11/27/2012 (1658)

Donna Sunderland Leornard (’52) Passed away
Message from Bob Leonard (’51): Dunseith, ND
Hi Everyone:
Want to let all of you know that Donna died November 25, 2012 at St. Andrew’s Medical Center in Bottineau.
She has had a very difficult time this past 7 weeks as a result of breaking her right hip.  It was re-injured twice so had a total of 3 surgeries and ended up with a floating hip which would have resulted in a long slow recovery so she could use the right leg.  We got transferred to Bottineau from Trinity Hospital in Minot last Wednesday afternoon where she would begin physical therapy today.  Her COPD flaired up on Saturday resulting in breathing difficulty, she refused to be put on a ventilator, so they provided her with as much oxygen as they could along with pain medication to keep her comfortable, it continued into Sunday, she went to sleep around 3:00 PM and died between 5:30 and 6:00 yesterday afternoon.
We will be meeting with the funeral director this afternoon, plan on having the funeral either Thursday or Friday at Peace Lutheran Church in Dunseith.
Hello Bob, 
Our condolences are with you and your family with Donna’s passing. This has come as a shock to me and I know for many of our readers too. We know this is a difficult time for you with her passing too. Rest assured we are thinking about you. Donna is resting in peace. 
Take care of yourself,
Posted by Neola Kofoid Garbe:  Bottineau & Minot, ND
Donna Leonard
(July 15, 1934 – November 25, 2012)

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Donna Leonard, age 78 of Dunseith, died Sunday, November 25, 2012 in a Bottineau hospital. A memorial service will be held on Friday, November 30, 2012 at 10:00 A.M. in the Peace Lutheran Church in Dunseith. Burial will be in the Riverside Cemetery, also of Dunseith. There will be no visitation, cremation has taken place.

Reply from Lindy (Arlinda) Fauske Van Eynde (’69):  Yorkville, IL

Hi Gary,
Thank you for the Birthday wishes, I had a very nice day esp. since it fell on Thanksgiving. I have so much to be thankful for, still being able to call my Mom (89) and Dad (92) and they are doing so well. I’m blessed with a beautiful family two little grandchildren.
Enjoyed reading Stan Salmonson message, he was the best bus driver, we all really respected him. Thanks Stan too for the great job you did.
Thanks again Gary for all you do to keep us connected.

11/26/2012 (1657)


Posted by Neola Kofoid Garbe:  Bottineau & Minot, ND
Bill Lamb
November 1, 1934 – November 22, 2012

Willard C. “Bill” Lamb
Bill Lamb 78, Grand Forks, went to be with his Lord, Thursday, November 22, 2012 at Altru Hospital, Grand Forks. “Well Done Good and Faithful Servant” Matthew 25:21
Bill Lamb was born to Robert and Sylvia (Wicks) Lamb on November 1, 1934, at the family farm near Dunseith, North Dakota. Bill went to school and farmed near the International Peace Garden north of Dunseith. Bill married Betty Jane (Schneider) at the Methodist Church in Dunseith, on January 6, 1957. Later that year, they moved to Grand Forks where Bill managed Pierce Trailer Sales. During this time, he also served in the National Guard. In 1960, he began his career with State Farm Insurance where he was an agent for 38 years, until retiring in 1998. Following retirement, Bill devoted his time to Partners in Progress, where he and several business associates, volunteered their time to help save “at risk” farms throughout ND and MN.
Shortly after marrying Betty, Bill become a Born-Again-Christian and devoted his life to furthering the Gospel. He served in leadership and eldership at Bethel Lutheran church, his church home for many years, and with The Fellowship of Christian Athletes. Bill also offered his leadership to numerous civic organizations: as President of Retired Men’s Club; past President of Germans from Russia; past President of Life Underwriters Association; past President of the Dakota Blood Bank (where he was still an active board member); and past President of South Side Development.
One of Bill’s greatest passions was his family and he loved nothing more than spending time (especially at his lake home in Park Rapids) with his son and daughter-in-law and three granddaughters. His friendships also meant the world to him and he and Betty spent many mornings walking at the mall followed by coffee with friends or entertaining friends at home.
Bill is survived by his wife of 55 years, Betty, Grand Forks; his son and daughter-in-law, Matt and Deb Lamb and grandchildren, Allison; Jessica; and Nikki; Woodbury, MN; his sister Priscella (Charles) Anklam, Rolette, ND; sister-in-law Rochelle Schneider, Sioux Falls, SD; brother-in-law and sister-in-law Larry and Phyllis Schneider, Bismarck, ND; and brother-in-law David (Leona) Clark, Newport, WA.
Bill was preceded in death by his parents, brother and sister-in-law, Floyd and Dorothy Lamb; his sister and brother-in-law, Charlotte and Clifford Metcalfe; his sister-in-law and brother-in-law, Doris and Kenneth Brudwick, and his brother-in-law, Stanley Schneider.

