8/31/2012 (1584)

Lorie Hiatt & Neola meet at Wal-Mart 
Picture/message from Neola Kofoid Garbe:  Bottineau & Minot, ND
I actually made it to Wal-Mart the other night.  When I was ready to check out, the lady behind the counter resembled Marlys Hiatt so much, but I was quite sure it wasn’t Marlys.  When I got up to the counter, this lady said, “Hi, Neola.”  Now I was really stymied.  I asked if she was Marlys, but also said I didn’t think so.  She laughed and said she was Lauri/Lori (I think) Hiatt, Marlys’ younger sister.  Think she said she was the youngest in the family/really seemed to enjoy that fact. LOL!  We had a good visit while I was checking out.  She knew me, of course, because of your newsletter.  Think she said something about waiting to see what I’d write for/in your blog.
Lorie, I didn’t see much of you in 1978, but I am pretty sure this is you. In this photo you very much resemble your mother Irene too and this would have been your 16th birthday
I also remember well the day you were born on July 27, 1962. We, the Mountaineers 4-H club, were in Minot that day taking in 4-H days at the the fair. We hired Fugere/Hill to take us to minot in one of their buses. Johnny Hill was our driver. Your brother Jim calculated that we were in Rugby, on our way back home, when you were born. So we remember that historic day well. You know when I left the area in 1966, at the age of 4, you were just a youngster.
News paper articles
Posted by Neola Kofoid Garbe: Bottineau & Minot, ND
Mildred Boppre Overby Prouty
(October 30, 1921 – August 23, 2012)


Funeral services for Mildred Prouty, age 90 of Dunseith, were held on Wednesday, August 29, 2012 at 11:00 A.M. in the St. John Community Center. Cremation will take place after the service. Officiating at the service was the Reverend Rick Craig. Special music was provided by the St. John Communal Choir. Casket bearers were Karrie Dotson, Kay Lee Haas, Amy Hass, Vickie Odegaard, Jerri Peterson, Danielle Stewart, Jodi Prouty and Nicki LaVallie.

Mildred Prouty, a daughter of John and Annie (Nie) Boppre, was born on October 30, 1921 at St. John. She was reared and educated in the area. On September 30, 1940 she was married to Everett Overby at St. John. They moved to Hansboro for a time. He passed away on January 5, 1963. On November 17, 1964 she was married to Everett Prouty at Williston. He passed away on March 21, 2007. Mildred has continued to make St. John her home since.

She enjoyed her grandchildren, great-grandchildren and great-great-grandchildren. Mildred also loved to garden and raise flowers. She would watch birds and television. Mildred enjoyed making quilts for all of her grandchildren.

Mildred passed away on Wednesday, August 22, 2012 in a Rolla hospital.

She is survived by daughters, Carol (Lowell) Davis of Souris, Kay (Bob) Leonard of St. John, Gail (Robert) Belisle of Maxbass, Kathie (Laverne) Prouty of St. John and Deb (Steve) Baker of Minot; sons, Jerry (Patsy) Overby of Dunseith, Ed (Lu) Overby of Rolla, John (Bev) Overby of Mylo and Duane Overby of Williston; sons-in-law Doug Stewart of St. John and Richard (Mary) Odegaard of Williston; 46 grandchildren; 82 great-grandchildren; 17 great-great-grandchildren; a brother, Roy (Chris) Boppre of Portland, OR; sisters-in-law, Eloise Boppre of Bottineau and Grace Prouty of St. John.

Mildred was preceded in death by her parents, husbands, brothers, Clarence, Henry, Donald and Bill; daughters, Claire Ann and Ellen; sons, Everett; daughter-in-law, Jean Overby; grandchildren, Kevin Davis, Everett Overby and Everett Davis.



8/30/2012 (1583)

Stubby and Elwood,
This Sunday is a very special day for you guys. I only wish there wasn’t 10,000 miles of Pacific Ocean between us, so that we could attend. Reading between the lines, Stubby, I believe your sister Florence Dahl from Anchorage, Alaska will be making it to Bottineau too, to help you guys celebrate this special occasion.
70 years is a lot of years. I have know you guys my entire life too. You were wonderful neighbors and very close family friends.
Take care and enjoy your special day with all of your family and friends.
Gary & Bernadette. 
Elwood and Eleanore Fauske’s 70th Wedding Anniversary
  Fauske family in about 1960
  Front: Eleonore, Arlinda, Beth, Brian & Elwood – Back: Carrole, Russell & Connie
Happy Birthday Dennis Espe (DHS ’56 & Teacher): Dunseith, ND
Jerry Charlebois,(Michael Forest story posted yeserday by Larry Hackman (’66)
Reply from Carmen Richard:  Rolette, ND
Where did you find the story about Jerry Charlebois,(Michael
Forest )? He is a relative of mine, and came to ND to visit
us in 2000. He calls us every Christmas. His grandfather
Alex Charlebois  and mine- George Charlebois were brothers.

Oscar and Alberta Wenstad photo posted yesterday
Reply from Debbie Wenstad Slyter (’72):  Dunseith, ND
Gary, Thanks so much for posting Mom and Dad’s photo, they are always in my heart and thoughts and dearly missed every day.
Deb,  We often visited your house in my younger days. That is when you were really young. Age wise, I am between Arlan and Donnie.  I remember one year your folks moved west for the winter.  I think is was California or maybe Oregon?  As I remember it was in the late 50’s. The next spring you guys were back on the Farm again.  Gary
Oscar and Alberta Wenstad photo posted yesterday
Reply from Keith Pladson (’66):  Roanoke Rapids, NC
Thanks Gary and Debbie.

That is a great photo of your parents, Debbie.  It brought back memories of our visits to see you guys when we were growing up.  As you may know/remember your brother, Don, was a class mate of mine throughout high school.  You are several years younger than me so my memory of you is of a pretty young girl.  As I’m sure you also know we are second cousins – on my Dad’ side and your Mom’s side.  Anyway, thank you for sharing that photo of your parents.
Keith Pladson (66)

Joke of the Day
Posted by Larry Hackman (’66):  Bismarck, ND

The Lady In The Car Behind Me…

The light turned yellow, just in front of him. He did the right thing, stopping at the crosswalk, even though he could have beaten the red light by accelerating through the intersection.

The tailgating woman was furious and honked her horn, screaming in frustration, as she missed her chance to get through the intersection, dropping her cell phone and makeup.

As she was still in mid-rant, she heard a tap on her window and looked up into the face of a very serious police officer. The officer ordered her to exit her car with her hands up.

He took her to the police station where she was searched, fingerprinted, photographed, and placed in a holding cell.

After a couple of hours, a policeman approached the cell and opened the door. She was escorted back to the booking desk where the arresting officer was waiting with her personal effects.

He said, ”I’m very sorry for this mistake. You see, I pulled up behind your car while you were blowing your horn, flipping off the guy in front of you and cussing a blue streak at him. I noticed the ‘What Would Jesus Do’ bumper sticker, the ‘Choose Life’ license plate holder, the ‘Follow Me to Sunday-School’ bumper sticker, and the chrome-plated Christian fish emblem on the trunk, so naturally….I assumed you had stolen the car.”



8/29/2012 (1582)

                       Happy Birthday Pete Gillis ( DHS ’65): Dunseith, ND

Happy birthday Shirley Anderson Doan (DHS ’60): Yakama, WA
Reply from Phyllis McKay (’65):   Auburn, WA


Thank you for the birthday greetings!! Now I am officially a senior citizen, ha! I am back at school to start a new year with 22 third grade students. I have set up my classroom and have attended numerous workshops on the changes coming down the pike for this school year.

I am going out to dinner this evening to celebrate my birthday. This is the third celebration!! When you get this old it takes many days to celebrate!


You are only as old as you feel. With your level of enthusiasm and charisma, you will always be young in the eyes of others.
Betty Lamoureux Malone Badgett picture
Reply from Lynn Henriksen (’64):  Tiburon, CA
What a fabulous photo of Betty Lamoureux Malone Badgett. I’d love to use it on my Story Woman to inspire people to write their Mother Memoir.
Keeping Spirits Alive,

Lynn Henriksen

Ph: 415.435.5969  Cell: 415.435.6000

Blog: www.thestorywoman.com   Website: www.telltalesouls.com

Red Room Author, Where the Writers Are Twitter: @lynnhenriksen.com

Oscar and Alberta Wenstad
This picture wasn’t labeled, but I most definitely recognized this couple. Thanks Debbie for posting. This is a great picture of your parents. Just the way I remember them.
                                         Oscar and Alberta Wenstad
Story posted by Larry Hackman (’66):  Bismarck, ND
A North Dakota boy from our area that has done well.
I thought it a interesting read.

8/28/2012 (1581)

Happy Birthday Phyllis McKay (DHS ’65): Auburn, WA
      Happy Birthday Alan Boguslawski (DHS ’65): Vancouver,WA
  Happy Bithday John Awalt (DHS ’65): Minneapolis, MN
I miss posted Cathy birthday on the 22nd of this month. That was her wedding anniversary, not her birthday. Sorry about that Cathy.
Reply to Picture posted yesterday
From  Trish Larson Wild (’73):  Portola Valley, CA
Hi Gary,

You are too funny.  That photo was taken yesterday in the Napa Valley.  My wonderful Filipino friends invited me on a birthday celebration.  We were stomping grapes in a barrel – I know yuck, right?  But we didn’t drink the juice. We got to taste a bunch of good wines instead.  Those filipinos party just like North Dakotans so I fit right in. 

 The girl in the barrel is one of  my coworkers at the Stanford ER.  Her name is Terry and she is looking for a good man to date, so if any of your readers are in the market let me know and I can hook you up.  She has never been married, has no kids, is a great dancer and sings along to the oldies with a hearty gusto.  She owns her own house and has a great job as a trauma nurse.  

UI liked the joke at the end of your last blog.  Terry would probably like a hale and hardworking guy from North Dakota….especially if he liked to hunt and fish and drink good wine….

Any Takers?  Ha ha ha.
Trish Clayburgh
I am inclined to think that you will be the one getting the phone calls after folks saw/see that picture. I do know how old your are and you sure don’t look it in that picture. That is why I was thinking it was taken 30 plus years ago.
Yes, These Filipino’s love to celebrate birthdays. For those that don’t have much, they will go out and catch a bunch of fish, light up a wood fire and cook their fish in a pan over the open fire. They will go out and fetch a few tree leaves for their vegetables and cook some rice too, all over the open fire. When the food is all cooked, they will place it on big banana leaves on a table. Then they all stand around the table eating with their hands. They always have a little coconut wine to go alone with their meal too of which they all drink from the same container. If one gets sick, they all get sick, but that seldom happens. They have some hearty immune systems. Of coarse they have a certain amount of coconut wine both before and after the meal.
Posting of the day
From our good Filipino friend Marina

8/27/2012 (1580)

Happy Birthday Carrole Fauske Rude (DHS ’66): Vancouver, WA
Happy Birthday Betty Lamoureux Malone Badgett (DHS ’49): Fountain Valley, Ca 
Face book pictures capture from Susan Fassett Martin
Trish Larson Wild (’73) and Friend.
Trish, you look so young and beautiful too.
When was this taken? Who is your friend?
Joke of the day
Posted by Mel Kuhn (’70): St. John, ND
80-year-old North Dakota Farmer goes to the Mayo clinic in Rochester for a check-up.

The doctor is amazed at what good shape the guy is in and asks, ‘How do you stay in such great physical condition?’

‘I’m from North Dakota and in my spare time I like to hunt and fish says the old guy, ‘and that’s why I’m in such good shape. I’m up well before daylight feeding cattle, mending fences, planting, baling hay, and when I’m not doing that,

I’m out hunting or fishing. In the evening, I have a beer and all is well.’

‘Well’ says the doctor, ‘I’m sure that helps, but there’s got to be more to it. How old was your father when he died?’
‘Who said my Father’s dead?’

The doctor is amazed.
‘You mean you’re 80 years old and your father’s still alive? How old is he?’

‘He’s 102 years old,’ says the old North Dakotan. ‘In fact he worked with and hunted with me this morning, and then we went to the topless bar for a while and had a little beer and that’s why he’s still alive. He’s a North Dakota Farmer and he’s a hunter and fisherman too.’

‘Well,’ the doctor says, ‘that’s great, but I’m sure there’s more to it than that. How about your father’s father? How old was he when he died?’

‘Who said my Grandpa’s dead?’

Stunned, the doctor asks, ‘you mean you’re 80 years old and your grandfather’s still alive?’

‘He’s 121 years old,’ says the man.

The doctor is getting frustrated at this point, ‘So, I guess he went hunting with you this morning too?’

‘No, Grandpa couldn’t go this morning because he’s getting married today.’

At this point the doctor is close to losing it. ‘Getting married!!…????
would a 121 year-old guy want to get married?’

‘Who said he wanted to?’


