Happy Birthday Colette Hosmer (’64): Santa Fe, NM
Happy Birthday Colette Hosmer (’64)
From Eve Gottbreht (’65): Irvine, CA
Happy Birthday Colette today is the day if I remember correctly…..
Donald Johnson Passed away: Two Harbors, MN – Note: This message was received yesterday
Posted by Sybil Johnson: Chippewa Falls, WI
Beckie Johnson’s message
Hi all this is August Johnson’s Daughter, Beckie. I am sad to pass the following. If you remember Augie, then you should remember Donald, Bronco, Johnson. He passed away about 2:00 this afternoon. Mom, Sybil Johnson, will pass on all of the information. I just want to say thanks to all of you for your support when dad died last March. Please keep up the support for my family again in this time of tragedy.
Sybil Johnson’s reply to Gary
Yes Gary, Doni was Augie’s younger brother. Their parents were of course, Axel and Bernice Johnson. I guess, he had been snow blowing and went inside to find that
Carol had fallen off of the couch. You see, Carol has had several minor strokes and some how she had fallen off. He went to get her settled back on the couch, when he
had a massive heart attack and died in Carol’s arms.
I will keep everyone informed over the next few days.
Dick Morgan (’52) & Harvey Hoffman memories
Reply from Gary Morgan (’54): Garrison, ND
Gary & All,
This is the first time I have had access to internet since the first of November so I have some catching up to do.
First, I want to thank Junner Williams for his kind words regarding brother, Dick. Junner’s words were probably exemplified by the fact that some of Dick’s ex-students made the trip from the Denver area for Dick’s funeral in Washburn.
I was saddened to see of the passing of Harvey Hoffman. I was about 17 and working weekends at the San pastuerizing milk. Early one morning in the early 50s, as I passed through the kitchen to the pastuerizing room, I was greeted with a cheerful “Good Morning, Young Fella!”. Here was a new fellow working in the kitchen. Later, I learned that his name was Harvey Hoffman and he always had a cheerful greeting for me and always seemed genuinely glad to see me. I have never known anyone as upbeat as Harvey Hoffman. His mere presence seemed to lift the spirits of the entire kitchen staff.
A couple of years ago, his daughter, Brenda, told of what a dark, sad and scary time that had to be for him. His wife and infant daughter were patents at the San. At that time, that was practically a death sentence. His young son was being raised by grandparents and who knew what future this new job held? Yet, one wouldn’t know he had a care in the world.
Years later, when I was teaching in McClusky, I had the privilege to meet his dad.
It is heartwarming to know that life turned out well for Harvey. He deserved it.

Gary Morgan


A few of my memories of my Buddy…Dick Morgan…
From Glen Williams (’52): Missoula, MT

Memories of My Pal since the 6th Grade


You may wonder why I used “My Pal Since the 6th Grade” in the title.It is because that term was first used by my Pal Richard Lee “Dick” Morgan. Last year he sent me a card that on the outside page read “Clean living, pure thoughts, good morals all make for a long life”…when you opened the card inside it said “You’re a goner…Happy Birthday”. He signed the card “your pal since the 6th grade”. That tells you the kind of friendship we had…a friend who could make me chuckle and enjoy life.


I first met Dick when his family moved in across the street from my family’s home in Dunseith.We were both in the 6th grade and have been friends ever since.We knew each other so well that we could almost predict what the other was thinking. Letters were exchanged whenever we were not living in the same town or city.That custom began in 1952 while I was a patient in the State Tuberculosis Sanatorium and Dick was a student at the University of North Dakota.This practice ended when he sent his last letter on January 7, 2012 and I sent a return letter on January 19, 2012.Of course we visited, either in person or on the telephone, whenever we could, but letters were our primary means of long distance communication.


Dick was an accomplished actor and published author. However, when I say that I think Dick would want to be remembered as a Proud Family Man, Teacher of History, Storyteller, and Turtle Mountain Boy, I do it with a great deal of knowledge of things that were important to him. Let me elaborate.


Dick was very proud of his Children and Grandchildren and all that they had accomplished in their varied lives.But he was especially proud of his wife Shana, who tolerated his sometimes unusual behavior.She provided thoughtful guidance to him during their many years of marriage. She was especially good to Dick during his last illness. His wish was to never be confined to a hospital or nursing home.Shana honored his wish, even though I am sure, at times, it would have been much easier just to have him admitted to a hospital or hospice. She, with a lot of kindness, nursed him through his last illness in a way that I am sure made Dick feel proud and thankful.


Yes, he enjoyed being a History Teacher…I use the term teacher, rather than professor, even though he taught at the college level.That implies that he had his student’s interests as a primary concern, not a title. He could make history come alive.That goes along with his storytelling.He could make a dull history lesson into an interesting, fascinating and memorable story.He created a love of history in his students at the community colleges where he taught.


A great number of his students became lifelong friends. Over the years he remained in contact, with many of his students, through letters, phone calls and personal visits.Not many teachers are able to say that.


This leads us to his Story telling. He enjoyed dressing up in his Mountain Man regalia. Dressed in his buckskin leathers and with his signature beard, he did look like a mountain man of the western frontier. He wowed his audiences with stories of the Wild West. He had tales of unusual historic happenings that would keep those listening, interested and bring an audience from their seats with cheers and hand clapping.Dick enjoyed telling tales of western history as much as his audience enjoyed listening…


Dick never forgot the area where he grew up. He traveled extensively and had lived in many places across this great country. However it was Dunseith, and the Turtle Mountains that often brought back fond memories…Dick and I spent many a day just hiking, camping, swimming, fishing and hunting in those Turtle Mountains.We liked to be referred to as Turtle Mountain Boys, or in our younger days Turtle Mountain Volunteers, rather than residents of Dunseith.The Mountains, or the Hills as known by the locals, always seemed rather mysterious; heavily wooded, hidden trails, many lakes, abandoned CCC camp, cold water springs, buffalo jumps and beaver ponds. Dick was interested in why the coal mine was abandoned, what caused mineral springs, were there really native artifacts buried in the Indian mound, why the mill was closed and stories of bank robbers and other old timers.It is true that he always said that we grew up in the “Golden Years” of Dunseith, in the foothills of the Turtle Mountains. The mountains were very important in shaping our lives.


Ah…Memoires of a pal since the 6th grade, gone to the spirit world on January, 24, 2012


Dick, I will always remember you, now and forever…


Your Pal Since the 6th Grade…Glen I. “Junior” Williams


Reply to Travis Metcalfe’s (’76) space station photo
From Mark Schimetz (’70): Rolette, ND

Reply to Travis: There are a great number of Homes that light up the Southern side of the Turtle Mountains all the was North. This is seen when coming North on Hwy 3. On the Lights I was guess that it is Natural Gas hitting the lower Atmosphere reflecting from the lights of Cities in its wake. Just a guess. Another Weather incident I viewed was a lightning storm over the Western ridges of the Missouri River at Medora. The Lighting would spider web the horizon above the Ridge, and would sizzle for a minute or even longer at times, as the Rain poured.

ND Oil Boom

Reply form Allen Richard (’65): Midland, MI

About the current boom in ND. We have had them before, and if those who are the natives are made of the same salt us our ancestors things will work out. Of course — a re-incarnation of the Teddy Roosevelt Rough Riders might be good!


Some of you met my youngest daughter, Alaina, at the ’65 reunion. She is now 18 and has been accepted to the two colleges she wanted. (scholarships–show me the money) She needs to provide a musical CD to get more scholarships. We will make it available when we can.


Those of you who had to tolerate me in HS choir will wonder how she could be that good. Trust me—I’ve been searching the gene pool for some time. Seems musical talent skipped my generation. Have to go back to Grampa George —-


Allen Richard




Prosperity in North Dakota

Email attached from Larry Liere (’54): lkliere@gondtc.com Devils Lake, ND & Mesa, AZ


North Dakota Oil Boom Brings Blight With Growth as Costs Soar – Please see attached message.

City Sports Club Cebu (CSCC) Name correction for yesterday’s posting
From Rose Hohl: Cebu City, Philippines


Hi Gary,
Just want to make correction on the name of the club that you put on the blog where we been … coz there is another place that is called Cebu City Sports Center, and that is the one in Abellana where the Sinulog festival is being held every year, at the grandstand, its a Cebu city government sports center…. and anyone can come and use where as the CITY SPORTS CLUB CEBU = CSCC is a private sports club owned by Ayala properties and its members only facilities

Rose, I get these names mixed up all the time. Hopefully I will keep them straight now. Thanks, Gary

Joke of the day


Harvey Hoffman’s cars and San Haven
Reply from Travis Metcalfe (’76): temetcalfe@hotmail.com Mesa, AZ
Harvey could really pick nice cars…He bought a white over red ’69 Fairlane 500 2 door hardtop from me (I think as Cynthia’s first car)….I had added bucket seats and loud exhaust and as I remember he put a new exhaust on it and it was a very nice and sporty car but just wasn’t “fast” enough for me…Thinking back on it that was a very sporty looking car…..It sounds like he always had a good eye for for special cars….

I grew up at the San and worked there one summer…What a special place it was and special people..I would go to the Powerhouse for help with my motorcycles and cars or just listen to the stories..One always comes to mind… Martin Belgrade drove an old white pickup and said it was so fast it could overdrive the headlights…yep, it would all go dark until he slowed down enough to let the light catch up!!

And I remember trying to get stripped screws out of a side cover on an old motorcycle….Lum Azure took the screwdriver and with one hand he took them out….He just quietly said “there you go” as I stood there with my mouth open and thinking-I never want this guy mad at me!!


Williston, ND
Reply from Erling Landsverk (’44): King, WI.

Hi Gary and Everyone:


After reading the Williston report on your blog, I find I must concur with Bill Hosmer. It is great that many of the North Dakotans in the Williston, Minot area are enjoying a financial extravaganza. However it appears that things have gotten out of hand, and a special quality found only in North Dakota is being tainted. The quality I refer is the natural spirit of concern for one another, the straight forward way that always prevailed when greeting and working with each other. I assume that since many of the folks who used to liive there have left. That means that those who have nor respect for a social order that was great for everyone is now being trampled on. It reminds me of a herd of hogs breaking into a flower garden. Yes, financial gain is great for those who have worked hard and stayed the course but the invaders that have come with the oil companies have driven greed and self serving policies beyond good moral standards. I sincerely hope the State of North Dakota will deal justly with this situation. No doubt the citizens of North Dakota are as upset with this situation as I am.


Erling Landsverks




Laurali Smith Sime’s Reply to the Williston oil boom Sheriff’s report

From Wayne (’61) & Rosemary Smith: Bottineau, ND


Gary: We received this info earlier this week and sent the info to our
daughter in Williston and received this reply. We thought it would be of
interest to you.

Wayne & Rosemary Smith

Laurali Smith Sime’s reply

I would say most of it is true with just a few exaggerations: It probably
takes an hour to get a table at a sit down restaurant like Applebee’s on a
Friday night but not all the time. Although, Leon did stand in line at
Subway at lunch time for a half hour last week. Not sure if the Babe Buses
are in operation yet but the owner is trying to get a permit to operate.
The City is trying to find any loophole to deny him a permit. Can’t confirm
or deny the large sum of bail money in a Walmart sack but wouldn’t surprise
me. Was told by a police officer, whom I know, that all they do is run from
one call the next and have to prioritize the calls. It is not unusual to
wait 1-2 hours for a cop to show up if it is not an emergency. The traffic
study was only 33% trucks, not 60%. The rest is pretty much true from what
I have seen.


Note from Wayne & Rosemary


Our daughter Laurali Sime took this picture on January 26th in Williston, ND. The car is a BMW convertible. Yes, it was that nice out — about 50 degrees! She is married to Leon Sime, son of Larry & Connie Sime of Dunseith.


Also the ND “Joke of the Day” concerns the many geese around Garrison and Lake Sakajkawea. The geese are so confused with all the nice weather, and their normal V shaped flight pattern is now a ? (question mark) flight pattern.


Wayne (’61) & Rosemary Smith

Posted by Neola Kofoid Garbe: Bottineau & Minot, ND
Mystery City in ND
Posted by Travis Metcalfe (’76): Mesa, AZ
Click the link below to read the story about the “Mystery” City seen in a space station photo of the northern lighs…

I already asked Bernard about the “ridge” of lights 1/3 of the way from Minot (just over the “e” in Bakken) and Winnipeg (if I am looking at Fargo, GF and Winnipeg as the 3 bright lights east of Bismark)

The “Ridge” is straight above the “B” in Bismark and looks like it should be about Rugby. What would be so bright there or is it the South side of the Turtle Mts?? I have been over lapping a map and the light just above the “ridge” looks like it is Brandon.

I did not get a blog out yesterday. We were invited to the City Sports Center Cebu for a Chinese New Year Buffet Lunch at 11:00 AM. We were guests of Rose Hohl (Art Hagen) who is a member of this facility. This was our first time being at this facility too. We were very impressed. Their ball room was filled to capacity with, my guess, 500 plus folks. Following the Lunch they had some great entertainment too, with dancers, etc.
PS – Art Hagen (’72) will be arriving in Cebu on Friday this week. I understand he is very excited to be coming here. I think a very special person in his life is equally as excited on this end. We too are excited to see him.
Cebu City Sports Center – Chinese New Year Dinner.
Joke of the day
Posted by Wayne (’61) & Rosemary Smith: Bottineau, ND

Two medical students were walking along the street when they saw an old man walking with his legs spread apart.

He was stiff-legged and walking slowly.

One student said to his friend: “I’m sure that poor old man has Peltry Syndrome. Those people walk just like that.”

The other student says: “No, I don’t think so.


The old man surely has Zovitzki Syndrome.

He walks slowly and his legs are apart, just as we learned in class.”

Since they couldn’t agree they decided to ask the old man.

They approached him and one of the students said to him, “We’re medical students and couldn’t help but notice the way you

walk, but we couldn’t agree on the syndrome you might have. Could you tell us what it is?”

The old man said, “I’ll tell you, but first you tell me what you two fine medical students think.”

The first student said, “I think it’s Peltry Syndrome.”

The old man said, “You thought – but you are wrong.”

The other student said, “I think you have Zovitzki Syndrome.”

The old man said, “You thought – but you are wrong.”

So they asked him, “Well, old timer, what do you have?”

The old man said,


“I thought it was GAS – but I was wrong, too!




Brenda Hoffman’s (’68) Pink & White ’55 Ford
Reply from Dick Johnson (’68): Dunseith, ND
Gary and Friends,

I had to reply to this one. First, I haven’t heard from, or
about, Eddie Parisien for 40+ years. He was a fun guy back in high
school and we never had a dull moment! Secondly, I had no idea that
Brenda Hoffman’s pink and white ’55 Ford Victoria was still in existence
let alone right here in the area. When Harvey, Brenda’s dad, found that
car for her, it was in like new condition and with the pink and white
color inside and out it was what we called a ‘girl’s car’. Beautiful
little car for Brenda to drive. Harvey had a knack for finding mint
condition older cars and always kept them in tip top shape. I remember
Dale Hoffman’s cars well too. He had a bright red Model A Ford coupe
with disc wheels and full disc wheel covers. He next owned a black and
yellow ’55 Ford Victoria like the pink and white one Brenda had. It was
also really nice shape. My own first car, A Model A 4 door, is still
sitting in my quonset. I bought it in tough shape from my uncle Cliff
Johnson for $50. and fixed it back up a bit with a home brew paint job
and other parts I found locally. It certainly wasn’t anything even
close to the Model A Dale drove. That one was nice! Thanks Gary!


Reply to Eddie Parisien (’69)
From Mark Schimetz (’70): Rolette, ND
In reply to Eddie Parisien, My belated condolences to you for the loss of your Brother Tommy. He was a swell guy and I loved his music. Randy Davis passed on too, After a few beers he could sing the Alabama tunes, and we could not tell the difference between him and the original singer. I remember you working at Pigeons as did I and Melvin Kuhn. If I remember well, you had a black Honda Dream? I well remember that Pink (Ladies Edition of the 1955 Crown Victoria, a pink luggage and purse was part of the accessory’s for that year and mode.) I remember riding in it and partying at Eunice Milks house, just north of the Lumberyard .One thing I don’t for sure remember, was did the car have a sort of a sunroof in a green tint? Ydola and Olinda are still at the home place, just in a newer home, with a lot of hungry stray dogs around. Still talking the Politics and open for a game of Wist
Joan LaCroix (’67) is visting her Mother.
I want to share this nice Face Book picture of Joan with her mother Lydia Fauske LaCroix. Joan is currently visiting her mother and her husband John in Virginia, MN. Joan lives in Olive Branch, MS, so it must be a bit cooler up north than what she is used to in Mississippi.

Williston Oil Memo – Thursday, January 19, 2012
Forwarded message
from Dick Johnson (’68): Dunseith, ND


Bill Hosmer’s (’48) reply to the Williston Oil Memo below:
Dick and all, That is an interesting portrayal of fast advancing development. There is
much to be gained, but not without social, environmental, and legal impacts. It is so dramatic to me after my years in the agricultural setting and small town civility that characterized our state. It a different way of life with unheard of monetary drama for the oil owners as well as the supporting service businesses, and main street stores and shops. It is devastatingly profitable for many. Bill Hosmer


Gary Stokes’ reply to the Williston Oil Memo below:



This is so interesting. The Williston area clearly can not handle all the people. In time, hopefully, they will build accommodations to support/accommodate all these folks. In doing that, the problem may be being able to sustain and keep all these folks employed in the post drilling years.


The last item, 35, caught my eye. Many folks in this country (Philippines) become Nurses with the intent of getting employment in the USA or many of the other countries around the world. Upon completion of their schooling, they have to pass a national examine in this country to officially become an RN. The average passing rate is less than 50%. The test is given only once a year, so those that fail have to wait a whole year to retake the exam. In time the majority do pass. For those seeking employment in the USA, after they have passed the PI test, they must pass the USA test. Many end up retaking this one too. These tests are pretty hard. The average wage for a registered nurse in our area is about $7.00 per day. Up in Manila the RN wages are a bit higher at about $10.00 per day. Bernadette has a few cousins in NY, NJ, TN, TX and CA that went this route a number of years ago. They have done very well in their nursing careers over the years too.


The going rate for tooth extractions at the local dental offices are $5.00. Several years ago Bernadette had a beautiful 3 unit porcelain Bridge done that cost us $250. Had she gone to the mall, it would have been triple that, but that too would have been a great deal.



Williston Oil Memo

A meeting was held of the ND Sheriffs & Deputies Association in Bismarck, as part of this meeting we had an opportunity to sit down with Law Enforcement from western ND to discuss what they are going through with oil impact. Here is a summary of points made:

1. Currently there are a …total of 84 companies involved in the oil industry in western ND.

2. It takes between 2000 and 2200 semi loads of water per well. Currently there are 258 wells in progress with so many scheduled it is hard to determine the exact amount.

3. Traffic accidents, especially fatal traffic accidents are of very high concern. At one location on Highway 85 south of Williston, a traffic count was conducted in October of 2011. In one 24 hour period of time there where 29,000 vehicle through the intersection looked at with 60% of the traffic being semis.

4. Traffic is typically backed up for ½ to ¾ of a mile. One of the guys stated that one day last week he sat at an intersection on Highway 85 for about 30 minutes to get a big enough opening to cross over.

5. They have closed the weigh scale house because it was causing such a traffic jamb that it was closing the roadway.

6. Rent in Williston currently is: $ 2000 for a one bedroom to $ 3400 for a three bedroom.

7. They have no more hook ups for campers any where in the area.

8. Williams County allows three campers per farmstead, the farmers almost all have three campers on their property and are charging $ 800 – 1000 per camper per month for rent.

9. Wal Mart in Williston no longer stocks shelves, they bring out pallets of merchandise at night, and set it in the isles, people then take off the pallets what they want.

10. On 1-1-12, the Williston Wal Mart had 248 campers overnight in their parking lot.

11. Willams County wrecked a pickup and ended up bringing it to Bismarck for repairs because there no available body shops to do the work. Williams County has purchased a trailer and has started to bring vehicles to the Bismarck area for repairs. Willaims County took a pickup in for ball joints and front brakes, the shop charged them $ 2800 for the repairs.

12. Williston and Williams County now produces more taxable sales than any other area in ND.

13. The Williams County jail has increased booking by 150%. With a 100% increase in inmate population. Bonds of $ 5k to $ 10 K are typically paid with cash out of pocket. The Williams County Sheriff stated that a couple of week ago he received a $ 63,000 bond in cash carried into the jail in a plastic Wal Mart bag.

14. Williams County Sheriffs Department has more than doubled in staff over the last two years, they are now buying trailer houses that come up for sale to rent to newly hired deputies.

