|Correction: Kenny Hill, not Kenny Hiatt
From Lyle Olson (’75): West Fargo, NDGary, in my comments about Jack Flynn I mentioned that Jack hayed with Wally and Kenny Hiatt. It was actually Kenny Hill And Wally Hiatt. My apologies to Kenny Hiatt, if there is a Kenny Hiatt.
Thanks for the correction Lyle,
Reply from Mel Kuhn (’70): St. John, ND
I figure that Larry and Henry Hackman must have made it back to Bismarck from their camping trip to Rugby. I say this because Larry is back on his computer. He told me that they found a really nice new camping spot there in Rugby for their campers. He said it was right there in front of the Shopko store. Nice and flat with lines painted for where you were supposed to park. He said they were a little stingy with the size of the spots though and there weren’t many trees. Just that one tall skinny one with a light bulb on top. He said the light was kind of handy though when you wanted to kick back in your lawn chair and have a beer after dark. Dicky Johnson should be getting home from his vacation on Sunday also. He’s been gone to that Norwegian thing down there in Minot all week. Da Hoste Fest or something like that they call it. I should be able to tell when he gets home, there’ll be that unmistakable odor of Lutefisk coming from the West. I hope you can understand this I have a heck of a time writing in Norwegian. Well y’all have a good day now y’ear. Later.
Posting From Allen Houle (’67): Villages, FL.
From a skinny kid who attended an elementary boarding school called Notre Dame Academy, and attended middle and high school in Dunseith. Put myself thru college and had a great high school teaching/coaching career that lasted 36 years. I’m retired now and spending my winters in Florida at a place called the Villages. It’s a retirement community 50 miles north of Orlando. People here call it Paradise and it certainly is, but I like to think of it as Disneyland for grownups. It’s Disneyland every day. So many activities here that you can’t possible do them all. I’m playing a little softball, bowling and of course golfing. I feel very blessed. What a country!!!!!!
1965 class Prophecy written in 1965.
46 years later, this so interesting to read
CLASS OF 1965
(Retyped from original supplied by Carol Jasper-Ross)
As we look into our crystal ball we can vaguely see the future of the members of the Class of ’65.As the picture becomes more vivid we see Bill Grimme as the head of Grimme and Son’s Torpedo Plant.Even though he is gray and wrinkled with age he still manages to fill his chair.
Under a spreading oak tree we find Alan Boguslawski busily composing his tenth symphony, which we hope will be played in La Scala like his other nine.
It is now 1975 and we see Ernie Gottbreht and his beautiful bride, Dana, as he carries her across the threshold of the forty room mansion which has just been completed by E. J. Gottbreht, Inc.
It is now 1980 and it appears that when Patty Boguslawski got her marriage license she also received a boss’s license to run Dale’s, the name of which has been changed to “Patty’s Palace”.The place has grown considerably for no longer is the café existing but a 17 room steak house has been erected in its place and Patty can be seen on hands and knees scrubbing floors daily.
It is 1975 and we see Helen Vogels still riding the surf but as we get a better view we see ten little surfers coming behind her; she must have found her seven foot dream man.
It seems that Eli Whitney has finally run into great competition in keeping his name in the history books as Gary Stokes has recently invented a hydro-electric manure spreader.The profits from his invention will be used to finance his growing family.
It’s 1979 and Jean Abrahamson has finally completed her business course in Minot and has accepted a job at the Security State Bank as head cashier, but the income must not be too stupendous as she still carries her egg crates across the street each morning to the Red Owl Agency.
John Bedard has taken over his father’s business, but apparently he is still girl shy as he is the one and only eligible bachelor, although his lady butler is still working on him.
Dunseith has finally been blessed with its own live entertainment which the public can enjoy every Saturday night in the parking lot behind Hosmer’s Store featuring Carol Jasper singing the latest “Hillbilly Hits”.She is trying hard to be a success and all contributions are appreciated.
It is a happy day for Gladys Roussin as she runs across the Dunseith Airport to meet her fiancée who has just returned from 18 years of loyal service in the United States Air Force.
We find Esther Murray behind bars at the “State Pen”. She has just been convicted for bigamy since she couldn’t choose between her many loves.They are all still very faithful as they all come to visit her regularly.
Kenny Nerpel has finally been hired as chief flower picker by his father-in-law, Mr. Vogels, although Mary is of great help when she can distinguish between the roses and the red headed kids.
Peter Gillis is still driving the streets of the city.His younger days must have influenced his present occupation for he is now Chief of Police of the booming metropolis of Dunseith.
Cecile Berube is still trying to get to Rome but due to financial problems she has to construct a raft to hold her and sixteen kids.She is a sad gal since Morgan’s Lumber Company won’t permit her husband to leave town until he pays for his lumber.
The biggest success of the Class of ’65 is none other than Barbara Kalk who has been in Hollywood for a number of years now.Last year she won an Oscar for the fastest curtain puller.
Word has just been received by us that Allen Richard has just turned down a proposal for the 50th time.He is still waiting for Juliet to make her appearance.Good luck Allen.
It’s 1998 and poor John Awalt is once again on crutches due to the fact that his wife Joan accidentally slammed the garage door on his leg as he was pushing his ’55 Chevy into the garage.
Back in a dismal corner of the Post Office we find Susan Fassett sitting in a rocking chair waiting for the mail truck to arrive.It seems her age has finally crept up on her, but even though the mail is often late her motto is “Better Late than Never”.
It is now the year 1980 and we find the business booming at the Crystal Café since the new proprietors Ginger LaRocque and Anthony Poitra took over.They will never be at a loss for waitresses and pearl divers as they are awaiting their eighth girl.
We now see Joe Casavant operating his own dairy farm which consists of one skinny cow and a flock of registered chickens which he claims lay golden eggs.
We see that Angela Berube is a very devoted wife to her disabled veteran who had the misfortune of losing his big toe while cleaning his rifle; but that doesn’t stop him from helping her in her poppy factory.
Ten years from now if you happen to be in the flourishing city of Thorne and are in need of a good taxi cab driver just call on Rene Casavant who got his well rounded cab driver’s education in old DHS.
Margaret Metcalfe is in seventh heaven since she has just taken over her father’s ranch and now her only desire is to get ahold of some good ranch hand who will also make a prospective husband.
After twenty years of hard labor as a grease monkey Henry Hackman has been promoted to assistant manager of Robert’s Service.Some may say the promotion was due to the fact that he married the boss’s daughter.
It is now 1985 and everyone is closely watching Warren Anderson fight for the Heavyweight Championship of that year.He is sure to win because of his daily practice on his wife, Carol Pritchard.
We no longer see the smiling face of Joan Salmonson seated in the office of DHS as her place has been filled by Helen Rivard who couldn’t bear to leave the educational atmosphere of school life.
Clifford Henry has just inherited his father’s farm and his main crops are rye and little football players.
This concludes the prophesy of the Class of 1965.
Dunseith High School class of 1938
According to my records there are 10 living from the class of 1938. Please review their class matrix below and get back to me with any changes.