A Visitation service will be at Amundson Funeral Home from 5:30 – 7:00 PM, Sunday, November 25, 2012 followed by a prayer service from 7:00 – 7:30 PM. Amundson is located at 2975 South 42nd Street, Grand Forks, ND.

The Funeral Service will be at 11:00 AM Monday, November 26, 2012 at Bethel Lutheran Church located at 1616 South 17th Street, Grand Forks, ND.

Lamb Memories
From Vickie Metcalfe (’70):  Bottineau, ND
Gary and Friends,

Uncle Willard  was a wonderful, kind,  thoughtful uncle.
If I was sick or hurt he’d be the one to call or come to see me.
He often would look at me and say , “Vickie, you look like my mother”.

He was my moms youngest  brother.
Her last years he was ever so faithful calling her.
She called him her baby brother.
He truly made her happy.

I recall the summer I was in Second Grade.
With our  parents;  Floyd and Dorothy and mom and Dad, collaborating.
Martha, Nancy, Dean and I rode the train from Rugby to Grand Forks.
Alone,without any adults.

We farm kids were capable. .
We got to sit in seats facing each other.
Dean and I in one. (Dean at that time was my best friend.)
Martha and Nancy sat across from us in another seat.
The train traveled fast, in the daylight.

Bumpity -Bump down the tracks.
We  four,  all went exploring to the dining car, walking  unsteadily,
into the adjacent cars, the dining car, AND, the bathroom, where the toilet when  flushed  whooosh—–ed!

Willard and Betty met us at the train station in G.F.
They took us to see the sights of Grand Forks, and stay at their first home.
I think they fed us blueberry pancakes.

We stayed there and returned back bumpity- bump on the train
where we were met by our parents.
A GRAND adventure for we 4 kids
with a wonderful  couple who always held the other in high esteem.
Later. V.

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Susan Kay Martin May 15th 1946. My parents wedding in Dunseith ND. They were married at the Lutheran Church. First wedding in that church. Grandpa Wilmar Hayley Fassett, Grandma Katherine Elizabeth Kraft Fassett, William Thomas Fassett, Irene Luella Rennick Watkins Fassett, Gudrun Hjordis Amundson Rennick Watkins, Smith Glen Watkins. Happy Anniversary to Aaron and Sara Gunderson who were married on this date in 1999.
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11/25/2012 (1656)

Memories of Willard Lamb
From Jim Metcalfe (’52):  Kingman, AZ
My heartfelt condolences to the family, relatives and friends of Willard Lamb.
He was in my grade at Hilltop school back in the forties and we graduated together.  He was a really a good friend and we used to visit back and forth spending a day on each others family farms.  Willard (we never used any nickname) 
was a little quieter and less inclined to partying than the rest of our classmates but he still enjoyed visiting and recalling our escapades at ol’ Hilltop.  The last time I saw Willard was at the Dunseith Centennial way back when.  I was shocked and saddened to hear of his passing. I am poorer by one less good friend.
Vickie Hiatt LaFontaine has a new Grandson
Message from Vickie Hiatt LaFontaine (’73):  Grafton, ND
At 938 pm central time my grandson entered the world. He was 3 wks early but he is healthy thank you Jesus . He would of been the great grandson of Norman and Irene Hiatt and Louie and Lillian LaFontaine.
Congratulations Vickie. Is this your first Grandchild?  Gary

Art Hagen (’72) Video
Folks, for those of you with FB, you can view this video of Art on my FB page. It is a good one. Gary
Joke of the day

An older gentleman was on the operating table

awaiting surgery and he insisted that his son,

a renowned surgeon, perform the operation.