15. Williams County new starting salary with the academy is $ 46,000 plus 100% of all benefits paid.

16. They are in a continuous hiring cycle, they have no set budget at this time, the Sheriff has been told to manage his office to the best of his abilities and keep the Commission updated, but do not worry about the budget.

17. The Williston McDonalds just announced that they will pay $ 25 an hour, a $ 500 immediate sign on bonus and a single medical plan paid for a manager trainee.

18. The restaurants are full and with limited staff to work in them they usually just have the drive through open. The restaurants that have inside seating are now an hour wait at all times.

19. Law Enforcement in the Williams County area cannot provide training to staff due to time constraints and no location to hold training.

20. The local Motel 6 in Williston now rents rooms fro $ 129.95 per night.

21. Law Enforcement no longer does any proactive work (school programs, community services, house checks) they do very little traffic related issues as well, they just to from call to call. Bars fights are one of the biggest issues.

22. Other law enforcement issues include the strip clubs. The local clubs have now started what is called babe buses. These buses go out to areas and pick up people and bus them back and forth to the strip clubs, the buses have poles on them as well as live entertainment.

23. Drug problems are immense, and they are seeing narcotics that they have never seen in the area before, like black tar heroin.

24. The civil process section of the Sheriffs Department use to average 1800 paper a year, they are now doing 4500 processes a year.

25. Law Enforcement said that they make as many Driving under the influence arrest at 10 Am as they do at midnight.

26. Illegal aliens have become a huge problem, especially getting the proper authorities to remove them from the Country.

27. The current thought from the oil companies is that the area will continue to grow as it has over the past two years for the next five years and stay for ten years. At the end of the ten years they feel the communities will drop in population somewhat.

28. The current thought is that the oil companies will be drilling wells on every 1280 acres of leased land, this way they have tied up the land and do not have to release the property.

29. The Williston General Motors dealership has now become the number 1 seller of Corvettes in the upper Midwest.

30. The bigger oil companies are doing very well in hiring good people. They run checks and make sure the people they hire are drug free; it is the smaller companies that are having trouble-hiring people that will look the other way on hiring issues.

31. They said they do not know anybody anymore. The Sheriff of Williams County he used to be able to go to Wal Mart and not walk very far without knowing somebody, now he does not know any of the people in there.

32. Many of the local citizens are taking retirement and moving out of the area.

33. They have an extreme amount of alcohol abuse going on. They have more calls than ever of drunk people trying to get into houses, to find out they are at the wrong place.

34. Minot population has grown by a projected 9000 people since the completion of the census. Minot is expecting to reach a population of 75,000 in the next three to five years.

35. Trinity Hospital in Minot has just hired 115 nurses from the Philippians to work at the hospital, as they cannot get enough local nurses to apply.

Joke of the day
posted by Neola Kofoid Garbe: Minot & Bottineau, ND

Several days ago as I left a meeting at our church, I desperately gave myself a personal TSA pat down. I was looking for my keys. They were not in my pockets. A quick search in the meeting room revealed nothing.

Suddenly I realized, I must have left them in the car. Frantically, I headed for the parking lot. My wife, Diane, has scolded me many times for leaving the keys in the ignition. My theory is the ignition is the best place not to lose them. Her theory is that the car will be stolen.

As I burst through the doors of the church, I came to a terrifying conclusion. Her theory was right. The parking lot was empty. I immediately called the police. I gave them my location, confessed I had left my keys in the car, and it had been stolen.

Then I made the most difficult call of all. “Honey,” I stammered. I always call her “honey” in times like these. “I left my keys in the car, and it has been stolen.”

There was a period of silence. I thought the call had been dropped, but then I heard Diane’s voice. “Ken,” she barked, “I dropped you off!”

Now it was my time to be silent. Embarrassed, I said, “Well, come and get me.”

Diane retorted, “I will, as soon as I convince this policeman I have not stolen your car.”


Posted on our Website
Message from Eddie Parisien (’69): Everett, WA

From: eddie parisien
Phone: 425-493-4243
hi gary, i stumbled onto this web site about two months ago,and have really, really enjoyed all the blogs they brought back a lot of memories. i grew up next to yodla and olinda pidgeon. i milked a lot of cows with collette. tommy belgarde was my younger brother. i should have graduated in 1969 but droped out,in 1967 i went to welding trade in dalles texas. i joined the ironworkers in 1970 and for the last 40 years i’ve worked all over the country. my condolences to the hoffman family. years ago harvey sold my sister eunice melk a 1955 pink and white ford crown victory, tell brenda it now lives in belcourt with melvin azure and only drives in parades.

Hello Eddie,
How wonderful to hear from you. I have added you the class of 69 in our records and to our daily distribution list.
Please keep in touch,
Dick Morgan (’52) memories
From Glen Williams (’52): Missoula, MT
Gary…Yes Dick Morgan was a member of DHS Class of 1952…..He was the top graduate of our class..

He was a great person….I remained in contact with him by letter, phone and in person for the nearly 60 year since we graduated from DHS.
He was one of a kind and will be remembered by many folks;….Those who knew him from his days in Dunseith, many friends he made over the years…as well as many students who enjoyed his History Classes…

His family and especially his wife Shana meant a great deal to him….and Shana was especially caring during Dick’s last illness…taking care of him at home….When doing otherwise would have been much easier.

Dick was a great friend of mine and many others; and will be greatly missed..

Glen Williams…Class of ’52

Elwood and Eleanore (Stubby) Fauske
I received this nice picture from Stubby and Elwood in the mail, at our local post office in Cebu, yesterday. This picture is dated 12/11/11, so it is a recent picture. Without fail, for years, we have gotten a Christmas card from Stubby and Elwood. I feel guilty because we have not sent out cards for years. The post mark on this card is 12/17/11 and today is 1/27/12, so this card was in the mail for a few weeks.
Stubby and Elwood were married in October 1942, so they will be celebrating their 70th wedding anniversary this year. Elwood, born in 1920, was 5 years younger than my dad.
Stubby and Elwood are definitely a community roll model couple. They were such close friends and neighbors of ours up in the hills too.
Elwood had farm land all the way from the Canadian line to the prairie too.
PS – Fauske Siblings, when you talk to your folks, please tell them thank you from Bernadette and me.
Happy Birthday replies to Susan and Allen
From Ginger LaRocque Poitra (’65): Belcourt, ND
> Happy birthday Susan. I hope you have a good one and many many more.
Stay healthy

Happy birthday Allen, and many healthy more.

Metighoshe Ladies Aid Picture
Reply from Glenore Larson Gross: Bottineau, ND
Gary – an update on the names on the Ladies Aid picture – it is in fact from the Creamery anniversary, taken by Oliver Magnuson (according to a sticker on the back of the picture at the Christian Center) – the copy there has the names listed. Doreen’s list was mostly correct, except that Mrs. Duame’s name is Arlene (#27) and #33 is not Elinor Roland but I didn’t write down the name and of course it has now left my memory. I believe it was either a Vinje or Salem name if that helps (maybe Aasness?) I can come up with that after I go back to re-check it, if no one else remembers. Thanks for sharing the history! glenore larson gross

Metighoshe Ladies Aid Picture

Reply Doreen Larson Moran (BHS ’61): Usk, WA & Hazelton, ND
Yes- this was a fun project. Thanks to my parents that I was drugged when I was young? That is as in dragged to church, Sunday School, Ladies Aid, and all the other activates in our community that revolved around church and family and school. Because I went to Loon Lake or the Tjon School for 4 years gave me an extra boost in identifying so many of the Vinge Ladies. On #33 If it is an Aasnes, I do not know.
Please let me know when you gals have all of ladies identified, so I can repost. Thanks, Gary

Dancing Dog

Video from Trish Larson Wild (’73): Portola Valley, CA

Gary, check this out. Just adorable. Thought your animal loving readers might enjoy…

Martin Rude Family

Posted by Neola Kofoid Garbe: Bottineau, ND
Martin and Lucille Rude lived south of Salem church and east of Long Lake. Martin was a collector of old machinery and antiques. Tractors and Threshing machines were is specialty. His son Kenny has a huge display of his dad’s Threshing machine collection on display along the road by his house east of Long lake. It is well worth a little detour off of highway 43 to see this mass display.
Newspaper Clippings
Posted by Neola Kofoid Garbe: Bottineau, ND
Joke of the day
Posted by Keith Pladson (’66): Roanoke Rapids, NC

My boss phoned me today and he asked, “is everything OK at the office?”

I said, “yes, it’s under control. It’s been very busy today; I haven’t stopped.”

“Can you do me a favor?” he asked.

I answered, “of course, what is it?”

“Speed it up a little,” he replied, “I’m in the foursome behind you!”



Happy Birthday Susan Brew Roussin (DHS ’59): Rolla, ND

Happy Birthday Allen Richard (DHS ’65): Midland, Mi
Condolences to the Hoffman Family
From Aggie Casavant (’69): Fort Mill, SC

To Brenda Hoffman. I’m sorry to hear of your Dad’s passing. Saying you had 88 years, but wish you had 88 more is, so understandable. Their is something about losing your parents,that forever changes everything, no matter how old they are or…. you are….you just wish that you had just one more day. I have never met your parents,but by looking at their picture, the first thing that comes to your mind is “Awwwwwww how cute.” If someone would of showed me the picture you posted,and asked me to guess who they were, I would of started guessing couples in Hollywood….”WoW what a sweet classy looking couple” God Bless you and your family during such a sad time. Aggie




Dick Morgan?

Question from Dick Johnson (68): Dunseith, ND



I just read in the Minot Daily that Richard Morgan 78 of Falkirk,
ND passed away. I think that’s about the age of Dick Morgan from
Dunseith. He and Kick MaKay were in the DHS class of ’52 if I remember


Richard is From Washburn and from the DHS class of 52. I found his Obituary, pasted below. I am sure there will be a more complete Obituary posted in the near future that we will be posting.
Things are happing quick for me here in Cebu this morning with this one. As I am just about to hit the send button, I got a message from Vickie Metcalfe letting know that Dick Morgan’s complete Obituary is now posted. This all happened within the past hour too. So I am able to include Dick’s complete Obituary with today’s message.
Thank you Vickie,





Metigoshe Lutheran Churches Women Picture




The 2nd half of this picture got omitted with several of yesterdays group sendings, so I am reposting today with the whole picture (both halves) along with identifications.


As I said yesterday, this is a treasure.



As I am getting ready to send this I got this message from Neola. I will repost with the correct names when she gets them to me.
Thank you Neola.
Hi Gary,
Geraldine Rude just sent the names for the picture. Glen had a copy that had the names on the back. Glen read the names to Virgil/Gerry did the typing. There are a few things I need to change on the list we came up with. I’m working on it now/will send it when I’m finished. It’s taking a little time, as they apparently didn’t have the numbered pictures and listed them by rows, which sometimes “throws” me a little.
One change is #31. She is Bertha Haugen. #38 is Mrs. HENRY Flaata. #33 Elenor: Mrs Arlan Roland N Not in book Should be Asna Kittleson (Lewis)
Back to work.


Names for 25th anniversary of the servers for the REA – Rural Electrical Association annual meeting: 1955.


Note: The 1984 Bottineau Centennial book pages are referenced in this list.

V – Vinje, S- Salem, N – Nordland, M – Manger

1. Rev Earl M Duame: served from 1955 to 1958 all four churches
2. Luella Kirkeby: Mrs Harold Hansen – N P. 354
3. Lucille Berg: Mrs. Martin Rude P.201
4. Margaret Bergsnov: Mrs. Leonard “Slim” Roland N P. 363
5. Alma Pederson: Mrs. Albert Berg V P.
6. Judith Torgerson: Mrs. Gilbert Thompson P. 365
7. Adeline Pladson: Mrs Johnnie Olson S? P. 198
8. Gina Persson: Mrs Rueben Wall M P. P. 111
9. Ann Walborg: Mrs William Bill Johnson N P. 356
10. Alida Hoffas: Mrs Albert Larson S P. 196
11 Elida Svingen: Mrs Peder Pederson M P. (son, Oliver- 362
12 Gladys: Mrs Hilmer Persson V
13 Fern Putzke: Mrs Oliver Pederson M P.362
14. Gladys Bjornseth: Mrs Albert Rude S P. 200
15. Anna Bakken : Mrs Andrew Christensen N P. 351
16. Clarissa Torgerson: Mrs Carl Guttormson N P. 352
17. Amanda Torgerson: Mrs Charlie Hagen V P. 192
18. Adeline Ihla: Mrs Alfred Monson M P. 360
19. Nora Guttormson: Mrs Knute Hagen N P. 353
20. Myrtle Smith: Mrs Henry Olson N P. 361
21. Edna Peterson: Mrs Ledolph Larson N P. 358
22 Zelma Hall: Mrs Harold Brandvold M 350
23. Minnie Crandall: Mrs Arthur A Larson M P. 578
24. Irene Larson M
25. Sylvia: Mrs Oscar Bergan S
26. Thelma Torgerson: Mrs Selmer Emerson N P. 352
27. Naomi Duame: Mrs. Duame, the pastor’s wife
28. Rena Larshus: Mrs Ernie Roland N P. 363
29. Evelyn Larson: Mrs Henry Rude V P. 200
30. Viola Bjornseth: Mrs Alfred Rude S P. 200
31. Bertha Peterson: Mrs Milan Kittleson P. 516
32. Grace Carlson: Mrs. Gilbert Nickelson S? P. 598
33 Elenor: Mrs Arlan Roland N Not in book
34. Mabel Guttormson: Mrs Hans Kittleson N P. 357
35. Elaine Woodward: Mrs Bob Stokes S Not in book
36. Orlene Flaata: Mrs Lloyd Larshus VP. 81
37. Hilda Wall: Mrs James Jacobson M P. 355
38. Clara Abrahamson: Mrs. Andrew Flaata V? P. 78
39. Anna: Mrs Hjalmer Monson M not in book
40. Agnes Engh: Mrs Lawrence Soland M P. 364





Joke of the Day

Posted by Vivian Clark: Oak Manor Apts, Bottineau, ND


An elderly couple are attending church services…. About halfway through, he writes a note and hands it to his wife.

It says, “I just let out a silent f___(gas). What do you think I should do?”

She scribbles back, “Put a new battery in your hearing aid.”





Happy Birthday Bryon Williams (DHS ’75): Warroad, MN

Metigoshe Lutheran Churches Women Picture
When posting that picture yesterday, I assumed it was the Bottineau Creamery anniversary that these women were serving for. I was mislead by the banner posting on the wall behind them in the picture. First off I should have realized this was the Metighoshe Lutheran Churches women and I should have also realized that they were serving for the Annual REA days. That was a big event every year that all these ladies served a huge lunch for. I don’t remember the details, but I think each of the ladies contributed food and the proceeds went to the churches or the Ladies Aid funds. This event was always held in the Bottineau Armory. My mother was actively involved with this event every year.
Thanks to Doreen Larson Moran, Glenore Larson Gross, Neola Kofoid Garbe, Helen Brandvold Taylor and others, all of the folks in this picture have been identified.
Glenore mentioned that this picture has been on display at the Metigoshe Christian Center without being labeled. Maybe a copy of what we have below can be added to that display with the labeling. You guys put a lot of work into identifying all these folks and also referencing the pages of these folks in the 1984 Bottineau Centennial book. We’d sure hate to see the efforts of your labor vanish for this picture that is of interest to so many. Your information will most certainly spice the interest of this photo too and for generations to come.
This treasure is most certainly one for the history books.
PS – After writing all of the above I noticed this posting sent by Neola from Helen Brandvold. These ladies served lunches for many community functions. It is the ladies we are interested more than anything else and they have all been identified. Gary
This is also from Helen:
Note: The picture was taken when this group served a dinner for the 25th Anniversary of the Bottineau Co-operative Creamery according to Mom’s writing on the picture. The four churches did serve for the R.E.A. annual meetings many years, but this wasn’t for that.
Reply from Carolyn Larson Cobb (Clarence/Evelyn Larson’s Daughter): rufussc@msn.com

Gary, Loved the photos from Zelma’s room. I recognize most of those women. I’m sure you folks are enjoying nice balmy winter weather. Shirley (Jerry Larson) and I are leaving Sat. to spend a mon. in SC. That will make our winter abit shorter. Hope the New Year will be good to you and your family. Carolyn
Reply from Glenore Larson Gross (Doreen’s Sister): Bottineau, ND
Gary, I can add some names; they are from the four churches Manger, Nordland, Salem and Vinje ladies aids. This picture has been on display at the Metigoshe Christian Center also, but they didn’t have the year or the event noted. My guess was that it had to do with serving for the REA dinner; maybe they also served the creamery meal? I marked the five still living with an asterisk. Thanks for sending it around. glenore (Edna’s daughter)

1st Half, Standing: Pastor Earl Duame, Luella Hanson, ??, Margaret Roland*, ??, Judith Thompson, Adeline Olson?, Gina Wall, Ann Johnson, Alida Larson, ??, ??. Seated: Anna Christenson, Clarissa Guttormson, Amanda Hagen, Mrs. Alfred Monson, Nora Hagen, Myrtle Olson*, Edna Larson.
2nd Half, Standing: Fern Pederson, Gladys Rude, Minnie Larson, Irene Larson, Sylvia Bergan, Thelma Emerson, Mildred Reinke*, Rena Roland*, ??, Viola Rude, Bertha Pederson?, ??, Alida Christenson. Seated: Zelma Brandvold, Mabel Kittleson, Elaine Stokes, Orlene Larshus*, Hilda Jacobson, ??, Anna Monson, Agnes Soland.


Reply from Doreen Larson Moran (BHS ’61): Usk, WA & Hazelton, ND


The Ladies of the four churches, Manger, Nordland, Salem and Vinje which then the Metigoshe Parish served the annual REA dinner in Bottineau every June. They might still be doing so today but I think that someone else has picked up the “load”. It wasn’t unusual to serve 500 people. I probably could “find” the recipes that would have been used. Although you know how 3 people can make the same recipe and it is always a bit different.


This is what I came up with my first go – through. Will need to get the history book for maiden names. I will leave it at this for now. This was an enjoyable exercise!! I used the Metigoshe Lutheran Parish 100 years of history , “Faith of Our Fathers Living Still” for a couple pieces of information. I used the N, M, V, S to denote the congregation that I think they belonged to. I used ?? if I a not positive on identification. Maybe someone else will get those ID. Doreen Larson Moran

Names for 25th anniversary of the servers for the REA – Rural Electrical Association annual meeting: 1955.


Note: The 1984 Bottineau Centennial book pages are referenced in this list.

V – Vinje, S- Salem, N – Nordland, M – Manger

1. Rev Earl M Duame: served from 1955 to 1958 all four churches
2. Luella Kirkeby: Mrs Harold Hansen – N P. 354
3. Lucille Berg: Mrs. Martin Rude P.201
4. Margaret Bergsnov: Mrs. Leonard “Slim” Roland N P. 363
5. Alma Pederson: Mrs. Albert Berg V P.
6. Judith Torgerson: Mrs. Gilbert Thompson P. 365
7. Adeline Pladson: Mrs Johnnie Olson S? P. 198
8. Gina Persson: Mrs Rueben Wall M P. P. 111
9. Ann Walborg: Mrs William Bill Johnson N P. 356
10. Alida Hoffas: Mrs Albert Larson S P. 196
11 Elida Svingen: Mrs Peder Pederson M P. (son, Oliver- 362
12 Gladys: Mrs Hilmer Persson V
13 Fern Putzke: Mrs Oliver Pederson M P.362
14. Gladys Bjornseth: Mrs Albert Rude S P. 200
15. Anna Bakken : Mrs Andrew Christensen N P. 351
16. Clarissa Torgerson: Mrs Carl Guttormson N P. 352
17. Amanda Torgerson: Mrs Charlie Hagen V P. 192
18. Adeline Ihla: Mrs Alfred Monson M P. 360
19. Nora Guttormson: Mrs Knute Hagen N P. 353
20. Myrtle Smith: Mrs Henry Olson N P. 361
21. Edna Peterson: Mrs Ledolph Larson N P. 358
22 Zelma Hall: Mrs Harold Brandvold M 350
23. Minnie Crandall: Mrs Arthur A Larson M P. 578
24. Irene Larson M
25. Sylvia: Mrs Oscar Bergan S
26. Thelma Torgerson: Mrs Selmer Emerson N P. 352
27. Naomi Duame: Mrs. Duame, the pastor’s wife
28. Rena Larshus: Mrs Ernie Roland N P. 363
29. Evelyn Larson: Mrs Henry Rude V P. 200
30. Viola Bjornseth: Mrs Alfred Rude S P. 200
31. Bertha Peterson: Mrs Milan Kittleson P. 516
32. Grace Carlson: Mrs. Gilbert Nickelson S? P. 598
33 Elenor: Mrs Arlan Roland N Not in book
34. Mabel Guttormson: Mrs Hans Kittleson N P. 357
35. Elaine Woodward: Mrs Bob Stokes S Not in book
36. Orlene Flaata: Mrs Lloyd Larshus VP. 81
37. Hilda Wall: Mrs James Jacobson M P. 355
38. Clara Abrahamson: Mrs. Andrew Flaata V? P. 78
39. Anna: Mrs Hjalmer Monson M not in book
40. Agnes Engh: Mrs Lawrence Soland M P. 364
Harvey Hoffman’s Obituary
Part of Harvey’s Obituary was cut off with yesterday’s posting.
Thank you Brenda for Sharing.
Harvey Hoffman History

Harvey Hoffman was born on October 8, 1923 to Peter and Aneta Hoffman of McClusky, ND. Following a move to Lodi, California to work in the grape vineyards, Harvey entered the military service in March 1943. He was honorably discharged as an Army Sergeant September 1945.

