Early in the year,when setting up classroom expectations. I tell my students: rule #3:

“1. If I get your name wrong bring it to my attention.”

“2. I will heart fully apologize, since that is your name and I need to give you that respect.”

“3. If you catch me doing it three times in one day, I need to apologize and go further to making an amends by giving you a soda.

Here is my apology.

I am so sorry, Dwight, I apologize for changing your name to Duane on the blog where millions of former Dunseith folks are now likewise confused. Thank you for letting me know so I can correct it. ( As I thought about this I know I got confused with the Du in your e-address.) Now if you were one of my “school kids”. I’d probably owe you a whole case of caffeine free soda! ” Vickie
Tucker cars
Reply from Allen Richard (65): Midland, MI
I’ve seen several Tuckers but only at car museums. There were 50 built and I think more than 45 of them still exist. There were amazing in their day! The Tucker Story was told in a movie with Jeff Bridges. If you can rent it — DO!!! It shows what the major corporations will do to stifle competition.
Did you know that the Tucker was the first car to eliminate the little rain gutters? Also, the front and rear seats were interchangeable, so you could switch them out do keep the level of wear equal. I believe the suspension system didn’t have the usual springs, but rather the prototype of today’s bungee cords. There is a lot more.
One part of the story was that Tucker needed prove the car actually ran by driving it to the state capital. Problem was that the big shots had the cops waiting for him to prevent him from making it. It was really no problem —- He outran all the cops and was in the building before they could catch him! I read an article in a car magazine many years ago that contained a road test. They clocked it at 115 and had a little pedal left.
Can you imagine 115 on 1948 tire technology????
Email messages from
Vickie Metcalfe (70): Bottineau, ND.
Erling Landsverk (44): Portage, WI


Today, once again I am slacking off. It is too icy to walk the boys and I’m stuck on a question of Erling Landsverk’s. Please, You think on it too, since youre seeing more of the world than me in ND these days.


Yesterday, I had such a nice e-mail from Erling and I am fwd that as well. His feedback truly motivates me to write better.


As you know my dad, Cliff, like Erling was blind. Since this past summer, when I met Erling I have become, once again more cognizant of describing when I write with more clarity.


Please read Erling’s letter further down, “about the Kochevar’s, a story with his dad which gave me my best belly laugh of yesterday!”


I am off to run over to see Wes and ask him about Erling’s very last little comment about “fog banks” You see the learner in me keeps me motivated into having these conversations with the likes of people like Erling and Wes and Hank S.


They not only keep me apprised of their own oral history, their perceptions of Dunseith and its folks, but challenge me to find out more about science, unraveling the …”scientific stuff “.


When I wrote Erling back I didn’t know yesterday, I hit Dwight up, along side the head, with the wrong name….


Well Gary , I will finally let you go back to house building. I need to run to Walmart, take the boys on over to their weekly treat to the Schneiders….then, ask Wes what he knows/remembers about fog banks and tell him the name is Dwight not DuWayne. Vickie

Erling’s letter to Vickie
Hi Vickie:
I have been reading your “Tales Of The Hills” faithfully. You are doing a great job of getting your material from the older folks, and giving them the opportunity to relive those great memories. I remember the Kotchevars well. I remember when they had a little spot right in Dunseith not far from the Althea movie house. The display they had in the foot hills was great and my parents stopped there often to visit and buy items. One day that i remember well was the time that Dad was admiring the cabinetry, Mrs kotchevar apologized because she had the cabinet filled with cook ware, and Dad was unable to see much of the interior. Mr. Kotchevar heard the conversation and said “Dear, why don’t you take down your pans and show the man what you got” Dad couldn’t contain himself and turned away and began to laugh. When Mr. Kotchevar realized how that must have sounded he tried to explain, which only made things even more hilarious, and soon everyone was laughing including Mers Kotchevar.
Another memory comes to mind because of Kotchevars location, and that was the illusion of Dunseith being suspended in the air hundreds of feet above the town. It had something to do with the rising sun reflelcting on a fog bank and suddenly there was Dunseith, up in the air. Did any of you folks ever witness this. I saw it more than once, andmarveled at the clarity of the illusion. Hope this finds you warm and safe from the winter storms. Take care and keep up the great writing
Best Wishes


Vickie’s reply to Erling

Great hearing from you Erling. I really appreciate all your feedback. When I write and send it away to the blog, for me, ” It’s like throwing my best support shoes out there into a cyclone, Where? And when, If I don’t hear anything, I wonder if my words landed softly, or hit someone up along side the head. Then I am hopeful it had a soft landing.

I intend to take a copy of your e-mail to Wes maybe tomorrow, and we will see where our heads take us.