Dunseith High School Class of 1938
Dunseith High School class of 1938
Joke of the day
WOMEN WHO KNOW THEIR PLACE
Barbara Walters, of 20/20, did a story on gender roles in Kabul ,
their husbands. Despite the overthrow of the oppressive Taliban regime, the women now seem happy to maintain the old custom. Ms Walters approached one of the Afghani women and asked, ‘Why do you now
seem happy with an old custom that you once tried so desperately to change?’ The woman looked MsWalters straight in the eyes, and without hesitation
said, “Land mines.” Moral of the story is (no matter what language you speak or where you go):
BEHIND EVERY MAN, THERE’S A SMART WOMAN
No Blog yesterday
For the record I was unable to get a blog out yesterday.
Happy Thanksgiving everyone.
Bernadette and I are invited to an expat (group of foreigners) potluck Thanksgiving dinner this evening. Since I am the one with the email list, I disseminate the info to everyone and they most often reply to me. We are expecting about 60 folks, so it will be a big party. After putting the message out about the Potluck, I quickly realized that a lot of folks from other countries do not know what a potluck is. Bernadette is frying up about 70 pieces of chicken and preparing about 25lbs of mashed potatoes with gravy. The host is providing Turkey and Ham. I think a lot of the guests will be bringing deserts and Salads, so we should have a good Thanksgiving dinner.
Folks, Steven is the young man that got killed in a head on car accident, with his brother in the other car, on the road that runs adjacent to the south side of the peace garden. His family is the one that purchased the Zeiler farm. Gary
From the Archives
Will J Hiatt 12/11/1891 – 11/30/1973
Margaret (Margie) Hiatt 11/13/1903 – 9/25/1993
Rene and John Bedard on John’s 85th birthday
Joke of the day
The wise old Mother Superior from County Tipperary was dying. The nuns gathered around her bed trying to make her comfortable. They gave her some warm milk to drink, but she refused it.
One nun took the glass back to the kitchen. Remembering a bottle of Irish whiskey received as a gift the previous Christmas, she opened it and poured a generous amount into the warm milk.
Back at Mother Superior’s bed, she held the glass to her lips. Mother drank a little, then a little more. Before they knew it, she had drunk the whole glass down to the last drop.
“Mother,” the nuns asked her earnestly, “Please give us some wisdom before you die.” She raised herself up in bed with a pious look on her face and said, “Don’t sell that cow!”
Condolences to the Ethan Pottenger Family
From Aggie Casavant (’69): Fort Mill, SC
Although I did not know Ethan, I knew his Mom Jarilyn,his Grandmom, Arla,and his Aunt Jacquiline, I worked with all three in the kitchen at the Dunseith Nursing Home for a couple years. There is no words that can convey the heart break I feel for your family. It’s just all too sad…I’m so sorry…Peace, Love and Prayers to each and everyone of you, now…. and thru the difficult days ahead. Aggie Casavant
Recent Fatal area accidents
Message from Vickie Metcalfe ‘(70): Bottineau, ND
In the Bottineau/Dunseith area, many friends and loved ones are reeling with grieving after two separate, serious accidents within a short period of time.
We cannot even begin to imagine the pain of loss with in the families affected.
Sincerely, Vickie Metcalfe
from today’s Williston Herald
The Highway Patrol says 20-year-old Steven Evans was heading east on a gravel road south of the International Peace Garden following a pickup truck.
Troopers say a car driven west by 18-year-old Christopher Evans of Dunseith entered snow fog kicked up by the pickup, and the two cars collided on a hillcrest.
The wreck killed Steven Evans. Christopher Evans was injured.
Attention Annie Atherton family members
Message from Susan Fassett Martin (’65): Spearfish SD
I have a treasure that I would like to give to any family member of Annie Atherton that might like it. I have a bag with two crocheted scarf ends that were in my mother’s things. The note says, “crocheted scarf ends given to Ed and Alpha (Gunderson) for a wedding gift. Made by Mrs Evenstad, Annie Atherton’s mother.” Alpha gave them to my mother, Irene Fassett in 1983 when she was in AZ. Ed and Alpha were married in 1929. If there is anyone on this distribution list that is a descendant and would like them let me know. Susan
Reply to the cattle drive picture posted yesterday
From Vickie Metcalfe ‘(70): Bottineau, ND
Gary, Dick and Lloyd,
Wow! What a photo!
Thank you three ___for sharing the photo of the 1927 cattle drive.
I noticed the name Buchanan on the bottom. I recalled my dad holding him fondly in high regard in his memories.
When my father, a young teen moved into Dunseith with his widowed mother in the mid 1930’s,
it was folks like Mr. Buchanan & KC Sine among others who gave Dad at age, 13 odd jobs around town.
As I was reading the blog this morning just after 6:00 a.m. the radio was on and Dircks Bently was singing the song “Home”.
Here’s to those of us who were “country when country wasn’t cool.”
We still continue to be country, as we listen to “Home”, and feel proud.
Deborah Lavalee, for allowing Mark to share with us your tribute to Veterans. Thank YOU.
Deborah is was so neat to listen to “Home” while reading your wonderful tribute about folks_Veterans,
who have called this area “home”, and find more knowledge about
everyday people among us who are true HEROES and role models for all of us. Vickie
From: Larry Liere (’55) Devils Lake, ND & Mesa, AZ
At the North Dakota National Guard Retirement Weekend, Retired Army & Air National Guard people meet for a reunion.
These prior service members get together at Camp Grafton, once a year to hear what the National Guard is doing
in North Dakota, the Nation and the World since they met a year ago. There is also time set aside for good meals,
fellowship, dancing and visiting with old friends. Pictured on the shore of beautiful (flooding) Devils Lake which is on
the South side of Camp Grafton are left to right CW4 Ret. Larry Liere, Karen Liere, COL Ret. Virgil Rude, and
Geraldeen Rude. We and the Rudes had a great time talking about the old days in the Guard, Dunseith, and Bottineau.
It was sad that General C. Emerson Murray, Dunseith class of 1942, was not with us this year. General Murray was the
person that started this Retirement Weekend.
Happy Birthday Aggie Casavant (DHS ’69):
Happy Birthday Lynn Halvorson Otto (DHS ’75)
Happy Birthday Jennifer Bergan (Fargo HS ’96)
Jessie Page family question
From Dick Johnson (’68): Dunseith, ND.
Gary and Friends,
The winter quarter of ’68-’69 I rented a room for $25. a month
Bottineau ’68 class picture
Reply from Allen Richard (’65): Midland, MI
I loved seeing the class of ’68 pictures from Bottineau! Typical, somebody misspelled Diane Richard(s) —- converting the name from French to English — Happens every day! GRRR!
Ann is now Married to Senator David O’Connell. David is the best friend I have — or had– in my time in North Dakota politics. David was best my best man when I married Susan on Dec. 31, 1991 in Minneapolis. David and Anadine, his late wife, drove my older kids, Kelani, Marya and Nathan to the wedding and back.
He and his late wife Anadine were God Parents for my daughter Alaina, who some of you met at the reunion.
David and Ann (Carbonneau) O’Connell are the perfect couple! Two of my all time favorite people.
Ann was my date for the ’65 prom. We were returning from a date when she said– “Hey Grampa got his new car.” I bought the little ’65 F-85 from Ann’s Dad Emery in 1980 — for $225. Kelani, Marya, Nathan and I put 100,000 miles on it. It still runs. Best car investment I ever made!!
I farmed 320 acres for Ann’s dad, Emery for 10 years.