On a military leave in December 1944, Harvey met Alice Dockter Schick of Denhoff, ND. They were married June 14, 1945 in Renton, Washington where Harvey was stationed.

After his discharge from the army, Harvey worked in a Bismarck bakery. Later with his brother, Walter, Harvey opened a bakery in McClusky. In 1951, Harvey returned to Lodi, California with Alice and their two children, Dale and Brenda. Shortly after their move to California, they discovered that Alice and Brenda had tuberculosis. The family returned to North Dakota for treatment for Alice and Brenda at the North Dakota State Tuberculosis Sanatorium at San Haven.

Initially a cook in the hospital kitchens, Harvey soon accepted the job of baker for which he was noted. Harvey worked at San Haven until his retirement in 1986. Alice was employed at San Haven for 28 years – most of them as the Executive Housekeeper – following her release from the hospital in 1953.

Harvey and Alice moved to Rugby, ND after retirement continuing their travels through the 50 United States. The first 17 years of retirement, they wintered in Truth or Consequences, NM frequently visiting their daughter Cynthia and family of Santa Fe. They also fished and camped most of each summer at North Dakota’s Lake Sakakawea.

He was a charter member of the Rugby Eagles Club and a member of the Rugby American Legion, Elks and Moose Clubs. He loved dancing, fishing, visiting with friends around a campfire and cars.

Harvey died of natural causes Sunday January 22. He is survived by his wife of 66 years, Alice; son, Dale, and wife, Loretta, of Phoenix, AZ; daughter, Brenda, and husband, David Pazandak, of Greenville, SC; daughter, Cynthia, and husband, Michael Allstead, of Santa Fe, NM; grandson, David, his wife, Angela, and daughter, Isabella, of Powell, Ohio; granddaughters, Lisa, of Madison, Wisconsin and Michele, of Ponderey, Idaho; brother, Robert, and wife, Corrine, of Baldwin, ND and sister, Marge, and husband, Harvey Lyman, of Bismarck, ND.

His parents, brothers, Walter and Herbert, and sister, Vivian, preceded him in death.

Harvey’s great-granddaughter and three grandchildren are his honorary pallbearers.

The review for Harvey Hoffman will be at 1:00 pm Thursday February 2 at the Rugby Anderson Funeral Home with burial the afternoon of February 3 at the North Dakota Veterans Cemetery in Mandan.



Condolences to the Hoffman family
From Ginger LaRocque (’65): Belcourt, ND
>Brenda and family,
I would like to extend my condolences to you and your family for the
loss of your dad. It is so hard to lose a loved one.
Harvey Hoffman’s Obituary
From Brenda Hoffman (’68): Greenville, SC
Dear Gary,

Not sure if you want to run anymore photos but thought you might like Dad’s obit. You have no idea how many people have responded to your blog. I forward all of the messages to mom and she was so pleased at the response. Thank you for doing this

Love Brenda
Harvey Hoffman History

Harvey Hoffman was born on October 8, 1923 to Peter and Aneta Hoffman of McClusky, ND. Following a move to Lodi, California to work in the grape vineyards, Harvey entered the military service in March 1943. He was honorably discharged as an Army Sergeant September 1945.

On a military leave in December 1944, Harvey met Alice Dockter Schick of Denhoff, ND. They were married June 14, 1945 in Renton, Washington where Harvey was stationed.

After his discharge from the army, Harvey worked in a Bismarck bakery. Later with his brother, Walter, Harvey opened a bakery in McClusky. In 1951, Harvey returned to Lodi, California with Alice and their two children, Dale and Brenda. Shortly after their move to California, they discovered that Alice and Brenda had tuberculosis. The family returned to North Dakota for treatment for Alice and Brenda at the North Dakota State Tuberculosis Sanatorium at San Haven.

Initially a cook in the hospital kitchens, Harvey soon accepted the job of baker for which he was noted. Harvey worked at San Haven until his retirement in 1986. Alice was employed at San Haven for 28 years – most of them as the Executive Housekeeper – following her release from the hospital in 1953.

Harvey and Alice moved to Rugby, ND after retirement continuing their travels through the 50 United States. The first 17 years of retirement, they wintered in Truth or Consequences, NM frequently visiting their daughter Cynthia and family of Santa Fe. They also fished and camped most of each summer at North Dakota’s Lake Sakakawea.

He was a charter member of the Rugby Eagles Club and a member of the Rugby American Legion, Elks and Moose Clubs. He loved dancing, fishing, visiting with friends around a campfire and cars.

Harvey died of natural causes Sunday January 22. He is survived by his wife of 66 years, Alice; son, Dale, and wife, Loretta, of Phoenix, AZ; daughter, Brenda, and husband, David Pazandak, of Greenville, SC; daughter, Cynthia, and husband, Michael Allstead, of Santa Fe, NM; grandson, David, his wife, Angela, and daughter, Isabella, of Powell, Ohio; granddaughters, Lisa, of Madison, Wisconsin and Michele, of Ponderey, Idaho; brother, Robert, and wife, Corrine, of Baldwin, ND and sister, Marge, and husband, Harvey Lyman, of Bismarck, ND.

His parents, brothers, Walter and Herbert, and sister, Vivian, preceded him in death.

Harvey’s great-granddaughter and three grandchildren are his honorary pallbearers.

The review for Harvey Hoffman will be at 1:00 pm Thursday February 2 at the R

25th Aniversary of the Bottineau Coop Creamery Picture
Posted by Neola Kofoid Garbe: Bottineau & Minot, ND



Zelma Brandvold’s copy of this picture was hanging/maybe still is, on the wall at Good Sam, not far from Mom’s room–Zelma’s room was across the hall from the picture. I asked Zelma/Good Sam if I could take the picture home/scan it/return it, which is what I did. I can’t remember if I’ve sent this picture before. Sharon Christensen Langehaug asked me to send a copy to her. Sharon, if I haven’t done so, I apologize.


I found this picture when was going through one of my “boxes” on the net/decided to send it to to some people individually. Gary, I can’t remember if I’ve sent this to you, so here it is. :)


I recognize MANY of the women–too many to list.


This picture was taken at the 25th Anniversary of Bottineau Co-op Creamery in 1955.



I have not seen this picture before. This is a treasure too. I know a lot of these ladies and should recognize many more than I do. My mother is also in this picture.
I have listed those that I Think I recognize. Folks please correct me if I am wrong. I know a whole lot of you will recognize a whole lot of these folks, some of whom are your mothers. The majority of these folks appear to be from the Turtle Mountains.
Standing: ??, ??, ??, ??, Zelma Brandvold, ??. ??, ??, ??, Alida Larson, ??, ??
Sitting: ??, ??, ??, ??, Nora Hagen, ??, Edna Larson
2nd half of the picture
Standing: ??, Gladys Rude, ??, Mildred Reinke, Sylvia Bergan, ??, ??, Rena Roland, ??, Viola Rude, ??, ??, ??
Sitting: ??, ??, Elaine Stokes, Orlene Larshus, ??, ??, ??, ??
Joke of the day
Posting from Vivian Clark: Bottineau, ND
Folks, This is one I got from Vivian (Dave III) Clark. Several years ago Vivian moved of off the Clark Farm of 5 generations, all David Clark’s too. She is now living in the Oak Manor apartments in Bottineau.
Vivian, Maybe you can share the above picture with some of your apartment neighbors there in Oak Manor. I am very sure that Lloyd and Orlene Larshus will know the majority of those ladies. Gary


Harvey Hoffman Passed away
Message from Brenda Hoffman (’68): Greenville, SC
Dear Gary,

My Dad, Harvey Hoffman, died early this morning. We were lucky to have him for 88 years – but I was hoping for even more time.


Brenda, We are so sorry to hear of your dad’s passing. When I met your folks in 2010 they were such nice friendly folks. It was the first time I had met them and it was like I had known them forever. They remembered my dad from when he worked at San Haven. We extend our condolences to your mother Alice, Dale, you, Cindy and the rest of your family with his passing. Gary


April 2008:

Alice & Harvey Hoffman

Happy Birthday Shelly Sime Fossen (DHS ’86): Jamestown, ND


Happy Birthday Eleanor Stickland (DHS ’47): Mandan, ND
Email exchanges between Dwight Lang and Dick Johnson
Posted by Dick Johnson (’68): Dunseith, ND

Date: Mon, 5 May 2008 21:07:45 EDT
From: Dulang8@aol.com
To: djcars@

Hi Dick,


Been enjoying your stories thru Gary. While I was never a big car type guy, those tails are good too. But I especially enjoyed the Hiatt’s horse story. How many times Howard and Grandpa talked me into taking the buck out of a mustang they just got from Montana or elsewhere, I never know.


In looking at your pictures, the Welsh pony you got from my Step Granny, Hazel, is a fine looking horse with the blaze face and white socks. I hope Johnny Meyer’s did her well. The second picture must be the colt. You appear a bit older and bigger too.


While you were a bit on the young side, I remember you and your parents. Your mother was so pretty, I would blush whenever she served me at the bank. But never failed to make sure it was her window I went to. I don’t remember your dad that well except he was always too neatly dressed for Dunseith. Of course I was prejudiced by my crush on your Mom.


Time goes by and I find myself way to damn old. But Gary’s mail sure brings back some memories. Thanks again for your additions.


Yours truly;

Dwight Lang

Great to hear from you! I do really enjoy remembering the old days of
growing up in Dunseith! For some reason, I seem to be able to remember
so many good times and funny things from those days. People say they had
forgotten certain things but my memory jars theirs and then it all comes
back. This is what I try to do with these stories, get others to
remember and then tell their stories of the event. It seems to be
working! My parents and grandparents took hundreds of pictures over the
years and I have kept and studied every one of them for all these years!
We can keep this going for years with these pictures and the stories
that go with them if folks continue to be interested.

I have one memory of you that has stuck in my mind since the early 60s.
I think you went to college in Bottineau after you graduated from DHS.
At least you were in the basement of Old Main one evening when I was
there, at about 11 or 12 years old, and you and some other guys were
playing a guitar in the student lounge. You were wearing a leather
fringe jacket that I believe had some Indian designs on it. I must have
been there for a ballgame or some concert or something. I don’t remember
that but I do remember you guys, and I listened for a while from out in
the hall. Do you remember doing that?




Man, you got a good memory. Loved that leather jacket. I think Howard Hiatt found it in Canada. It traveled with me many miles and many years. But finally I wore it out to pieces and it had to go. Sorry to say my favorite black guitar got stolen from the back of a U-haul van somewhere in Oklahoma.


I joined the National Guard while still in high school. The unit got activated and sent to Fort Lewis (the year of the World’s Fair there). Kenny Reed (originally from Mylo) got me into the guitar to cord with him in the barracks. At the Forestry a few of us made up a band called the Blue Notes. Johnny, Howard and Tom Tom Fredericks and Teddy Edwardson were in the band as well. We played many dances and proms around the area. I still remember playing Wipe Out on the guitar with Tom Tom on the drums. My slow favorite was “Wonderland by Night” on the trumpet. I think Don Darling was the band director in Dunseith at the time. But I remember playing a solo with the band using that song. Later at UND I was bar tending at the Elks club when Don Darling was there having a cool one and he told the Elks band director that he had one of the best trumpet players in the state working behind the bar. I ended up playing with the Elks band being paid bar tender wages — what a great deal!


Music, sports, horses and chasing girls. Life was good in those days. Thanks for jogging my memory. Take care, young fellow.


Dunseith News
Posted by Neola Kofoid Garbe: Bottineau & Minot, ND


Virgil Vandewalle
Reply from Mary Vandewalle-Kuntz:

I love hearing these stories about my dad. Since I was very young I really never knew all these insights about him. Thanks for sharing with me. I so appreciate this and will share this with my own children who never met their grandfather as he was gone way before they were born. Mary Vandewalle- Kuntz

Dwight Lang Memories
From Cousin Connie Fauske Monte (’62): Fort Myers FL
Dwight was a good guy, and you are right, you always knew where you stood with Dwight. He was proud of his cousins, and always called you cousin. He was a character and filled in my husband (who is not from the area) with a lot of the things I did when I was in high school that I am not so proud of. I got a lot of ribbing from the both of them and quite a few chuckles from Dwight. I do miss him and his emails.
Arla Hiatt recognized for 40 years of service
Posted by Cheri Metcalfe Evans (’74): Dunseith, ND

Hi Gary-I am hoping you will be able to include the attached invitation to all of the “bloggers” to join us for cake and coffee to thank Arla Hiatt for 40 years of service. The nursing home opened it’s doors in 1968, Arla started here in 1971. She was a familiar face here for quite a while!
Thanks Gary!
Cheri Evans (74)

Cheri, It is my Pleasure. Arla is to be commended for so many years of dedicated service. Gary
Little Prairie Ladies Aid Picture
Posted by Don Aird: St Louis, MO
Not sure if I sent this or not?
Don, I do have this picture in my files. It is due for a repost though. Thanks, Gary


Ladies of the Little Prairie Ladies Aid, before they merged with the Dunseith Lutheran church, picture taken by Ted Brodek for the the Dunseith Journal in 1954 at the Turtle Mt. Lodge, when the ladies served for the Minot and Brandon Colleges, and was captioned the” Fried Chicken Experts, story appears on page 318 of the Dunseith 1882-1982 History book.

Ladies names listed as follows, Front Row – Christine Carlson, Anna Nickolson, Hilda Strong, Martha Handland, Clara Anderson, Francis Espe, and Ingrid Seim.

Back Row – Left to Right Hannah Kirkwold, Ella Metcalfe, Aria Millang, Joy Peterson, Jessie Millang, Kenrose Medlang, Bertha Myer, Agnes Salmonson, Pat Myer, Dorothy Millang, and Velma Millang.


Back Row: Arla Millang, Jessie Millang, Bertha Myer, and Pat Myer

Middle: Hannah Kirkwold, Ella Metcafe, Joy Peterson, Kenrose Medlang, Agnes Salmonson,

Dorothy Millang, and Velma Millang.
Front Row:
Christine Carlson, Annie Nicholson, Hilda Strong, Martha Handeland, Clara Sime,

Frances Espe, and Ingrid Seim.
Joke of the Day

Has to be the best this year.


A plane is on its way to Melbourne when a blonde in Economy Class gets up

and moves to the First Class section and sits down.


The flight attendant watches her do this and asks to see her ticket.


She then tells the blonde passenger that she paid for Economy and that

she will have to go and sit in the back.


The blonde replies,


‘I’m blonde, I’m beautiful, I’m going to Melbourne and I’m staying right here!’



The flight attendant goes into the cockpit and tells the pilot and co-pilot that

there is some blonde bimbo sitting in First Class that belongs in Economy and

won’t move back to her seat.


The co-pilot goes back to the blonde and tries to explain that because she only

paid for Economy she is only entitled to an Economy place and she will have

to leave and return to her original seat.


The blonde replies,


“I’m blonde, I’m beautiful, I’m going to Melbourne and I’m staying right here!’


Exasperated the co-pilot tells the pilot that it was no use and that he probably

should have the police waiting when they land to arrest this blonde woman

who won’t listen to reason.


The pilot says, ‘You say she’s blonde? – I’ll handle this, I’m married to a blonde,

and I speak blonde!’


He goes back to the blonde, whispers in her ear, and she says,


“Oh I’m sorry – I had no idea,”


gets up and moves back to her seat in the Economy section.


The flight attendant and co-pilot are amazed and asked him what he said to make

her move without any fuss.


The pilot replied,


“I told her First Class isn’t going to Melbourne.”


Dwight Lang (’61)

Memories from Rod Hiatt (’69): Bottineau, ND


After seeing the picture of cousin Dwight, it got me thinking about him and some of the different things that Dwight and I shared that I thought was quite humourus.Dwight always had this way when he met you, Sharon Peterson described it as a swagger when he walked, and he always had to give you a tight hand shake. Well one day he pulled in the yard at Mom and Dads place for a visit. I was out in the barn area doing chores and , I saw Dwight heading out to the barn, so I reached down and picked up a fresh road apple and cupped it in my right hand. With that big grin on his face and howdy cousin comin out of his mouth he reached out to give me that hardy handshake. He sure was surprised when I clasped on to his hand with a horse turd in mine. I held on good and tight to make sure that it worked in and with a big laugh, Dwight looked at me and said it ain’t the first horse shit on me and it kind of brings back old memories.After that it seemed for some reason that Dwight would always want to check my hands before giving me that friendly greeting again. I had done different pranks on Dwight throughout the years, but it never seemed to bother him, he would just grin and said he would get even.

I know that Dwight really enjoyed the blog, so maybe he has his laptop on and can get a laugh out of this one again.

Your dad, Howard Hiatt, and Dwight’s mother, Charlotte Lang, were siblings. Charlotte was my first grade teacher at Ackworth. Her picture below was taken in the Ackworth school too. As a child I remember our family being invited to a number of the Hiatt gatherings, most often held at the Peace Garden. We often visited Charlotte and Adam too, so I actually saw quite a bit of Dwight in my younger days. He graduated from HS when I graduated from 8th grade. After that I had not seen or heard much of Dwight until about 2004. I got his email address from Neola. When I sent him a message, he quickly replied with all sorts of memories from the past. From that point on we communicated on a regular bases. He often called me too. I enjoyed my visits with Dwight. With Dwight there no gray areas. He was straight and to the point with his beliefs. He had a heart of gold. He dearly loved his step children too. I was saddened when I heard of his death. Deleting his email address from my files was a hard thing to do. Dwight’s FB account is still active though.
Not long before Dwight’s passing, he sent me some money and asked that I give it to any gal I saw and tell her it was from a Sugar Daddy she had not met. The gal I gave that money to was quite suprised to say the least.
Bernice Stewart – Dwight Lang
Memories from Doreen Larson Doran (BHS ’61): Usk, WA & Hazelton, ND
Thank you for the birthday greetings on Monday. It was a surprise to have
my face come up first with your blog. I am grateful to be surrounded by
those older than I. It will make these next 12 months where I am on the
downhill slide to my 7th decade. Sure sounds old. Oh, BTW – January 16,
1944, I am standing by a chair outside the old Heibert Place on the Lake
Road (between Ben Iverson and Leo Larson farms). There is NO snow in the
yard. So this year of almost no snow has happened before.

Miss Bernice Stewart was an outstanding teacher, counselor, mentor, friend.
She taught North Dakota State History and Government when I was a
sophomore. In our senior year she taught Speech and Journalism. I
still run the rules of “speech” through my mind if I am addressing a group.
She appointed me as Editor of the Chippewa -our school newspaper. I had a
great team of writers – if I would go pull our the school annual I would get
their names. I went to the state high school newspaper convention where
our newspaper got several awards. We had a news conference with Governor
Richard I Guy , with the assignment to write up the news story. NO
Editorializing allowed. It was a surprise at graduation when it was
announced that I had a partial scholarship in Journalism to attend UND.
Since I had already been accepted at Concordia in Moorhead I went that
direction. I will say this definitely put me in the position of enjoying
the weekly county newspapers – and, of course, your daily blog. I do have
a critical eye at our news people of today. Makes me wonder where the
rules of who, what, where, when & why have disappeared.

I went to the Forestry one year with Dwight Lang. He was proud of his
time at the School of Forestry and appreciative of the education he
received. He lived his life well, left it too young, cancer took its
tool. RIP.

Thanks for keeping the Blog, Gary. Have a great 2012. Doreen Larson
Moran, BHS 1961

Reply to yesterday’s posting
From Evie Gottbreht Pilkington (’65): Irvine, CA


Yikes….gotta get you a better picture before you surprise me with a happy 65……I think I decided to not turn 65 lol

Happy New Year


That was a wonderful picture of you and Marlene Richard. For that reason I did not crop it. I do have some other pictures of you too, all good.