As a kid, I too used to really wonder about fog banks, especially when they were hovering over sloughs. I would watch the adult faces to see how they’d react. I’d think was this mystical? Or, are we in a nether world? Then bam! Fog would vanish and there we were. We “found” our grounding.

I also think it is magical when there is one of those big orange harvest moons that seem to take up a whole quarter of the sky! Last week, when I took my dogs for their grooming to Minot. I left about 6:00 o’clock in the morning. It was really hard to watch the road, because that big old moon was setting in the west, while the sun was soon to be at my back, getting up in the east!

During the school year, my younger sister, Cyndy and I have a standing dinner date every Wednesday night from 5:00 o’clock- 7:00 o-clock for a pizza and sister time.( Recently we’ve taken a liking to Canadian bacon and sauerkraut)

A couple years ago, in the fall, there was this wonderful eclipse of the moon. On that particularily clear night, we watched the moon rise in the east then, the slow moving eclipse move on a bit . On a half. ON AN ENTIRE FULL MOON!.

We found ourselves driving around town, here in Bottineau then around on the prairie until 10:00 o’clock marveling. She then took off for her home on the shores of Lake Metigoshe, but with the wonder’s of her cell phone and my land line, we talked through. Of course then I had wander around my house to watch out going from window to window.

I love keeping the “child like heart”……. open to that kind of stuff, and my sister does too. I think you must be like that too.

Yes, we had 1 school snow day on Wednesday last. But all was fine. The dogs were content to stay in doors quietly, snuggled up. I really have to say, that wind storm really wasn’t too bad.

BAD would be a wind storm like that. And 30 or 40 below! With no electricity. Then, I’d make a decision what furniture to burn….and I’d have to haul it over to Wes and Ovida’s as they have a wood burner.

Letting you go for now as I’ve got sweet tators in the microwave, me and the dogs like them as a treat! Later, Vickie

Oh. I almost forgot, I met Sharon at the bakery today at lunchtime. While we ate our hot dogs, polish sausage with sauerkraut, she told me she had a nice visit with you. She was working today. Off to the tators. Vic


Follow up message from Vickie


Gary and friends,
Fog visited us this fine Sunday morning and it continued to be damp through noon. As the day progressed on, the trees began to wear the frost.
Just a bit ago, the boys and I made our weekly visit across the street. The Schneider door opened by Ovidia. I greeted her,”Trick or Treat! ” Buie and Thor, fairly danced on their hind legs through the kitchen on, in, to find Wes listening to the smooth voice of Tennessee Ernie. Thus receiving their weekly treat.
While visiting, I shared a recent e-mail from Erling Landsverk and his memories about the Kotchevar’s with Wes and Ovidia. Wes and I had a good laugh at Erling’s story. I also told him it was a day of corrections and making amends as it is his nephew Dwight, is not Duane writes in.
Wes recalled through the years, of seeing Overly on the clear early mornings from the farm perching on the foothills, 6 miles north of Overly. And looking east to see the lights of San Haven. We talked about those foggy times driving down the “San” hill to see Dunseith town appear and rise out of the fog!
Buie, a curious cat sort of terrier, spied new stuff in the living room and jauntily strutted over to make an inspection. The kids; Wes and Ovidia’s sent them, a pumpkin, a witches broom, and false teeth. Always looking for fun, Wes said, “Turn them on Ovidia. ” Then, He pats and tells Buie, “Go get em boy!”

Whoa! Buie got a surprise! The pumpkin danced, then the broom cackled and ran toward Buie, and the teeth clickingly danced across a table.
Buie ran to Wes for cover. Wes who not only treats the boys, but tricks em too!
I bundled up to go home. Crossing, crackling crisp snow of the yard, the wind had come up and began sending pellets of ice falling from the trees. We dodged and ran as the fog is tries to lift … to a… Happy November! Later, Vickie




Postings from Neola Kofoid Garbe: Minot & Bottineau, ND


Hi Gary,


I decided I’d better scan/send some of these clippings BEFORE I start on my caramels. I’m usually too tired to do it afterwards. :)


I forwarded today’s newsletter to Lloyd. You are right; he IS a neat fellow. He/Peggy are also very good friends of Jim’s. Lloyd’s backyard and Jim’s backyard “butt” each other–no alley between them.



Neola, once again thank you so much for taking the time to scan all these clippings to share with us. It’s very time consuming on your part, but we truly enjoy all your contributions. Whether you realize it or not, you are the root to the success of these daily messages. You have provided so much and we dearly thank you for doing so. The Dunseith Alumni has learned to know Neola Kofoid Garbe very well. Gary


Which Evans family does Brian belong too? Great catch!




Congratulations Mona (48):