8/26/2012 (1579)

Reply from Janice LaCroix Kester (’59):  Fargo, ND
Oh my gosh, Gary, I didn’t even know our picture was on Facebook.  Our daughter is the culprit for putting it on.  Thank you so much, Gary for making such effort to getting us again on the Blog.  We missed getting it.  Your are such an exceptional person to continue year after year with this project.
To get your messages to go through, I had send them not being blind copies. Messages sent to lots of recipients with blind copies are often perceived as spam by their providers. I think that was the case with you. I am glad to hear that the problem is solved.  
Philippine Dried Mango
Reply from Sharon Zorn Gerdes (’62):  Windsor, CO
Gary, with regard to the mango from the Philippines- Cosco sells packages of ” Philippine brand dried young coconut ” , mango, apricots, etc that are the best I have ever eaten.  They are larger pieces of the fruit and very tender – if anyone sees it, you should buy some- I am sure not as good as fresh over there but excellent for here.. Sharon Gerdes
Yes, I know they export dried Mango from here in Cebu of which is sold at Costco and other places. They are packaged in bright yellow packages and have the word “Cebu” written on them for the ones that are exported from here. They are not hard dried. They are of about the same texture, but a little softer than red licorice candy.   Gary
Jake Gardner
Reply from Dick Johnson (’68):  Dunseith, ND
Gary and Friends,

        I didn’t know Jake Gardner real well but was out to his farm
once with Duane Norman many years ago.  One time Jake stopped at Dale’s
Truck Stop for gas in his old green ’49 Chevy truck. It had an enclosed
box in which he was hauling his race horses to a race in Winnipeg.  I
asked him what he was hauling and he said,  “I’ll have you know there’s
$30,000. worth of horse flesh in that truck!”  I couldn’t resist the
chance and asked him what in the world are they paying for slaughter
horses nowadays?  That was not the right thing to say to Jake Gardner!
It didn’t take him long to straighten me out on that,  much to the
amusement of Brian Fauske who was the station attendant at the time.  We
both laughed about it after Jake left but it wasn’t funny to him to be
making smart remarks about his prized horses.  I didn’t forget it.
Thanks Gary!


This is a very good and interesting 8 minute film of the signing of Japanese surrender aboard the USS Missouri on September 2, 1945
1945 – Japanese surrender –

This film is believed to have never been seen before, only shots of the surrender were known.
If you are a history buff you will enjoy this. General McArthur’s voice is a rarity in these old film clips
Japanese Surrender- Amazing Footage Sept 2, 1945.
This is a ‘must see’ for the WWII history buff or anyone interested in history.
Interesting to see the other signers to the document, from New Zealand/Australia to Europe/Russia.
This is an actual film made of the surrender ceremony of the Japanese to McArthur in Tokyo Bay in September 1945.
Actual voice of the General. Never been shown to the general public before.
We always saw the “stills” but never the film itself
Click here: Japanese Surrender

8/25/2012 (1578)

Happy Birthday Deb Wenstad Slyter (DHS ’72): Dunseith, ND
Ackworth School pictures
Provided by Devonne Hagen Leonard (Art Hagen’s Daughter): Tucson, AZ
I have also added an old original picture of Ackworth on it’s original location, the way many of you remember it. In about 1955 the windows were replaced with the ones in the recent photo. I do remember the bell tower, but I do not remember when it was removed. Ackworth was moved to it’s current location, a half mile west of it’s original location, in about 1981.
The interior (Walls & Ceiling) of Ackworth has remained the same. Only the outside has changed.  To my knowledge, those are the same black boards that were in the school when my dad attended Ackworth in the 1920’s.
The last school year that school was held in Ackworth was 1960/61. Dogny Haagenson was our teacher. I was the lone 8th grader. As I remember and please correct me if I am wrong. Art Hagen and Dale Lagerquist were 1st graders; Marlys Hiatt 2nd grade; Darrel Stokes, Ray Lagerquist and Karen Hagen 3rd graders; Susan Hagen 4th grade; Lyle Lagerquist 5th grade; Allen Stokes, Jim Hiatt, Rodney Lagerquist, Carol Berg and Carol Pritchard 6th graders and Gary Stokes 8th grade.  
Thank you Devonne for sharing these pictures. They bring back many memories.
Beautiful Face Book captured picture
David and Delaynee Fugere (Father and Daughter?)
Jake Gardner Memories and Pictures
Provided by Trish Larson Wild (’73): Portola Valley, CA
Hi Gary,
I am sorry to tell you that my beautiful equine friend, Om El Akheil died in my arms at UC Davis on Saturday last week of a massive GI bleed.  He was a wonderful companion and a great and trusted steed.  I am so lucky to have known him.  It’s been a hard week without him, but I am filled with gratitude to have shared his life.

I enjoyed the stories on the blog a few weeks ago about my Uncle Jake.  He is the main character responsible for feeding my horse crazed childhood with a hunger for beautiful horses that has lasted a lifetime. Many an afternoon was spent at the table in their modest kitchen on that farm west of Bottineau, with Agnes (his wife) serving up lefse and homemade chicken dumpling soup, while Jake recounted story after story about the races of the past.  Their house was tiny, but it was crammed with trophies won by horses like Nipper Boy and JDee’sJoy. My niece forwarded me a photo of Jake in the winner’s circle which I share with you.  I bet some of your readers know who the other folks in the photo might be…

Jake’s brother, Bill (Linda Gardner’s father) was the first to teach me how to take care of a horse.  And my mom always liked to tell the stories of their Cob horse named “Joker”.  They used to take a sleigh to neighbor parties and dances in the hills.  My mom had a horsehair “muff”, which was a cylinder of horsehair, stuffed with down, and lined in wool, that kept her hands warm as they trotted down the snow covered roads in winter.  Images of the past that are stuck in my brain, handed down from generations of friendly farmers who all loved their animals and families.

I am so grateful for the generous help they gave me as a young girl.  Horses are my life’s passion, and the lessons I learned on their farms are the basic grounding that I still train my horses from today. 

I don’t think people live long enough to really know all there is to know about horses, but the important thing I learned from Jake and Bill was that gentleness, patience, and making an emotional connection goes a lot further than force or abuse.

People can learn a lot about themselves from horses.  

Thanks Gary!

8/24/2012 (1577)

Elwood and Eleanore Fauske’s 70th Wedding Anniversary
Posted by Russell and Glenda Fauske:  Dunseith, ND
Hi Gary,

Elwood and Eleanore Fauske are celebrating their 70th wedding anniversary on Sunday, September 2, 2012, at Grace Lutheran Church in Bottineau.  Open House is from 2-4 p.m. and the Fauske Fiddlers will be providing a musical program at 2:30 p.m.  The public is invited to join us for coffee and cake!  No gifts, please.

Thank you so much!

Glenda and Russell Fauske

Face book Capture
When I saw this beautiful picture it caught my eye. The gal was tagged as being Jan LaCroix Kester. I am willing to bet that is Michael with her. He is a strong resemblance of his Dad, Red Kester. Jan and Michael both graduated in 1959 and of coarse from DHS.
Philippine Mango
The Philippines is famous for their Mango fruit. They have mango flavored everything, from Ice Cream toppings to jams and drinks. Mango’s are also very good eaten raw right from the tree.  We have taken back packages of dried mango, with some of our trips back to the states, that we have given away at several of the reunions. My brother Bud got hooked on the dried Mango, so we packed a few extra along on our cruise that we gave to him this past February.   

8/23/2012 (1576)

Happy Birthday Luella Boardman Bjornseth (DHS ’49): Bottineau, ND                        
Happy Birthday to Elwood Fauske
From Connie Fauske Monte (’62):  Fort Myers FL
Happy Birthday to my Dad. He is one of the most wonderful men anyone could know.  He is my hero and someone I have admired all my life for his honesty and fairness to everyone. I am so thankful that we have been able to have him in our lives all these years. He has been an example to all of his children, grandchildren and great-grandchildren. He has his faults like everyone does, his biggest one, not knowing how to have fun or relax. He has worked to provide for his Mother and sisters since he was 15 years old, and then his own family. My hope is that we will have him for many more years and I will have the legacy that he has. I love you Dad.
I bolded “his honesty and fairness to everyone” in your message above because It so very much describes the true character of your dad.
I am hoping that someone is making hard copies of all these Face Book and blog postings and mailing them to your dad.
Last year I told your dad that I will make a special effort to attend his Centennial birthday eight years from now. I still hold that promise.
Cebu, Philippines
These are several pictures from a Birthday party we attended last Saturday. The dress code was Semi-Formal, so I had to dig out my suit once again.
Em-Em & Bernadette

8/22/2012 (1575)

Elwood Fauske


Gary’s Comment
I knew your birthday was in August, but forgot the day until I saw Donna’s posting. I will always remember that you were born in 1920 though, 5 years behind my dad in 1915. I am so hoping you had a wonderful birthday. You folks were such close friends of my folks too. Dad always said you were one of the best farmers in the hills.
Elwood, I have always thought of you as a true roll model, not only for me but for everyone that knows you. I know that 99.99% of those reading this will agree 100% with that statement too. This world needs a whole lot more Elwood Fauske’s. 
Folks, I have listed Elwood’s phone number below. Please give him a call and wish him Happy birthday. If it is a day late that is OK. Elwood is an uncle and relative to many of you folks out there too.   
      Happy 92nd birthday Elwood Fauske:  Bottineau, ND
Happy Birthday Cathy Campbell Springan (DHS ’73): Stanley, ND
Wishing Alan Campbell a happy birthday
From Alan Poitra (’76):  Bloomington, MN
Happy Birthday Alan Campbell!  
We now have everyone correctly identified in this photo.

Fassett-Watkins Photo
Murl Watkins Hill, Brenda Hill Mueller, Diane Hill Moline, Crystal Ann Fassett Andersen,
Annette Lewis, Cheryl Haagenson, Marise Jacobs, Lenore Watkins Hoover and Jeanine Watkins Robert?

8/21/2012 (1574)

Happy Birthday Lola Metcalfe Vanorny (’68): Dunseith, ND
Reply to Gary Wall & Gary Stokes’ Vietnam Photo
From Mark Schimetz (’70):  Rolette, ND
That’s a nice Picture Gary! Looks like an old Deuce and a Half. Convertible style!
Yes Mark, That is an old Army Deuce and a Half (2 1/2 Ton) truck. Having been raised on a farm and being mechanically incline, it was my job to keep all of our company vehicles running. We were a small unit, so we only had a hand full of vehicles. I worked half days in the Dental clinic and half days maintaining vehicles. It was a fun job.  Gary
Reply to Fassett-Watkins Photo
From Diane Berg Rheault (’79):   Moorhead, MN
Gary, In the third picture down, I have put the corrections in red……………….
Murl Watkins Hill, Brenda Hill Mueller, Diane Hill Moline, Crystal Ann Fassett Andersen,
Annette Lewis, Cheryl Haagenson, Marise Jacobs, ?? and Carol Watkins Carbonneau
Fassett-Watkins Photo
Murl Watkins Hill, Brenda Hill Mueller, Diane Hill Moline, Crystal Ann Fassett Andersen,
Annette Lewis, Cheryl Haagenson, Marise Jacobs, Lenore Watkins Hoover and Jeanie Watkins Robert?

8/20/2012 (1573)

I totally forgot about your birthday two days ago. Sorry about that. I remembered it the day before, but that doesn’t count.  Hope you had a good one.
Happy Birthday Susan Fassett Martin (DHS ’65): Spearfish SD
70th Wedding Anniversary
Elwood and Eleanore Hiatt Fauske
Reply from Iris (Bedard) Wolvert:  Willow City, ND
Wow that Flying over America was great..sure beats booking a flight and getting hassled at the airport..and much safer..didn,t realize that little Bi-plane couldget that much altitude!  Enjoyed ..more of the same..I put Flyng over Amrica in my favorites!!  Iris Wolvert
Joke of the day
Posted by Bill Hosmer (’48):  Tucson, AZ.
Gary, I got this one on a blog of AF guys.  Thought the ND pals from the hills would get a kick out of it.  Thanks for what you do and how you do it. Bill Hosmer

Here’s a good one!

An Arab Sheik was admitted to Abbott-Northwestern Hospital for heart surgery, but prior to the surgery, the doctors needed to find a supply his rare blood type in case the need arose. However, it couldn’t be found locally, so the call went out to all the states. 

Finally a New London, Minnesota, Norwegian was located who had the right blood type. The Norwegian, whose name was Ole, willingly donated his blood for the Arab.
 After the surgery, the Arab sent Ole, as appreciation for giving his blood, a new BMW, a pile of diamonds and several million U.S. dollars.

And many days later, once again the Arab had to go through some corrective surgery. His doctor telephoned Ole who was more than happy to donate his blood again. 

After the second surgery, the Arab sent Ole a thank-you card and five pounds of lutefisk. Ole was shocked that this time the Arab did not reciprocate with a new car, diamonds, and money.

He phoned the Arab and said, ‘I thought dat you vould be yenerous again, and dat you vould give me anudder BMdubleUU an diamonds and money. But you only gave me a tank-you card and some lutefisk!’

 To this the Arab replied, ‘Ya, but now I haf Norvegian blood in my veins so I gotta tink tvice before I spend my money.’