Yes, we ’65 folks will be 65 this year. I don’t know about you, but I expect to see 100.
Marlene graduated from Bottineau, but she started in Dunseith, so that makes her one of us too. She has a couple (many) of Dunseith relatives too.
When Chivalry was Alive in Dunseith
Message from Vicky Metcalfe (’70): Bottineau, ND

Gary , Dick, and Dunseith friends,
Once upon a time in years gone by, my parents were experiencing health concerns, and I?
I was robustly quiet and shy farm girl becoming teacher.

Late one summery-fall afternoon, I was carrying a basket of laundry, from my dusty green Maverick parkedon Main street,intoDon’s laundry. The door was opened by an older man with the strong tipping“spirits” odor. Then, as I was stuffing clothes into a washer he approached and talked unintelligibly ,I responded, “Excuse me?”He mumbled again.

The back door opened, I heard the sound of hurriedly shuffling feet.A gruff voice hollered,“Get out of here, and leave her alone!The first man, mumbled “Sorry”, then mumbling and stumbling out the front door to another establishment up Main street.


As I gratefully turned, my rescuer, inquired in his gravely gruff voice, “Was he bothering you? “_____ “If he was I’ll…” Quickly, as a person who does not savor conflict, I interrupted , “No , he was saying something and I couldn’t quite understand him.”


Looking at me squarely in the eye, with that familiar low deep rumbling gruffness said, “Are you sure you are ok?I replied, “I’m fine and thank you!


Finally, my clothes were washed, dried and folded. As I was leaving, my rescuer commented “You’re a Metcalfe and“I won’t let anyone ever bother you when you come in here.”I thanked him again.Out the door, I went placing the clothes basket in the trunk and headed the Maverick north.


Arriving home, I told my dad my tale of being rescued and that I was surprised that the rescuer even knew my name.My dad said, “Oh, he’s been my friend since I was a kid when I skated on the ice at the Dunseith skating rink.


Dad told me a story about the Dunseith hockey legend and his brothers.


Over the years, I’ve told that story to his daughter Betty, a former co worker Dunseith elementary school secretary, his niece, Penny, a teacher I worked with in Montana and his grandson, a fine young nurse assistant at Bottineau Good Sam. I tell them of when my dad told me of their family member who was once the great Dunseith hockey legend.


Whenever I revisit those particular memories I think, “He was a caretaker at Don’s laundry and Dunseith hockey legend.He was also a father to kids I attended Dunseith school with, uncle to a teaching colleague and grandpa to a wonderful aide who worked with my mom.All those people are super worthknowing folks!


But, mostly the person I saw that day of doing laundry and remember was a true gentleman. GUFF FAINE, the man I believe, modeled and defined true chivalry. Thanks again.

Vickie MetcalfeJanuary, 2012



Reply to Kenny Nerpel (’65):

From Bill Grimme (’65): Birmingham, AL.


The Canadian’s name was Murray Duncan and he was from Virden, Manitoba. If you remember, he was a pretty good looking guy with a wrestler’s build. On closer inspection, you discovered he was blind in one eye from a fall from a hay loft as a child, he had one deaf ear because there was no hole there, and he was missing two fingers on his left hand from the time he was working on a combine and he passed two fingers between the belt and the pulley he was close to. He would tell the story about that accident and it went something like this: he was wearing a pair of leather gloves when the fingers went around the pulley. It hurt like hell for a second and then went to just a throb. He drove to the hospital and, when they removed his glove, his fingers stayed in the glove and that’s when he passed out. When he woke up, all the sewing was over, but, two fingers short. Murray was really a great guy and a lot of fun to be around. I haven’t heard of him since he left UND.


Daniel Vandal Serves as Parade Grand Marshal
Posting from Neola Kofoid Garbe: Bottineau & Minot, ND
Reply from Mike & Sandra Zeiler (’62) Vandal:
Yes, Daniel is Aime and Gladys Vandal’s son, our nephew,. We see
him occasionally, as he works in Ft. Hood during the week, sometimes
straight through the weekend. He is also very computer smart.


Happy Birthday Betty Bottineau Pina (DHS ’70): Dunseith, ND
Happy Birthday Marlene Richard Parslow (’65): River Falls, WI
Virgil Vandewalle Memories
From Rod Hiatt (’69): Bottineau, ND


I was one of the fortunate students to have had the opportunity to have Virgil VandeWalle as a teacher. Next to my own Father, I had more respect for Virgil VandeWalle than anyone I have every known.

He had a way about him that kept you interested in his teaching and you dang well had better be paying attention, as he had a way of getting your attention as well. He was the kind of man that if you gave him a 100% he would give you back that and more.

Mr. VandeWalle was respected by his students, teachers and everyone involved with the Future Farmers of America. When he walked into a room, he was noticed and when he spoke people listened. He had a way that just comanded respect and authority.

I can recall one beautiful spring day in May of 69 that just seemed to good to be sitting in a class room, so Allan Rude, Dave Clark, Roger Heidbreider, myself and possibly a couple more, decided to leave our first study hall and go fishing at the lake. Well we had a great day and came back just before the closing of school, with a fairly good story planned and as we walked into the ag shop, Mr. Vandewalle met us. “Where the Hell have you been all day, Bernice Stewart is looking for you guys. She’s going to have you expelled for skipping school. I’ll take care of her, you’ve been working for me all day. You will pay.”

Forgot to mention that we were all officers of FFA as well as being on the livestock judging team or crops team and the following week was the state convention.

He generally took us in his big old car when we went to judgings and such, driving with his knee, looking over the back seat playing cards with us. I’m not sure he would fit in with the school systems of today, because if you needed your teeth rattled, he damn well was the man to do it, and I don’t think that there was a parent out there that would come running to the aid of their kid. They knew that Virgil VandeWalle was a fair and honest man and if you were punished you had it coming.

I could write a chapter on this man and it would only be a tip of the iceburg of his accomplishments and the influence he has been on so many people.

He was a true legend in his own time.

Rod, I know/knew all of the folks mentioned pretty well including Bernice Steward. She and Dave Clark were first cousins. She had that nice big two story house a short distance south of Highway 5 on the Gardena Road. When I went in the service, I stored all of my civilian clothes and other belongings in one of her upstairs bedrooms. I never had her for a teacher, but through the Clark’s I learned to know her pretty well. She was so nice and friendly. As I recall, she was an English teacher in Bottineau.Gary
Posted by Neola Kofoid Garbe: Bottineau & Minot, ND
Basketball memories
Reply from Kenny Nerpel (’65): Rugby, ND



I also remember the basketball game that was referred to in the posts by Bill Grimme and Vern Sanden. Judging by the players named in the posts I think it must have taken place in the early 60’s when I was probably in the seventh or eighth grade. When Bill was at UND later on, I remember one weekend he brought a Canadian fellow home with him that I believe was a hockey player. We spent much of that weekend trying to convince the fellow that Canadian’s were basically uncoordinated. I believe he finally replied that if he were uncoordinated he would be playing basketball instead of hockey. Just another funny story from back in the day.


On the subject of basketball, last night Sherry and I attended the much anticipated game between the number one rated North Star Bearcats and the 10th ranked Rugby Panthers at Cando. I ‘m pretty sure that not one more person could have fit in the gym. The Bearcats came out smokin’ and handed Rugby there first loss of the season. Oh well, hopefully the Panthers will get another shot at them at the State Tournament. I have attached a few photos from the game.




Karen Sanden’s Picture Posted yesterday
Reply from Bill Grimme (’65): Birmingham, AL


Great picture of Vern’s sister, Karen. I had the opportunity to see Karen and her husband about 5 years ago. Vern and his wife, Donna, were visiting with them in Florida and they invited me to spend a couple of days down there. In those days in Grand Forks that Vern mentioned the other day, Karen saved Vern and I when we became temporarily homeless. She saved us! We stayed with Karen for a few days. I have this faint memory of not being able to leave the bedroom after lights out because of two well-trained German Shepherd guard dogs that she had. Once the house was locked up, these guys were on patrol. Everything was fine as long as you didn’t drink too much water before bedtime. It could be my mind playing tricks on me, but, that’s what I kind of remember.





Vinje Church
Many of us remember Vinje church. The church is gone but the cemetery still remains part of the Metigoshe Lutheran churches. My Dad’s biological father, Carl Petterson, along with all three of he wives, all of whom he outlived, are buried in Vinje. Vinje is located about 10 miles NE of Bottineau.
Virgil Vandewalle (Bottineau) – 1970 ND teacher of the year
Mr Vandewalle, at the age of 46, left this earth way to early. His accomplishments were many. I never attended the Bottineau schools, but I most certainly knew Mr. Virgil Vandewalle. Back in the 50’s my dad and Thurman Parrill attended adult vocational farmers classes that Mr. Vandewalle and Manfred Cain were teaching. In the late 50’s and 60’s Dad, along with Robert Pritchard, Clifford Hagen and a few other neighbors, attended Virgil Vandewalle’s Monday night adult farmers classes in Bottineau. I too rode along and attended these classes. I was in high school at the time. I truly looked forward to those classes and the Camaraderie of all the farmers too. Mr Vandewalle was a true Icon in my dads eyes and also in the eyes of countless others. Over the years, my dad and Virgil Vandewalle became pretty close friends. They were both good story tellers.
Mr. Vandewalle was the Ag teacher in Bottineau for many years too. I know many of you had the honor of having him for a teacher. I envied you Bottineau folks for the Ag classes and Mr. VandeWalle.


Condolences to Renee St. Claire Salmonson’s family
From Ginger LaRocque Poitra (’65): Belcourt, ND
>My condolences go out to the Renee St.Claire Salmonson family.

Ginger (LaRocque) Poitra

Ginger, If memory serves me right, I believe you are related to the St. Claire family? Gary

Reply from Bill Grimme’s (’65) and also Alan Boguslawski’s (’65) Friend

Vern Sanden (Bottineau HS ’61): Minneapolis, MN
Hello Gary,

I’m very sorry it took me so long to answer your questions, but I had archived this email and didn’t take the time to go to my archives. I apologize, I certainly didn’t mean any disrespect.
Anyway, I do not have any relatives left in the Bottineau area and yes it was our 50th class reunion this summer. I had a great time as I think we all did. Doreen Larson, Harvey Hiatt, Dennis Haakenson and Dwight Olson were all classmates of mine and the success of the reunion was due in no small part to the work and organization of Doreen and the rest of those classmates who helped. Thank you, again.
Being I’m already on the computer, I’ll relate my connections to and memories of Dunseith. Our family was originally from Winnipeg and we moved to Bottineau in 1949. We ended up there because of my father’s sister, Annie Sanden. After she finished nursing school in Winnipeg she went to work at San Haven in the late ’20s or early ’30s, and I don’t know how long she worked there. She met a Dunseith man (I believe that’s where he was from) and they were married and lived in Bottineau. His name was Harold Lamport. We came down to visit them a couple of times and with my father not being happy with his job in Winnipeg, the visits were impetus enough for my parents deciding to make the move in 1949.
We had a family friend who used to come over for Sunday dinner quite often. To show his gratitude he would take us out (as in out of town) to eat on occasion and also take us out (again out of town) to a movie once in awhile. My fondest memories of going out to eat were going to Dale’s. And being a kid, my standard fare was a hamburger, french fries and a chocolate malt. And it was really good. Going out to the movies usually meant going to Westhope with the Cinemascope screen. But we went to the Dunseith theater once, “High Noon” was playing – Bottineau hadn’t gotten it yet nor had it been to Westhope (that I know of). I still have very vivid memories of that movie, especially Tex Ritter singing the theme song (the movie version is a lot better, much more stark and more compelling than the record version).
Bottineau High School had great basketball teams from 1957-1960 with 3 trips to the state class B championship. But after the class of 1960 there was a real shortage of good players. As such I decided to try out for the team (I hadn’t really played since the 8th grade but played hockey instead). I made the team as a bench warmer and lasted on the team for the first half of the season. The highlight of my very brief basketball career came in a home game against Dunseith. We were down by 19 with about 2 minutes left in the game when the coach called a timeout and said “Sanden go in and shoot every time you get the ball”. The ball was passed to me and I passed it on. Coach called another timeout and reprimanded me “I told you to shoot every time you get the ball”. After already taking a couple of shots, we were coming back down the floor towards our basket and I got another pass and immediately shot it again.. Dwight Lang shouted “Oh, a hot dog”. Anyway we were beaten handily, I got off 4 shots in the 2 minutes and made 2 of them. Dunseith had a very good team that year, besides Dwight I remember John Morgan and I believe a Leonard and I’m thinking Dennis Dubois was probably on the team.
In the fall of 1966 I headed back to UND where I was hoping to wrap up my senior year. I moved into Budge Hall (the oldest building on campus) that semester where the cost for a semester of board was $99 (WOW!!). I had visited Budge a few times the year before to see Dwight Lang (we became drinking buddies for a time) and had decided then that it was for me next year. I moved in that fall and met my new roommate and the 2 guys across the hall, Bill Grimme and Alan Boguslawski. Bill and I became good friends and it was a good year for fun and friendship (scholastic endeavors did suffer). I was drafted into the army immediately after that school year and was discharged in 1969 after my 2 year stint. When I got back to Grand Forks, Bill had gotten me a job and along with another discharged friend of mine the 3 of us rented a house on campus – good times. Bill is a very smart man and a generous friend. Thank you very much Bill.
In yesterday’s blog there were 3 great pictures of Bottineau city hockey teams. I had never seen those before. In picture 1 (1937) the man standing on the far left identified as Harold Lampert is my uncle Harold Lamport (married my father’s sister). And in picture 2 the man standing on the far right in street clothes is again my uncle Harold Lamport.
Gary, thank you very much for all you do.

Thank you so much for this reply. Many of our readers will relate to a whole lot of what you talked about.
Your Uncle Harold Lamport and his father were pioneers in my neck of the Turtle mountains too. They owned the farm land on the north side of Willow Lake. In my early growing up days Martin and Alice (Brudwick) Berg owned that farm. Alice is Neola Kofoid Garbe’s mothers sister. Their daughter Carol, two years younger than me, attended Ackworth country school with us. In my mid growing up years, Martin and Alice sold that farm to Carl and Shirley Melgaard. Carl and Shirley are still living on that farm today. That place is still often referred to as the ‘Lamport Place’
Nerpel Belt Buckle
Reply from Mark Schimetz (’70): Rolette, ND
In Reply to Sue Nerpel. Sue I already shipped it yesterday too you. You should receive it soon. I sent it the mailing address that Ken Nerpel sent me. I do believe it was your Address . We did not have Gordy’s address. I meant to give it to Gordy at Bettys Funeral, but I misplaced it. I had it for 3 or 4 years maybe, when you get a chance, please see that Gordy gets it sooner or later. It was really sad to see Ray and his Sister Hanna to pass over near the same time.
Reply to the Alvin/Lillian Torgerson Berg Family posted yesterday
From Norma Manning (Ruth Peterson’s daughter): Upham, ND
Norma’s reply to the Exerpt posted below
Good Morning!!!!!!!!!!! I was reading your blog this am and Neola is right on everything,
except Mom was married to Norman. Victor was his Dad. Mom and Pete were married 50 yrs.
Thanks, enjoy this site so much.
Excerpt from yesterday’s posting
Ralph Johnson owned (or managed, not sure which). Ralph is the son of Victor/Ruth Larshus Johnson. Ruth was married to Pete Peterson for many years before he passed away. Ruth now lives at Good Samaritan in Bottineau.
Dunseith Hero’s that blended into the community with hidden fame and little fanfare.
Remarks from Dick Johnson (’68): Dunseith, ND
Gary and Friends,

Deb LaVallie’s hockey pictures made me think of another hockey
player from long ago. Dad told me he had heard that August ‘Guff’ Faine
was a good hockey player and had either gone to, or come from, Chicago
with the game of hockey.
Anyone else ever heard that? Many of the people who were in our midst
actually had done things that were notable and sometimes even bordering
on heroic and were later just part of the community with no great
fanfare. Many times very few other people even knew of their past.
Although there are many, just to name a few—our favorite banker and
neighbor Alan Campbell was a tail gunner in a B17 bomber flying out of
England over Germany in WW II. Another was Ray Neameyer who flew many
combat missions in a P38 fighter that the Germans called ‘the forked
tail devil’. Most people knew Ray as the quiet shuffling scrap yard
owner from Rolla. Many of the guys served in combat either on land or
at sea and returned to blend back into the community as the folks we
know as businessmen and neighbors. Let’s not forget our friend Bill
Hosmer either—many combat missions over North Vietnam. Not the most
friendly skies you can fly. These are just a few of the people that did
what was needed at that time in history and returned to become part of
our diverse little town. Thanks Gary!


Do any of you recognize this young Lady?
Posted by Neola Kofoid Garbe: Minot & Bottineau, ND
Neola is thinking this may be a Dunseith gal. Do any of you recognize her? Gary
1928 C.R. Gleason Bottineau Postcard
Posted by Margaret Seim Lawston (’54): Citrus Heights, CA
Thank you Margaret for Sharing. This has actually been around for a few years. It has been a few years since I posted this too. With a lot of new readers it deserves a re-run. The previous postings did not include the write-up or car picture, so this is added info with this posting. Gary
May 31, 1927, the last Ford Model T rolled off the assembly line. It was the first affordable automobile, due in part to the assembly line process developed by Henry Ford. It had a 2.9-liter, 20-horsepower engine and could travel at speeds up to 45 miles per hour. It had a 10-gallon fuel tank and could run on kerosene, petrol, or ethanol, but it couldn’t drive uphill if the tank was low, because there was no fuel pump; people got around this design flaw by driving up hills in reverse.

Ford believed that “the man who will use his skill and constructive imagination to see how much he can give for a dollar, instead of how little he can give for a dollar, is bound to succeed.” The Model T cost $850 in 1909, and as efficiency in production increased, the price dropped. By 1927, you could get a Model T for $290.

“I will build a car for the great multitude,” said Ford. “It will be large enough for the family, but small enough for the individual to run and care for. It will be constructed of the best materials, by the best men to be hired, after the simplest designs that modern engineering can devise. But it will be low in price that no man making a good salary will be unable to own one and enjoy with his family the blessing of hours of pleasure in God’s great open spaces.”




I just want to emphasize that mail being mailed to my FPO address has to be First Class US mail and can not exceed 1 lb in weight. I think I failed to mention this before when posting this address.


Folks in the mail system can make mistakes. In November I got a notice that a package mailed to me from Dunseith did not meet the specifications and was returned to the sender. The package was kind of large for weighing less than a pound. It only weighed 10 oz, so it should have come through and been delivered to us. The Dunseith gal was persistent and just re-mailed it. With the 2nd try it came through just fine.



My Philippine address

Gary Stokes

PSC 517 Box PS/CC

FPO AP 96517-1000


Condolences to Renee St. Claire Salmonson’s family
From Paula Fassett (’71): North Branch, MN

How very sad to hear of Renee St. Claire’s death. My thoughts and prayers are with the St. Claire family. God bless.

Paula Fassett

Please Note: Renee’s obituary was posted yesterday, but without her picture that was not available at the time. Gary

Gordie & Sue Nerpel – Belt buckle
Reply from Danette Bixby Rodriquez (Sue Nerpel’s (’64) daughter): Shakopee, MN
Hi Gary,

I get this email from you for my mom Carol Sue (Nerpel) Bixby so as I was reading it I came across the story about the Belt Buckle that was my grandfather’s Ray Nerpel. I just wanted to update your information for my uncle Gordie Nerpel…he has moved from the address that you have. Here is his new address:

17870 100th Ave., Milaca, MN 56353

I am very excited that Mark wants to give the belt buckle to my uncle and that it will be back in the family as I remember my grandpa wearing that belt buckle.

Thank you,

Danette (Bixby) Rodriquez

Danette, I remember your mother very well from my school days. She was one year behind in the class of 64. Her cousin Kathy Nerpel was also in that class. It wasn’t until I started doing this blog that I realized that your Grandma Betty was a sister to Dave Eurich. Gary
Old Memories
From Dick Johnson (’68): Dunseith, ND
Gary and Friends,

With the loss of our former teacher Jim Olson, comes a memory of
an incident in his typing class. Before he had come into the room one
day, Jim Thiefoe showed us a novelty item he had brought along to
school. I was a fake (sorry folks) puddle of vomit made of rubber that
looked like the real deal. With a little encouragement we got him to
put it on the floor beside his typing table and lean over holding his
head when Mr. Olson entered the room. Jim Olson came in the room in his
usual cheery way and froze in his tracks when he saw Jim Thiefoe and the
mess on the floor. He covered his mouth and went back out of the room
in a hurry. We all chuckled but Jimmy T. just kept up the joke when Mr.
Hepper came through the door to see what was wrong. Mr. Hepper walked
up to Jimmy and put his hand on Jimmy’s shoulder and asked if he was
OK? Jimmy just shook his head ‘no’ and never looked up. Hepper started
to sniff and noticed there was no smell and then looked carefully at the
floor. He finally reached down and touched the mess and picked it up
and and jokingly slapped Jimmy over the head with it and laughed. We
were all in hysteria by then. It was a joke that was harmless to
everyone except Jim Olson who had to come back in to try to teach us how
to type after the charade. Thanks Gary!