Small world! My VERY best wishes to everyone!!
Reply from Sue (Gary) Metcalfe: Forsyth, MO
To Aggie…..OH THANK YOU, THANK YOU for reinforcing the fact that I am not the only one to lose long letters that I take the time to write. Anyone remember the old, WEB TV system that came out years ago…..well, it was so simple and I miss it tons!! They stopped making it because we needed something FASTER with more capacity I guess. Anyway, you and Neola have encouraged me! Sue Metcalfe
Memories from my son (Larry Hackman JR.)
Posted by Larry Hackman (66): Bismarck, ND
I got nice notes from my family yesterday thanking me for my service to our country.
I want to pass on that thank you to everyone. “THANK YOU“
My son wrote about memories of our hunting together days
when he was just knee high to a grasshopper
and a thank you note for my service.
It brought a tear to my eye.
He was always a good boy.
Just a reminder to everyone to send a note once- in- awhile to them you love.
The computer makes it easy.
They will appreciate it.
His e-mail is attached for your enjoyment.
Posted by Neola Kofoid Garbe: Bottineau & Minot, ND
Look at the great picture I found! Jerome/Jerry Boucher has been mentioned in your newsletters. I think, at that time, I told you I have a picture of Jerry/Jim somewhere. As you can see, I found it–quite by accident. I wish it was a little more clear, but if you know Jerry or Jim, you can recognize them.
Posted by Neola Kofoid Garbe: firstname.lastname@example.org Bottineau & Minot, ND
Sherri Slyter Millang – Owner/manager of Sher’s Cafe, Lake Metigoshe
I just visited with Sher and told her I plan to be a vendor at her craft sale on December 3. It appears she’ll have several interesting/different vendors. It should be fun. Hopefully, many people will check it out.
As you can see, I “doctored up” Sher’s flyer–added “Neola’s Caramels” to it. I would have added other vendors’ products, but I don’t know how to describe them in a couple of words.
Joke of the day
Posted by Larry Hackman (66): Bismarck, ND
A lawyer and a senior citizen are sitting next to each other on a long flight.
The lawyer is thinking that seniors are so dumb that he could get one over on them easily.
So, the lawyer asks if the senior would like to play a fun game.
The senior is tired and just wants to take a nap, so he politely declines and tries to catch a few winks.
The lawyer persists, saying that the game is a lot of fun….”I ask you a question, and if you don’t know the answer, you pay me only $5.00. Then you ask me one, and if I don’t know the answer, I will pay you $500.00,” he says.
This catches the senior’s attention and, to keep the lawyer quiet, he agrees to play the game.
The lawyer asks the first question. “What’s the distance from the Earth to the Moon?”
The senior doesn’t say a word, but reaches into his pocket, pulls out a five-dollar bill, and hands it to the lawyer.
Now, it’s the senior’s turn. He asks the lawyer, “What goes up a hill with three legs, and comes down with four?”
The lawyer uses his laptop to search all references he can find on the Net.
He sends E-mails to all the smart friends he knows; all to no avail. After an hour of searching, he finally gives up.
He wakes the senior and hands him $500.00. The senior pockets the $500.00 and goes right back to sleep.
The lawyer is going nuts not knowing the answer. He wakes the senior up and asks, “Well, so what goes up a hill with three legs and comes down with four?”
The senior reaches into his pocket, hands the lawyer $5.00, and goes back to sleep.
Dunseith Caribbean Cruise update From Gina, our travel agent.
Thank you and I see you are missing one cabin for your list: Terry & LeaRae Espe.
NCL needs me to finalize your group now, as I have been putting this off for a bit now.
(hoping and wishing to get you that 24th cabin to calculate your Group credit amount).
Your Group has confirmed mostly ocean view cabins which means NCL will base your
Group rebate amount on the base price of the ocean view cabins held for your group:
The ocean view base cruise price is $489.00 (the amount with all the taxes deducted).
Your group has earned two of these as a rebate to be applied to your final payments.
($489 plus $489 for a total rebate amount of: $978.00 which is divided by: 23 cabins).
All 23 cabins will be confirmed for a $42.53 cabin discount with their final payment.
Final payments should be called in or emailed to me prior to 5pm EST November 18th.
In addition to your group rate, I have also confirmed a one hour “group” cocktail party.
I’ll request first night of cruise and if not possible then it will be the 2ndnight of cruise.
I’ve also added a $50 onboard cabin creditand a bottle of champagne for every cabin.
For any cabins booked after today they will receive the above three group amenities.
(however their cabin would not be eligible to re-calculate the group discount amount).
Please let me know any and all questions.
Thank you and best regards,
Gina S. Ford
Cruise At Will, Inc.
Cruise and Travel Planners
1-866-870-6986 (toll free)
ND Small Business People annual event
Message from Blanche Wicks Schley (’42): Grand Forks, ND
Gary, I don’t have your e-mail address. I have read the good stories about ND people. This last weekend over 200
ND small business people were here in Grand Forks for the annual event. This group are mostly people who have turned a hobby into a business — jelly makers, wine, jewelry and so many crafts. This is an annual event and the shows are held in Minot, GF, Fargo and Bismarck. There are a lot of talented people in this state who are willing to share their talent and we are the lucky ones — we get to be able to buy “home” made gifts. We are so fortunate that these people were willing to stay in the state and share their talents with the general public ( for a price ). Keep up the good work and to everyone out in computer land from ND — have a wonderful holiday!
Blanche Wicks Schley
Request for Aggie Casavant (’69)
From Paula Fassett (’71): North Branch, MN
Aggie…..PLEASE tell us the story of being beat up by a 78-year-old woman in Texarkana…
Growing up in ND and State Tournament memories
From Lynn Halvorson Otto (75): Boonton, NJ
Message from Gary Metcalfe (57): Forsyth, MO
Hello all, Recorded history. Gary Stokes what your blog does, in my opinion, above all is to provide an opportunity for anyone that felt left out of Prairie Past and Mountain Memories a record of familieis and events that a group of Dunseith citizens compiled.
I took advantage of written history and brought up Jack Dempsey on the internet, a boxer whom my dad thought was the greatest boxer of all time. It was great to be able to see him in action via internet. He came from a humble beginning in Colorado, a good looking man, one hand as dangerous as the other and knocked out most of his opponents in the first round. Then I looked to the old 34th infantry WWII, to find an outfit like the Texas company that had 400 front line combat days, just did not cut it with the 34th and their 600 days of front line combat days. There is a wealth of history on the internet now
Then for something to do I punched in Newman Lake, Washington. A lake near the Idaho border and Spokane. I found a website that told a lot about Mr. Newman. This was a place I spent so many happy months at the end of the war. If I was not so dog gone lazy I would contribute to their website and tell them about the Thoms who were our landlords and had a floating store on the lake. They gave me an 18″square box of candy…what a gift for a six year old boy!! The Thoms were related to Mr. Newman.
Most of the memories my dad gifted me with, hundreds of them, will be lost to history because I become frustrated when I try to write stories that are interesting.
I take my hat off to Larry Hackman and Dick Johnson and all other contributors who help this blog stay interesting. Where are you Aggie/
It is frustrating with our new computer because about the time Sue gets a paragraph typed….viola it disappears and we must start all over again! If I was running the computer I would find out from Dick Johnson what those X’s and O’s mean, and I think I would use them plenty about this stage of the message.