As he was about to get the anesthesia,

he asked to speak to his son.

“Yes, Dad, what is it?”

“Don’t be nervous, son; do your best,

and just remember, if it doesn’t go well,

if something happens to me, your mother

is going to come and live with you and your wife….”


11/24/2012 (1655)

      Happy Birthday Lynn McKay (DHS ’82)
Willard (Bill) Lamb passed away.
Posting from Vickie Metcalfe (’70): Bottineau, ND
Gary and friends,

This morning, Friday, Betty Jane called  requested me to notify you and all the Dunseith Blog community the following.

Our beloved, W.C. (Willard Carl) Bill  Lamb passed away yesterday, Thanksgiving Day, November 22, 2012  at a  Grand Forks hospital.

Funeral arrangements are as follows;
7:00  p.m.  Sunday, November  25, 2013   Prayer Service at  Amundson Funeral Home, Grand Forks, ND.
11:00 a.m. Monday, November 26, 2013 Funeral Service at Bethel Lutheran Church, Grand Forks, ND
To mourn  Bill Lamb, in his passing, immediate family; his  wife of 55 years Betty Jane (Schnieder) Lamb,
 His son Matthew Robert Lamb (Deb), and  three beautiful granddaughters.

He also  leaves his sister, L. Priscilla (Lamb) Anklam (Charles) of Rolette, ND.
And,  many Nieces and Nephews, Cousins and Friends.

Preceding Willard in death, were his parents, Robert Eli and Sylvia Arizona (Wicks) Lamb. 
His brother and  his wife,  Floyd W.  and Dorothy Lamb.
His sister and her husband,  Charlotte H. (Lamb) and Cliff  Metcalfe 
His nephew L.Dean Lamb
His parents in law, Sophie and Peter Schnieder II,
His brother -in-law, Stanley Schneider,
And many dear friends and cousins.

Blessed be the memory of Willard Carl Lamb.

God Speed, dear Uncle.

 Vickie Metcalfe
We are so saddened to hear of Bill’s passing. Our condolences are with Betty and the rest of his family with his passing. So so sad.
At the all school reunion in 2007, when we were in Dale’s having Lunch, Bill and Betty were there. I did not know them at the time, but I sure recognized Bill as being a brother to Floyd. I knew he was a Lamb.
Joke of the day

A mechanic was removing a cylinder head from the motor of a Harley motorcycle when he spotted a well-known heart surgeon in his shop.

The surgeon was there, waiting for the service manager to come and take a look at his bike.

The mechanic shouted across the garage, “Hey, Doc, can I ask you a question?”

The surgeon a bit surprised, walked over to the mechanic working on the motorcycle. The mechanic straightened up, wiped his hands on a rag and asked, “So Doc, look at this engine. I open its heart, take the valves out, fix ’em, put ’em back in, and when I finish, it works just like new. So how come I get such a small salary and you get the really big bucks, when you and I are doing basically the same work?”

The surgeon paused, smiled and leaned over, and whispered to the mechanic… 

“Try doing it with the engine running.”


11/23/2012 (1654)

Thanksgiving message
From Dennis Dubois (’73):  Minneapolis, MN.
It’s Thanksgiving day and oh so much to be thankful today. It would take so many pages to list all of my gratefuls. I hope that I can do for others just a little bit of what has been given to me. I am truly blessed to have the life I have. I hope the rest of you have just some of what I have been given and had done for me in this life. Thanks Mom and Dad. Thanks to my teachers. Thanks to all of te people from Dunseith, who set such a fine example (I didn’t always follow it) for me to live by. Oh, heck, I could go on and on, but you get the point. Let me not forget, thank you God. 