Turtle Mountain Tribal Arts Association Art Gallery
Forwarded message from Bernice Belgarde (’72): Bemidji, MN

Hi, I am asking each of you to please take a few minutes to click on the web address below and check out the beautiful art work. The web page belongs to the Turtle Mountain Tribal Arts Association Art Gallery located on North Main Street Dunseith ND. I would also appreciate you sending the web address onto your family and friends. With you assistance we can reach many people.



Joseph H Neesho Migizi Marion
TMTAA Director

Alvin/Lillian Torgerson Berg family
Message/Picture from Neola Kofoid Garbe: Bottineau & Minot, ND

Hi Gary,


In one of your recent newsletters, Lillian Torgerson Berg (wasn’t married to Reinhard Schultz at that time–Alvin, her husband, was still living) was mentioned as, I think, being a piano player. This is a picture of Lillian, along with Alvin Berg’s/her children, and her husband after Alvin was killed in a car accident when he/his parents/Lillian/their son, Gary, were on the way to Chicago to visit Alvin’s sister, Arla and her husband, Tony Marteliano.


Some of the info I add now, has already been added by you/your readers.


Alvin was the son of Albert/Clara Johnson Berg (p. 189 in Bottineau Centennial Book); Dick Johnson is related to Clara. Albert/Clara’s children were Alvin (married to Lillian Torgerson), Martin (married to my aunt, Alice Brudwick), Amanda (married to Clarence Schultz) Arla (married to Tony Marteliano.


Albert/Clara lived along Highway 43, just west of Sander Johnson’s place. A very short distance east of Albert/Clara’s driveway is a road going north. I’m quite sure this is the road which eventually leads to the “old” James Johnson place (I THINK this place is near Fauske’s farm, but I’m not sure.). I was about 10 years old, or so, when I stayed with Martin/Alice after they were married and living on the “James Johnson” place.


On one of my visits, Gary Berg stayed there, too. I think I’ve written before about how Martin was going to “flush out” gophers, and Gary/I were supposed to hit them on the head when they came out (after Martin poured water down the hole). Yah, right!!! LOL!! I think Martin got a big kick out of this little “adventure”! Martin had a good sense of humor.
I’m quite sure Alvin bought “The Starlight” lounge in Minot, so the family moved to Minot. I think he owned the lounge at the time he was killed. Lillian/her children moved back to Bottineau at that time. Lillian later married Reinhard Schultz (614 in Bottineau Centennial Book), who is in this picture. Side note: Years later, Ralph Johnson owned (or managed, not sure which). Ralph is the son of Victor/Ruth Larshus Johnson. Ruth was married to Pete Peterson for many years before he passed away. Ruth now lives at Good Samaritan in Bottineau.
Gary Berg is married to Charlene Haugerud, daughter of Arnold/Rose Goodman Haugerud. If you would like to have me send Arnold/Rose’s family picture, Gary, I’d be happy to do so.
Gary Berg and I exchange emails/forwards/etc. If anyone would like to get in touch with Gary, please tell me. I’ll send his email address to you, or forward your email to him. I’m not sending it in this email, as I don’t know how he would feel about this.
I hope this makes sense/the content is accurate. I dislike proofreading what I write! It’s an uff da! For those of you who read this, “Take what you like and leave the rest.”
1937 ND State Hockey Champs
Pictures from Deb LaVallie: Dunseith, ND
Good Morning Gary….Sending you photos of
the 1937 ND State Hockey Champs from Bottineau; Dan, Alex and Archie
Gillies played hockey for Bottineau, where they moved with their
mother, Mary after George died in 1918. I have heard stories of those
hockey games….people would attend from all over the area,
especially, when the Flyers would play Winnepeg….it was an EVENT.
Posted by Neola Kofoid Garbe: Bottineau & Minot, ND

Joke of the Day from my Australian friend

Three Aussie blokes working up on an outback mobile phone tower:


Mongrel, Coot and Bluey .


As they start their descent, Coot slips, falls off the tower and is killed instantly..


As the ambulance takes the body away,
Bluey says, ‘Well, bugger me, someone’s gotta go and tell Coot’s wife.

Mongrel says, ‘OK, I’m pretty good at that sensitive stuff, I’ll do it.’


Two hours later, he comes back carrying a case of Beer.

Bluey says, ‘Where’d you get the grog, Mongrel?’


‘Coot’s wife gave it to me,’ Mongrel replies.

‘That’s unbelievable, you told the Missus her husband was dead and she gave you a case of beer?’


‘Well, not exactly’, Mongrel says.


‘When she answered the door, I said to her, “you must be Coot’s widow.”


She said, ‘You must be mistaken.. I’m not a widow.’


Then I said, ‘I’ll betcha a case of beer you are..’

We aussies are good at that sensitive stuff


For General info there was no blog yesterday
As I am putting this blog together, Aldren, our helper, came in an asked me if I could purchase 50 cleaning rags from our 80 year old neighbor lady. That is about a dollars worth. She lives alone. She was hungry and needed money for food. There is no welfare in this country. When you are out of food you go hungry.
Happy Birthday Lyle Olson (DHS ’75): West Fargo, ND
Happy Birthday Brent Armentrout (DHS ’84): Mesa, AZ
Happy Birthday Linda Johnson Juntunen (DHS ’72): Perth, ND
Happy Birthday Paula Fassett (DHS ’71): North Branch, MN
Renee St. Clair Salmonson passed away
Message from Larry St. Clair (’66): Anchorage, AK

My youngest sister Renee Salmonson passed away last night, losing her battle with cancer. We will be taking her from Grand Forks to Dunseith.

Larry, Our condolence are with you and all of Renee’s family. I did not know her, but being a sister to you, I know she was a good person. Gary
Renee Salmonson
(August 7, 1957 – January 9, 2012)

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Renee Salmonson, age 54 of Dunseith, died Monday in a Grand Forks hospital. Funeral services will be held on Friday at 10:00 A.M. in the St. Mark’s Catholic Church in Bottineau. Burial will be at the St. Louis Cemetery of Dunseith. Visitation will be Thursday beginning at 10:00 A.M. until 6:00 P.M. in the funeral home, with a prayer service in the Church at 7:00 P.M.

Renee Salmonson, a daughter of Lloyd and Clarine (Poitra) St. Claire, was born on August 7, 1957 at Portland, OR. As a young girl she moved with her family to Dunseith where she was reared and attended school. She moved to Wichita Falls, TX where she completed her education. Later she returned to Dunseith and began working at San Haven in the Janitorial Department. Renee then worked for a time at the Dunseith nursing home where she was a nurse’s aide. She then worked at the Dunseith High School in the Cafeteria. On December 2, 1989 she was married to Greg Salmonson at Dunseith. After their marriage she helped Greg on the farm. She also helped her mother with adult foster care in Rugby. They then worked in Western North Dakota in the oil patch. In 2010 they returned to Dunseith and have resided there since.

She is a member the St. Michael’s the Archangel Catholic Church in Dunseith. Renee enjoyed cooking for her family, spending time with her family, yard work and doing jigsaw puzzles.

Renee is survived by her husband, Greg of Dunseith; daughters Kristie and her husband Pierre Barbot of Grand Forks, Robin Gourneau and Tracy and her husband, Travis Casavant both of Dunseith; 10 grandchildren, Pierce, Samantha and Alex Barbot, Shaiyan Davis, DJ St. Claire and Sarah St. Claire, Lacey, Whitney, Hailey and Carter Casavant; brothers, Larry St. Claire of Anchorage, AK and Gary St. Claire of Minot; sisters, Geraldine King of Wichita Falls, TX, Darlene Tooke (Jim) of Wilton Lola St. Claire of St John, Sandra Will (Randy) of Bismarck, Audrey Birkland (Lowell Leonard) of Dunseith and Rhonda Wickum of Minot.

Belt Buckle – Gordie Nerpel: Request from Mark Schimetz (’70): Rolette, ND

Hi Gary.


I bought a belt and buckle at a garage sale that Betty Nerpel had after Rays Passing. It was a real nice stone picture of 2 Horse’s in a gold and silver setting. A nice buckle! I couldn’t find it before Bettys Funeral, as I wanted to give it too Gordy. I think he would like to have it. If you can get an address for me, I would like to send it to him. Gordy was a great guy always in good humor, same as Ray Laugerquist in school and outside, we were classmates of 1970. And so happy birthday to Dwight and Lori (Ray).

Thanks Gary.

Nerpel Gordon 5716 Maves Trl SE Prior Lake, MN 55372 (952) 447-6415 trese.nerpel@gmail.comgordie.nerpel@gmail.com
Willow City 125 year celebration
Posting from Neola Kofoid Garbe: Minot & Bottineau, ND

Two ladies from Willow City were on the “Noon Show” on Channel 3 (Minot) one day, They were talking about Willow City’s 125 year celebration this coming summer. They mentioned all Notre Dame Acadamy students are all very welcome to attend this event, too.
If you use Facebook, go to this site for info: https://www.facebook.com/#!/pages/Willow-City-ND/346687997834 There are many interesting pictures on this site.
Janice Bjornseth Kersten – Daughter of Ralph & Luella Boardman Bjornseth

Picture from Neola Kofoid Garbe: Minot & Bottineau, ND

Hi Gary,


The “Bjornseth Girl” picture I sent to you/Luella, is their daughter, Janice. Janice is married to my former 3rd and 4th grade student, Brian Kersten from Kramer. They live in/near Max–think it’s near Max, not in Max.
San Haven and the Gillies family pictures
Provided by Deb LaVallie: Dunseith, ND
Good Morning Gary….Sending you a photo (postcard) of San Haven 1939;
a photo of my Great-Grandparents, George and Mary Nicholson Gillies,
taken on their wedding day 7-1-1893 in Lucknow, Ontario; and photos of
the 1937 ND State Hockey Champs from Bottineau; Dan, Alex and Archie
Gillies played hockey for Bottineau, where they moved with their
mother, Mary after George died in 1918. I have heard stories of those
hockey games….people would attend from all over the area,
especially, when the Flyers would play Winnepeg….it was an EVENT.
I will post the Hockey photo’s tomorrow.
Thank you so much for posting.
George and Mary Nicholson Gillies


Happy Birthday Dwight Coleman: Dunseith, ND




Happy Birthday Diane Berg Rheault (DHS ’79): Morehead, MN
Happy Birthday Larry Liere (DHS ’55): Devils Lake ND.
Reply from Lori Williams Lagerquist (’75): Boulder, MT

Hi Gary,
I would like to let you know I appreciate the birthday wishes, due to the blog I got some peoples wishes that I have not contacted in 20+ yrs.
Just to let you know I enjoyed getting my “twins” for my birthday even more then the Flinstone doll ” Pebbles” and having been born on Elvis Presley’s birthday! ha ha
Dunseith Businesses
Reply from Lloyd Awalt (’44): Bottineau, ND

Carl Grimme Shoe Shop was in the little Bld.just North of Ray Wilson, Keith there were 5 Gas Station , 4 creameries. Brossard and Godfrey Barber Shop was just South of the Drug Store where Jess Wilson was. later on I think a Davis & Belgarde? was there. Where the Lumber Yard is, across the street was the City Hall, It burned down in 1931 New Years Eve. There were 6 Groc. & Dry Goods store. 2 Lumber Yards I hauled freight to all those places, My Dad had the Dray Line.




Dick Johnson’s memory of the past.
Folks, The following is email exchanges between Dick Johnson, My Cousin Audrey Hanson Aitchison and myself. Gary
I guess I would like to ask you if there is a guy named Art Hanson who is a
brother to Jean and Audrey or if it could have been their uncle or some
other type relative. I can see him in his shop. He was taller and thin
and had gray hair and glasses back in the 70s. I hope I don’t have him
confused with someone else and not related to the Morinville/ Hanson
bunch. Did they have another uncle/brother/relative you know of. I think
this guy lived alone.
Hello Audrey,
Dick Johnson is thinking that you may have had an uncle that had an upholstery shop in Dunseith. Did your dad have a brother by the name of Art? His is thinking that the upholstery guy may have been related to Frances? What is your memory of all this?

Hi Gary,

Yes, Art Hanson and Frances (Hanson) Morinville were Dad’s brother and sister. Art had an upholstery shop in Dunseith. He later moved to Paso Robles, CA with his daugher, Judy.



Thank you Audrey,
This has been discussed in the last few daily blogs. We were thinking that you were probably behind reading some of them.
It is a rare occasion that Dick’s memory fails him.
Thanks again,
Reply (Picture) to Larry Hackman’s Story – Doughnuts? Snow Snakes?
From Ron Bergman: Bottineau, ND
Ron, It’s great hearing from you. I look forward to seeing you, when I am back in the area, with your morning coffee breaks at the Bottineau Bakery.
Folks, Ron is the owner of the ‘Bergman Agency’ store on Main Street. He has been there many years. He has the area that used to be Brandt’s and then Soland’s Standard. His wife Sandra is the owner and operator of the ‘Sandee’s Hallmark’ Store directly across Main Street from his store. Gary
Doughnuts? Snow Snakes?
Picture Spelling error correction
It is John Gillies, not Gillis. This is the same Gillies family as Doc Gillies who was married to Cooney McKay’s sister, Ellen.


First off, I need to apologize to the Williams Twins, Lois and Lisa. The picture I posted yesterday listed as Lisa was Lois. Being twins you both have birthdays today too. With the sending of this message, it is still your birthday for a few more hours too. Your sister Lori also has a birthday today, so there are 3 of you siblings with birthdays on January 8th. You know there is one chance in 365 that this could happen. How neat. Gary

Happy Birthday to the Williams Twins (DHS ’82)

Lois Soland & Lisa Mastvelton
Dunseith Senior Center Pictures:
A while back Wayne and Rosemary Smith posted a few pictures that were taken at the Dunseith Senior Center in December. I am going to repost one each day so we can identify those in them.
Left side Front to Back:
Right side Front to Back:


Two sisters with Birthday’s today – January 8th.
Happy Birthday Lisa Williams Mastvelton (DHS ’82)
Happy Birthday Lori Williams (Ray) Lagerquist (DHS ’75)
The Barber’s son – Patrick Godfrey
Reply from Bill Hosmer (’48): Tucson, AZ
Gary Stokes and Gary Metcalfe The Godfrey barber son’s name was Patrick. He and I were playing pool in
Si’s Pool Hall in 1950. I was home on leave from West Point. The radio in the pool hall had a news broadcast
announcing the invasion of South Korea by North Korean troops. He remarked that he would probably be
recalled into the service, since that war was becoming a reality. As it was, I graduated in the year that war ended.
Caught up later in Vietnam. Pat was back for a visit to Dunseith while I was at the lake about 5 years ago.. He mentioned that he’d
been to see his parent’s graves at the cemetery, and that the grass needed mowing. I did it and sent pictures to him.
He lives in Iowa, near Omaha, NE. Small world. I may have his address if anyone is interested in contacting him. Cheers
and the best 2012 can offer. Bill Hosmer


Dunseith Main Street
Comments From Floyd Dion (’45): Dunseith, ND



In reply to Lloyd Awalts main street business places he forgot Carl Grimme shoe shop,It was in the area of Ray Wilson office.

Gary Metcalfe You have a good memory of the things you write about. The name of the barber was James Godfrey the father and the son was called Bud, I never knew his real name, he was married to a Lagasse girl from Rolla, ND

Dunseith Main Street
Comments from Keith Pladson (’66): Roanoke Rapids, NC
Hello, Gary,

Just some comments on/about the Dunseith Main Street photos. I really enjoyed them!

One of the things that struck me most was the number of competing (alike) businesses. If I remember correctly, someone (Lloyd?) identified four different cafes. And it seems there were at least four garages and three (?) creameries? I don’t recall that many of any of them, but then by the time I started remembering things about Dunseith I’m sure some of them had already closed down.

It’s sad really, but when I started thinking about it, I realized that what has happened to Dunseith (and Bottineau, too) is happening all across America to both big and small towns/cities. We are becoming more and more centralized in our businesses (one department store can replace a half dozen or more old Mom and Pop business of the past). And the small Mom and Pop businesses simply can’t compete price wise so are being forced to close there doors.

Further many of the older long time labor intensive industrial businesses have found it harder and harder to compete with imported goods and are having to close down too as a result. Here in Roanoke Rapids (and in many other small cities around this area of North Carolina and Virginia) the textile industry was the biggest employer for many years. And these small cities thrived while these textile plants were in their heyday. But unfortunately the textile industry, like the appliance, plywood, steel and many, many other industries, has moved overseas where labor is cheaper. As a result most of the old textile plants in this area have closed their doors and nothing has replaced them. (Our biggest employer today is an old “stinky” paper plant that is, so far, still doing well and which employs many local folks.)

So, with the biggest employers gone, and all the new centralizing retail businesses locating out on the fringes of the towns and cities, the old down town (Main Street) areas are just dying.

In 2000, Roanoke Rapids had a population of over 17,000. That has now shrunk to around 15,000 today. And all of the main shopping areas are located at least three – four miles from the old down town area. So when you drive down Roanoke Avenue (our Main Street), all you see are secondhand stores, a few lawyers and real estate offices, and many boarded up buildings. To say that it is depressing would be an understatement. Fortunately the city has an effort underway to revitalize the downtown area, but only time will tell whether it is successful.

Just my views/opinions on where we are heading.

Thanks Gary and all the others who had input on the photos.
Keith Pladson (66)

San Haven Power house picture
Reply from Mona Dionne Johnson (’48): Bottineau, ND
Re: Power House Pic – Stanley Dowling, Jerry Parent, John Gillis, ??
Mona Johnson – ’48
Thank you so much Mona. Another one for the history books.
Folks, These old Photos are fun. Please share any that you may have. Thanks, Gary


Last night at our Cebu Expat Christmas Bowling dinner
Gary Stokes, Em Em Hann, Bernadette Stokes, and Rose (Art Hagen) Hohl
Another Great Larry Hackman Story
From Larry Hackman (’66): Bismarck, ND


Happy New year to you and your family

I hope this note finds you all well.

I was going to try and have this story published, and I know it would have been a huge hit in the Butte St. Paul area.

But rather then go through all that trouble now and risk having it discarded in some trash can ,

I decided to send it to you and have it critiqued on this blog.

It’s a little little story about a Norwegian friend and his dilemma with proving the existence of snow snakes and snow doughnuts.

I hope you all enjoy it.

I remembered that you and some of your classmates discussed snow doughnuts a few years back on this blog?


After reading this story over again, maybe you should list me under Mel Kuhn’s class for this one?

Remember to laugh,







We all do know what snow doughnuts are, but we hear very little about snow snakes?These are both documented and verified on the internet.Snow doughnuts are described as small avalanches.A large chunk of snow breaks off the pack at the top of the mountain.It starts to roll; it becomes larger, and round in shape. It rolls so fast that the center, due to its weight, spins out of the rolling ball of snow. Leaving behind what looks like and is a snow doughnut.Now, it’s not uncommon for the centers to continue rolling down the mountain and creating more snow doughnuts.This depends mostly on the height of the mountain, how steep it is and the amount of snow on the slope.That is why; in the valley below you may find a baker’s dozen.

When these snow doughnut stories first appeared on this blog it peaked my interest as I often heard stories about snow snakes from this fellow I worked with for many years.I thought he was joking.I wrote and talked to him about this snow doughnut phenomenon.

We agreed that these two phenomenons could be connected and that this was no joke. He then told me, the full story about the snow snakes. The following is my recollection of the information and experiences that my friend had accumulated on this unknown phenomenon and how he discovered a connection between the snow snake and the snow doughnut one cold snowy winter on the slopes of Butte St. Paul, Turtle Mountains, North Dakota.




My Norwegian friend, that I worked with as a young man on a survey crew cautioned me that we have to be careful not to get bitten by a snow snake. He would often shout in the middle of a job when everyone was concentrating on what they were doing, watch out; snow snakes.He was always on the lookout and always cautioning everyone on the crew, that we have to keep our skin covered and protected from the snow snakes.Now I want you know I grew up in North Dakota where we had snow every winter and I have never before heard tell of snow snakes or ever saw a snow snake.My Norwegian friend explained that they are very common to Norway, but they have pretty much migrated from there to every place on earth, that has or gets snow.I asked if they were a descendant of Lutefisk, He didn’t think so, but you never know what happens in the snow or in the fiords of Norway? I guess what happens in the fiords, stays in the fiords.


