Larry St. Claire is visiting Dunseith
Message from Larry St. Claire (66): Anchorage, AK
My son Gary and I just arrived in Bismarck today and will be heading up to Dunseith for my nephew Kevin’s wedding (Karen’s son) Should be a good time seeing friends and family. But heading back home to Alaska on Tuesday. A quick trip so if any one wants to get in touch, I will be staying with my sister Audrey and Lowell.
Larry, I believe your sister and Brother-in-law are Audrey and Lowell Leonard. Enjoy your time in the Dunseith area. It will be a whirl wind trip indeed.
Reply to Dennis Dubois (63)
From Vickie Metcalfe (70): Bottineau, ND
Gary and friends,
Dennis D,
Was the name of the lake with the gravel bottom, Belmour?
Dad took us “swimming” there in the late 50’s. Our dog Skip loved to go
—–s-w-i-m-m-i-n-g—– on a hot day.
Dad would spell the word to mom on those hot July days (like today)
Skip would get so excited hearing the word “swim”!
This was before we had running water. So the best thing to do to cool off on sticky days was a lake.
Ah yes, during hay season.
That ring neck border collie also knew if dad had his swimming trunks on,
that meant swimming..
Dad and Skip would swim, we girls would wade. (Our mom was not a swimmer and afraid of water)
Soon
Skippy would be in the middle of the lake struggling, Dad would swim out , grab him by the tail and steer him to shore.
Then, maybe he’d have to go out again and rescue poor Skippy,
as his back end fur would become quite water logged.
Skippy always put his trust in dad to rescue him.
Then of course he’d SHAKE. Wet fur dog!
Alas, folks with beer bottles and partyers wrecked that beach and by the ’60s it wasn’t safe to go to Belmour
broken beer bottles and rusty cans.
Then, the place to go, became School Section Lake__ by the Church of the Brethren camp.
It also had a sandy beach by a big rock.
Although, this lake was mom’s home church lake where she was baptised by immersion when she was a teen,
she absolutely did not trust us girls to go into the water over our knees.
Consequently I swim like a brick. Whenever I’m in water I hear, __my mothers voice,
vickIE!________”don’t do in over your ankles.”______.
Ah July memories. Vickie
Chickamish
Reply from Vickie Metcalfe (70): Bottineau, ND
Gary, Gary and Dennis D.
Memories of Dad and Chickamish
Chickamish was also my dad’s friend.
In my early childhood memories of Old # 3, there were times of Chickamish walking down the road.
Of course, Dad stopped to pick him up and he rode along into town.
Old highway #3, around the sloughs, lakes and up over and down hills into Dunseith.
Wide eyed, Nancy and I, dared not breathe lest we ran into the water.
We were girls who did not utter a word, as we felt our father’s deep respect for the old man.
(Dad was that way around elders)
Chickamish lived close to Scotch Annie island. (Yes, Dennis, West of Emil Morin’s and the old Metcalfe place at Rabbit City Lake. )
The current Gene Anderson Jr. home on the hilly knoll was in the area, a wee bit west of his cabin site.
In recalling, the exterior of the little log cabin was made of log/mud.
In the spring of the year, Dad also would stop in to visit, and have tea and duck eggs with Chickamish.
Something quite illegal, as those were the ’50s,_ __days when ducks especially wood ducks were quite rare.
Chickamish would stop dad on the old highway, and ask him to come in and have a smoke and lunch.
One meal dad often talked about was Tea with Chickamish.
Chickamish served boiled duck eggs __which had been boiled in the tea water.
Then, he served strong black tea and of course gullet.
Chickamish told dad he had gathered eggs around the lake that morning.
Dad said, he cautiously ate, half expecting to find a duckling__
under the shell but he would not disrespect Chickamish by not eating with him.
I believe Chickamish’s Anglo name,was Duchane ?
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Haste Ye Back
Vickie L. Metcalfe
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Dunseith Cemetery Story
Posted by Larry Hackman (66):
Hello Gary;
I hope this finds you and your family well.
We are doing OK here in the Dakotas.
Suffering from a little PI. type heat and humidity at the present time.
I shouldn’t say PI type weather as I don’t really know what type weather you have there.
I should say Vietnam type weather as I know what that is like.
I’m sure you would love being here putting up hay for the cows now?
Actually I think the humidity is so high, that the hay makers have had to take the day off.
Great weather for mosquitoes, but I have a huge crop of dragon flies hanging out in my yard right now.
I’m hoping by the time they, the dragon flies leave that they will have eaten all the mosquitoes
and other bugs that seem to thrive in this type weather.
We are hoping this weather changes soon. Thank Heaven and GE for air conditioning.
Stay cool Gary, and I
hope you and everyone else enjoy reading the story,
Larry
A strange thing happened at St Louis Cemetery just south of Dunseith in the year of 1992.Actually, I know a lot of strange things that happened at that cemetery and I know most of you do too.But, this is the only thing that I know of that happened in 1992.
The story actually begins much earlier and begins with the death of my father in the fall of 1980.After his death and burial, my brothers and sisters and I arranged for a marble headstone and footstones to be placed on the Hackman burial plot, to mark the graves of Dad, Grandpa and Grandma Hackman and his Brothers that had passed on, and for the bachelor uncles and my mother that eventually would be buried at the site.The next spring after the grave markers were installed, my brothers and sisters and spouses met at the grave site to visit Dad and the other relatives buried in the area.We also planted two red peony plants in honor of the occasion.One at the south end of the headstone and one at the north end.The south peony always thrived at that location and the northern one always struggled and eventually died in the year of 1991.