Thank you Gary. Gary Metcalfe
Joke of the day
Posted by Sharon Zorn Gerdes (62): Windsor, CO
ND work Ethic Story
From Aggie Casavant (69): Fort Mill, SC
Couldn’t miss the opportunity to share my expierence with the N.Dakota work ethic stories.
One night in 1985 while working at the Bismarck Tribune in Bismarck N.Dak. I noticed an ad in the paper advertising for a nanny in Houston Texas. With my restless spirit stirring in me once again, and always ready for a new adventure, I thought to myself…Hmmmmm
have never thought about being a “Nanny” before, I said to myself, “come on self, lets do it! So I applied for the job,and after about a month and a half of exchanging pictures, background checks and a couple conversations on the phone,and a back up plan with my family in case I was being set up to be kidnapped…LoL… I boarded a Greyhound Bus and headed for Houston. After a couple days on the bus, and getting beat up by a 78 year old women(which is a story for another time) I arrived at the Greyhound Bus terminal in Houston at about 10:30 p.m, with my glasses broke, my face scratched and swollen, I began the task of trying to find David and Nancy Anderson,the couple I was to baby sit for. After the crowd thinned out in the bus terminal, we saw each other, needless to say, they looked a bit stunned at the condition I was in. After our greetings, I started kinda laughing and told them I can explain the bruises, so I went on to explain to them how I came to get beat up on the bus by a 78year old women in the middle of the night in Texarkana. After the shock wore off them, we ended up by having a few good laughs,and went to the house that was to be my home for the next 2 years. Approximately after being at the Andersons for about 3 months I asked Nancy “What in the world made you put an ad for a nanny all the way up in N.Dakota? She explained that, “three of the other attorneys in Davids law firm got their nannys from N.Dakota, and according to the nanny agency that his law partners went thru, that the nannys from N.Dak. were the most honest, hard working, and reliable, then any other state.
After being at David and Nancy’s for 4-5 months I went to the grocery store. While walking around the store, this lady ran into a display of can food and knocked them all over the floor,and just kept going. I stopped and started setting the display up the best I knew how…pretty soon I heard this voice behind me say”Bless your heart,that’s awfully nice of you to do that,seeings your not the one who knocked it down the lady said, then she went on to ask, “Where are you from? I answered N.Dakota…Why?…she smiled and said,”I knew it had to be somewhere like that, cuz no-one from here would of ever stopped to make right, somebody elses mess.
After 2 years in Houstons I came here to Ft.Mill S.C. to work for the Jim and Tammy Bakers P.T.L Ministry, where two of Tammys brothers Donny and Larry Grover worked.. Donny a mechanic, and Larry was over the landscaping dept. where I worked. One day while I was out planting flowers with about 30 other employees, Larry pulled up in his jeep and hollered, “Hey Aggie! Come over hear I need to talk to you. When I got over to his jeep, he reached out and hugged me around the neck with one arm,and said, Hey shorty, you’ve been keeping a big secret from me? I said, Huh? secret? (I started getting a little nervous,cuz I did’t really know him that well,all I knew is that he was Tammy’s brother and he had alot of power within the ministry. He must of saw the nervous look on my face,cuz he kept hugging me and started laughing,and said,” I didn’t know you were from N.Dakota,and I said, yeah why? And he said,” A couple years back when I use to be wild and foolish and B.C….before i started living for Christ, I use to own a bar in Fargo, N.Dak. He went on to say,”Some of the nicest most honest hardest working people I’ve ever known”. Then he told me as he was getting back into his jeep,”jump in, your just the person I was looking for to work up at Jim and Tammys house. He then went on to tell me to pick anyone out of the 200 landscaping employees, that I thought would be a good worker,and could be trusted not to run to the news media with Jim and Tammy stories. So I picked my best friend Theresa…and the rest is history…. Hope you all have a blest day Aggie
1971 – 1972 Dunseith Dragans Basketball Team/Picture
Reply from Les Halvorson (Teacher & Btno radio sports announcer): Bottineau, ND
Hi Gary and Blog readers,
The pic of the 71-72 Dragon BB team brought back a lot of memories for me…that was my first year of teaching at DHS and this was an excellent BB team. Many folks will be able to identify this group……Back row left to right: Kathy Schimetz, Lyle Olson, Jim Mellmer, Curt Berg, Don Olson, Tim Gunville and Trish Larson.
Front row: Linus Faine, Terry “Pie” Counts, George Malaterre, Coach Larry Haugen, Don “Duck” Malaterre, Curt Hagel and Greg Evans. I’m sure Kathy and Trish were excellent stats girls as they were both excellent students. The cheerleaders if memory serves me correctly were LaRae Hagel, Lynn Gillis, Loraine and Loretta Neameyer, Gail Halvorson and Becky Coleman.
These Dragons won the dist. tournament in Rugby where they defeated Rolette in the title game; beat a good Valley Hoople team in the regional semi final game and Munich in the championship game in Grafton to go on to the state tournament at the Aud. in Minot. In the first game at the state they played Berthold and lead at one point by 15 in the first half..lost the lead by half time..got up by 16 or so in the second half , lost that lead and lost the game 58-57. I think it was a case of nerves as the Dragons were a much better team. In the consolation round they had no competition and breezed thru that beating Fessenden 60-57 and New Leipzig 76-64 for the fifth place title. Mayville-Portland won the state title that year and I still believe to this day that the Dragons could have beat them if they would have won that first game and moved into the championship bracket. The Dragons had good size with Curt Berg and Jim Mellmer at forwards, big Don Olson in the middle and a couple of sharp shooting guards in Pie Counts and Greg Evans. Those that came in off the bench contributed as well every game. The Dragons ended up with just 3 losses that year..Berthold in the state tournament and lost to Class “A” Langdon and the Wolford Wolves. They ended up with a 26-3 record.
This 71-72 team was a group of excellent athletes and a fine group of young kids…they were fun in be around in the classroom and around the school.
Larry Haugen came to Botno after that and coached the Braves for many years..he has now retired from education but still is in the painting business and hunts and fishes.
Thanks Gary for all you do and for the memories,
Hi again Gary,
One other player on the 71-72 team that played alot but not pictured was Jeff Evans. Jeff was a junior that year.
Reply from Trish Larson Wild (73): Fort Collins, CO
I forgot this photo existed. That is me on the right and Kathy Schimetz on the left. We were the student managers that year. She and I washed a lot of uniforms that year… We also attended every game and practice and kept stats on every shot taken in every game, and Coach Haugen would post the results so the players knew what they needed to work on. We made it to State in Minot that year. Even though we didn’t take first, I will never forget all tjhe cars that drove out to meet us as the bus came back into town. I think everyone felt like heroes because of that show of support.
I could give you most of the names of these players, but I will let others do that. It was a great year, and we were the first femsle student managers at Dunseith. Larry Haugen was a great coach, a class act, and a kind man. I never saw him yell at a player.