Now you are wondering what significance does something that you never see and does not harm anything, matter.Well, do you remember them huge white pussy capped, bright red preturbances that would magically appear on the end of your nose when you were around the age of 16 years old, and that would hurt like the devil.According to my Norwegian friend, them embarrassing, sore, ugly, perturbances are caused by the venom of snow snakes.Believe it or not, these 6 to 18 inch long snakes that travel just beneath the surface of the snow and that are never seen, do bite.You don’t feel the bite, because you mistake it for the stinging cold of old man winter, and usually just bundle up a little tighter and continue on your way.So, if you feel that stinging, numbing sensation when you are out in the snow, you probably have been bitten by a snow snake.Now, the venom don’t just up and make an immediate appearance, it can lay dormant in your system forever or it can pop up and out whenever. It usually attacks when you least expect it, usually when you are all relaxed and sleeping.


So don’t be surprised, when you wake up in the morning, and find that big ugly pimple hanging off the end of your nose that feels the size of Mt. Rainier, and that is so red and shiny that the light just glares off it and is so sore that it makes you want to cry, not to even mention the embarrassment that you feel.Now, this is when you should realize that you have been bitten by a snow snake according to my Norwegian friend’s grandma.Now, you are wondering why the Scandinavian people have not made the rest of the world aware of this snake and the distress caused by its venom.Well the rest of the world has made up so many jokes about the Norwegian culture that they don’t remember if being a Norwegian is a Nationality or if it’s just a handy excuse.So, they just figured that they would just keep this a secret, and let the world think that it’s just a part of growing up.Now you know why you see certain people turn away from you, and snicker, whenever you have one of these things hanging from your face.Damn snow snakes.




Now thinking and writing about these pustules’ of puss have reminded me of a story that I must relate, at this point of this story.I was working out of Turtle Lake, ND back in the early 1970’s on a survey crew of four people.Greg Tanner a young fellow of about 20 years of age that stood a little over 6 ft. tall and weighed in at 250 lbs. had arrived at work this one morning with one of them huge perturbances sitting on the very tip of his nose.It was so huge that it looked like Mt. Kilimanjaro.As I drove the suburban along the operation and maintenance road of the McClusky Canal I would check the rear view mirror.There in the mirror was Greg’s face with that huge mountain of a pimple on the end of his nose.I mean it was so big that there were men at the base of that thing, putting steel snow cleats on their boots and carrying ice picks in their hands, getting ready to climb that monstrosity. I couldn’t help it, I pulled the survey rig over to the edge of the road and I said Greg let’s get out here, and see if we can shoot that zit, on the end of your nose across the canal.I know it was around 120 ft. across that canal to the road on the other side, but with size of that thing, I know we can do it. Greg looked me with a look on his face that said he could kill, and said something sexual.I told him, I wasn’t in the mood.We all laughed as we continued on our survey mission, except for Greg of course who was saying stuff.While the crew felt a little sympathy for Greg.We still had a good laugh at his situation.After all, I think everyone has been there at one time or another, and were glad that it was someone else this time.




Here is the rest of the story.Apparently after you have been bitten, the venom of the snow snake travels around in your system, and can remain dormant for a considerable period of time as some of us in our old age can still get a zit now and then.It always seems to surprise a person when one shows up. They seem to make their appearance at the end of your nose during the night, just prior to some event, where you will be associating with a lot of other people, and usually of the opposite sex.Oh for the embarrassment of it all.




Why does the venom make it appearance during the night, while a person is sleeping, and why does it have to usually appear at the end of one’s nose? Well, according to my Norwegian friend’s grandmother, its venom affects everyone, but attacks teenagers in a more severe way.She continued to say that, apparently the body has to be in a relaxed, horizontal position, and then the venom travels to the highest elevation on a person’s body.Which is usually, the end of the nose?




There at the end of your nose, while you sleep, the venom and the white corpuscles of your immune system do battle. The battle ground at the end of your nose becomes sore and festers due to this huge fight taking place just beneath the skin.Your immune system wins and when you awake in the morning.All that remains from the huge battle that took place is the battle field, with the annihilated pussy enemy pushed to the very top of the perturbance at the end of your nose. Oh no!Snow capped Mt. Rainier hanging off the end of your face.How will you ever be able to face people today?Anyway, you force yourself up and out of bed, hoping and praying that the pimple don’t look as bad as it feels.But the glare from the light shining on it is almost blinding and you can’t forget about it.It won’t let you.You seem to automatically reach for it and to continue to rub your finger over the perturbance at the end of your nose.


You slowly make your way to the bathroom mirror to see how bad it really is.It looks huge.It feels so sore.This is terrible.I’m supposed get up in front of the whole class and give a speech today.I know what they are going to be looking at.This is going to be terrible.I’m going to be embarrassed, I’m already embarrassed.That huge ugly thing on my nose, looking back at me from the mirror is brilliantly red, it’s huge, and its white capped, with just the very tip being close to some kind of terrible yellow color. Then with one quick squeeze, there is pus all over the bathroom mirror. Amazing, it almost exploded by itself.There is blood running down the end of your nose.It looked worse than Mount St. Helen’s spewing out red hot lava.Then there’s that yellowish white stuff that shot out from the end of the pimple, sticking all over the mirror. That mess couldn’t have come out your body. You can’t bring yourself to look at it or to clean it off the mirror. Poor mom.




According to my Norwegian friend there is a way to prevent that big pimple from appearing at the end of your nose.His Norwegian grandma explained, yes the venom does travel to the part of your body that is the highest in elevation, and what the Norwegians discovered is that if you can keep your hands up higher than the rest of your body while you sleep, that the venom would just travel to the highest point, which would be your fingernails, and turn them red.This was actually a desired effect that most girls liked.Saved on buying and applying polish.So, after Grandma explained this to the girls they began tying their hands to the headboard of their beds and sleeping this way.This really worked to solve the girl’s problem with pimples and also eliminated applying polish to their nails.The only time tying your hands to the headboard of you bed became a liability for the girls are when the boy cousins decided to spend the night.This problem with the boy cousins usually was handled by girl’s dad with the aid of a razor strap or a shotgun.




My Norwegian friend Jim, from Minnesota did travel to Rolette County of North Dakota in the dead of winter.He did travel up to the summit of Butte St, Paul.He said the going was tough, there were no open trails, the snow was deep, and the wind never quit blowing.It looked like the North Pole or the South Pole?One of them poles.It was desolate windy and cold.He was glad that he had packed them two one pint bottles of Schnapps in his back pack for the trip, as he trudged along through the knee deep snow.He had to leave his four wheel drive vehicle back on the main road as the gravel county road and the trail leading to the base of the Butte were blocked with snow. He trudged along in his goose down parka, his carhartt coveralls, with layers of wool clothing underneath, and his snow packs on his feet.He was definitely glad that he had dressed for the occasion, as he intended to spend the night on the summit, of the Butte.




When he reached the summit, he finally took time to stand and survey his surroundings.There was snow, cold, and wind everywhere, and in every direction.He thought what a damn fool he was, as he could die out here and no one would find him until the snow melted. This was definitely a desolate place and an ideal place to watch for and study and maybe even capture the phenomena of snow donuts and the existence of snow snakes on film.He was on a mission to prove the existence of these two phenomena to everyone and to vindicate his Grandmother.He wanted everyone to know, that she just didn’t consume a bad batch of Lutefisk, and was hallucinating.


He took the back pack from his back and sat down on the north side of the monument of stone that had been erected at the summit of the Butte by a previous generation.The stone monument stopped the wind from hitting him directly and it felt good. He looked about the area, studying the snow covered barren landscape around him, then looking down the slope at the trees and the long shadows that they were casting on the snow.All was quiet, and not a creature was stirring not even a wood tick.Nothing was moving except for the powdery snow blown up into the air by the wind at the crest of the snow drifts. There was nothing to do but wait for darkness to envelope the area.




He knew from his Grandmas stories that the snow snakes would not make their appearance until the dead of night, when all was still.He reached into his back pack and removed the two bottles of schnapps.He wasn’t about to carry them all the way back to the vehicle.He tipped the bottle up to his mouth and took a good long pull on the contents.It felt warm going down and it felt like he had lit a small furnace in his belly.He was glad that he had picked up the 80 proof schnapps at the liquor store.




Night was approaching, it was freezing cold, but he was comfortable.He laid back his head, tucked inside that goose down parka hood, against the monument.The warmth of the schnapps and the long hard slog up the butte must have caused him to fall asleep as he awoke with a start.He fumbled with his sleeve as he was anxious to see what time it was. The illuminated wrist watch showed it was near midnight. The wind had quit blowing.It was as still as still could be.The snow glistened in the moon light, like diamonds poured over a pure white sheet. It was eerily quiet. Then all of a sudden there was a crash below him as something had smashed into the trees.




He turned to look around and saw huge chunks of snow breaking off from the huge drift at the summit of the Butte.To his amazement as the chunks of snow became round and larger as they descended down the slope, they also picked up speed.Then it happened the center fell from the ball, and he beheld his first snow doughnut. He was thrilled as he tore off his wool lined leather mittens and reached to get the camera from its container.He was worried that it would not happen again, and was cursing himself for not being ready.He got the camera ready, and as he continued to stare at the huge snow drift at the summit, waiting, and hoping, and praying, that more chunks of snow would break off and begin rolling down the butte.




He was about to give up and sit down and take another swallow or two out of that schnapps bottle when it happened.A huge chunk of snow broke away from the drift and begins to roll.He had his camera at the ready with 400sp 35mm film capturing every movement, as the ball of snow descended the slope, and broke into a snow doughnut.He was thrilled. He couldn’t believe his eyes. Not only was he getting pictures of the snow donut he was actually getting pictures of the snow snakes.He said it was unbelievable.It seems as the snow ball rolled down the hill, it created enough disruption in the snow pack, and created enough excitement among the snakes that they were actually making an appearance on the surface of the snow, in the shadows of the snowball.




The bright moonlight would shine and flicker off the bright white skins of the snow snakes.He knew his camera was picking up the snow doughnuts and the snow snakes at the same time and that he would have photos of both subjects in the same shot.He would after all have proof of what he and his Grandmother had been talking about for years. They could dispel all the doubters once and for all. This trip was going to be worth all the time, and trouble.




He couldn’t wait for morning to come, so he could get out of there and get his film developed.He spent the remainder of the night in wonderment and awe at the sights he had saw and captured on film, at the summit of Butte St. Paul, North Dakota. The stars in the sky seemed to dance in agreement with his thoughts as he enjoyed the schnapps in the cold and peaceful surroundings of the Butte. This trip and these pictures were proof, that he was right, and would be the end of everyone doubting him and his stories.


Finally, when the sun arose in the morning and turned the sky blue, Jim trudged down from the Butte. The closer he got to his vehicle the more excited he got.He was so excited, that he drove straight back to his home in Minnesota, with only one pit stop in Jamestown, ND.He flew into the house, grabbed his wife and gave her a hug and stated that he finally had proof, and that he could prove to her the existence of snow snakes. His wife, who happened to be of Swedish decent gave him that look of “here we go again”. She would often laugh after he related one of his stories about snow snakes and dismiss him, by calling him a round head. Jim was going to bring all her doubts to an end. He had pictures, of not only snow snakes, but of snow doughnuts.He was opening his camera to get the film out, and talking to his wife, and explaining, the whole exciting trip, to her, when he noticed there was no film in the camera.He looked at his wife with a stupendous wide eyed look on his face.His wife looked at him and said, you round head.

Here is the comment from my Norwegian friend, Jim
that you may want to attach.

I’m still trying to capture one of those rare snow snakes on film, but they are very elusive, once in awhile I tell Connie that I think I seen one, but she still doesn’t believe me. One of these days I need to tell the grandkids to keep an eye out for them. We finally got a couple inches of snow on the ground, so I will have to remind them. Larry thanks for reminding me of them. I will pass it on. Only thing wrong with the story is I was in North Dakota not Minnesota at that time. I think I need some peppermint schnapps. Have a good one. Jim.
Thanks for the comments’
I’m forwarding the story to my kids and friends as they too, should know about the elusive snow snakes.
They are a tough one to nail down, but I think if we get the message out there,
and get it out more often, the snow snake could become a state symbol or something, and everyone
would owe you the respect, you deserve? I better quit while I’m ahead
and have another pull from this bottle of schnapps.
You and yours have a good day and a Happy New Year,



Happy Birthdy to Bernice Belgarde
From Paula Fassett (’71): North Branch, MN

Happy Birthday to Bernice Belgarde………I, for one, and looking forward to reading your family history!

Paula Fassett

Dunseith Businesses
Reply from Gary Metcalfe (’50): Kingman, AZ
Hi Gary, in reply to Bill Hosmers input about Brassuers Barber shop, I believe the next proprieter was Mr. Godfrey. He had a daughter named Rowena who was in the same sophomore class at DHS as I was in 1949-50. She also had an older brother but I can’t recall his name. Might have been James? The weather is nice here in Arizona as well, but probably not appreciated as much as that in ND.. We are off to Costa Rica again on Monday for a couple of weeks. Wishing the best of New Years for all your bloggers.
Francis Atherton

Reply from Kathy Casavant Ellingson (’74): Bismarck, ND

Yes, to all of Aggies expanations of Francis. Even though I was very young , I remembered him at our farm working & helping our Dad. I was also surprised he was that young when he died, I thought of him older than that. Condolences to the family. Kathy
San Haven
Reply from Ginger LaRocque Poitra (’65): Belcourt, ND
>My mother (Madeline LaRocque) worked at San Haven for 27 years. She
worked at Dr. Loeb’s home and other areas, she was a cleaning lady along
with RoseAnn Poitra and Mary Morin.

Mom was the fastest cleaner I knew, she would clean all day at the San and
come home and clean our house. When spring cleaning came around she did
that after work also. She’d have the whole house cleaned including the
windows in a couple of evenings.

Before Mom worked at the San she worked as a cook at the Crystal Cafe for
9 years, that was while Dan and Rosie McCoy were proprietors, she always
remarked on how much she learned from Rosie, Rosie was a wonderful cook.

For some reason this picture brought thoughts to my mind about Mom, I
thought I’d share a few of them with you all.
Ginger(LaRocque) Poitra (65)

Native American Culture
Reply from Aggie Casavant (’69): Fort Mill, SC
First to Bernice Belgarde Hope you had a nice birthday. I love the picture of you with your horse. One thing I miss about not living in N.Dakota, is the Native Americans. Here in South Carolina it’s a melting pot of every culture, and although their are a few Indian people from Cherokee Tribe,they don’t seem like true blue Native Americans like in N.Dakota….(I don’t know maybe I’m just bias:) One thing I was really disappointed about when I go home on vacation, is that I have yet to have found any type of sweatshirt t-shirt or jackets with a festive Native look to it,and I looked every where. Their is alot of jewelery and pottery but nothing in the way of clothing. I never realized what a bond I feel with the Native American people back home, til I moved back to N.Dakota from 99 to 2003. I joined the “All Nations Church” in Bismarck,and felt so at home,and one of the best churches ever. I spent 3 days helping to re-open a church on the Standing Rock Reservation cutting the two foot tallgrass around the church,and dodging rattlesnakes (quite an adventure). Lately I’ve been doing alot of research and watching alot on PBS about the history of the Indian people of the Dakotas. I was moved to tears when I watched the documentary that Diane Sawyer from ABC News did a few months ago on the Pine Ridge Reservation. That one little boy about 14 years old was the most beautiful little guy,with a heart full of dreams. I was so happy to hear that people all over the country responded in such a positive way to help the people of Pine Ridge….Anyway Bernice….thanks for the memories, and God’s Blessings. Aggie

San Haven Power House Photo.

Reply Jean Nicholas Miller (’66): Glendale, AZ


The San power house photo: It seems to me that the man on the left is Stanley Dowling from the other San picture. And I recognize the man next to him but I can’t think of his name. Hopefully someone wil remember it.

San Haven Power House Photo.

Reply from Brenda Hoffman (’68): Greenville, SC


Dear Gary,


Power house photo: Stanley Dowling, ?, John Gillis, Clifford Magnuson. Both were great San photos. Thank you.





Stanley Dowling, ??, John Gillis and Clifford Magnuson

Dunseith Businesses – Mona Dionne Johnson & Skip Brasseur
Reply/picture from Dick Johnson (’68): Dunseith, ND
Gary and Friends,

To Bill Hosmer— I can’t remember the Alfie Dion Shoe Shop
building before he was there but do remember another business that was
in the building after the shoe shop. One of the Morinville relatives,
probably an uncle, named Bert Hanson had an upholstery shop there for a
while in the early 70s. He did a nice job on a seat for an old 1947
Indian Chief motorcycle I was restoring. It looked like factory new and
he wasn’t that expensive either—rare combination nowadays. In a past
post, I sent a picture of Mona Dionne Johnson and Skip Brasseur, who
Bill mentioned dating, in the old police station which was also the
skating rink warming room at the time. The picture was obviously Mona
and she identified Skip for us. I’ll repost it to see if it brings back
any old memories for Bill. A couple cute gals in about ’46. Thanks Gary!


Previously posted with message 482 on June 7, 2009
Reply from Mona Dionne Johnson (48): Lake Metigoshe, ND
Dick – That is me in the PD, and my friend is Skip Brasseur (don’t know
if I spelled her last name correctly). Her dad ran a barber shop in
Dunseith for a couple of years. She had a harmonizing voice and we used
to sing duets together. They left Dunseith after her 2nd year high
school, so did not graduate from Dunseith.
Mona Dionne Johnson – 48
Gary – gal without scarf is Skip.


Happy Birthday Bernice Belgarde (DHS ’72): Bemidji, MN
Bernice’s reply:
Thank you! I am from the Class of 72, yay!!! Mother of three adult children and nine grand children. Presently I am at the Indian Health Service Headquarters for a 120 day detail through March 2012. The pictue was taken at the Museum of the American Indian, Washington, DC. The weather in DC has been lingering in the mid 40s to 50s, not bad. I will friend you on Face Book this evening. I truly enjoy reading the Dunseith Blog. I love the old pictures of Dunseith and the San Haven. Everyones contribution to the blog is greatly appreciated.

I grew up with horses since I could walk. My dad Isaac Belgarde was a true horse whisperer. Back in the day he was a horse wrangler for ranches in Montana. When I go back to Dunseith I go riding with my sister Sandra (Belgarde) Poitra who is married to Eric Poitra. She has a home and land on San Hill, north of Dunseith. One of these days I will do a submission on my dad, his two brothers Charles Belgarde and John Belgarde. This will be on their military service as oh-kitchee-tah (warriors) of our native nation the the United States.

Bernice Belgarde

ND Weather this winter
Reply to a personal message from Dick Johnson (’68): Dunseith, ND

In all my 61 years I don’t ever remember a winter like this one
here in ND. The forecast for tomorrow is over 50 degrees. It was up in
the 40s today and calm with bright sunshine. We have only had a couple
nights with the temp below 0 and then it was up in the twenties by
afternoon. It’s nuts but nice!


Dick, I wanted to post this, because when I listened to the Evening News live this morning here in the Philippines with Brian Williams, they reported 60 degrees in Minot. You guys can not have much snow at this rate.

Condolences to the Atherton Family
From Aggie Casavant (’69): Fort Mill, SC.
My thoughts are with the Atherton Family. Our family knew Francis well, as he use to work for our Dad here and there during the summer. He sat and ate many meals with our family.He loved our Moms fresh baked bread,with choke cherry syrup.:) Humble describes him well…not to mention very shy. Our Dad always enjoyed having him around. I was a bit surprised to see he had moved around Dunseith in 74, cuz I graduated in 69,and moved to Denver,Colorado, the following summer. And I remember us kids asking our Dad where Francis was from, and he would say”Up in the hills north of Dunseith. Anyway I think I could speak for all my brothers and sisters….that Francis Atherton is a very sentimental memory. Rest in Peace Francis…..Aggie Casavant
Dunseith Businesses
Reply from Bill Hosmer (’47): Tucson, AZ
Gary, to add to Dick’s remarks about the small building between the Red Owl and the bakery. During the late 40s, early 50s it
was a barber shop, once run by a Joe Brasseur (spelling ?) and later by another gent whose name I’ve forgotten. I dated Joe’s
daughter, Skippy, on some of my visits to Dunseith from other places. Bill Hosmer
Reply to Dick Johnson’s comment about Verda Garver’s car:
From Lois Tweeten: Helena MT
I forwarded the paragraph to my cousin Carol (Sletto) Johnson who lives 5 miles South of Overly, and this was her comment. Carol’s husband is also Dick Johnson!……It’s nice for Verda’s family to hear sweet things about her!…………
Hi Lois: Thanks for email about Verda Garver. Very interesting. I can just see her car. She was my teacher and could whistle like a bird. Tom (Carol’s brother Tom Sletto) used to play the piano and she would whistle songs. She was known for this. I liked her alot
San Haven Photo
Reply from Ginger LaRocque Poitra (’65): Belcourt, ND
>The lady peeking through Beanie Vanorney and the other lady looks like
Florestine Belgarde

Ginger Poitra


San Haven Photo

Reply Judy Allery Azure (’65): Bismarck, ND

Hi Gary,


Thanks for all the wonderful information that you keep passing on to all of us Dunseith Alumi. I happened to notice the picture of the employees of San Haven and the lady that is unidentified is my Aunt Florestine Allery Belgarde. Aunt Florestine was a sister to my father Frank Allery who also worked at San Haven.