8/19/2012 (1572)

No Blog yesterday
For the record I did not get a blog posted yesterday.
Happy 88th Birthday Alan Campbell (DHS ’42): Minot, ND
 Happy Birthday Dennis Dubois (DHS ’63): Minneapolis, MN
Reply From Susan Brew Roussin (’59):  Rolla, ND
Thanks for all the info Gary.  Thanks also to Allen Richard for the wonderful slide show of America.  Love it.  Have a grrrreat day.
Face Book Posting: Not everyone was tagged in the posting, so this is my guess.  Gary
Murl Watkins Hill, Brenda Hill Mueller, Diane Millange Moline, Crystal Ann Fassett Andersen,
Annette Lewis, ?? Marise Jacobs, ?? and Carol Watkins Carbonneau
Posted by Neola Kofoid Garbe:  Bottineau & Minot, ND
Joke of day
Posted by Neola Kofoid Garbe:  Bottineau & Minot, ND

GOLFER AT THE DENTIST   This one may bring a little mist to  your eyes… only a serious senior golfer would  understand…………..   A man and his wife walked into a dentist’s office.
The man said to the dentist, “Doc, I’m in one heck of a hurry  I have three buddies sitting out in my car waiting for us to go play golf, so forget about the anesthetic, I don’t have time for the gums to get numb. I just want you to pull the tooth, and be done with it!
Today is Wednesday and we have a 10:00 AM tee time at the best golf  course in town and it’s 9:15 already… I don’t have time to wait for the anesthetic to work!”
   The dentist thought to himself, “My goodness, this is surely a very  brave man asking to have a tooth pulled without using anything to kill the pain.” So the dentist asks him, “Which tooth is it sir?” 
The man turned to his wife and said, “Open your mouth, Honey, and show  him……..”


8/17/2012 (1571)

Email exchanges between Gary Stokes and Carol Thompson (’67)
Carol Thompson Gilje (’67):  Kingman AZ
A couple days ago I replied to a Forwarded message of Carol’s. The following is a trail of my conversations with Carol. In the last message she tells me she is a first cousin to Larry Hackman too. I could say poor girl, but on the other hand she is one lucky gal to have the Hackman clan cousins.
Hello Carol,
Are you related to the Rolette Gilje’s. I have probably asked you this question before.
Did your family live in Dunseith or in the country? There are not many Thompson’s in the Dunseith area. When you get into the hills and Bottineau county where there are more Norwegians, there are more Thompson’s.
Take care,
Hello Gary.
My (x) is John Gilje, son of Ruda & Ingvald Gilje of Rolette.  John’s sister, Lynn was elementary school teacher in Bottineau and retired about 10 years ago & still lives in Bottineau.  
There are 2 sets of Gilje’s in Rolette and they aren’t related to each other.  Guess just took the name of the valley they lived in,  in Norway.
My Dad is Stanley Thompson from south of Rolette, just west of the Lutheran Church.  Olaf & Ingaborg were his folks.  He had 4 “wild” brothers & 2 sisters.
My Mother is Julia Kraft, daughter of Alex & Rosina Kraft. They lived on a farm west of Rolette & retired in Rugby.  There were 10 kids in the Kraft family, 6 girls & 4 boys.  They all went to school in Rolette to the 8th grade. The 2 youngest, Rosie & Alex Jr, went to high school in Rugby.  Alex Jr. lives on one farm west of Rolette, just 3 miles from Bill (older brother) & Janet (Fontaine from Dunseith) live on the main farm.
My Mom worked at the Crystal Cafe all of my school years.  Was a heck-of-a-waitress.  I was impressed with how she would come out of the kitchen, both arms loaded from shoulders down to her hands.  Lola Poitra, the cook, would pile the plates on and out she’d come. 
Rose McCoy owned the Crystal in “them days.”   She & her son Jimmie lived upstairs.  Ever hear from him?
Where is Allan Stokes at?  He was my classmate.  I never get back to N.D.  To busy trying to make a living.  Real Estate has been so tough the last 4 years!   Our area was the worst hit.  Phoenix to Las Vegas, with Kingman in the middle.  It has been gradually picking up, but low prices- back to 1990 prices.  Crazy!
Take care and nice talking with you.
Carol Gilje
Hello Carol,
First off, with your permission, I’d love to post your message. I know it will be of interest to a whole lot of our readers.
Thank you so much for this quick reply. I am guessing your mother stayed in Dunseith working at the Crystal Cafe when you attended HS there?  It sounds like most of your family is from the Rolette area. Other than for Stanley and Alex Gilje and their nephews Carl Myhre and Bobby Gilje, I didn’t know too many from the Rolette area in my growing up days. I am guessing you are the other Gilje family?
Those gals, like your mother, we super waitresses. Seldom did they drop things either with being so load down.
Allen, my brother, is in San Diego. He has been living there over 20 years now.
Take care,
Hello Gary,
One bit of information that would tie this all together for you would be that my Mom, Julia and Marion Hackman were sisters.  Marion being the oldest Kraft girl and Mom, next in line.  I grew up living next to my 7 cousins, Tony-Henry-Larry-Clarice-Betty-Rosie & Jeanne. 
We had so much fun. They had the big house & we had the little house behind the Methodist Church.  Hours playing “antie I over” – over our little house, with all the kids in Dunseith.  Don’t know how my Mom stood the thumping on the roof from morning til night. Ha
We had the whole field across the street, behind St. Mary’s to play ball all summer and make snow forts in the winter.  We had alot of fun.
For my Freshman year, we moved directly across from the High School, next to Fortune Berube.  Bogaslawski’s lived across the street to the west.  Jim was in my class.  Jim, Allen Houle, Beth Fauske and I went to the Bottineau Forestry after High School. 
I worked in the library with Clarice Hackman, my cousin, from 7th grade to the July before we went to college.  Clarice went on for her degree & is a librarian in Fargo. 
Spent alot of time with Mary Anderson, Linda Walters and Sharon Tooke.  Would be nice to see them all again.  Maybe I’ll get up that way again. 
Nice talking with you Gary and take care.
Carol G
Air assault & rescue over North Vietnam – Bill Hosmer (’48) Lead Pilot.
From Aime Casavant (’66):  Jamestown, ND

Bill Hosmer and I have been enjoying some communication of our
experiences in the Air Force.  While many of us are aware of Bill
flying with the Thunderbirds, I’m not sure how many know of his
exceptional leadership as a lead pilot with the F-105 Thunderchiefs in
Vietnam and then a second tour in close air support for ground forces
with the F-100.  If one goes to the link http://home.roadrunner.com/~airrescue/articles/thewayhome.html
  there is a written account of a mission over Hanoi that he was the
lead pilot on.

In the Air Force I worked as a crew chief on the F4-C and Bill and I
had a lot to talk about. One plane was assigned to each crew chief and
we performed or coordinated all the ground maintenance on them, ran
engines – did everything but fly.  So the pilots and crew chiefs
worked closely together.  We knew the pilots were subject to a lot of
danger so we felt a great responsibility that planes, aircraft as we
called them were mechaniclly sound and they would not have that issue
to deal with.   Bill sounds like the best, always giving the crew
chiefs compliments for keeping the planes flying. We strapped them in
and did what we called ground launch.  In Vietnam we lost a fourth of
our squadron.  Strapping those pilots in, knowing they were heading
into dangerous skies.  While we worked hard, we did not have the savvy
and skill and nerves of steel like the pilots.

The only other person I know of that flew in Vietnam was LaVerne Rude
(sp?)( married to Carrole Fauske), but there are probably others from
back home.

So I thought I would send the above link if one wanted to read about
Bill’s work in the skies over Vietnam.  It is none other than a story
of bravery.

It occurred to me that often in small and larger towns throughout
North Dakota and the U.S., they have static model of a jet fighter
displayed, usually near the entry to the town.  Three of them off hand
are Hatton, ND with an F-86, Valley City with an F-104 and Jamestown
with an F-86.  Wouldn’t it be great if we could get an F-100, like the
one Bill flew over Dunseith that summer day and put it on static
display to commemorate a part of the towns history?

Aime Casavant

Thank you so much Aime for sharing this with us.
Folks, This is very interesting article with Bill Hosmer being the lead pilot.  Please take the time read.  
Aime, I did not realize you were a crew chief either. You had a lot of responsibilities making sure all was right for the pilots. 
Flying over America
Posted by Allen Richard (’65):  Midland, MI
I doubt you have ever seen anything like this one!
Left Double Click Your Mouse on this linkhttp://www.youtube.com/watch_popup?v=KcuDdPo0WZk
These pictures are fabulous. Thank you so much for sharing.

8/16/2012 (1570)

Happy Birthday reply
From Flavia Moraes (DHS ’73):  Sao Paulo, Brazil 
Thank you so much, Gary.
Best wishes
You are so welcome Flavia.
It is amazing how this modern day technology keeps us all connected from all corners of the world. Our communication with you, me and the USA takes in 3 continents. Truly amazing.
Duane Peterson Memories
From Meryle Hoopman (’74):  Prescott, WI
To The Peterson Family
My condolences to the family, the community has lost a great neighbor and friend.  I remember going to dances when I was very young and Duane being the gentleman he was, taught me to dance the polk and waltz.  He always had a smile and a kind word.  I can’t remember him getting angry when Connie and I found ourselves in trouble.  When my mind wonders to my childhood, Duane Peterson, always comes to mind which always brings a smile and warm heart. Duane and family, thanks for the wonderful memories.

Meryle Hoopman

Duane Peterson – Thank you to Dick Johnson (’68)
From Sharon Peterson Harmsen (’63):  Bismarck, ND
Thank you, Dick, for the fine words regarding my Uncle Duane Peterson.  He was, indeed, a fine man.  We were fortunate to have grown up right “next door” in the “hills” and loved being at their home.  The community did come out to embrace his family and it was a wonderful feeling knowing he was so well thought of.   Keep his family in your prayers.
Sharon Peterson Harmsen “63
Duane Peterson Memories
From Lyle Olson (’75):   West Fargo, ND

I echo Dick Johnson’s nice homage to Duane Peterson.  Duane was truly
a man among men.  I fondly remember his visits to my grandparents
(Bill and Mary Metcalfe).  He was treated like royalty by my
grandparents and he held a special place in the hearts of each
Metcalfe child.  You see, my grandmother was Native American and that
seemed to bother some people back then.  However, it never bothered
Duane or Lorraine Peterson.  They were not only the best of neighbors,
they were the best of friends.

I have written before about the house parties my grandparents use to
have.  Like the Strongs, Nerpels and Christiansons, Duane and Lorraine
made quite a few of those parties.  I remember how they would clear
the kitchen of furniture and dance the night away to music from my
mother, Lorraine Metcalfe, and Jack Metcalfe and Ole Bursinger.  As
kids, we watched all this from the vent in the upstairs floor.

A strong man to be sure, I remember the tears in Duane’s eyes when we
laid my Grandmother to rest.  Thereafter, he used to stop and visit my
Grandfather to check on him to make sure all was well.

I have wondered over the years how many times Duane got up in the
middle of cold night to pull someone out of the ditch.  There are
several tricky curves just west of his homestead.  Well, the curves
aren’t all that tricky; that is, unless you have just left the Kelvin
Klinic.  In any event, he pulled me out of the ditch one night.  I was
with Jean Tooke and Darrell Sebelius and we had just left Kelvin and
were headed to a party at Ted Nerpel’s home.  It was bitterly cold and
icy.  I entered one of the aforementioned curves a little too fast and
ended up in the ditch filled to the brim with snow.  A Bergan girl
happened by and gave all three of us a ride to Duane’s house.  Now,
one has to remember that it is about 1:30 in the morning and the
temperature was at least 20 below.  In any event, both Duane and
Lorraine got up.  Lorraine went to making something for us to eat and
Duane started the tractor.  He just kept smiling and shaking his head.
 He pulled my car out and made the comment that he would be willing to
stay there and watch to make sure I made the next curve!!  He laughed
out loud and headed back home.  I stopped back at Duane’s the next day
and brought several packages of deer sausage as I knew he would not
take any money for his services.  Again, he just shook his head and
chuckled, and then went about his chores.

Duane, I dare say, had a great life.  Lorraine, Connie, Mike, Kim and
Karen need to know that Duane had a lasting impact on most he met.
His kind and gentle way should be the way we all approach life and our
interaction with others.

Neameyer Twins
Reply from Loraine Neameyer Haas (’72):  St. John, ND
Hi Gary,
I want to thank Minnie Mary McKay for thanking Loretta and I for the visits but it would not have been us visiting.  We were not born until 1954.  Our twin sisters Ronette and Janet were 11 years old at that time so maybe it was them.
Loraine Neameyer Haas
Newspaper articles
Posted by Neola Kofoid Garbe:  Bottineau & Minot, ND
Clayton Parrill (’72)
Gladys Handeland Abernathey

8/15/2012 (1569)

Happy Birthday Flavia Moraes (DHS ’73): Sao Paulo, Brazil        
Note: Flavia was an exchange student living the Campbell family
        Happy Birthday Albert Johnson (DHS ’70): Minnetonka, MN
Memories of Loraine and Loretta Neameyer (’72)
From Minnie Mary McKay Merrill (’48):  Renton, WA
After all these years, I still appreciate the visits from Loraine and Loretta Neameyer when I was in the Rolla hospital.  That was in April, 1953.  I had had a car accident going to Luba Johnson’s state superintendent of schools office for help in ordering maps.  The Lockhart school didn’t have any.   Anyway, over the next 3 weeks they were frequent visitors.  Thanks so much.
         Duane Peterson

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

        The Dunseith community has lost a good friend and neighbor with
the passing of Duane Peterson.  This fact was represented by the
attendance at his funeral where it was standing room only. Duane was one
of those that was the first to respond to a neighbor in need of any kind
of help for any reason.  As far as I know,  he also never had a bad word
to say about anyone.  The world needs lots more people like Duane.  My
condolences go out to the family and the community on the loss of our
friend and neighbor,  Duane Peterson.