Trish Larson 73
Reply from Linda Johnson Juntunen (72) Perth, ND
Front: Linus Faine, Terry Marion??(not so sure on this one), George Malaterre, Coach Haugan??,Don Malaterre, Curt Hagle, Greg Evans
Back: Lyle Olson, Jim Melmer, Curt Berg, Don Olson, Tim Gunville
Gals: I’m thinking Kathy Schimetz and Trish Larson
I am sure others know better than I!
Reply from Art Hagen (72): Bottineau, ND
Sitting from left to right: Linus Finn(Fine, spell check), Terry Count, George Melaterre, Coach Larry Haugen, Donald Melaterre, Curt Hagel, Greg Evans
Standing from left to right: Kathy Schimetz, Lyle Olson, Jim Melmer, Curt Burg, Don Olson, Tim Gunville
Back: Kathy Schimetz, Lyle Olson, Jim Melmer, Curt Berg, Don Olson, Tim Gunville, Trish Larson
Front: Linus Faine, Terry Counts (Poitra), George Malaterre, Coach Larry Haugen, Don Malaterre, Curt Hagel, Greg Evans
Posted by Neola Kofoid Garbe: Bottineau & Minot, ND
Note: Clarence Berg was a brother to Erling
Posting of the day
Posted by Cecile Gouin Craig (’61): Windsor, CO
Several of these kinda hit home, brought back some good memories. Cecile Gouin Craig 61
SUBJECT: Small Town
It’s our childhood!!!
Those who grew up in small towns will laugh when they read this.
Those who didn’t will be in disbelief and won’t understand how true it
1) You can name everyone you graduated with.
2) You know what 4-H means.
3) You went to parties at a pasture, barn, gravel pit, or in the middle
4) You used to’drag’Main
5) You whispered the ‘F’ word and your parents knew within the hour.
6) You scheduled parties around the schedules of different police
7) You could never buy cigarettes because all the store clerks knew how
8) When you did find somebody old enough and brave enough to buy
9) You knew which section of the ditch you would find the beer your
10) It was cool to date somebody from the neighboring town.
11) The whole school went to the same party after
12) You didn’t give directions by street names but rather by
13) The golf course had only 9 holes.
14) You couldn’t help but date a friend’s
15) Your car stayed filthy because of the dirt
16) The town next to you was considered ‘trashy’ or ‘snooty,’ but was
17) You referred to anyone with a house newer then 1955 as the ‘rich’
18) The people in the ‘big city’ dressed funny, and then
19) Anyone you wanted could be found at the local gas station or the
20) You saw at least one friend a week driving a tractor through town
or one of your friends driving a grain truck to school occasionally.
21) The gym teacher suggested you haul hay for the summer to get
22) Directions were given using THE stop light as a reference.
23) When you decided to walk somewhere for
24) Your teachers called you by your older siblings’ names.
25) Your teachers remembered when they taught your parents.
26) You could charge at any local store or write checks without any ID.
27) There was no McDonalds.
28) The closest mall was over an hour away.
29) It was normal to see an old man riding through town on a riding
30) You’ve pee’d in a cornfield.
31) Most people went by a nickname.
32) You laughed your butt off reading this because you know it is true,
I would not have wanted to have been raised any other
Tough times don’t last…
Tough people do…
Compliments of Rose Hohl (Art Hagen ’72) – One days stay in the Hilton
For Bernadette’s birthday last June, Rose gave her a certificate for a days stay at the Hilton. Yesterday we checked in at the Hilton. Upon checking in and going to our room we were pleasantly surprised to discover that Rose had booked a suite. My first thoughts were when we entered the room is “Where is the bed”? Then I saw the bedroom door. We checked in about 2:30 PM. They were still serving their lunch Buffet. It looked so good that we couldn’t resist. Luckily we had eaten light for day up to that point. There are a lot good buffet’s in area, but this is one of the best that we have had. The Hilton has 3 high rise buildings on a nice white sandy beach.
This was actually Bernadette’s 63rd. The gals were having fun reversing the numbers.
Thank you Rose,
Sue has been on our distribution for quite sometime now. Many of you know her and are also related to her. Sue’s mother, Mabel Berg, was a sister to my Aunt Helga Berg Petterson. Helga was married to my dad’s brother Nels. They lived in Everett, WA. Sue’s Dad, Clarence, was a brother to Erling Berg too, so she is a first cousin to all of the Erling Berg siblings. She is also a first cousin to Bonnie (Monte ’68) Berg Espe. Sue’s mother was a Berg married to a Berg. She didn’t loose her maiden name being married to Clarence.
Sue has been a hair stylist and Salon owner for years in the area too. Sue, I am not sure, but I think your salon is up at Lake Metighoshe?
ND Work Ethics
Reply from Dick Johnson (’68): Dunseith, ND
Gary and Friends,
Reading yesterdays blog reminded me of a story my dad told about
1971 – 1972 Dunseith Dragans Basketball team
Posted by Art Hagen (72): Dunseith, ND
This picture was 7 years past my HS days, so I don’t recognize anyone in this picture. I know a lot of you are in this picture though. I have posted and enlargement below too. Who are the gals on each end? I will re-post with names.
Thanks Art for sharing,
Joke of the day
Posted by Larry Hackman (’66): Bismarck, ND
A father put his 3 year old daughter to bed, told her a story and listened to her prayers which she ended by saying:’God bless Mommy, God bless Daddy, God bless Grandma and goodbye Grandpa.’
The father asked, ‘Why did you say goodbye Grandpa?’
The little girl said, ‘I don’t know daddy, it just seemed like the thing to do.’
The next day grandpa died.
The father thought it was a strange coincidence.
A few months later the father put the girl to bed and listened to her prayers which went like this: ‘God bless Mommy, God Bless Daddy and goodbye Grandma.’
The next day the grandmother died.
‘Holy s***!’ thought the father, “this kid is in contact with the other side.”
Several weeks later when the girl was going to bed the dad heard her say:
‘God bless Mommy and goodbye Daddy.’
He practically went into shock. He couldn’t sleep all night and got up at the crack of dawn to go to his office. He was nervous as a cat all day, had lunch and watched the clock.
He figured if he could get by until midnight he would be okay. He felt safe in the office, so instead of going home at the end of the day he stayed there, drinking coffee, looking at his watch and jumping at every sound.
Finally, midnight arrived; he breathed a sigh of relief and went home. When he got home his wife said ‘I’ve never seen you work so late, what’s the matter?
He said ‘I don’t want to talk about it; I’ve just spent the worst day of my life.’
She said, ‘You think you had a bad day, you’ll never believe what happened to me.
This morning my golf pro dropped dead in the middle of my lesson!
Happy Birthday Greg LaCroix (DHS ’66)
Birthday greeting to Greg
From Paulette LaCroix Chisholm (68): Newark, Delaware
Happy Birthday to my beautiful big brother Greg La Croix. He turns 42 today. (at least this is what he told me)
With Love from your sister Paulette
North Dakota Folks – Successes
Reply from Doreen Larson Moran (‘BHS 61): Usk, WA & Hazelton, ND
Hi Gary from Sunny Turtle Mountains (at least still today) – snow is forecast to hit tonight and maybe tomorrow with lots of wind, but temperature is predicted to go back into the forties Monday/Tuesday. My brother Spencer Larson (BHS ’68) had visited with Greg Page at the Winter Ag show that Rod Hiatt referanced. At that time Greg had come from Singapore, the Asia-Pacific Cargill Headquarters which currently has 300 employees. Yes, there are a lot of success stsories from our part of the world. My dad, Ledolph went to Detroit in the late thirties to work at Ford Motor Company. There was a long line of applicants but when he was asked where he was from and he said North Dakota, he was told he was hired on the spot. They told him they knew they could depend on the North Dakota people. I believe Ben and Adolph Iverson were already employed at Ford Motor prior to that time. Since, if memory serves me correctly, he had said that it was Ben who encouraged him to pack up and get to Detroit. Ha, probably if I went to a box of old letters I might even find more information.