Allard Photo
Hopefully I have this labeled correctly. If not please let me know.  Gary
Ackworth School
Thanksgiving in Cebu, Philippines
We had a fabulous Thanksgiving last night at our good friend, Marina’s, restaurant. She prepared a genuine Thanksgiving dinner just for our group of friends. There were 72 of us in all that attended. She had four turkeys and lots and lots of pies all of which was very delicious. For those of us American’s living  in the Philippines, this was such a treat. 
Following the dinner, the gals and a few guys too, enjoyed some dancing.
Joke of the day
Posted by Art Hagen (’72):  Bottineau, ND and Cebu, Philippines
Makes me proud to be from ND!!!!
 His name was OleHis name was Ole, he was from North Dakota … And he needed a loan.

So… He walked into a bank in New York City and asked for the loan Officer.

He told the loan officer that he was going to Paris for an International
redneck festival for two weeks and needed to borrow $5,000 and that he was
not a depositor of the bank.

The bank officer told him that the bank would need some form of security
for the loan, so the Redneck handed over the keys to a new Ferrari.  The
car was parked on the street in front of the bank.

The Redneck produced the title and everything checked out.

The loan officer agreed to hold the car as collateral for the loan and
apologized for having to charge 12% interest.

Later, the bank’s president and its officers all enjoyed a good laugh at
the Redneck from ND for using a $250,000 Ferrari as collateral for a
$5,000 loan.

An employee of the bank then drove the Ferrari into the bank’s private
underground garage and parked it.

Two weeks later, the Redneck returned, repaid the $5,000 and the interest
of $23.07.

The loan officer said, “Sir, we are very happy to have had your business,
and this transaction has worked out very nicely, but we are a little

While you were away, we checked you out on Dunn & Bradstreet and found
that you are a Distinguished Alumni from The University of North Dakota, a
highly sophisticated investor and Multi-Millionaire with real estate and
financial interests all over the world.

Your investments include a large number of oil wells around Williston, ND.

What puzzles us is, why would you bother to borrow $5,000?”

The good ‘ole boy replied, “Where else in New York City can I park my car
for two weeks for only $23.07 and expect it to be there when I return?”

His name was Ole… .


11/22/2012 (1653)

I want to wish you all a great Thanksgiving wherever you may be.
Thanksgiving is not a Filipino holiday, but we will be celebrating with a few of our Expat friends at a good friend of ours restaurant this evening. Our friend has offered to prepare a traditional American Thanksgiving dinner buffet for our expat (Foreign) group of friends. We have 74 folks signed up for this dinner this evening. Way less than half of us are American’s too. There will be live music and dancing too. It will be a fun evening.
Happy Birthday Lindy (Arlinda) Fauske Van Eynde (DHS ’69): Yorkville, IL
From the Achieves
Back row:    Ydola Pigeon,  Dorothy Strietzel Fassett  , Betty Watshke, Urbain Cote.
Middle row: Howard Landsverk, Bernice Olson Johnson,    Bob Molgard, Shirley Sunderland
Front row:  Patty McAtee, Andre Berube
Methodist/Lutheran Choir Picture:
Back Row: Don Johnson, Findel Helgeson (immigration Inspector who replaced Les Greener), Gary Morgan (young man about town), Don Hosmer, Alan Campbell, Don Kepler, Jerry Williams, Clark Crum, Glen Williams Jr.
Middle Row: Florence Conroy, Jennie Cook, Inez Hosmer, Millie Crum, Don Conroy, Rod Armentrout, Duane Lang.
Front Row: Marjorie Morgan, Elsie Schneider, Mrs. Charles Keplar, Irene Teal, Betty Jane Schneider, Elaine Schneider
Joke of the day
Posted by Larry Liere (’55):  Devils Lake, ND
Thanksgiving Divorce:
 A man in Phoenix calls his son in New York the day before Thanksgiving and says, “I hate to ruin your day, but I have to tell you that your mother and I are divorcing; forty-five years of misery is enough.”
 “Pop, what are you talking about?” the son screams.
“We can’t stand the sight of each other any longer”, the father says. “We’re sick of each other, and I’m sick of talking about this, so you call your sister in Chicago and tell her.”
 Frantic, the son calls his sister, who explodes on the phone, “like heck they’re getting divorced”, she shouts, “I’ll take care of this”.
 She calls Phoenix immediately, and screams at her father, “You are NOT getting divorced. Don’t do a single thing until I get there. I’m calling my brother back, and we’ll both be there tomorrow. Until then, don’t do a thing, DO YOU HEAR ME?” and hangs up.
 The old man hangs up his phone and turns to his wife. “Okay”, he says, “they’re coming for Thanksgiving and paying their own way.”