Bernadette, Literally with her right hand and her left hand.
She would be totally lost without her two helpers (Sisters)
Joke of the day
Posted By Allen Richard (’65):  Midland, MI
Why Men Wear Earrings

Did you ever wonder why earrings became so popular with men?

A man is at work one day when he notices that his co-worker is wearing an earring.

The man knows his co-worker to be a normally conservative fellow, and is curious
about his sudden change in “fashion sense”

The man walks up to him and says, “I didn’t know you were into earrings.”

“Don’t make such a big deal, it’s only an earring,” he replies sheepishly.

His friend falls silent for a few minutes, but then his curiosity prods him
to ask,”So, how long have you been wearing one?”

“Ever since my wife found it in my truck.”

I always wondered how this trend got started.


8/14/2012 (1568)

I am going to play pool this morning with some of the guys at a friends house. With that, I am a bit rushed, so I am getting this out earlier than normal.
Dale Evans
Reply from Geri Metcalfe Munro (’59):  Fargo, ND
Yep, Dale, you are Toots and Martin’s son alright.  lol  I haven’t seen you since you were just a little kid.
We’re still waiting for you Peterson kids to post pictures from the recent Peterson family gathering…

Geri Metcalfe Munro (daughter of your aunt Ella Evans Metcalfe.
DHS Class of 72 reunion – Friday/Saturday, August 10/11, 2012 
Pictures provided by Rose Hohl:  Bottineau, ND & Cebu, Philippines
                          Dave and Marsha Abrahamson: St. John
                 Mark and Ann Marie Boppre Perry: Dunseith, ND
                   Larry and Loraine Neamyer Haas: St. John, ND
Dr. Gary Wall and I go back a long way. All the way back to Vietnam to be exact. Gary was a Dentist and I a Dental Assistant. We worked together in the same Clinic from July through December 1969.
                         Gary and Loretta Neameyer Wall: Bottineau, ND

8/13/2012 (1567)

Duane Peterson Memories
From Kay Hovland (Peterson) Notaro:  Prosser, WA
My uncle Duane Peterson,  was a model to me of a real man of character.  Along with aunt Lorraine, he raised a beautiful family and lived his principles.  We miss him and the siblings who have gone before him.Wondering, Gary, if you would add my cousin, Dale Evans, to your emails.  His mom is Mary (Tootsie) Peterson…Duanes sister.  Toots would get the Dunseith news through Dale.  Email:  devans58@Comcast.net.  thanks for the info…my mom, Lucille Peterson, would have loved to read the Dunseith news.

Hello Kay, 
No problem, I already have Dale on our email distribution.
This picture I believe is Dale with your uncle Duane Peterson?
Lorenzo Anderson’s (’63) Wife obituary
Posted by Neola Kofoid Garbe: Bottineau & Minot, ND
Marilyn N. Anderson
(August 12, 1946 – August 9, 2012)

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Marilyn N. Anderson, age 65 of Bottineau, died on Thursday, August 9, 2012 in a Bottineau hospital. Funeral services will be held on Wednesday, August 15, 2012 at 2:00 P.M. at the Grace Lutheran Church in Bottineau. Burial will be in the Oak Creek Cemetery also in Bottineau. Visitation will be Tuesday beginning at 10:00 A.M. until 9:00 P.M. in the Nero Funeral Home of Bottineau.

Marilyn Noraine Anderson, a daughter of Clifford and Ida (Kamrud) Johnson, was born at Bottineau on August 12, 1946. On December 3, 1965 she was married to Lorenzo Anderson at Bottineau.

She is survived by her husband, Lorenzo, at home; sons Christopher Anderson and his wife Karen, and Cory Anderson and his wife Lisa, both of Bottineau; 3 grandchildren; 1 great-grandchild; a brother, John Johnson of Edmonton, AB; a sister Carmen Thompson of Arden Hills, MN.


Clifford/Ida Kamrud Johnson (p. 516)

Lorenzo/Marilyn Johnson Anderson (p. 510)

Bottineau High School Class of 1964

Fassett Girls Family and Friends Picnic
Posted by Susan Fassett (’65):   Spearfish SD

Saturday Aug 18th. Fassett Girls Family and Friends picnic and gabfest at Crystal and Dale Andersen place. Three miles south of Walhalla ND. Bring a dish to share and whatever you like to drink. Bonfire and singalong in the evening so bring your voice and whatever instrument you play. Fun, fun fun

Jim and Donna Mellmer
Message from Jean Tooke Berger (’74): Mandan, ND
Happy anniversary Jim and Donna Mellmer
DHS Class of 72 reunion – Friday/Saturday, August 10/11, 2012 

8/12/2012 (1566)

When Bernadette attended the funeral of her step mother last month, she met her real mothers first cousin whom she had not seen since childhood. In this country, all of your parents first cousins are your Uncles and Aunts, so this is Bernadette’s aunt. She is about 80 years old.
Bernadette’s aunt, along with her half sister, her niece and a friend just arrived for a visit. Bernadette knew they were coming, so she has prepared dinner for them.  Bernadette asked me to talk to her aunt while she did some dinner preps. Bernadette said “She knows how to speak English”. Not sure what English she speaks, but it sure isn’t the same English I speak. Luckily Bernadette wasn’t that long in the kitchen.  
Condolences to the Duane Peterson family
From Ivy Eller Robert (’74):  Everett, WA

I would like to extend my condolences to Duane  Peterson’s family. I was very sorry to learn of his passing. I have very fond memories of him and his brothers, Bill & Jack, building my folks house back in 71. He was a ‘kick in the pants’, and was always trying to get me in trouble with Dad, which was no trouble at all. That was a great learning experience for me, they taught me a lot about building a house, whether I wanted to learn or not! That summer is a very good memory for me.
Ivy Robert
Remembrance of Duane Peterson
From Larry Hackman (’66):  Bismarck, ND
In remembrance of Duane Peterson a good neighbor and friend.
Duane and his brother Bill were the greatest friends and neighbors to the Dietrich and Hackman Families.
 I worked for Duane one summer when I was about 12 years old, putting up hay,
leveling a slew that was burning underground with a old John Deere
that I had to start by opening the petcocks and turning the fly wheel.
He didn’t even get upset when I ran that old John Deere up on a huge boulder,
that left the front wheels of that tractor dangling in the air.
Duane and Bill were pallbearers for almost everyone of my uncles and my dad.
They were great people to know!
My prayers go out to the entire Peterson family.
God Bless You All.
Condolences to the Duane Peterson family
From Sharon Longie Dana (’73):    MIssoula  MT


Condolences to the Peterson Family. My thoughts and prayers are with you all during this difficult time.
Sharon Longie Dana(73)
Class of 72 Pictures  
Provided by Rose Hohl:  Bottineau, ND & Cebu Philippines
Happy 28th Wedding Anniversary Jim (’72) and Donna Mellmer: Mandan, ND      
Class of 72 Picture
Reply from Connie Zorn Landsverk:  Bottineau, ND
Almo Pladson is in the top row 2nd from the end dark shirt!!
Loretta Wall is sitting by her twin sister  Lorraine!!
Class of 72 Picture
Reply from Almo Pladson (’72):  Williston, ND
Names and changes for the Class of 72.
Thanks Almo,  I have posted the correct names above the picture posted below. You guys are looking great! I certainly hope, of which I know you did have, a wonderful reunion the past two days.
DHS Class of 72 reunion – Friday/Saturday, August 10/11, 2012 
Back: Don Malaterre, Art Hagen, Jim Mellmer, Dave Abrahamson, Almo Pladson, Joe Murray
Front: Loraine Neameyer Haas, Loretta Neameyer Wall, Myra Henning Halvorson,
Ann Marie Boppre Perry, Linda Johnson Juntunen
                 Mr. & Mrs. Don (’72) Malaterre: Sioux Falls, SD 
    Les (Teacher) and Myra Henning (’72) Halvorson: Bottineau, ND
         (Mr. & Mrs.)  Linda Johnson Juntunen (’72): Perth, ND
Today’s posting – Rose, the elderly lady who attended college
From Neola Kofoid Garbe:  Bottineau & Minot, ND
This is yet another version of Rose, the elderly lady who attended college.  I don’t know if any of the versions are true (I doubt it.), but they are excellent stories, so here’s another one. :) ng

The first day of school, our professor introduced himself and challenged us to get to know someone we didn’t already know. I stood up to look around when a gentle hand touched my shoulder.

I turned around to find a wrinkled, little old lady beaming up at me with a smile that lit up her entire being..

She said, ‘Hi handsome. My name is Rose. I’m eighty-seven years old. Can I give you a hug?’

I laughed and enthusiastically responded, ‘Of course you may!’ and she gave me a giant squeeze..

‘Why are you in college at such a young, innocent age?’ I asked.

She jokingly replied, ‘I’m here to meet a rich husband, get married, and have a couple of kids…’

‘No seriously,’ I asked. I was curious what may have motivated her to be taking on this challenge at her age.

‘I always dreamed of having a college education and now I’m getting one!’ she told me.

After class, we walked to the student union building and shared a chocolate milkshake.

We became instant friends. Every day for the next three months, we would leave class together and talk nonstop. I was always mesmerized listening to this ‘time machine’ as she shared her wisdom and experience with me..

Over the course of the year, Rose became a campus icon.  She easily made friends wherever she went. She loved to dress up, and she revelled in the attention bestowed upon her from the other students. She was living it up.

At the end of the semester, we invited Rose to speak at our football banquet. I’ll never forget what she taught us. She was introduced and stepped up to the podium. As she began to deliver her prepared speech, she dropped her three by five cards on the floor.
Frustrated, and a little embarrassed, she leaned into the microphone and simply said, ‘I’m sorry I’m so jittery. I gave up beer for Lent and this whiskey is killing me! I’ll never get my speech back in order so let me just tell you what I know.’

As we laughed, she cleared her throat and began, ‘ We do not stop playing because we are old; we grow old because we stop playing.

There are only four secrets to staying young, being happy, and achieving success. You have to laugh and find humour every day. You’ve got to have a dream. When you lose your dreams, you die.

We have so many people walking around who are dead and don’t even know it!

There is a huge difference between growing older and growing up.

If you are nineteen years old and lie in bed for one full year and don’t do one productive thing, you will turn twenty years old. If I am eighty-seven years old and stay in bed for a year and never do anything, I will turn eighty-eight.

Anybody can grow older. That doesn’t take any talent or ability. The idea is to grow up by always finding opportunity in change–having no regrets.

The elderly usually don’t have regrets for what they did, but rather for things they did not do. The only people who fear death are those with regrets..’

She concluded her speech by courageously singing ‘The Rose.’

She challenged each of us to study the lyrics and live them out in our daily lives. At the year’s end, Rose finished the college degree she had begun all those months ago.

One week after graduation, Rose died peacefully in her sleep.

Over two thousand college students attended her funeral in tribute to the wonderful woman who taught by example that it’s never too late to be all you can possibly be

8/11/2012 (1565)

                    Happy birthday Denice Casavant:   Rolette, ND
Happy 94th Birthday to Georgette Bedard Steinmier Nader (DHS ’37):
From Iris Bedard Senechal Knoke Wolvert:  Willow City, ND
Hi Gary..Called my Aunt Georgette Bedard..Steinmier..Nader..She is in a nursing home at Rennassaince in the Fox Run Complex at Novi, Michigan. She is still pretty sharp mentally and we had a nice Conversation.  She suffered a stroke about three years ago. It is her 94th Birthday today..I believe she is the last of John Bedards children still with us..Antoinette passed away some time  ago..John Bedard was able to go to Antoinette,s Memorial service the last part of June..in Devils Lake..Attended Emery Carbonneau,s funeral in Bottineau yesterday..The family had a very nice service with the Grand daughters singing, and the songs were well known to all..so the Congregation could join in!!. Enjoy reading the Dunseith news..keep up the good work!!                                                      …Sincerely Iris Bedard Senechal Knoke Wolvert..
Posted by Neola Kofod Garbe:  Bottineau & Minot, ND
Duane Peterson


Duane L. Peterson, age 88 of Dunseith, died on Wednesday, August 8, 2012 at his home. Funeral services will be held on Monday at 10:00 A.M. in the St. Michael’s Catholic Church of Dunseith. Burial will be in the Riverside Cemetery also of Dunseith. Visitation will be held on Sunday beginning at 1:00 P.M. until 9:00 P.M. with a prayer service at 6:45 P.M. in the Nero Funeral Home in Bottineau.