Doreen Larson Moran
Joke of the Day
Last year I replaced all the windows in my house with that expensive
double-pane, energy-efficient kind and today I got a call from the
contractor who installed them. He complained that the work had been
completed a whole year ago and I still hadn’t paid for them.
Hellloooo, … just because I’m blonde doesn’t automatically mean
that I am stupid. So, I told him just what his fast-talking sales-guy
had told me last year, that in ONE YEAR these windows would
pay for themselves! Helllooooo? It’s been a year! … I told him.
There was only silence at the other end of the line, so I finally just hung up.
He never called back. I bet he felt like an idiot.
Happy Birthday Sandy Monson Gottbreht
Happy Birthday Margaret Metcalfe Leonard
Note from Neola Kofoid Garbe: Bottineau & Minot, ND
At this time, I’m quite sure I will not be at the craft sale tomorrow; I’m still battling a cold (The last two months, or so, have certainly been interesting–to say the least!) My caramels are there, thanks to friends helping me get them to the armory and setting up my tables.
Bottineau Page family
Reply from Vickie Metcalfe (70): Bottineau, ND
Gary and Brenda,
Re:Bottineau Page Family,
Mrs. Bob Page is Kathleen Law Page, formerly from Finnegan Township near Rolette.
She attended country school many years ago, with my Uncle Charles Anklam.
Her mother was the teacher and author, Laura Thompson Law.
When I went to Scotland last summer, I found what a small world I live in.
My roommate was from the Red River Valley. Her paternal grandmother and Mrs. Law were sisters.
Laura Thompson Law wrote, “The History of Rolette County”,a few decades before the Dunseith Centennial book
which references it.
It is a wonderful red bound book written in the ’50s.
I was so excited to find, the books available at the Dunseith Log House this past summer.
Thanks to Jess Hosmer who sold them. I purchased several hard covered copies for each of my nieces and nephews,
along with copies of the Dunseith Centennial Book…… a perfect gift for those of us who believe in Santa!
Greg Page (BHS ’69) – President and CEO of Cargill, Inc
Reply from Rod Hiatt (69): Bottineau, ND
Greg Page graduated from Bottineau in 1969, he was one of my classmates. Greg went to college I believe in Grand Forks and planned on coming back to Bottineau when he was done, but he happened to be in the right place and at the right time and somehow got in with Cargill and worked his way to the top. Greg was always a very likeable guy and coming from small country town had great work ethics that paid off very well for him. Greg was back for one of our class reunions(I believe our 20th) and he at that time was fairly high up in Cargill, but he was still the same down to earth guy that I went to high school with. The last time Greg was up in Bottineau that I know of was he was the keenote speaker at the winter ag show. A great success story, a great CEO and a still a great Guy.
Excerpts from the WEB
Gregory R. Page (born 1952 in Bottineau, North Dakota) is the president and CEO of Cargill, Inc. of Minneapolis, Minnesota, USA. Page graduated with a bachelor’s degree in economics from the University of North Dakota.
Gregory R. Page, 59, is Chairman and Chief Executive Officer of Cargill, Incorporated, an international marketer, processor and distributor of agricultural, food, financial and industrial products and services. He was named Corporate Vice President & Sector President, Financial Markets and Red Meat Group of Cargill in 1998, Corporate Executive Vice President, Financial Markets and Red Meat Group in 1999, President and Chief Operating Officer in 2000 and became Chairman and Chief Executive Officer in 2007. Mr. Page is a director of Cargill, Incorporated and Carlson Companies and non-executive Chair of the Board of Big Brothers Big Sisters of America.
Cargill, Incorporated is a privately held, multinational corporation based in Minnetonka, Minnesota. Founded in 1865, it is now the largest privately held corporation in the United States in terms of revenue. Cargill has 97,000 employees running more than 1,000 production sites and out of 59 countries
Couple of Great Stories
From Larry Hackman (66): Bismarck, ND
A couple of stories from long ago.
Hope everyone enjoys them.
Stories from a bygone era:
My Great Uncle Henry Dietrich liked to tell a story now and then. Some might be true and some might not. Your guess is as good as mine. I reckon I was about 13 years old when Great Uncle Henry told me these stories.
This one has to do with a horse, a practical and cheap mode of transportation, and for some the only mode of transportation, besides walking.Henry said the whole family was out in the barn yard milking the cows.It was in the fall of the year, near dusk and the shadows were already getting long. When into the yard walked this fellow, leading a horse.He walked up to the fence separating the barn yard, from the farm house yard.There was a difference between the yards.The difference being, one yard you had to worry about stepping in something, and the other yard you didn’t.
The fellow leading that horse into the farmyard tied the lead rope of that horse to the fence and came walking through the homemade self closing gate into the barnyard. Henry always had this walk through board gate between the two yards rigged up with a rope and pulley system.You pushed it open from the house yard side then walked through into the barn yard, and the weighted pulley system would pull it shut behind you.I always thought that it was kind of a neat setup.It was probably constructed by my Uncle Frank Hackman, he was always known as the fixer or the inventor of the family.In fact his nick-name was “Fixer”.
Anyway! This fellow, who brought the horse into the yard, apparently had looked over the people in the barn yard and made a calculated deduction that Great Uncle Henry was in charge of this group.Probably had something to do with his age, Henry had surmised.Anyway that fellow walked up and asked Henry if he would be interested in buying the mare that he had just tied to the fence.Now, I want you know, my Uncle Henry was a shrewd businessman, and also had a sharp eye.His first thought was to ask how much he wanted for the horse, but Henry didn’t want to start dickering on the horse yet, in fact, he didn’t want to give the impression that he was even interested in the horse.Henry just wanted to get the chores done for the day.
During this time period (the 30’s), there were a lot of unscrupulous people wandering around the country side.Most were out to find a way, to make an easy buck or two, as there were no jobs, and nobody had any money, and if they did have any money they were hanging onto it tight.
So, Henry was a little leery of just up and buying a horse from a stranger that had suddenly wandered into the yard.Uncle Henry was taking a good long hard look at the horse, to make sure that it didn’t belong to one of his neighbors.He didn’t recognize the horse, but still was not to anxious to buy a horse from a complete stranger.Henry didn’t even bother to walk over, to look the horse over.He was kind of anxious to get the milking done, and get this fellow out of his hair.
Henry looking at the horse, and then at the fellow said, “You did say mare didn’t you”.The fellow nodded his head in agreement.Henry said, he looked that fellow straight in the eye and said, “If that horse is a mare, what’s that bat doing hanging under its stomach?The fellow looked at the horse, than back at Henry, and than just walked back over to the horse and untied him, and left.Henry said he never saw the fellow or the horse again.