Thanks again for all you are doing.


Judy Allery Azure

With 12 postings you guys have Nailed this one.
I think this has to be a record for the number of postings of any of the pictures posted for identification. It was fun. Future generations will love us.
Thank you Deb LaVallie for sharing.
Judy and Ginger, thank you so much for the identification of the peeking lady. Florestine and Martin Belgarde were still working at San Haven when my dad worked there. Dad thought the world of that couple. I never met them in person, but I feel I knew them well from all the good things that my dad had to say about them. Their names would come up very often in his conversations. He often visited them at their home too. Great honest folks.

Everett Olson, Ruby Olson, Andy Sands, Oscar Thone, Red Pearson, Grace Frovarp (nurse), Bennie Frovarp, Vivian Champagne Poitra (nurse), Pete Link behind the nurses, Muriel Mcdermott Rowe (nurse), Mary Louise (Hills) Dowling (nurse), Bernice ‘Beanie’ Vanorny (nurse), Florestine Allery Belgarde, Barbara Schlatt (head covering bottom of the clock), Edna Mohagen in black and white dress, Marge Lillico – (short lady with gray hair in a black suit), Maxine Magnuson behind Margie Lillico, Eva Morin, Arlene Sands in beige jumper with white top, Eva Trafford in white, Mrs. Paul Decoteau, Stanley Dowling, John Gillis, Dan Kalk


San Haven Power House Photo.
Now that we have nailed the group photo we need to identify this picture also submitted by Deb LaVallie
??, ??, John Gillis and ??


Class of 68 reunion picture.

Reply from Don Martel (Principal): Rosemount, MN
Hey folks, you are all ageing well. Great to see you all.
Don Martel
Clara Bjornseth Torgerson’s family
Reply from Luella Boardman Bjornseth (’49): Bottineau, ND
Hi Gary!
I don’t know how much of this information you want on the Torgersons but since they are Ralph’s cousins I thought I would let you know about them. Clara had 9 children : Arthur, Judith Thompson, Clemens, Verna Presnall,Viola Langhaug,Francis Venable, Thelma Emerson, Lillian Berg Schultz & Adeline Neilson. Adeline and Clem lived together at Oak Manor until Clem died in 2005 and Adeline still lives there. Viola and Verna were twins. Clara died in 1964. Lillian didn’t live at Oak Manor. Lillian married Alvin Berg in 1940. He died in 1952 and she married Reinhard Schultz in 1955. Lillian died May 10,2003 in a Bottineau Nursing Home. After Lillian died Reinhard moved into St. Andrews Hospital apartment and then to Grand Forks to an assisted living home until his death. Adeline is the only one of Clara’s children still living.
Happy New Year!!! The weather here has been wonderful for this time of the year. Today it got up to 40 degrees and tomorrow is supposed to be warmer. Some of our ice is melting off and we have just a little snow in the yard. It was so nice to have a Christmas when we didn’t have to worry about being snowed in like it was last year.
Luella, Thank you so much for this Torgerson family history. Until you mentioned that Ralph was a cousin to the Torgerson siblings I had no idea they were even related. Checking the Bottineau Centennial book, I see that Clara Torgerson was a Bjornseth, sister to Ralph’s dad Jacob and his brothers, Eric and Art. How well I’ve known these folks, the Bjornseth’s and the Torgerson’s, my entire life and did not know this relationship. I remember Art and Clem living with their mother Clara on the home place located about a mile north of Vinje Church. I remember dad telling me that Clem was living with Adeline in Bottineau too. In the latter years, not long before they departed this earth, Clem road with dad to church services up at the Lake. Dad and Clem were pretty close friends. Art and Clem never married.
Francis Atherton 1927- 2011

Francis Atherton, 84, Minot, ND, formerly of rural Dunseith, ND, died Friday, December 30, 2011, at Trinity Homes in Minot.

Francis Orville Atherton was born August 22, 1927, a son of Frank and Anna (Evenstad) Atherton, in Bottineau. He was raised on the farm northwest of Dunseith and educated Willow Lake Schools. He spent much of his life in the Turtle Mountains, where he loved to spend his time. He and his father moved to Dunseith in 1974, following the death of his mother. In 1984, they moved to Minot, where he was able to care for his father for several years.

In the late 1990s, he entered the Kenmare Baptist Home, where he resided until moving into Trinity Homes in Minot in 2005. He was a humble man and loved the care he received from the nursing staff.

He was a former member of Rendahl Lutheran Church, rural Dunseith, ND, where he was baptized and confirmed.

Surviving family includes: sisters, Mavis (Robert) Sandstrom, Minot, Alyce (Ted) Selfors, Minot; and many nieces, nephews and cousins.

Francis was preceded in death by his parents; and sisters, Mildred Langehaug and Norma Wilson; two nieces and a nephew.

Funeral: Thursday, January 5, 2012, at 10:00 a.m. at Trinity Homes Chapel, Minot. .

Rendahl Lutheran Cemetery, rural Dunseith, ND.

Thursday one hour prior to the service at Trinity Homes in Minot.

In lieu of flowers, memorials are preferred.

To sign the online guest register for Francis
To view the online guest register for Francis

Reply from Gary Metcalfe (‘(57): Forsyth, MO

Reply to Neola…Neola you missed a class act, Zike Bogus was better known as “pot licker”. He hung that moniker on most everyone he met. If Zike was sitting at the bar, and sometimes was, we knew not to touch him on the shoulder unless you were prepared to duck. He was town cop for awhile and he was lots of fun, kind of like Glen Weaver.


A Saturday winter day line up at your dad’s garage was Pete and Hank Schneider, Joe Spaeth, Adam Lang, my dad Jim Metcalfe. They enjoyed the stories of an earlier Dunseith time, and we had great stories. Ernest Tennecour worked for your dad for a long time. He usually worked at the till.


Aggie you sure gave Larry Hackman and Dick Johnson a run for their money with that story!! You should be a mystery writer. Keep them coming.

Gary Metcalfe


Follow up reply from Gary Metcalfe:

Reply to Neola…..Zike’s given name was Issadore Boguslawski. Your dad could fix a flat tire with a hammer and a pair of pliers quicker than anyone I have seen.

Gary Metcalfe

Reply with pictures
From Margaret Metcalfe Leonard (65): Rolette, ND

Hi Gary,

I love getting your pictures; they really speak way more than words!

Looks like a good time was had on NYE!


I have attached a wedding picture of my son Chris and Lisa who

were married in November! I was just thrilled beyond words. Lisa

has a little 6 year old son named Shamas so that makes me a Grandma!

What fun!!


The second picture is of my daughter, Nikki and her husband Keith.

They live on a ranch north of Towner so I sneak away and stay with

them in their beautiful new home where the neighbors ride over on

horseback for a visit or game of pinocle and the coffee is always on.


Picture identification:

Chris and Lisa Kramer Leonard

&Nikki and Keith Medalen.
Nikki and Keith Medalen
Main Street
Reply from Dick Johnson (’68): Dunseith, ND
Gary and Friends,

We’re getting closer to the correct information every day! It
only makes sense to me that Gary Metcalfe has it right when he says
Clarence Schultz and Eldon Hiatt owned the store and sold it to Joe
Morinville. The same two families, Schultz and Hiatt, moved to
Donnybrook, ND and ran a grocery store together there after they left
Dunseith. Eldon Hiatt left Donnybrook and went to Renton, WA, but
Clarence and Amanda Schultz stayed in Donnybrook and ran the store for
many years. I think they retired from that store. Amanda passed away
within the last year .

The little building between the Red Owl and the Snow White Bakery
was listed as Halvorson’s Bar. I remember it as being Alfie Dion’s shoe
shop in later years. Also, in Lloyd’s post he says ‘Z.’ Boguslawski
which I think is Isadore ‘Zike’ Boguslawski who did lots of jobs in
town. He bought scrap iron and batteries at the old Great Plains,
behind the bank, and for quite a while served as the town cop. He could
be seen in the night out cruising the back streets in his pink and white
’57 Chevy. As we talked about before, he nearly lost his life on one
such night in the 60s.

I really have to apologize for not proof reading yesterday’s
message that I sent. I was in a hurry and didn’t read it for mistakes.
Sorry. Anna Fish would have made me do it over! Thanks Gary!


San Haven Picture
Reply from Marge Longie Langan-Wilcox (’56): Vancouver, WA

My mother Urusla Longie worked for Beanie Vanorny and was also a surgical nurse for Dr. Loeb.


I also worked under Beanie in the lab as a dish washer for a short time.


I also worked in the kitchen for awhile.


Marge Langan-Wilcox

San Haven Picture

Reply Debbie Gunville Champagne (’76): Dunseith, ND
Reply to Lola Metcalfe Vanorny, the short lady infront with the uniform is
Vivian (Champagne) Poitra, she was married to Albert Poitra.
Folks, The lady to the left of the clock Peeking between Beanie Vanorny and Barbara Schlatt is the only one not identified in this photo.

Everett Olson, Ruby Olson, Andy Sands,Oscar Thone,Red Pearson, Grace Frovarp (nurse),Bennie Frovarp, Vivian Champagne Poitra (nurse), Pete Link behind the nurses, Muriel Mcdermott Rowe (nurse),Mary Louise (Hills) Dowling (nurse), Bernice ‘Beanie’ Vanorny (nurse), lady peeking between Beanine & Barbara,Barbara Schlatt (head covering bottom of the clock), Edna Mohagen in black and white dress,Marge Lillico – (short lady with gray hair in a black suit), Maxine Magnuson behind Margie Lillico, Eva Morin, Arlene Sands in beige jumper with white top, Eva Trafford in white, Mrs. Paul Decoteau, Stanley Dowling,John Gillis, Dan Kalk

Posting of day
Posted byLuella Boardman Bjornseth (’49): Bottineau, ND
Medical Alert: Worse than bedbugs!!

What is a calorie?

Calories are the little buggers that get into your wardrobe
night and sew your clothes tighter…




Mrs Berg the Piano player – Reply to Lloyd Awalt’s posting yesterday
From Doreen Larson Moran (BHS ’61):Usk, WA & Hazelton, ND

The Mrs Berg who played piano would have been Lillian Torgerson Berg Schultz. Reinhold Schultz. Maybe Neola will have more information. Last I knew Lillian was a resident of Oak Manor in Bottineau. You would probably remember her brothers Clem and Arthur Torgerson. Three of their sisters were Thelma Emerson, Judith Thompson, Velma Wall ………Their mother, Clara lived on the “home place” until she died. They lived about a mile north of the Vinge Church in Homen Township.


Thank you for all your efforts in the Blog. It is great for keeping memories alive. Have a Happy, Healthy and Prosperous New Year. Doreen Larson Moran BHS ’61.

Doreen, I didn’t know Lillian, but I sure knew Art, Clem and their sister Thelma. They attended church services, most every Sunday, at Salem and Vinje in the summer months and Nordland in the winter months. We used to drive by their home place on our way to Vinje. Art and Clem used to be at a few of the Petterson gathers we had too. The last time I saw Art was at my Aunt Olga’s house at her birthday party. That, as I remember, would have been on July 3rd. Thank you Doreen for the memories. Gary
New Years Eve & 20th anniversary celebration
Reply from Allen Richard (’65): Midland, MI

Spend our 20th anniversary—- New Years Eve— We were up at 6:30– on the job at 8:00 am and finally turned out the lights at 3:00 am—



Susan is a member of the planning committee, and of course I was “voluntered.” The committee worked on this for 13 months. The 3500 tickets to the “over 21” area were sold out just after Christmas. The total crowd was estimated to be 10,000 —- in a 4 block area of Midland’s Main Street.


The crowning event war the midnight ball drop. The ball is 8 ft in diameter and cost $40,000 to design and build. (The Times Square ball is 12 ft in diameter) It is computer controlled to be in time with the music on the center stage.


Not bad for a town of 45,000 people.



Allen Richard
Happy anniversary Allen and to Susan for a job well accomplished too. Gary
Marlan Oustad Passed Away
Message from Sybil Johnson: Chippewa Falls, Wisconsin
Heard sad news this past weekend. Marlan Oustad passed away at her daughter’s home, LuAnn Burtsch, where she had been living. Marlan was married to Harlan
Oustad, who passed away in the 1980’s. He was the son of Ida Oustad, who was the sister to Bernice Johnson, who was married to Axel Johnson (“Pa”).

HAPPY NEW YEAR, everyone,
Sybil Johnson

Dunseith Businesses
Reply from Gary Metcalfe (’57): Forsyth, MO

Hello Gary and All,


Reply to Dick Johnson….Dick as I recall the Confectionary was the next door south of the theater. Twelve cents per ticket at the theater. Art Seim was the proprietor. A little further down the sidewalk was Leonard’s Cafe. I could be wrong, but I think it was called the Peace Garden Cafe. Bonnie Poepell had it when I was in high school.


Yes, Clarence Schultz and Eldon Hiatt were partners before Joe Morinville had the store across from the corner garage.


I am thinking Vern Gagnier, Herb’s brother, was in business in Dunseith about that time frame of ’47 to ’56. Gary Metcalfe

Dunseith Businesses
Question from Neola Kofoid Garbe: Bottineau & Minot, ND

Hi Fellows (Dick Johnson & Lloyd Awalt),


I have a question about this paragraph, please. :)


I’m quite sure Statheim and Woodford had the bar/bowling alley when Dad was in Dunseith (1953-60?). My question is, “When did Arnold Lilleby own the Corner Garage? Also, when did Clarence Schultz/Albert Halvorson own Corner Garage. I’m quite sure that’s who Dad bought it from in 1953, or so. Is Z. Boguslawski “Zeke Boguslawski”? I don’t know if there was a Zeke Boguslawski so I’m guessing at this name. Was it Pete Boguslawski who worked for Dad (in the office part) for awhile? I can’t remember if he was paid, or just helped out.


Thanks to all of you! I find all of this very informational/interesting. :)



Lloyd Awalt’s reply
Arnold Lilleby started the Bowling Alley & Bar where Oscar Statheim & Harold Woodford had. Z. Boguslawski had the Corner Garage after Arnold Lilleby.

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

Lloyd has the Billy Wright store owners right but I think it’s
the other way around with the owners. The Dunseith Journal entry in ’47
has Billy selling it to grandpa Henry and I think they sold it later to
Avlin and Lillian Berg or Clarence and Amanda Schultz. This is all
family as Alvin Berg is a nephew and Amanda is his sister so it’s ‘all
in the family’. I have a few pictures and a copy of the Journal entry I
will attach. The broken windows were from the big hail storm in ’43. I
took out most of the windows in every sore on the east side of Main
Street, according to people who were there at that time. Thanks Gary!


San Haven Photo
Reply from Lola Metcalfe Vanorny (68): lrvanorny@nd.gov Dunseith, ND
I think you got it all right- I will run it past Jay tonight- the ladies in uniform were Grace Frovarp , Vivian Poitra Keplin in front- Muriel McDermott Rowe head nurse, and” Beanie” Jay’s Mom—She was the Head of the Lab- the tall lady in the back in uniform was Mary Louise Dowling.  

These people were very dear to us – when Jay and I went to work at the San in the late 60’s they all treated us like their own kids- we were the “babies” of the place LOL!! – so many many years ago –so many good memories!! most of them were still there at that time- — and all retired with in the next few years– –


When Jason was born in 1971 – Harvey Hoffman sent home a pie from the bakery- there were little treats from every department almost –knitted hats and sweaters etc etc– the ladies in the laundry had him bring his clothes to wash for him – remember in those days the mama and baby stayed in the hospital for almost a week!- LOL!

– Jay and born and raised at San Haven – yes his mother was a patient when he was born- so he grew up with this as his extended family –


A wonderful bunch of people- !-Lola


San Haven Photo
Reply Karen Loeb Mhyre (’65): Bellevue, WA.
The short lady on the dark suit is definitely Marge Lillico. She was the secretary (not sure of her title) all the years when my dad was superintendent. I sure miss my mom when I see this photo. I know she would be able to identify the nurses. Dad trained my mother to give the anesthesia for all the surgical procedures they did in the surgery when he worked there.
Another surgery nurse who worked at the San that resembled the nurse in front right was Lucille Sullivan (my mother called her “Sully”}. She married and moved to Grand Forks in about 1957 or 8. Our family moved to Minneapolis in June of 1958. My brother Tom was born at home on March 22, 1956. Mom had worked all day on the 21st giving anesthesia. When she had one pain during the night, Tom was born. Dad called “Mac”(Muriel MacDermott) and she came down to the house and took care of Tom. Then dad went up to the hospital and brought back surgical packs, IV solutions, and what other supplies he thought he should have had on hand for the “emergency”. Mom always said it was the only time in her life that she saw my dad not know exactly what to do in any situation!!!!

Karen Loeb Mhyre

Of the five Nurses in front, the tall lady behind is not yet identified. Also the peeking lady to the left of the clock is not yet identified. We are close. You guys are doing well and I will have to say we have been getting a lot of good camaraderie from this photo too.

Everett Olson, Ruby Olson, Andy Sands, Oscar Thone, Red Pearson, Grace Frovarp (nurse), Bennie Frovarp, Murile McDermeott (nurse), Pete Link behind the nurses, Mary Lou (Hills) Dowling (nurse), Nurse, Bernice ‘Beanie’ Vanorny (nurse), lady peeking between Beanine & Barbara, Barbara Schlatt (head covering bottom of the clock), Edna Mohagen in black and white dress, Marge Lillico – (short lady with gray hair in a black suit), Maxine Magnuson behind Margie Lillico, Eva Morin, Arlene Sands in beige jumper with white top, Eva Trafford in white, Mrs. Paul Decoteau, Stanley Dowling, John Gillis, Dan Kalk


NYE at the Cebu Marco Polo Grand Ball Room
Rose Hohl (Art Hagen), Gary and Bernadette Stokes
Bernadette, Rose, Gary, Evelyn & Michael
Happy Birthday to our daughter Sheryl Stokes Wingate: Bremerton, WA
Happy Birthday Gwen Struck Dumas (DHS ’68): Havre, MT
Bedard Photo
From Don Lamoureux (’75): Bethel, MN

Thanks for the birthday greeting, Gary. This is one of those years I had to recover from New Years. I attached a picture I found, when we were cleaning out my grandmother Hope Bedard’s house after her funeral. Lucien, “Grandpa John”, Hannah and John Bedard.


Don Lamoureux (75)
Lucien, Grandpa John, Hannah and John Bedard
Dunseith Businesses
Reply from Lloyd Awalt (44): Bottineau, ND


Dick the first one to own it from Billy was Bergs from Bottineau . I can’t think of her first name but she played the piano for your dad and I when we were singing at different placers.her husband was killed in a ca accident and she married a Schultz from Bottineau.

Herb Gagner was the owner of the Rec. Hall. Floyd Nelson had a barber Shop when the Gateway Cafe was where Halverson’s Bar was between the Red Owl and Bakery Shop. Ernest Horsman built the Bakery then Jack Flynn had it. Herman Martinson got it from Jack. Arnold Lilleby started the Bowling Alley & Bar where Oscar Statheim & Harold Woodford had. Z. Boguslawski had the Corner Garage after Arnold Lilleby.

Being Beat up by a 70 something year old lady
Story from Aggie Casavant (69): Fort Mill, SC

With the New Year off to a great start, I woke up at 3:A.M this morning fully rested. After building a fire in the fireplace,and settled in with a hot cup of coffee, my thoughts turned to what I would like to accomplish this New Year. One thought that came to me,was something my Mom said to me one time. She said,”Aggie don’t ever make a promise you can’t keep, Cuz a promise made is a debt unpaid,and it’s a cloud hanging over your head til you make it right”…So I guess it’s time to try one more time….with my “Texarkana Story” (how I came to getting beat up by a 70 something year old women, on my way to be a Nanny in Houston Texas…..Sooooooo here it goes…..