Duane LeRoy Peterson, a son of Max and Mary (Awalt) Peterson, was born on May 14, 1924 on the family farm in Rolette County. He was reared in the Turtle Mountains and attended school at the Wetherelt School. After his education he worked at the Peter Carlson home where he made his home until 1945. On December 11, 1945 he entered the US Navy and was honorably discharged on May 13, 1946. Duane returned to the Dunseith area. He spent from 1950 to 1960 as a rock mason at the International Peace Garden. On October 20, 1953 he was married to Lorraine Due at Willow City. Since their marriage Duane and Lorraine live north of Dunseith where they raise cattle, hay and small grains.

He was a member of the St. Michael’s Catholic Church. Duane enjoyed working with his hands finishing Diamond Willow for friends and family.

He is survived by his wife Lorraine at home; a son Mike Peterson of Dunseith; daughters, Connie Lagerquist and Karen Lagerquist both of Dunseith and Kim Brown of Colorado Springs, CO; 10 grandchildren; 5 great-grandchildren; sisters, Vida Hiatt and Doris Bristol both of Bottineau, Shirley Lagerquist of Rugby and Mary Artzer of Renton WA.


Condolences to the Duane Peterson family
From Minnie Mary McKay Merrill (’48):   Renton, WA

I surely do want to extend my sympathy to the Duane Peterson family.  I have memories of Mrs. Peterson telling about her family at Hillside Rural School.  Duane was one of her older boys and was capable of doing much more than we could—like take care of the barn chores or going to town to do errands for the family.  His mom was a great teacher who read Tom Sawyer to  us with such expression!!  Mental pictures still come to my mind whenever that story is mentioned.




 Lorenzo Anderson’s (’63) wife
Posted by Neola Kofod Garbe: Bottineau & Minot, ND
Marilyn N. Anderson
(August 12, 1946 – August 9, 2012)

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Our condolences are extended to Lorenzo and his family with the passing of Marilyn. I do not have an email address for Lorenzo. The address and phone number I have on file for Lorenzo is.
Lorenzo Anderson
10250 County Road 49
Bottineau, ND 58318
(701) 228-3912
Mel Kuhn’s Birthday
Reply from Larry Hackman (’66):  Bismarck, ND
You can sure tell on that picture that Dick posted yesterday
that Mel is real happy turning into a 60 something.
Is it because he is not all alone again?  Is it because he don’t have buy new dishes, rather then wash the old ones?
It is well known down here in Bismarck that more new dishes are hauled and sold to some old
fellow in the hills then anywhere else in ND.  
Just think most of them old bachelors back in the day use to just wipe their plates clean with a slice of bread when they were done eating.
They would then eat the bread, turn their plate and cup over so the flies couldn’t get at them. 
Next meal they turned them back over and ate off them again and just kept repeating the process every meal. 
Who needed a dish washer?  Mel, I know I got you thinking now?

Happy Birthday Mel and to all the other people out there trying to stay as young as we can.


DHS Class of 72 reunion – Friday/Saturday, August 10/11, 2012 
My Guess – Gary
Back: Don Malaterre, Art Hagen, ??, Dave Abrahamson, ??, ??
Front: Ruby Beston Desjarlais, Loraine Neameyer Haas, Myra Henning Halvorson?, Ann Marie Boppre Perry, Linda Johnson Juntunen




8/10/2012 (1564)

Laurel Hiatt’s Birthday
I have received word that Laurel Hiatt (’63) has been suffering with some health issues. His 67th Birthday is one week from tomorrow, August 18th.
To lift his spirits, let’s all send him a birthday card. I have listed his address below.
Note: I will not include this posting in Laurel and Mary’s copy of today’s email blog.
Laurel Hiatt
9729 20th Ave NE
Bottineau ND 58318

Happy Birthday Janice LaCroix Kester (DHS ’59): Fargo, ND
      Happy Birthday Laurie Brennan: Killdeer, ND
Condolences to the Peterson Family
From Rob Olson (’79):   Walla Walla, WA
Gary-I write to pass on my condolences to Lorraine and the Peterson family-a very kind and fun loving family. Duane will be missed for sure.

Rob Olson

Condolences to the Peterson Family
From Geri Metcalfe Munro (’59):  Fargo, ND
Gary—Thank you for the birthday wishes—I don’t know how you do all that you do, and to think that you keep track of all these pictures you get your hands on.  lol   You have amazing talent and we appreciate you so much.  The cruises you’ve planned have been so very special, and we enjoyed both of those we’ve been on so much.

Sorry to hear that Duane Peterson has passed away.  My family has been lifelong friends of the Peterson’s, beginning with Duane’s folks, Max and Mary, who lived with us for awhile when they went to Seattle when I was about three–(-we moved to the farm from Seattle in about 1946 just before Margaret was born.  My uncle, Martin Evans, was married to Mary (Tootsie) Peterson; he passed away when he was about 42 years old, and Mary remarried…I’ve asked their son, Dale, to put some recent Peterson pictures on the blog—or maybe Sharon Peterson Harmsen could do that—what a great family!
Geri Metcalfe Munro ’59
Thank you so very much for the very kind words coming from a very kind person too, I might add. 

Emery A. Carbonneau
(September 4, 1926 – August 6, 2012)


A Memorial service for Emery A. Carbonneau, Jr., 85, Bottineau, was held at 10 a.m. Thursday, August 9, in the St. Mark’s Catholic Church in Bottineau. Officiating at the service was the Reverend Fr. Paul Schuster. Special music was provided by Aimee Zachrison, April Richter and Laura Carbonneau. Amber Thorenson was the pianist and Judy Allard was the community leader. Gift bearers were Emery’s grandchildren and great-grandchildren. Honorary Pall bearers were all men in attendance at the service. Burial will be in the Tarsus Cemetery.

Emery A. Carbonneau, Jr., son of Emery and Camille (Labrecque) Carbonneau, Sr., was born September 4, 1926, at Tarsus, Bottineau County. He was raised on his grandfather’s original homestead and attended nearby schools. Following his formal education, he began working with his father on the family farm and became a third generation steward of the land. On May 24, 1945, he married Carol E. Watkins in Dunseith which began a 67-year romance. He had a passion for his family and enjoyed spending time with his children and grandchildren, whether riding on snowmobiles and farm equipment, or relaxing at the family cabin on Lake Metigoshe. He was also an exceptional machinist and there was very little he could not build or improve upon. His ability to make parts and repair machinery enabled him to lend a helping hand to his many friends and neighbors. Emery retired from farming in 1982. He and Carol moved to Bottineau in 2007 where the couple resided until his death.

He was a member of St Mark’s Catholic Church in Bottineau, the St. Mark’s Cemetery Board and the Lordsburg Township Board. He was chairman of the Bottineau County Weed Board for 15 years and was a member of the North Dakota Weed Board. Emery was also an honorary lifetime member of the Future Farmers of America and the Overly Snowmobile Club.

Emery passed away on Monday, August 6, 2012 at the Bottineau Good Samaritan Center.

He is survived by his wife Carol of Bottineau; son Charles (Sharon) Carbonneau of Watertown, SD; daughter Ann (David) O’Connell of Bottineau; grandchildren Scott (Laura) Carbonneau of Pierre, SD; Aimee (Dayne) Zachrison of Valley City; April (Mike) Richter of Warroad, MN; Michael (Molly) Carbonneau of Sartell, MN; and Ben (Kate) Johnson of Round Rock, TX; 15 great-grandchildren; sisters Rita Anderson of Fargo and Cecile Marchand of Kenosha, WI.

Eleanor Metcalfe Nerpel (Kenny and Kathy’s Mother) Story  –  “Counting Chickens”


Posted by Vicky Metcalfe (’70):  Bottineau, ND

Gary and friends,

During the summer months, l enjoy visiting; “My 2 Eleanors” at Rugby’s Haaland Home. I go to one room then up the hall  to the other.

In the month of July, a lesson was reinforced from both Eleanor’s.

“Some people view an inheritance as receiving money.”  But, Inheritance can take other forms. Perhaps it’s  a family heirloom, it may be a cherished token, Or, possibly, a story.


Counting Chickens & Making Amends, the Lesson From Daddy”

a story from the sweet memories of  Eleanor Rose Metcalfe Nerpel

Sunday, July 8, 2012

 Eleanor Rose Metcalfe and little sister Alice, were excited to receive baby chicks from a neighbor.  Each girl had her own separate box to keep her chicks separate from the others.  And how they loved their gift.

Every morning, Eleanor would rise, shine and run to look her little flock to see how much they’d grown during the night.  Eleanor, was now a big girl going to Hillside School where she enjoyed learning.


One sunny morning, Eleanor ran to count her chicks, she discovered one chick was so very still among the lively chirping peepers.  Instinctively,  a complete, quiet, understanding came over  her, and she knew what  she had to achieve.


She’d seen with her own eyes how this task was done. Her father would dispose of dead animals by burial in the manure pile. Eleanor ran to find the barn shovel, dug a hole, carried the little body and buried her chick.


After the solo barnyard burial, she walked back to the chicken house. While Eleanor looked down, counting her remaining chicks, she glanced across at Alice’s  box of chicks. 


One thought “Alice has more chicks than I.”……..And, a very strange, overwhelming  emotion.   Other thoughts followed, “ Alice is a baby”.  “Alice is not in school.” “Alice can’t count!“


 Without hesitation, Eleanor carefully reached into the other box, picked up one of Alice’s chicks and placed it in her chicken box with other thoughts,  “Alice will never know.”  “No one knows that one of my chicks died but me.”


Shortly after, Eleanor’s daddy called to her to come into the house.   She entered a room to find her father sitting at table.   Her father, “Young Bill Metcalfe”, so familiar, with his shock of hair, blue eyes, blue shirt with the bands around his arms above the elbow, his worn blue overalls, and his boots.


Her Daddy was reading the Bible.  He didn’t look up.  He read aloud a passage.  As she listened, felt a warmth rise up from her chest up through her neck, a heat that expanded and flooded her face.  She began to understand the error of her morning action of counting Alice’s chick as her own


Her father knew! 

Her daddy, William Bryan Metcalfe had seen. He did not scold her. He did not punish her.  He just looked into her eyes and she knew what she needed to do.  The answer was in the verses he’d read.


Remorsefully, heavy feet took her out to the chicken coop.  She went to her box and with longing looked at her little flock and counted her chicks. 


 Eleanor carefully reached down for the chick she had taken from little Alice and placed it back where it come from.  With trepidation she counted her little flock mournfully, and with resolve, reached in took one of her remaining chicks, gazed at it with remorse, and placed it with Alice’s flock. 

Thank you Eleanor, for allowing me to write your story which you shared so freely, with your cousins on our July 8, 2012 visit.  My sister, Nancy, her Granddaughter Ashanty, and I truly enjoy and will cherish this inheritance of a story-gift from you. Fondly, Vickie






Mel Kuhn’s (’70) 60th Birthday party


Posted by Dick Johnson (’68):  Dunseith, ND




Gary and Friends,      Tonight a few of us got together at Mel and Kathy Kuhn’s place to
watch Ol’ Mel turn 60.  Before the night was over,  you could see the
change.  By the time we were done eating the good steaks he grilled for
us,  he really looked much older than he did when we arrived.  That 60
number really hit him hard.  I’m sure glad I’m not 60!  Right Mel?�
Thanks Gary!









Lori Gottbreht delevers her 9th Grandchild


Posting/picture from Evie Gottbreht (’65):  Irvine, CA




Hi Gary, 

Our sister Lori in San Antonio delivered her ninth grandchild this week when the midwife was a few minutes late….both look beautiful moments later.
Evie Gottbreht Pilkington
Note: Evie, I don’t have Lori in my Records. Is she your younger sister? 


Joke of the day
Posted by Evie Gottbreht (’65):  Irvine, CA
It’s hot…I need a laugh!  This might be just for you I am not sure if short video is possible

on the blog……the older I get the more I like these senior jokes…..what up with that!


It pays to be patient!

This is a great one…watch the air bag

A lady was videotaping her son riding a skate board when her attention switched to an old woman trying to cross the street.
You can hear the lady who is doing the taping giggling as she records the event.
The video is a quick one… but you’ll probably watch it more than once


“Having the Life You Want by Being Present to the Life You Have”


8/9/2012 (1563)

Happy Birthday Geri Metcalfe Munro (DHS ’59):  Fargo, ND



Duane Peterson
(May 14, 1924 – August 8, 2012)

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Duane Peterson, age 88 of Dunseith, died on Wednesday, August 8, 2012 at his home.

Our condolences are with Lorraine and her family with the passing of Duane.


Reply from Bill Hosmer (’48): Tucson, AZ
Gary,  It was wonderful to see the post by Minnie Mary Mckay Merrill.  At one of our Dunseith celebrations
she was in attendance, and she was sometimes on horse back with a cowgirl hat , with her blond hair bouncing about as she rode around town and probably in one of the parades.  It’s wonderful to know she is still watching
airplanes and boats. In high school she didn’t pay much attention to me, but neither did anyone else. So it is.
Bill Hosmer  ’48
Donna Jean Tweten Fugere’s Memory of the Thunderbirds
Posted by  Kim Fugere Ogilvie:  Renton, WA 

Hello All,

This is a memory of the Thunderbirds from my Mom, Donna Jean Tweten Fugere.