Another story, Great Uncle Henry told me about, was about running into an old friend in the grocery store.After the initial greetings, the conversation went onto asking about family.The fellow was real anxious to tell Henry about his son.The fellow said my son is really an important person in a large city out east.In fact he runs the whole city.He tells everyone what to do, and they listen to him.If they don’t, he fires them on the spot.He is a powerful man.Henry was getting interested, and asked the fellow what his son does?The fellow gave Henry one of them blank stares that us old fellows often do when our minds go blank.He gives Henry, a flustered look, and says the words were just on the tip of my tongue.I can’tthink of it now.It’s a big important job!He is an important man! I just can’t think of his title, he continued!All of sudden he looks at Uncle Henry, directly in the eye, and asks him, what is that horse with the two bung holes called?Henry looks at him kind of funny, and begins to wonder where this is going, but Henry says, you do mean a mare?The fellow gets all excited, saying, yes that’s it, that’s what he is, he’s a mayor.
When I mentioned these stories to my brother Henry (class of 65) he recounted an incident that took place in the early 50’s back on the farm.He said that he and dad had rode out on the ford tractor to the old A-frame hay stacker that was setting out in the hay field, west of the farm yard.Dad was apparently checking it out to make sure that all the cables and pulleys were lubricated.He used a large wrench to tighten nuts and bolts on the stacker.He was making sure the stacker was ready for putting up hay for the long winter ahead.
On the way to the stacker they had noticed a lone fellow walking out along the road to the west of them.Dad didn’t seem to pay much attention to him, but when the fellow veered from his southern direction, and started coming toward them, dad quit what he was doing and looked over at the fellow.Dad apparently was familiar with strangers wandering around.He immediately picked up a large wrench and slid it into the back pocket of them bib-overalls, that he always wore, and started walking toward that fellow.He turned, and told Henry to stay put. Henry said he saw the look in dad’s eye and knew he better do what he was told to do.He stayed there on the stacker leaning on a brace, watching, as the two men approached each other.They met about half way between the stacker and the road. Henry said, all he could see was dads back, but he could tell, that they were talking.He did notice that dads left arm kept flapping out and pointing to the south, the right arm he held close to his side and near that right back pocket, where that wrench was stored. Soon the fellow walked off to the south and Dad came back to the stacker.Dad put the wrench back into the tool box.
There always seemed to people wandering around the countryside back in the day.I don’t know if this was because of the close proximity of the Canadian border or if it was because of the lean times that everyone was experiencing.As a young lad and not knowing at the time why dad put that wrench into his back pocket, Henry thinks he finally figured it out. Apparently dad was prepared to tighten something up on this wandering fellow, if he had too.
I hope you enjoy these stories from the friendly Henry’s.Remember to laugh; Larry
Question from Brenda Hoffman (68): Greenville, SC
Does anyone know Greg Page? He’s from Bottineau and born in either 1950 or 1951. He’s the CEO of Cargill, the largest privately owned company in the world I believe (maybe just the US). Anyway if it were a public company it would rank with IBM. Greg’s father was the John Deere dealer in Bottineau and he was quoted as saying he grew up 6 miles from the Canadian border. I can’t remember anyone ever mentioning him – other than I think one Dunseith blog referred to him but didn’t realize he was the same or similar age as me.
Woodford Bowling Alley Memories
From Dick Johnson (68): Dunseith, ND
Gary and Friends,
With Lloyd’s posting of the Woodford Bowling Alley picture,
pins and a 16 lb bowling ball! That was on the south lane. Vince didn’t
get hurt but I remember thinking that I didn’t think I would like that
job. It was there when I was only maybe 4 years old that I got to throw
(push actually) my first bowling ball. Joe Spaeth said, “Kid, come over
here.” I got up from the old wooden seats behind the bowlers and went
to the alley where he was holding the ball. He set the ball down and
said to give it a try. I rolled the ball down the alley and it just
stopped when it bumped into the pins only knocking over a couple. Joe
said, “Good try there kid, you’ll make a bowler some day.” The rest of
the men were laughing but it was exciting for me. When the Garden Lanes
opened a few years later, my grandpa Henry Olson bought me an 8 lb ball
and I could throw it pretty well when I was 8-9 years old. As an adult,
I bowled for several years and had a 169 average. I never got real
good. The funny part was that years later, after many years of not
bowling, I joined up with Norman Hiatt, Jay Vanorny, Brian Fauske, and
Ray Lagerquist and bowled on the Bottineau Mens League and after all
those years—–169 average. I thought that was strange. I did bowl as
256 one time, but only one time. I was kind of a fisherman bowler—I
just bowled for the ‘halibut’. Thanks Gary!
Riding in the Car With Santa
Reply from Vickie Metcalfe (70): Bottineau, ND
Gary, and friends,
Responding to Dick’s question.
And, Marlys and Gary’s grown up talk ’bout Santa.
Dad, like his brother Emil, was a professional plasterer, the trade they honed after WWII in Seattle.
I believe, it was through an American promise to Veterans, the G.I . Bill.
Dad and mom were married at Dunseith Lutheran Church in September of ’47.
They honey mooned in Bottineau in those little cabins by the creek, long gone now.
Dad drove them to Washington,where he completed his apprenticeship.
Their first years of marriage they lived across the street from Woodlawn Park Zoo, in Seattle.
He and my mother’s dream was to own a farm in ND.
While venturing back to ND to see her Mother and Pop in Holmes Twp.,
Dad walked south a couple miles in waist deep snow after an April/May snowstorm.
They’d heard about a little farm, and, they, had saved cash to purchase it from Bill Childs.
The fall of ’58-59, we went to WA. in a two toned reddish jeep wagon,
Dad at the wheel.
Our family lived with my dear Uncle Archie in his house.
Dad, worked out, building construction with lots of other uncles.
Whilst living there,a six year old learned about reality ?____ drunk driving.
A year of sorrow.
Returning to ND, another piece was added to the farm.
Again, with dad at the wheel, traveling in a new ’63 cream and brown,
Chevy Biscayne station wagon we moved back to WA for a year, ’63-’64.
Another piece was added to the farm.
He and my mothers common goal and dream was to grow that farm in ND.
He worked out, she worked, saved and worked at home.
They were a relentless pair of workers with a belief and a dream.
Whatever our mother, couldn’t do with the help of her farm kids, dad did after work and on weekends.
Through hard work, a farm was built. And a family grew.
Just as their dream was recognized, dad lost sight, diabetes..
A few years later mom lost sight in one eye, brain tumor.
They continued traveling together.
But, now,it was Mom behind the wheel.
I’d say, “Aren’t you scared riding with her, Dad?”
He’d reply, ” I don’t see a thing, we’re ok we’ve still got one eye between us.”
Together, they never lost their vision driving down the road, together.
They always kept on and grew, “in their minds eye” their own Family and farm.
Marlys and Gary,
I know, there is a Santa.
It’s the vision I keep in my minds eye, to never give up believing.
Joke of the Day
Posted by Dick Johnson (66): Dunseith, ND
Gary and Friends,
Two older couples just finished a meal at the one couples home and
Happy Birthday Vickie Bergan Dietz (DHS 82): email@example.com
From Marlys Hiatt (’71): Dunseith, ND
Yesterday at lunch time a few staff at the Dunseith Public School were
Message from Ginger LaRocque Poitra (’65): Belcourt, ND
I just want to say that I miss out on a great deal of the Blog during the
summer. I just caught up on some of the readings.