In the spring of 1992 my wife and I went up to Siebel’s Greenhouse in Harvey, ND and picked out a potentilla bush to replace the peony.Thinking the potentilla bush would withstand the climate up on the hill much better than the peony.I dug the plant in carefully, making sure it had plenty of loose soil around its root system, and even fetched a five gallon pail of water from Willow Creek that flows below the hill to give it a good soaking before we left the site.Knowing that the water from that creek, with all the nutriments that it gathers from the Turtle Mountains, and farm yards would give that plant an extra boost.After leaving the cemetery, as always, we stopped at Dale’s Truck Stop to wash our hands and to enjoy a jumbo burger before leaving Dunseith.
We never made it back up to Dunseith all summer.Towards the end of August my mother called and asked if we had been up to the cemetery in Dunseith.We said no we hadn’t been up there since May.She asked if we had replaced the peony that had died.We said that we had, and told her, we had replaced it with a potentilla bush with yellow flowers. She said well, if you got time, you better go up and take a look at it.I questioned her as to why, and she would only laugh and kept on saying that I better go look at it, and she added, make sure that you take a camera along.
Yes,
the plant apparently died, and apparently a tomato plant grew.
I can’t imagine that really happening after growing a vegetable gardens most of my life, and all the trouble I had growing tomato plants.
I guess, I should have been trying to grow potentilla plants, forgot about them and then just went and harvested the tomatos in the fall.Must have been something in that creek water.And no, the tomato plant did not come back the following year, nor did the potentilla bush. No, we did not pick the tomatoes; we left them for the departed.I wonder if that Nerpel kid from the class of 65 wasn’t out playing tricks again?
Remember to laugh,
Larry
Posted By Neola Kofoid Garbe: Minot & Bottineau, ND
Connie Bad Moccasin
(November 9, 1959 – July 9, 2011)
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CONNIE BADMOCCASIN
Connie BadMoccasin, age 51 of Dunseith, died in her home on Saturday. Funeral services will be held on Wednesday at 10:00 A.M. in the Peace Lutheran Church in Dunseith. A wake will be held on Tuesday beginning at 4:00 P.M. in the Peace Lutheran Church of Dunseith.
Connie Bad Moccasin, a daughter of Francis (Eagle heart) and Rose(Old Eagle woman) (Machipiness) Cree, was born on November 9th 1959 at Belcourt. She was reared and attended school in the Dunseith area, graduating from Dunseith High school. After her graduation she attend United Tribes College in Bismarck. On February 26, 1975 she was married to Einer Bad Moccasin at Dunseith. They later parted ways. She worked for a time at Park River helping with Sugar Beets and Potatoes. Later she returned to the Dunseith area where she met Oliver Eagleman and raised her children.
She was a member of the Indian Alliance Church of rural Dunseith. Connie enjoyed making moccasins, birch bark baskets, doing bead work and going to the casino. She also enjoyed spending time with her children, grandchildren and family.
Connie passed away on Saturday, July 9th 2011 in her home.
she is survived by her daughters, Natashe Eagleman, Ayesha Eagleman both of Dunseith and Naveena Bad Moccasin of Fergus Falls, MN; a son Thomas Bad Moccasin of Yorkton, SK; grandchildren, Israel Cree-Eagleman, Amari Brown, Cordae Cree and Evaleena Owens; sisters, Doris Peltier, Darlene Belcourt, Debbie LaRocque, Carol Cree, Brenda Cree all of Dunseith and Rebecca LaFromboise of Mandan; brothers, Henry Cree of Belcourt and Arnold Cree of Dunseith. Connie is preceded in death by her parents; a grandson, Allan M. (Rising Sun) Poitra Jr. brothers, Melvin, Ronnie, Gerald, Victor, and Leonard; sister, Priscilla Machipiness; adoptive brothers, Melvin Jr., Patrick and Michael Cree Sr. and Ronald Long Claws.
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’44 Basketball picture
Reply from Dick Johnson (68): Dunseith, ND
Gary and Friends,
I haven’t seen anyone reply on the ’44 ball team picture but I
don’t think the guy in the center in the back row is Freddie Hiatt. I
think it is either one of the Haagensons or Hagens. Maybe someone
closer to that age group could say for sure. I don’t want to say for
sure, but I don’t think it’s Freddie. Thanks Gary!
Dick
Picture – First Communion Catholic Church Dunseith, ND
Reply from Carmen Leonard Richard: Rolette, ND
I can indentify two in the front row, Shirley Houle is the one holding something and the angel on the right is her sister Sharon Houle.
Your cousin–Carmen
Back Rows:
Front Row: Shirley Houle, Sharon Houl, ? Girl, ? Girl, Larry Liere
Joke of the day
Posted by Dick Johnson (68): Dunseith, ND
Ole comes into the bar and asks the owner if they have the Vikings
game on the big screen. The bar owner says they do and to come on in.
Ole asks if his big dog can come in and watch the game because he really
loves watching the Vikings play. The owner says no he can’t let dogs in
but Ole pleads and finally he says OK, but he better behave. When the
game starts, Ole and the dog sit quietly and watch until the Vikings
make an interception and Ole yells and the dog howls and jumps up and
‘high fives’ the guys watching the game. The bartender can’t believe
his eyes and says, “He really does know what’s happening! What does he
do when they get a touchdown?” Ole says, “I don’t know. I’ve only had
him a couple years.”
I’m not a big football fan, but if I were, the Vikings would be my
team. This is just a joke for a joke’s sake.
Dick
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