Everyone’s comments about Bill Hosmer brought back great memories for me about

the day the Thunderbirds flew over Dunseith.  I know you kids have heard Dad & I talk

about that day many times.  I guess the reason we talked about it so much is because

that had to be one of the best days of our lives.


I remember I was working at the garage that day (bookkeeping) when the Thunderbirds

flew over.  What a thrill that was!!! I can’t begin to tell you how it made us feel. I can’t even

describe it. I do remember Dad & I ducking down & when we looked up we could see the

underside of the planes & when we talked about it after we both said we felt like we could

have reached right up & touched  those planes.


I just had to share those memories with all of you, once more.


Love, Mom 

PS. Jeremy, Do you happen to remember having your picture

taken with Bill Hosmer, at a celebration in Dunseith. Maybe you

were too young to remember that ?

 Jeremy is my youngest Brother who also lives here in Renton, WA

Kim (Fugere) Ogilvie


8/8/2012 (1562)

Happy birthday Mel Kuhn (DHS ’70): St. John, ND
Emery A. Carbonneau
(September 4, 1926 – August 6, 2012)
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I was so surprised to see this posting of Emery’s passing. Our sincere condolences are with Carol and her family with his passing.
Peace Garden Memories
Form Sybil Johnson:  Chippewa Falls, Wi.
 remember the Peace Gardens, very well. I had never heard of them, before I met Augie and he took me to Dunseith. From that time forward, I made many trips to the Peace Gardens; for its
beauty and tranquility. I am also amzed, just how many people dont know about the Peace Gardens. We use to go up there and have family picnics. Just to get away from Minot, I use to
get in my car and just drive up there and after a couple of hours, drive back to Minot. I have a few pictures of Axel (my father-in-law) and Augie, sitting at the table at the little drive-in. What was always amazing, was the FLORAL CLOCK. It was so beautiful, sitting back in the little mound.

Remembering those GARDENS,  I wonder what the rest of the world would be like, if they took the same effort, that Canada and the United States did in the 1950s. If we and Canada can do it, then I think rest of the world could do the same thing.

Sybil Johnson(grandma-great2007@mail.com)

Bill Hosmer
From Minnie Mary McKay Merrill (’48):  Renton, WA
Hi Gary and all who read this blog,  Yesterday, the Blue Angels did their yearly show in conjunction with SeaFair in Seattle.  The Hydroplanes also raced on Lake Washington.  I always think of Bill Hosmer when we see and hear those planes go over.  This year we were invited to Eric’s (my second son) mother-in-law’s house who is in the direct path of the planes.  We went to the roof, and let me tell you, those planes were close.   The day my daughter, Meghan, got married 19 years ago which was SeaFair weekend, the Blue Angels flew over the outdoor wedding site just before the ceremony–not that they knew a wedding was going on or that we had any connection with them.
When I was a student at Dunseith High, Bill was in the same class.  He sat across from me in different classes, but my memory does not pull up much more than that he was a very good student.
Minnie Mary McKay Merrill
Reply to Bill Hosmer
From Dick Johnson (’68):  Dunseith, ND
Gary and Friends,

         Thanks to Bill Hosmer for the story of his dancing days at the
old Dunseith City Hall.  It really brought back good memories for me as
I’m sure it did for most readers on the blog.  Great job BIll.  Thanks Gary!


Reply to Bill Hosmer with picture
From Kim Fugere Ogilvie:  Renton, WA

WOW…what a great memory you have Bill…you are quite the story teller.

You made me laugh and cry at the same time…

Thank you so much for taking the time to do this…my family and I are sure having fun reading these stories!!

We had the Blue Angels here in Seattle over the weekend…it sure is exciting when they are here.  They flew over our house quite a few times.

What a fascinating career you had…it’s been fun to read the stories about you on this blog and I am going to try and purchase the book by Lowell Peterson. 

On another note, I have attached a picture that I was wondering if anyone had any information about.  My Grandfather Arthur Fugere is the 2nd boy on the left of the woman in the picture.  We also think that the boy on the far right of the picture is Art’s Brother Louie Fugere.  This picture has been in our family but we’re not sure of the particulars of the event.  Any help would be appreciated.


Kim (Fugere) Ogilvie

Renton, Washington 

Art Fugere is the 2nd Boy from the Teacher’s left and not sure if Louie is the Boy in the far right of the picture


8/7/2012 (1561)

Dale, Darrel and Duane Fugere – Virgil Sebelius – Dancing
Reply from Bill Hosmer (’48): Tucson, AZ
Gary and All on this blog. There has been so many things on our site recently which triggered
a bevy of memories about my early years in Dunseith. Our house was just kitty corner across the street
from the building called “City Hall”.  I remember as it was being built that in the summer time before the upper
structure was completed, people were dancing in the open air and I sat in my front yard and watched.  In the morning I would pick up the empty bottles in the ditch by our yard and get a penny a piece.  Later, when the
City Hall was completed and I was starting to get interested in “DANCING” I told my mother I wanted to go
and dance, but did not know how to do it.  Mom turned on the radio and positioned me to dance and guided me
through a few steps in our kitchen. The song was “Whispering”.  I went to the dance hall and gave John Awalt my dollar, got my hand stamped in ink that lasted a month, and walked onto the dance floor.  I stood around and waited for “Whispering” to be played by Bun Batson and his group from Rolla.  While I was waiting I mingled with the likes of some farm kids all spruced up in their white starched shirts, turned up at the cuff two times. They were Dale, Darrel, and Duane Fugere.  I thought they were the toughest guys off the farm I ever saw.  Also there was another guy named Virgil Sebelious who could do one armed chins on that
bar which was inside the main door of the dance hall.  Hell, I was just beginning to realize the attributes of
the farm boys who came to town and bedazzled all the girls we town guys were trying to impress. I stuck around and waited for “Whispering” which never happened.  Later on I became aware of the fact that you
could dance to different tunes with the same  “two step”.  Damn, dancing always has been a challenge.

Anyway, to make a story a little longer, I waited all evening to have the band play “Whispering”, which never
happened, so I never did a dance.
Later on, like maybe like maybe 35 years later I was the commander of an Air Force outfit here in Arizona
My wife, Pat, who has now passed away, and I were at a dance at the air base.  There was a band and a
dance floor. She noticed that they were playing ” Whispering” and said that we should dance to that first
song of my dancing career. So we did.  That damned band played “Whispering” for 30 minutes and all the women in the outfit cut in and made me dance my feet off to that song for longer than I wanted. But you know, I can dance to that song in my sleep. And sometimes I do just that.  

  In any case, the simple things in life that happened in Dunseith stay with me, and I’m approaching the age
of 82, and that is something way beyond my early expectations.  I used to fly with a guy, who is gone now, who used to say,  “Hoz, if we live to be older than 40, we haven”t been doing our job… I did not agree with
him, and he lived to be 75.  So  there it is.   Bill Hosmer

With today being a light day and with so many folks having been added to our distribution in the past several years, the following deserves a re-run.
Folks, In the early 60’s Bill and his Thunderbird team, on their way to do performances at some of the larger cities, did several shows (fly overs) over Dunseith. The following is some of the comments of those shows and once we had Bill on line, his comments that follow.
Following his stint with the Thunderbirds, Bill was the lead pilot for many bombing raids over North Vietnam.  Many of the planes in his squadron were shot down and pilots taken prisoners with these raids.  Bill is featured numerous times in a book titled “The Birds Were Silver Then”,  by Lowell Peterson.
Bill, you are truly one of our home town hero’s and a very modest one too.
Thunderbird stories Previously posted
Dunseith Thunderbird stories posted on 12/27/2007 With Bill’s reply that follows

Bill Hosmer,

I thought I’d share with you and the Dunseith Alumni some of the memories that folks have of you and the famous Thunderbirds.  I’ve attached a few messages that our class of 65 generated this last April when our subject of discussion for the day was you and those planes performing over Dunseith.  Last winter our class members would have, almost live discussions, on various topics and this was one of them.


The first message I just received yesterday from Ron Longie also from our class of 65.  All the other messages down to Deb Morinville’s were generated last April.



Ron Longie’s reply to Bill Hosmer:


I truly enjoyed reading Bill Hosmers email, the memories came flooding back about the old skating rink sitting in the warm up shed retying skates, warming hands and feet what a memory. I thank you Bill for the trip down memory lane, and I also like Bill Grimme remember the pass over of the jets what a day. Thanks again for all the names of people that I had forgotten.

                                                                   Ron Longie

On 4/23/07, Gary Stokes  wrote:

 Larry, Again you are a wonderful writer and story teller.
 Colette, I think your Uncle Bill Hosmer was part of these Thunderbird  shows
 that Larry is talking about.

 Wonderful story from Larry Hackman

 Gary & Bill & Paul

 Did you read about the Blue Angle pilot crashing yesterday and getting
 killed at a flight demonstration. That brought back a memory when the
 Thunderbirds would come and fly over Dunseith.  They would fly over and  do a
 few maneuvers usually about once a summer or when ever they were in the
 area.  I remember they would come right down main street what seemed as low
 as tree top high.  The street lights would start rattling and the next  thing
 that happened was there was five jets following each other right down main
 street. It really made you stop what ever you were doing and pay
 attention.  If I remember correctly is that they would even break the
 berrier a few times just to make sure that everyone would come out of their
 houses to watch the show.  That was still legal in them days,(You know,  way
 back when). Mostly I think it was to get the Hosmer families
 attention. Colette’s uncle was one of the pilots if I remember correctly.
 Then for the closing of their demonstration they would come flying down main
 from the north end of town. They would come so low and so fast that the  top
 of street light poles would be sucked in and touch, creating arches from  one
 end of main to the other end.  They would have to have the fire dept. go  out
 the next day with the ladder truck to streighten the poles back out.  I
 always thought the town  would have looked better with the arches, and
 really would have looked good at Christmas.  You know with the arches
 decorated with Christmas lights and such. It really would have created a
 amazing sight in the dark of night. If you can emagine.  You know, that  is a
 helluva idea for the street dance during the reunion. You can just  emagine
 everyone doing the snake dance (or is that crack the whip) down main  under
 the arches.  Maybe someone ought to pass that idea onto someone.  But I
 think Colette’s uncle retired. Its really to bad about that Blue Angel
 Pilot.  We must all say a prayer for the well being of his family.
 You all take care and smile,


Colette Hosmers reply:
 Gary and Larry,

 Great memories.  Actually, Bill was my cousin — my Uncle Jack
 Hosmer’s oldest son.  Bill and his wife, Pat, have a cabin at Lake
 Metigoshe and have spent the summers there for years now.  Bill still
 tells great stories about those days. One was that Uncle Jack had to
 walk down to Casey Sine’s store the next morning to offer an apology.
 Casey got skinned up when he “hit the asphalt” as the jets thundered
 down main street at the end of their performance.

 Larry – I also like the idea of the arched street lights.


Allen Richard’s Reply:
Bill Hosmer, one of Jack Hosmer’s older sons was a pilot with the Air Force Thunderbirds in the 60’s.  They were performing at the Minot Air Base and did an impromptu short show above Dunseith Min street.  I was mowing hay in a road ditch along Highway 3– Getting buzzed by an F-100  (yeah that is what they flew back then)  at 500 mph is a true religious experience.
By the way, after Bill Hosmer left the he did some test pilot work and demonstrations for Cessna–Great guy and fun to talk with.  Last I saw him he was living @Lake Metigoshe  God — been gone so long I forgot how to spell it!  Anyway Collette or Jess might know his whereabouts.
Bill Grimme’s reply:

Great stuff! The Thunderbirds were a big part of our younger days. I
remember hearing rumors that there might be a flyover (I’m sure an official
announcement would not have been allowed). Seems like it always corresponded
with some event at Minot AFB. We would wait in anticipation on the day and
still be surprised when the Thunderbirds made the first pass. Cakes fell,
kids and adults ran outside, Brownie cameras were pointed to the sky (doubt
that the pictures turned out) and, as Colette has shared, Dunseith citizens
skinning their knees when they hit the deck. What a day!

Here is a good link to the Thunderbird history. Colette’s cousin is
prominent in the article.


Colette’s Hosmer’s reply:
Hey Bill,

 I replied to the Thunderbird story before I read your e-mail.
 So….one real live account of a “man” actually hitting the deck.
 Another one was Jimmy McKoy.  He was up on the roof of the Crystal
 Cafe to get a better view of the show.  He swore, that when the planes
 came down main street, if he wouldn’t have flattened out he would have been hit!