As I settled back in my seat on a Greyhound Bus leaving Bismarck in the early morning hours, I felt an excitement about my new adventure. As we pulled out of Bismarck,headed for Fargo, I was a bit surprised how smooth and quiet those buses rode…this was the first of approx. 30 trips I was to take on Greyhound throughout my life,and never lacked for a wild and crazy story at the end of each trip.


My first layover was in Fargo,where I made connections and headed south,for my 2 1/2 day trip to Houston. As we pulled into this Burger King somewhere in S.Dakota sometime in the after noon, the bus driver announced we had a 30min lunch break,and made it “unmistakenly” clear that if you were not back on the bus at the end of 30 minutes you were going to be left…plain and simple. As we all sat on the curb outside the bus eating our lunch, I noticed a guy in his early 30’s with this tall thin elderly lady that appeared to be in her mid-70’s and a bit confused at times. I remember thinking to myself as I watched the interaction between the two, how nice it was for a young guy to be so attentive to his Grandma. As we stood in line to re-board I gave him a smile of encouragement as he helped his Grandma unto the bus. As the days and hours rolled along,and at every lay over, and every stop, I would see this same guy with his Grandma,and with each new stop, she seemed to be getting more tired,and more confused,and always hungary. For some reason I noticed that at each stop, no matter how large the bus terminal, the guy and his Grandma seemed to find me,and each time I would smile at the guy, he would smile back and shrug his shoulders.


After another lay over,and another sunrise, I settled back in my seat,and as the bus rolled on mile after mile, city after city, a re-newed excitement came over me as I looked out the bus window and saw a big sign that said,”Welcome To Texarkana”. I wasn’t real sure how many more miles it was to Houston,all I knew that I was on that bus for a couple days,and any town with a part of the name “Texas” in it was a welcome sight. As we pulled into the bus terminal in Texarkana, the driver announced for everyone to take all their belongings off the bus,because this was a “clean and gas up bus stop”, and anything left on the bus would either get thrown out or stolen…and that he wasn’t responsible for either.I thought to my self, “WoW I guess our traveling Grandma isn’t the only one getting all tired and cranky. Our lay over in Texarkana was 1 1/2 hours.


As I stood in the re-boarding line,for the bus to Dallas,then unto Houston, I was lost in my own thoughts when I felt this tap on my shoulder. As I turned to see who was trying to get my attention, there stood the guy and his Grandma. “Hi he said, I heard you tell the driver you were going to Houston? “Yah” I am I replied, He said, “Well I change buses here,and I was wondering if you you could look after her. I was a bit stunned,and without thinking, I asked,”Well why aren’t you taking her with you? He said, “Cuz I don’t know who she is”…I just looked at him and said,”You don’t know who she is??? He kinda started laughing,and said,”No,really I don’t… I said, Why are you laughing ? He said,”It was just the look on your face,when I said I don’t know who she is…then he went on to say,”Let me explain, He said” I got on the bus in Grand Forks N.Dakota. The bus was crowded so I sat with her,and from there I was just kinda taking care of her cuz she kept following me around asking me to help her,and seemed confused”. He went on to say,” I asked the driver about her and he said that she got on the bus somewhere up in Canada and is on her way to Del Rio Texas.He said,” I saw you in the bus depot in Fargo,and from your accent you have to be from N.Dakota,so I feel she would be safe with you. I said,”O.K. I can watch her as far as Houston. He said, “There is something you need to know….”Huh? what now? He said,”See that big bulge in her coat pocket? I cut him off right there, I said”Man your not gonna tell me she’s carrying a gun? No, No, he said,reaching out and touching my arm,and half laughing. He said”She has a roll of Canadian money about the size of a cup saucer in her pocket,and I’m worried as she gets into these bigger bus terminals she’s gonna get robbed. O.K I said..I got it. With that settled he waved and wished me the best as he ran to catch his bus. As I stood in line a bit dazed by the events that just happened, I watched the thin pale confused elderly lady as she rummaged thru her bag. As I was looking at her I noticed that under her long tan coat that she was wearing only a night gown and bedroom slippers on her feet. I thought to myself, “How in the world did this elderly lady get this far without someone noticing something isn’t right here.” As the announcement came over the P.A. system what gates were loading, I noticed it didn’t even seem to register with her when they said Del Rio Texas, so I approached her and said, “The bus to Del Rio will be boarding shortly so come with me and I’ll help you get to Del Rio. As we stood in line for a few minutes, she looked at me with these “beady blue eyes and said almost angrily, “Are you gonna kidnap me? I mumbled,almost wearily already, no that’s not in the plans…She started yelling”Your going to kidnap me and my plants ? WoW I thought to myself what did I go get myself into…


As we boarded the bus, I sat her in the seat directly behind the driver,taking the seat directly across from her. As the driver got on the bus and finished his head count, he looked down and smiled at me and winked,and said,”So you gonna take good care of the mystery lady? I said, “Yeah I’ll do my best,but if she was such a mystery to all the drivers,why did you all let her come this far…cuz something ain’t right. He said,” All I do is drive the bus,and if they have a ticket…they ride! I said, Well just remember she’s your responsibility first and mine second. He kinda laughed and said, Yep gotcha! As the bus pulled out of the bus depot,we didn’t get but 4 blocks down before she started saying she was hungary,I gave her some of my snacks which seemed to quiet her. As the bus rolled on down the highway it began to get dark,and she began to get tired and cranky, so I gave her my blanket and pillow.As I glanced over at her she was sound asleep. Thank God! I thought to myself,maybe I can get some sleep. So I layed across my two seats with my head on the hard arm rest wishing I had my pillow… I’m not sure how long I had been sleeping when all of a sudden I was awaken with cussing and swearing coming from the back of the bus,and the bus driver yelling at me,”Go get her! She’s gonna wake up this whole________bus! As I stumbled to the back of the bus,half asleep and confused, I saw this man fending her off as she was swinging at him. As I took her by the arm, the guy yelled at me and said,”You need to take care of your__ __ mother. Yeah I will I said, knowing I wasn’t about to get into a war of words,with some stranger,in the middle of the night somewhere in Texas, as to who’s mother she was or wasn’t. As I got her settled back in her seat,and she looked calm, I put my seat back….not meaning to fall asleep…but I did…….Again I don’t know how long I was asleep,only to be awaken,by a mans voice yelling,”Get her off me!!! Get her off me!!!and the bus going all over the road,and a womens voice yelling,”Stop this bus your not going to kidnap me,and poison me with your crackers. As I sat up, I could see she was completely on top of the driver just hitting him. As I jumped to my feet half asleep,and trying to stay standing with the bus swerving all over the road, I (not so gently )grabbed her from the back by her coat trying to pull her off the driver. Just then she swung around and shoved me hard,knocking me down between the front seat and the divider to the steps,jumped on top of me,punching,scratching,and pulling my hair. The next thing I remember was the bus was stopped and the driver pulling her off me. He was yelling,”I’m throwing her off the bus right here! I said, you can’t throw a 70 year old women off the bus in the middle of the night in the middle of no where! The driver said,”This is my bus I can do what I want! Pretty soon a voice came from the back of the bus that yelled”If she can’t control her mother, throw them both off so we can get some sleep!!! I just had it by then and yelled, “This isn’t my mother, my Moms in North Dakota asleep in bed for crying out loud!!! Then I turned to the driver and said,”Just settle down! I know we can’t take her much further,but lets just stop at the next town and bring her to the police station and let them figure it out. With that said, He seemed to be O.K. with it. Then kinda laughing he said, “Do you think you can stay awake til then? As we pulled up to the police station,she looked at me and asked,where are we? I said,”Were at a Motel…were gonna get you a room and some food…With that said, the police officer came on the bus and took her…I wish to this day I would of got the name of the town…cuz I always wondered what the real story was on her. Did she really have family waiting for her in Del Rio….or did she walk away from a nursing home somewhere in Canada in search of a memory she had about Del Rio Texas…I guess I’ll never know…but I’ll always remember and wonder… Thanks Gary….Aggie

San Haven Photo
Reply from Jean Nicholas Miller (66): Glendale, AZ


Regarding the San Haven picture: the nurse next to Grace Frovarp is Muriel McDermott and the nurse in front of the nurses(short with glasses) is Vivian Poitra.. Does anyone know when this was taken? My parents both worked at the San but aren’t in the picture.

Thanks Jean,
We actually have 2 unknowns and one multiple choice, marked in red, yet to identify in this photo

Everett Olson, Ruby Olson, Andy Sands, Oscar Thone, Red Pearson, Grace Frovarp (nurse), Bennie Frovarp, Murile McDermeott (nurse), Pete Link behind the nurses, Mary Lou (Hills) Dowling (nurse), Nurse, Bernice ‘Beanie’ Vanorny (nurse), lady peeking between Beanine & Barbara, Barbara Schlatt (head covering bottom of the clock), Edna Mohagen in black and white dress, Marge Lillico or Vivian Poitra – (short lady with gray hair in a black suit), Maxine Magnuson behind Margie Lillico, Eva Morin, Arlene Sands in beige jumper with white top, Eva Trafford in white, Mrs. Paul Decoteau, Stanley Dowling, John Gillis, Dan Kalk
Posted by Neola Kofoid Garbe: Minot & Bottineau, ND


Reply to yesterdays Posting
From Erling Landsverk (’44): King, WI.

Hi Gary and Everyone:


I nearly fell off my chair laughing at the list of paranoic comments from Mike and Sandra, of Elk River. That list could serve as a testimony to misrepresented claims. I suppose it could be

taken as a satire, but I don’t think it was meant in that way. Do you?


At any rate it sure amounted to a lot of fun to greet 2012.

Reply to yesterdays Posting

From from Connie Fauske Monte (’62): Fort Myers FL
Loved the daily posting from Mike and Sandra. I’ve read this before, but still get the biggest charge out of it. It is true, there are a lot of things mentioned on there that make me think twice about doing them. I want to wish everyone a wonderful and the happiest of New Years.
Address in Bottineau
Reply from Lloyd Awalt (’44): Bottineau, ND

Hi Gary Yes we are about a half a block north of Marie Parrill they built knew apartments at the north end of jay St.. and we are in one of them. 495 Jay St. Marie is 506 jay St. Happy New Year Lloyd
Dunseith Main Street
Reply from Dick Johnson (’68): Dunseith, ND
Gary and Friends,

Lloyd did well on his listing of businesses. The Billy Wright
store that was where Wayne’s Food Pride is now was sold by Billy Wright
to my grandpa Henry Olson in 1947. He only owned it for a short time,
according to my aunt, and then sold it. There is some question of who
bought it but we think it may have been Clarence and Amanda Schultz.
Amanda is a niece to my grandparents. I think Joe Morinville bought it
next and it seems to me there was a fire in the upstairs apartment later
and it was bad enough that the building was torn down. Joe then moved
his store to a building just north of Said (Sy) Kadry’s pool hall where
he ran it for many years. My grandma Myrtle Olson was employed by Joe
for several years and I helped on days off from school carrying bags out
for customers. I wasn’t an employee, just helped Grandma so she didn’t
have to do all the carrying. This is just my recollection and is open to
correction by anyone who remembers for sure. The other question about
the businesses was the first name of the Gagner who ran the Rec Hall
where Hassan Murray lived upstairs. I am pretty sure it was Herbie
Gagner. There used to be a sign on the north wall of the building and I
remember asking my dad about it and he told me who used to run it. It
was before my time but the sign was still there when I was younger.

On the subject of carrying groceries out, there was a little old
lady from Overly named Verda Garver who always came to Joe’s Store on
Saturdays for her weekly groceries. I waited for her to come because
she drove a little ’46 Ford coupe that was Mandarin Maroon and looked
like new. I just loved that little car and would always take my time
putting the groceries in it so I could look it over good. She had a
small dog that rode on the parcel shelf in the back window. This was a
business coupe without a back seat which made it even more cool to me.
I always wondered what ever became of her car and then one time at one
of our car shows at the Peace Garden one showed up that was just like
it. I talked with the owner and told him I knew of one years ago that
was just like his car and belonged to a little old lady from Overly
named Verda Garver. He just grinned at me and said, “This is Verda’s
car.” I think he said he was a banker from Fessenden but I’ve never
followed up on the car. Just more old memories I thought people might
enjoy. Thanks Gary!


Posting from Neola Kofoid Garbe: Minot & Bottineau, ND
Jim Berube (’67) Retires






San Haven Picture

Reply from Mona Dionne Johnson (48): Bottineau, ND


Re: San Pic – That is Oscar Thone (Nels Holman was not an employee at that time) Muriel McDermott was a nurse – Director of Nurses, Vivian Champagne was a nurses aide, Mary Lou Hills Dowling was also a nurses aide – I worked with all of them.

Mona Johnson

Thank you Mona,
You guys have nearly nailed this one. Only one nurse yet to identify. I feel confident that someone will recognize her too.

Everett Olson, Ruby Olson, Andy Sands, Oscar Thone, Red Pearson, Grace Frovarp (nurse), Bennie Frovarp, Murile McDermeott (nurse), Pete Link behind the nurses, Mary Lou (Hills) Dowling (nurse), Nurse, Bernice ‘Beanie’ Vanorny (nurse), lady peeking between Beanine & Barbara, Barbara Schlatt (head covering bottom of the clock), Edna Mohagen in black and white dress, Marge Lillico – (short lady with gray hair in a black suit), Maxine Magnuson behind Margie Lillico, Eva Morin, Arlene Sands in beige jumper with white top, Eva Morin Trafford in white, Mrs. Paul Decoteau, Stanley Dowling, John Gillis, Dan Kalk


Happy Birthday Deb Striker Kubela (DHS ’74): Wahpeton, ND


Happy New Year Wishes

From Rhnonda Hiatt (’75): Battle Ground, WA


Hi Gary,


Just wanted to wish everyone a Very Safe and Healthy New Year in 2012.


Rhonda Hiatt (75)


Happy New Year Wishes

From Mike and Sandra (’62) Zeiler Vandal: Elk River, MN


Haven’t sent many messages this year. Wanted you to know that we enjoy the emails and everything that you do for the blog. Have a Happy New Year! and wishing all the bloggers the very best.


God Bless,


Sandy and Mike




Dunseith Businesses

Correcton from Lloyd Awalt (’44): Bottineau, ND



Heard from Floyd Dion & Erling Landsverk & I have some names in the wrong places, Charlie Watkins Lumber Yard North of town, Charlie Wright’s Cream Station. Ray Wilson Judge , Ray Murry started the creamery in 1934? The building Erling was talking about second hand store, later became a Rec Hall and lunch counter by Gagner. Can’t remember his first name. Billy Wright had a store , I’m not sure but wasn’t that built after the Dunseith Journal burnt down. Later on a couple from Bottineau had it, could be wrong. Later years Joe Morinville had it.


Lloyd, Someone brought it to my attention that you are now living very near Marie Parrill over there on the east side of town. Thurman and Marie Parrill are my god parents. My Brother Darrel and his wife Debby live close by there too. Gary
Casavant Chevy

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

Aggie, you are right! The ’42 Chevy below the Standard sign is
the same body style as the ’46-’48 Chevy coupe that you and your
siblings were in when you hit Shan Vrem’s cow. You get an ‘A’ on old
cars. Chevrolet was just getting back into production after the war and
didn’t change much but the grille and some trim through the ’48 model
year. During the war, very few cars were produced as the companies all
joined in the war effort building equipment for the military. In ’49,
most US auto manufacturers came out with a completely new body style.
Thanks Aggie and Gary!



San Haven Photo ID’s

Reply Mona Dionne Johnson (’48): Bottineau, ND
Re: San Haven Pic
The lady in white standing next to Stanley Dowling and appears between Arline Sand and Mrs. Amelia Decoteau is to my memory – Eva Trafford who was a cook and later headed the Refectory Kitchen. I worked with her. I also worked with Oscar Thone.
Mona Johnson
Mona, That was my mistake. I thought this was the lady that Alan Poitra identified has his great Aunt, Eva Morins. With Dick’s posting below I see my mistake. Thanks, Gary
Posted by Neola Kofoid Garbe: Bottineau & Minot, ND
San Haven Photo ID’s
Reply from Dick Johnson (’68): Dunseith, ND

One more thing to get closer to done on the picture. Front row,
right side–L-R– Eva Morin, Arlene Sands, Eva ‘Trafford’. We had her
right before so it’s just a typo. Also the first nurse on the left I
believe is Grace Frovarp. The next nurse I am not sure of. Thanks.


Thanks Dick,
I kind of hosed this up a little, but it is all straightened out now.
We’ve nearly got this one nailed. Only those listed in Red are left.

Everett Olson, Ruby Olson, Andy Sands, Nels Holman? or Oscar Thone?, Red Pearson, Grace Frovarp (nurse), Bennie Frovarp, Murile McDermeott? (nurse) or Vivian Poitra (Champagen) (nurse), Pete Link behind the nurses, Mary Lou (Hills) Dowling (nurse), Nurse, Bernice ‘Beanie’ Vanorny (nurse), lady peeking between Beanine & Barbara, Barbara Schlatt (head covering bottom of the clock), Edna Mohagen in black and white dress, Marge Lillico – (short lady with gray hair in a black suit), Maxine Magnuson behind Margie Lillico, Eva Morin, Arlene Sands in beige jumper with white top, Eva Morin Trafford in white, Mrs. Paul Decoteau, Stanley Dowling, John Gillis, Dan Kalk



Posted by Neola Kofoid Garbe: Bottineau & Minot, ND

Daily Posting

From Mike and Sandra (’62) Zeiler Vandal: Elk River, MN
Asweprogress through to the end of 2011, I want to thank you for your educational e-mails over the past year. I am totally screwed up now and have little chance of recovery.

I can no longer open a bathroom doorwithout using a paper towel, nor let the waitress put lemon slices in my ice water without worrying about the bacteria on the lemon peel.

I can’t sit down on a hotel bedspreadbecause I can only imagine what has happened on it since it was last washed.

I have trouble shaking handswith someone who has been driving because the number one pastime while driving alone is picking one’s nose.

Eating a little snack sends me on a guilt trip becauseI can only imagine how many gallons of trans fats I have consumed over the years.

I can’t touch any woman’s handbagfor fear she has placed it on the floor of a public toilet.

I MUST SEND MY SPECIAL THANKSfor the email about rat poo in the glue on envelopes because I now have to use a wet sponge with every envelope that needs sealing.

ALSO,now I have to scrub the top of every can I open for the same reason.

I can’t have a drink in a barbecause I fear I’ll wake up in a bathtub full of ice with my kidneys gone.

I can’t eat at KFCbecause their chickens are actually horrible mutant freaks with no eyes, feet or feathers.

I can’t use cancer-causing deodorantseven though I smell like a water buffalo on a hot day.

THANKS TO YOUI have learned that my prayers only get answered if I forward an e-mail to seven of my friends and make a wish within five minutes.

BECAUSE OF YOUR CONCERN,I no longer drink Coca Cola because it can remove toilet stains.

I no longer buyfuel without taking someone along to watch the car, so a serial killer doesn’t crawl in my back seat when I’m filling up.

I no longer use Cling Wrapin the microwave because it causes seven different types of cancer.

AND THANKS FOR LETTING ME KNOWI can’t boil a cup of water in the microwave anymore because it will blow up in my face, disfiguring me for life.

I no longer go to the cinema
because I could be pricked with a needle infected with AIDS when I sit down.

I no longer go to shopping centers
because someone will drug me with a perfume sample and rob me.

AndI no longer answer the phone becausesomeone will ask me to dial a number for which I will get a huge phone bill with calls toJamaica,Uganda,SingaporeandUzbekistan.

THANKS TO YOUI can’t use anyone’s toilet but mine because a big black snake could be lurking under the seat and cause me instant death when it bites my butt.

AND THANKS TO YOUR GREAT ADVICEI can’t ever pick up a dime coin dropped in the car park because it was probably placed there by a sex molester waiting to grab me as I bend over.

I can’t do any gardeningbecause I’m afraid I’ll get bitten by the Violin Spider and my hand will fall off.

If you don’t send this e-mail to at least 144,000 people in the next 70 minutes, a large dove with diarrhea will land on your head at 5:00 p.m. tomorrow afternoon, and the fleas from 120 camels will infest your back, causing you to grow a hairy hump. I know this will occur because it actually happened to a friend of my next door neighbor�s ex mother-in-law’s second husband’s cousin’s best friend’s beautician . .

Oh, and by the way…..

A German scientist fromArgentina, after a lengthy study, has discovered that people with insufficient brain activity read their e-mails with their hand on the mouse.

Don’t bother taking it off now, it’s too late.

P. S.I now keep my toothbrush in the living room, because I was told by e-mail that water splashes over 6 ft. out of the toilet.