I would like to send my condolences to all who have lost love ones due to
I would like to send my prayers to all the families.
I am sending my prayers to Pete Gillis that he comes through this cancer
bit once again, I have all the faith that he will.
To Pete (’65) and Verena Gillis,
Message from Aggie Casavant (’69): Fort Mill, SC
Verena after reading your posting concerning what you and Pete are going thru at this time, I want to share with you a promise from God that has taken me thru many difficult times over the years. It’s a scripture from Isaiah 43:Verses 1-2-3 God say’s “Fear not for I have redeemed you; I have called “YOU” by name “YOU” are “MINE” When “YOU” pass through the waters, I will be with “YOU”; the rivers “WILL NOT” overflow “YOU”. When “YOU” walk thru the fires,”YOU” “WILL NOT” be scorched, or will the flames burn you. For I am the Lord your God the Holy one of Israel….”YOUR” Savior.” I hope both you and Pete can find Peace,and strength through this scripture,as you walk through trials each day. Know that I got you both covered in prayer each day, as I am certain that many people do. God’s Blessings of Peace to you today.
Vickie Metcalfe’s childhood family car
Memory from Dick Johnson (68): Dunseith, ND
Gary and Friends,
Reading Vickie’s story about her childhood time in Washington
Reply from Lloyd Awalt (’44): Bottineau, ND
Dick, The picture of the girls bowling I think pretty sure would be 1954 or 55 in the old alleys. Your dad is bowling on alley 2. There was only three lanes. I set pins there for a couple years. I have another picture. If I can fined it I’ll put it on. Some of us sipping a little, ha.
Posted by Rose Hohl: Bottineau, ND & Cebu, Philippines
Joke of the day
Posted by Dick Johnson (’68): Dunseith, ND
Gary and Friends,
An older man went to see the doctor. The doctor came in and asked
Pete Gillis (’65) Update
From Verena Gillis: Dunseith, ND
This is just a little thank you to all of our friends and relatives who
have called and sent prayers and wishes to us. Pete is getting through
this first chemo session slowly – can’t eat very good right now, mouth and
throat is very sore and irritated, part of the side effects – His next
treatment is scheduled for November 17th – I know God has his reasons for
everything that happens in this world but I still wonder when it gets this
close to home, “Why us?”
Bowling Alley Reply
From Dick Johnson (68): Dunseith, ND
Gary and Friends,
A little research can do wonders. I looked at a picture of Dad
Reply from Lloyd Awalt (’44): Bottineau, ND
The picture of the three women bowling, was taken at
Woodford bowling alley. At that time the women did ware dresses once in a while.
Posting from Vickie Metcalfe (70): Bottineau, ND
Gary and Turtle Mtn friends,
The fall of 1963, our family moved to WA state, where dad worked with his brother plastering.
They got to leave for for a week at a time as one of their jobs was plastering a big prison on the coast.
Dad would get up and be gone by 3:30 a.m. Monday morning, car pool with Uncle E and his friend. He would return Friday afternoon.
My mom, Aunt Ann, and their friend, Bob’s wife would prepare 3 hot dish meals they would take. The men would eat those hot dish meals M. T.W. and pack sandwiches for lunch.
They would eat out only one meal, Thursday’s. All of those guys were family men, who had goals to save.
I enjoyed the year way from ND, because, My dad, a relentless worker all the time, had to take the weekend off when we lived in WA state.
Oh what adventuresome weekends we kids had riding in the back, with Dad and mom in the front seat of the two tone station wagon,
Weekends of the fall we piled in that station wagon and drove up and over the Cascades to Wenatchee, where mom and dad walked us through orchards,picked and bought apples,and applets and cotlets.
Other times,we’d take the ferry over the sound to Whidbey and drive to Deception pass.
We went clamming on the beachs and later ate those clams which our mom prepared with butter.
We often ate fresh blackberries, plums, cherries, pears and strawberries, hand picked in our cousins or our back yard.
And music. Always music when our Big extended family gathered.
Aunt Leona and her mouth organ, Uncle Emil playing Jimmie Rodgers or Johnny Horton on his guitar.
When Uncle Charlie with his fiddle came,
It was pure sweet Turtle Mountain Fiddling at it’s best.
Two steps, reels and waltzs.
Back at our home, Sunday afternoons our family listened to Andy DesJarlais,
who played musiic like Uncle Charlie.
Music of home.
I was scanning the Winnipeg Free Press tonight, when I saw this article about Andy DesJarlais.
And his origins a bit north in Manitoba.
It took me back to that sweet smell of apples, bygone days of laughter and music.
—— And a Canadian fiddler who I thought could play almost as good as my Uncle Charlie!
if you are interested in more:
Posted Yesterday by Lloyd Awalt (44): Bottineau, ND
Reply from Paula Fassett (71): North Branch, MN
Thanks, Lloyd, for the photo of the bowlers………on the right is my Mom, Irene Fassett, who was one heck of a bowler. In the middle is Dick’s Mom, Bernice Johnson and I’m guessing Teresa Awalt on the left.
I can’t imagine that my Mom was bowling with a dress on! I’m guessing there were photos being taken of the bowlers for whatever reason and Mom probably stopped in from work to be in the photos. I’m waiting for Dick’s response!!!
Reply from Dick Johnson (68): Dunseith, ND
Gary and Friends,
The bowlers in the picture are Theresa Cote Awalt, Bernice Olson
Johnson, and Irene Watkins Fassett. These I AM sure of. I can’t
decide if it is in the old bowling alley, behind Woodford’s Bar, or the
‘new’ Garden Lanes? The wall behind them looks like it’s cement block
which would be the Garden Lanes. Thanks Gary!
Feb. 17, 1973-Oct. 28, 2011
October 30, 2011
DUNSEITH Richard DuBois, 38, Dunseith, formerly of Belcourt, died Friday, Oct. 28, 2011, in a Dunseith nursing home.
He was born Feb. 17, 1973, to Debbie Poitra and Robert DuBois Jr., in Belcourt.
Survivors: mother, Debbie Allery-Poitra, Belcourt; brothers, Robert DuBois, Belcourt, Mike Clauthier, Terry Clauthier and Ferrell Clauthier, all of Grand Forks; sister, Kylie DuBois, Grand Forks.
Funeral: Tuesday, 10 a.m., Fiddler’s Hall, Belcourt.
Burial: Tuesday, 2 p.m., St. Anthony’s Catholic Cemetery, Belcourt.
Visitation: Monday, 6 p.m., in the hall with a rosary service there Monday, 8 p.m.
(Elick Funeral Home, Rolla)
Last year I replaced all the windows in my house with that
double-pane energy efficient kind, and today, I got a call
contractor who installed them. He was complaining that the
been completed a whole year ago and I still hadn’t paid for them.
Hellloooo,…………just because I’m blonde doesn’t mean
that I am
automatically stupid. So, I told him just what his fast
guy had told me last year, that in ONE YEAR these windows would
pay for themselves! Helllooooo? It’s been a year! I told him.
There was only silence at the other end of the line, so
I finally just hung up. He never called back. I bet he felt
like an idiot.