Susan Fassett’s reply:

The story I remember is that a lot of the older folks in town thought we were being attacked by the Russians when the planes came flying so low over the town.  I remember standing in the alley behind our house and you could see the pilots in the planes very clearly,  as low as they were.  It was a real treat for us small town kids.   Susan

Message I got yesterday from Deb Morinville Marmon:
Dear Gary,
Merry Christmas!! Are you overwhelmed yet? My goodness, this list is taking on a life of it’s own!
My mom, Frances Morinville used to tell this story of the day the “Thunderbirds” came to town (pretty much unannounced)
Back in those days the big threat to the USA was the USSR.  Everyone talked about the “communists”. Mom and Dad talked about them so much I came to think I could identify one if they walked down the street kind of like a Martian or other alien. Anyway, Mom said that one of the jets came really low right over main street.  The door opened at the store and an elderly woman came in, white as a sheet.  Mom got her sat down in the chair by the window and after she could catch her breath she said “I think the communists are attacking!”  Mom told that story for years, she got such a kick out of it. I also remember forming a caravan to the Minot Air Base to watch the air show. It was one of the thrills of my childhood years.  Thanks Bill, for the joy of those days and also for your service to our country.
Merry Christmas to all my old “homies”
Deb Morinville Marmon
Bill Hosmer’s comments & Reply: Thunderbirds

       Thank you for taking the time to comment on that brief period of
time in a long life.   The flattery I’m experiencing is a gift from
you all, and that is important to me.  By the way I answered a
direct mailing from Susan Fassett, so she was not included in this
series of observations and impressions response.

      Just to clarify a couple of impressions, we did not do any
supersonic maneuvers.  The explosive sound that was heard was in all
likelihood, the afterburner which is a loud and sudden explosive
acceleration which that engine incorporated.  The solo pilots used
it more than us working guys in the formation, although it’s
possible anytime.  On one of the South American shows we did in 1961
the President of Paraguay asked our lead to do a supersonic pass.
He explained that the shock wave might possibly break many windows
in the air terminal.  The president said, “This is my country, and
those are my windows”. So the leader had the solo to open the show
with a boom.  No windows were broken, but they had alot of tape
helping to withstand the shock.

       What caused KC Sine to fall was not in the plan, but it happened
like this:   As lead headed us toward Minot, I asked him permission
to do a slow pass down main street. I wanted to see if my folks
were at our store on main street.  I was low and very slow with my
landing gear down. Unknown to me the other wing man pulled out of
the formation, got behind me a good distance then lit the
afterburner, accelerated to nearly 500knots, flew UNDER me as we
passed the bank on the corner.  KC explained to me when Dad and I
went to apologize, he had that masterful fast paced dialogue with a
little swearing going on, telling me, that fast one was going to
kill him  right in front of his store,etc, etc, then he ended his
tirade, he said, “hey kid, wanna banana?”  I’d heard that many
years before that Sept day in 1961. What a piece of work that man

        There are Thunderbird reunions every other year in Las Vegas where
we get together with us oldtimers, and all the teams before and
after us, and are treated to a private air show by the current
team in their beautiful F-16 aircraft at Nellis AFB.  This year it
was last month. The number of attendees from our earlier teams are
less and less, but it is like being in Dunseith at our famous
100th and125th Celebrations to see all the generations in
attendance, to give the heart a tug, and the mind a blast of

        I did eject from the airplane I flew to ND about two weeks after
we had been there.  It was not at a show, but during our arrival
maneuvers at a Navy Base in Rhode Island, I had the engine quit
running, tried some emergency airstarts, tried to position the
bird to make a dead stick (engine out) pattern, but was too low,
so ejected without injury, and flew the spare airplane in the show
the next day. The other one exploded in an empty field with no
damage to anything on the ground, except the dirt.   I landed in a
tree and I was not as good a tree climber as I was down at Willow
Creek, but shoot.

        I’m hoping someone can figure out the best way to get us in
computer contact on a regular basis.  I can contribute $$, but my
brain power is limited.

          Cheers and Happy New Year to you all, and thank you from my
heart. Bill Hosmer


8-6-2012 (1560)

Reply to Happy birthday message
From Tina Pladson Bullinger (’78):  Bottineau, ND
Thanks Gary!!
You are so welcome Tina. Hope you had a good one.  Gary
Reply to yesterday’s Blog
From Dale Pritchard (’64): Leesville, LA


Teri Vandal.  Would this pretty young lady be Mike and Sandra’s daughter?

Tina.  I know who this pretty young lady is.  Prior to seeing you in Bottineau a couple years ago, the last time was when you were maybe 7 years old.  You have done well, Tina, as have the rest of your family.

Gary, you are right on the “H” International memories.  One of those was part of my life from about 7 or 8 years old until 1994 when I was – well, somewhat older.  We also had a smaller Case tractor somewhat larger than a Ford of that time.  They were both workhorses that only quit for gas.  I remember one time when we were putting up the hay at Long Lake.  I left home at 7:00 in the morning with some lunch and a full tank of gas (5 gallons) in the Case.  I spent the forenoon mowing one field and the afternoon raking another.  At 6:00 on the way home, the Case ran out of gas between home and Clarence Hagen’s and left me with a half mile walk.  They both sold at the estate sale after my Dad passed away. 


Yes Dale, Teri Zeiler Vandal is Mike and Sandra’s daughter. You guessed it right.
Reply from Kim Fugere Ogilive:   Renton, WA

Thank you Carmen for the post about our families relationship…I know that my siblings and I have always thought of you and Floyd as our Aunt & Uncle and I know that you both mean a lot to our parents.  Every summer when we came to ND for a visit we couldn’t wait to visit your farm. 

Also, a shout out to Allen Richard & Dick Johnson for taking the time to share their stories about my Dad…it really means a lot to me!!

My Dad’s been gone for 7 years now and I still miss him terribly.

 –Kim Fugere Ogilvie

Stone Church 
Reply from Diane Larson Sjol (’70):  Minot, ND

About the Stone Church in Dunseith….when we were little kids, we used to go and play with the Morinville’s or visit our cousins the Hosmers and go and play on the steps of the Methodist Stone Church….it is a landmark of Dunseith and the great times we had there as kids.


Penny Postcards
From Brenda Hoffman (‘DHS 68):

What did your town look like according to Penny Postcards?
Check out your old stomping grounds during the times of the penny postcard.
Click on the state and then on the county name to see old penny picture postcards from that area. 

Click here>> Penny Postcards

Peace Garden
Posting from Neola Kofoid Garbe:  Bottineau & Minot, ND.
Posting of the day
From Doreen Larson Moran (BHS ’61):  Usk, WA & Hazelton, ND

Those who grew up in small towns (or on the farm) in the 50’s or 60’s will laugh, and relate, when they read this.Those who didn’t, will be in disbelief and won’t understand how true it is.

1) You can name everyone you graduated with.

2) You know what 4-H/FFA means.

3) You went to parties at a pasture, barn, gravel pit, river bank  or in the middle of a dirt road. On Monday you could always tell who was at the party because of the scratches on their legs from running through the woods when  the party was busted

4) You used to “drag/cruise” Main St. or the Highway.

5) It was cool to date somebody from the neighboring town.

6) The whole  school went to the same party after graduation.

7) You didn’t give directions by street names but rather by references.

Turn by Nelson’s house, go 2 blocks to Anderson’s, and it’s four houses left of the track field.

8)The golf course had only 9 holes.

9) You couldn’t help but date a friend’s ex-boyfriend/girlfriend.

10) Your car stayed filthy because of the dirt roads, and you will never own a dark vehicle for this reason.

11) The town next to you was considered ‘trashy’ or ‘snooty,’ but  was 

actually just like your town.

12) You referred to anyone with a house newer than 1950 as the ‘rich’ people.

13) The people in the ‘big city’ dressed funny, and then you picked up the trend 2 years  later.

14) Anyone you wanted could be found at the local gas station, the dairy bar, or pool hall.

15) You saw at least one friend a week driving a tractor through town or one of your friends driving a grain truck to school occasionally.

16) The coach suggested you haul hay for the summer to get stronger.

17) Directions were given using THE stop light as a reference. What

stop light?  Not one in our small town.

18) When you decided to walk somewhere, 5 people would pull over and ask if you wanted a ride.

19) Your teachers called you by your older siblings’ names.

20) Your teachers remembered when they taught your parents.

21) You could charge at any local store or write checks without  any ID.

22) There was no McDonalds.  But we had the Clara’s cafe.

23) The closest city was an hour away.

24) Most people used reel type/push lawn mowers.

25) You’ve pee’d in a wheat field/cornfield/hayfield/barn lot.

26) You  probably started driving a tractor to plow/disc/etc. by the time you were 10 years old.

27) Most people went by a nickname.

28) The guys kept their guns in the car/truck so they could go hunting after school.

29) They had been hunting with a gun since they were 7 years old.

30) The car/truck you drove belonged to dad and was probably the only family vehicle besides the tractor and grain truck.

31) Eight out of ten high school boys, could tune a car’s engine; four out of ten could rebuild that engine.

32) There was a huge crowd in town on Saturday night.

33) Farmers could actually “trade” their eggs/milk/cream/chickens for groceries and other goods at some of the local stores.

34)  You had heard of but not yet seen a TV program.

35) You laughed your butt off reading this because you know it  is true.

And, you forward it to everyone you know who may have lived in a small  town so they can laugh ,too.

I would not have wanted to have been raised any other way!!! 

It was “the best”!


8/5/2012 (1559)

               Happy Birthday Tina Pladson Bullinger (’78): Bottineau, ND                                           jtbullin@utma.com

Dales Fugere’s relationship ties to the Richard’s
Reply from Carmen Richard:  Rolette, ND
Reply to Allen Richard–Dale’s grandmother- Rebecca Greenwood  Fugere and Floyd ,Stella and Art’s grandmother- Aglae Greenwood  Richard -were sisters.
Thanks Carmen,
That would make Dale Fugere a 2nd cousin to Floyd, Stella and Art Richard.  Not really that distant.  Pretty close relationship. 
This “H” International Farmall should bring back a few memories. 

8/4/2912 (1558)

Happy Birthday Pam Wenstad Lane (DHS ’78): Dunseith, ND
Belated Happy birthday’s to 1967 class mates ( Allen Stokes, Joan LaCroix and Carol Pritchard)
From Patti Metcalfe (’67):  Dunseith, ND
A belated Happy birthday to my classmates of 1967. Allen, Joan, and Carol! 
Seems like yesterday we were walking the halls of good old DHS.
I retired a year ago and am totally enjoying it.
Dunseith Stone Church
Question from Blanch Wicks Schley (’42):  Grand Forks, ND
What is the history on the stone church in Dunseith?  In the ’30’s. we lived in Dunseith and attended there as Methodists.
I remember that at one point, the pastor lived in Dunseith and later, the Rolla and Dunseith churches were served by a pastor living in Rolla.  Rutledge was the pastor who served the Dunseith Methoist congregation and Lindstrom lived in Rolla.  He officiated at my sister, Marjorie’s funeral (Born April 24, 1914 – Died March 4, 1934). It is interesting that the building is still the home of a church group.
You have a remarkable memory to remember this level of detail nearly 70 years ago. You are to be commended. I included the birth and death dates of your sister Marjorie too. Is she buried at Little Prairie?
Below, I have included a picture of the Stone Church. What a beautiful building.
Dale Fugere
Reply from Dick Johnson (’68):  Dunseith, ND
Gary and Friends,

      In response to Kim Fugere Ogilvie’s request for stories of her
dad,  Dale Fugere,  I have one that I can pass along.   When I was
probably around 5 or 6 years old,  Patty Fassett and I were going to go
the the old skating rink by the city hall to do a little afternoon
skating.  We put our skates on and headed out on the ice and pretty soon
realized our skates were a bit dull and were not biting on the ice very
well.  Patty said she thought we should go and find someone who could
sharpen them.  I knew Dale Fugere had a grindstone over at his shop.
This was before he was at the Stone Garage and was in a shop on the
south end of the block where the Dunseith Nursing Home is now located.
Billy Lawrence’s blacksmith shop was on the northwest corner and Dale’s
shop was on the southwest corner of the same lot.  We took off our
skates and headed over to see if Dale would sharpen them for us.  He had
someone there and was working on the guy’s vehicle but said it would
take just a minute to sharpen our skates so the guy said to go ahead.
Dale sharpened both sets and then we asked him how much it costs to do
that?—little kids!  He just stood there for a couple seconds and
thought and then said,   “You can give me a little kiss right here on
the cheek and we will call it paid.”  He was talking to Patty but I
thought,  “OH NO,  I don’t want to kiss Dale!”  She gave him a peck on
the cheek and Dale said,  “There,  your both paid.”  Whew, lucky me.  We
headed back to the rink with sharp skates.

     Dale’s portable fish house was built from a cut off ’49-’50 Hudson
four door car.  The engine and front fenders had been removed and the
frame V’d in to make a hitch on the front.  He took out the interior and
made some holes in the floor to ice fish through. It was painted dark
blue.  I wasn’t real old but was sure impressed with his invention.  He
was over at the Stone Garage when he made this rig and he had it parked
across the street to the south in the open area behind the Corner Bar.
I used to stop and look it over on my way to school.  I have no idea
where it went after that.  It was a cool rig,  I do remember that.
Thanks Gary!


Dale Fugere
Reply from Allen Richard (’65):  Midland, MI.

I remember the Casavant boys and me going to the bakery for our 3 Bismark for a quarter noon lunch and stopping by Dale’s to play ping pong and finish our lunch. 
Dale was one helova mechanic.  I’m some how related to the Fugeres.  Can’t quite remember how–Carmen Richard would know.
Allen Richard

What a beautiful Picture. I just had to share.

Joan LaCoix Lannie (67)
Another Beautiful picture that I’d like to share.
Joan, I am assuming these are your granddaughters who helped you celebrate your recent birthday? The cake says 64.  You most certainly look many many years younger.  You are the youngest of your sisters too and to think that your mother is still very healthy and vibrant too is remarkable.  
Joke of the day
Posted By Neola Kofoid Garbe:  Bottineau & Minot, ND

The longest password ever


 We laugh — but her I. D. is safe.

During a recent password audit by a company, it was found that an employee was using the following password:


When asked why she had such a long password, she rolled her eyes and said: “Hello! It has to be at least 8 characters and include at least one capital.”


8/3/2012 (1557)

       Happy Birthday Bill Pritchard (BHS ’67): Bottineau, ND
Reply from Verena (Pete ’65) Gillis:  Dunseith, ND
> Hi Gary,
Sorry for not responding right away, been a very, very busy month for us
at the Gillis home.  We had company from Montana, Kansas and Michigan,
phew, what a busy time!  Sorry we missed out on the meeting with Phyllis
and all who attended.  This week we travel to Grand Forks to attend our
neice Angie Gillis’s graduation.  She is receiving her doctorette in
psychology and we are so very proud of her.  So looks like a family
gathering over there taking place.  Hope you had a good summer and maybe
will catch you all next visit.  Take care.

Verena and Pete

PS:  Pete is doing very good, had 6 chemo sessions, PSA went back down and
the tumor shrunk some so they are just going to monitor him now very

Dale Fugere
Reply/picture from Kim Fugere Ogillie: Renton, WA.
Hi Gary,

Thank you for posting my message on your blog.  I have spent many hours reading past posts in my quest for genealogy information and am excited to be on your distribution list.

I have attached the picture of my Dad in his shop in Dunseith in 1959 and would love to see any pictures that anyone has…or hear about their memories.

My Dad’s twin brother was Darrel Fugere (Willow city) married to Esther Cote Fugere and Duaine (Dunseith) married to Donna Norby Fugere, is his brother.  Their sister is Wilma Fugere Evans of Devils Lake.

Lois Tweten’s father Kenneth Tweten was my Mom’s (Donna Jean Tweten Fugere) brother. My Mom was born in Rolette and is the daughter of John & Lillian Tweten.

I had emailed my mom some of the stories about Dad’s garage from your blog and she emailed me back with these comments that I thought you’d like to see.  She said:

Donna Jean TwetenFugere’s comments

This is an interesting article. I remember  a lot of the history of these garages these people commented on, and of course the part Dad

played in all of that. I don’t remember the ice house they talked about, but I hope you can find out more about it, Kim.


I haven’t seen Dick Johnson for many years, but I worked with his Mom, Bernice at the Bank in Dunseith. Dick was quite young when

his parents, Don & Bernice were murdered in their home north of Dunseith.  They were both such nice people & I felt so sorry for Dick.

He was the only child they had. Mom

 I am currently working on a Fugere/Tweten Family Tree that is posted on Ancestry.com.  I wanted to create a central family tree online for people to be able to view for many generations to come. Anyone is free to make comments on pictures that they have information about, or a story to tell.  Corrections to anything I have posted in error is greatly appreciated and will be welcomed.  Each person that is on the Tree has their own “Profile Page” that tells their personal history. They can add as little or as much as they would like.  Even non-family members are encouraged to add to the tree as they too are part of our families history.

If anyone has something they’d like to add to the tree, I would be thrilled to have it.  Below are some ideas that I came up with:

Pictures….A Graduation picture for each person’s profile picture would be nice…or any favorite pictures that you may have from your personal collection…  Wedding pictures…Baby pictures…Kids School pictures…Baptism…Confirmation…First Communion…Headstones…Birth Announcements…Trophies…Rewards…Metals…Sports…Family Reunion Pictures…fun stuff from your yearbook…band pictures…

Documents such as…Newspaper articles… Obituary’s… Marriage, Birth or Death Certificates…War Records…Land Purchases… Diplomas…Rewards…School Records …Church records…even favorite recipes!!!

I also thought it would be fun to see if we could get people to write stories about… “Days Gone By”…that “Special Relative”… “I Remember When” stories… “What it was like to Grow up when they did”… “Happy or Sad Events” in their lives… “Funny Stories” … “War Times”… “School Days”… “Poems”…. The sky’s the limit!!! 

For Privacy reasons the Tree is set as “Private”  at ancestry.com so that the public is not able to view it.  If someone on your Blog would be interested in viewing our Tree, all they would have to do is give me their email address so I can send them a formal “invitation” thru ancestry.com.  There is no fee to view the tree.  I would love to exchange pictures, stories, information, etc. with anyone interested.  I am more than willing to pay for printing, copying, shipping expenses, etc.

My Mom & I have just come back from a 5 week trip to North Dakota, Minnesota, Wyoming and Wisconsin in search of genealogy information. The Fugere side of my family had a fantastic Family Reunion in Minot and my Auntie Eleanor (Tweten Mattson)  turned “90” on June 27th and we had a great time visiting with everyone at her party in Rolette.  It was a trip that I will never forget.  I will be adding lots of stuff to the tree in the upcoming weeks.

Thank you for sharing all of this with your readers.


Kim (Fugere) Ogilvie

2600 NE 6th PLace

Renton, Washington 98056

Hm. 425-255-3623

Cell 206-683-1008


8/2/2012 (1556)

Happy Birthday Bill Grimme (DHS ’65): Birmingham, AL.
Happy Birthday Florence Hiatt Dahl (DHS ’50): Anchorage, AK
Stone Garage
Question from Marge Longie Langan Wilcox (’56):  Vancouver, WA.

Gary wasn’t the stone garage owned by Joe Lamoureux?
Consequently I have been away from the Dunseith area since 1963
Stone Garage
Reply from Lloyd Awalt (’44):  Bottineau, ND
Hi Gary,    
The stone garage. Ray Lake built the garage in 1939.  Him and his brother operated it till Dale Fugere bought it.   I worked for Dale for awhile when he first started.  Yes Dick, I remember the fish house.  I’m trying to think of who bought it from Dale.    I think some one else had it before Orlan bought it and made a bar. Lloyd
Randy and Cheryl Kester Gaugler in China
Picture/message from Cheryl Kester Gaugler (’69):   North Brunswick, NJ


Randy was working with the Chinese Academy of Science for two months in Harbin, so I joined him for a month.  We were fortunate getting to travel to Hong Kong, Macau, Guilin, Kunming and Xian before heading home.  Had a great time seeing the exotic sites-this one shows the karst formations Guilin is famous for with the Li River in the background.  It was a gorgeous day of sightseeing!

Really enjoy your blog and am thankful you are so dedicated.  Thank you for a little bit of home!  Cheryl

Dunseith News
Posted by Neola Kofoid Garbe:  Bottineau & Minot, ND
Joke of the day
Posted by Neola Kofoid Garbe:  Bottineau & Minot, ND
An Irishman, a Mexican and a Blonde Guy were doing construction work on scaffolding on the 20th floor of a building.They were eating lunch and the Irishman said,”Corned beef and cabbage! If I get corned beef and cabbage one more time for lunch, I’m going to jump off this building.” 

The Mexican opened his lunch box and exclaimed, “Burritos again! If I get Burritos one more time, I’m going to jump off, too.”

The blonde opened his lunch and said,” Bologna  again! If I get a bologna sandwich one more time, I’m jumping too.”

The next day, the Irishman opened his lunch box, saw corned beef and cabbage, and jumped to his death. 

The Mexican opened his lunch, saw a Burrito, and jumped, too. 

The blonde guy opened his lunch, saw the bologna and jumped to his death as well.

At the funeral, the Irishman’s wife was weeping. She said, “If I’d known how really tired he was of corned beef and cabbage, I never would have given it to him again!”

The Mexican’s wife also wept and said, “I could have given him tacos or enchiladas! I didn’t realize he hated Burritos so much.”

Everyone turned and stared at the blonde’s wife. The blonde’s wife said,

“Don’t look at me. He makes his own lunch.”


8/1/2012 (1555)

Happy Birthday to Allen Stokes
From Mark Schimetz (’70):  Rolette, ND
Happy Birthday Allen! I will never forget the screaming ride in your !960 Ford with the 410 CI: engine, as the gears were shifting and navigating the curves on the the Lake Road. That was a blast!
Allen does not have email, but I will relay your message to him when I call him tomorrow.
Allen did have a reputation for fast cars that could out run most anything. He had quite a collection in the back farm yard of my folks farm too. One day my mother got discussed with the whole collection and had a car crusher come in and remove the whole lot. There are many many Allen Stokes car stories all of which he confesses up to today too. His side of those stories are very interesting too.
Reply to yesterday’s joke posted by Evie Gottbreht Pilkington (’65)
From Iris (Bedard) Wolvert: Willow City, ND
Got a good chuckle reading the post about Charlie..keep them coming!!
Dunseith Web Site
Reply from Kim Fugere Ogilvie: Renton, WA
Hello Kim,
How wonderful it is to hear from you. Unfortunately your email address and picture did not follow with your posting. Please send your email address and that picture directly to my email address gws123456@hotmail.com once I get your email address it will be our pleasure to add you to our email distribution.
Yes, the Stone garage has been mentioned frequently. Many of our readers will remember your parents too. I am very sure that all of the Dunseith/Omemee/Willow city Fugere families are related. Where does your family fit into this relationship. Francis lived in Bottineau and Duane and Darrell were Dunseith. Lois Tweten is also one of our readers. I am assuming your mother and her are related too?
Many of our readers will be very happy to see your posting. 
Kim Fugere’s Comments:
Hi Gary, I am the daughter of Dale Fugere and Donna Jean Tweten
Fugere.  My grandparents were Art & Josie Fugere.  I have been enjoying your
website and would like to be added to your distribution list.  I am
researching my families genealogy and have found your website very helpful.
I am also attaching a photo of my Dad in his Stone Garage in Dunseith.  I
see there have been many posts about it.  I am wondering if anyone has a
picture of the   portable Fish House my Dad made that Dick Johnson was
talking about in his 8-1-2010 comment.  Posted on August 1, 2010
Reply from Dick Johnson (68): Dunseith, ND,
Gary and Friends,
Folks have been replying about the owners and operators of the Stone,Garage on
Main street in Dunseith. I remember that in the late ?50s or,early ?60s it
was run by Dale Fugere. Dad bought a yellow ?51 Studebaker,from Dale at the
garage. The car had been owned by Carl Lider and must,have been traded in or
left there to be sold by Dale. One of the things,that Dale had and had
probably made there was a portable fish house for,ice fishing. He removed
the front fenders and hood from an old Hudson,car and then welded a hitch to
the front to tow it to the lake. He had,painted it dark blue and had it
sitting across the street between the,jail and the Corner Bar. I think this
would have been around 1960, if I,remember right. It was at this same time
that Dale and his wife lost,their first born son. I believe the little boy
was named Miles. He was,explaining it to my dad in the garage when I was
along. I remember how,sad it was to hear him tell about it. Dale might have
been the last,operator of the garage, as a garage. I think Orlan Fuchs
bought it and,opened it as a bar after the Corner Bar burned and it was a
bar until it,closed many years later.
Thanks Gary!,
Dunseith Alumni Donation for the Filipino elderly
With a generous donation from a Dunseith Aluminum, we purchased Rice and can goods and divided them into 20 care packages for the elderly. Some of these folks were just here to pick up their goodies. They were so happy. There are days that some of these folks go without food, so this donation was very much appreciated.
The Filipino government considers a family of 5 with an income of $1.50 or less per day as being poverty.  Those earning more are not considered  poverty. For survival you would be amazed so see some of the food these folks eat. They’ve developed some really good immune systems.
Joke of the day
Posted by Judy Allery Azure (’65):  Bismarck, ND
Three women die together in an accident  And go to heaven

When they get there, St. Peter says,
‘We only have one rule here in heaven:
Don’t step on the ducks!!!’

So they enter heaven, and sure enough,
There are ducks all over the place.
It is almost impossible not to step on a duck,
And although they try their best to avoid them,
The first woman accidentally steps on one.

Along comes St. Peter with the ugliest man she ever saw.
St. Peter chains them together and says,
‘Your punishment for stepping on a duck is to
Spend eternity chained to this ugly man!’

The next day,
The second woman steps accidentally on a duck
And along comes St. Peter,
Who doesn’t miss a thing.
With him is another extremely ugly man.
He chains them together
With the same admonishment as for the first woman.

The third woman has observed all this and,
Not wanting to be chained
For all eternity to an ugly man, is very,
VERY careful where she steps.

She manages to go months
Without stepping on any ducks,
One day St.Peter comes up to her
With the most handsome man she has ever laid eyes on
….. Very tall, long eyelashes, muscular.

St. Peter chains them together without saying a word.

The happy woman says,
‘I wonder what I did to deserve being
Chained to you for all of eternity?’

The guy says,
‘I don’t know about you,
But I stepped on a