11/21/2012 (1652)

No blog yesterday.
For the record, I did not get a blog posted yesterday.
Message posted on our Website.
City_State_Country: Vancouver, Canada
Comments: Hi There! I am doing an ancestry search for my mother in law and
came along this blog. One of the older postings May 3 2009 shows a picture
of her maternal grandmother. My mother in laws name is Bessy Margaret Klein
(nee Lafournaise) who also lives in vancouver. I am wondering if there is
any way that I am able to get in touch with the person who posted it as we
have been looking for quite a few years with no avail. Thanks!
Name: Nicole Bedford
Hello Nichole,
I am hoping you will see this message so you can provide us with some contact info. I tried, but was unable to locate a phone number for you in Vancouver, Canada. Can you also let us know the name of your Bessy’s Maternal Grandmother too. Viewing the May 3, 2009 posting, I could not figure out which lady she was.
Feel free to call me too. If I am not around, please leave a message. (360) 362-1222 
Thanks, Gary Stokes

Reply to Larry Hackman’s Marble game boards
From Dick Johnson (’68):  Dunseith, ND
Gary and Friends,

     Larry Hackman surely did a nice job on making the old fashioned
marble game boards.  My grandma had one that was similar and I don’t
know where it went through all her moves from place to place.  It was
very old even back in the ’50s.  She taught us how to play several
different games on it.  We shook dice to get our points to move/add the
marbles.  I remember she kept the marbles for the board in a special
little black tin that had a removable lid.  The marbles were a little
different than the ones we played with at school as they were solid
color and a little bit smaller in diameter.  Her game board also had a
wooden border around it that was slightly higher than the board.  For us
kids  that was good because without fail,  someone would bump the board
and send the marbles all over as they just sat lightly in the holes.
With the old hardwood floors, we would have been looking for them all
over the place. Thanks for the memory Larry.  Quoting my old friend
Larry,  from his story–‘We couldn’t find any marbles.  My daughter
finally found some in New York,  through the internet’.  Larry you are
confirming something we already were suspecting for years.  You lost
your marbles.  I couldn’t resist that for old ‘Half Pint’.  Thanks Gary!


Dunseith Story
Posted By Larry Hackman (’66): Bismarck, ND

Chapter 4

                          Hanging Out at the Used Auto Parts Store 

AUTHOR:  Larry M. Hackman         


New Years Eve

Henry Hackman class of (65) and I, were having a discussion one evening awhile back.  It was right after I submitted that last story about New Years Eve, to Gary.  We were trying to remember when the last New Year’s Eve dance was held in the City of Dunseith for young people.   We came up with Dec. 31, 1958. The reason we remember this date was because a young lady froze her feet that night while walking back into town with only a pair of high heeled shoes to protect her feet from the cold.  Now we think it was a New Years Eve dance, It could have been Prom Night as everyone of the young ladies and gentlemen were dressed to the nines and as we all know it can storm on a given date in North Dakota. The dance would have been in the old City Hall that burned down in the sixties.

The evening started out fairly decent, the weather was cooperating for the big dance.  The young men were all decked out in their suits and ties, the young women were in there prettiest dresses and high heels.  In particular, I remember the dresses the young ladies were wearing. Some of the dresses were very different.  Some were shaped like balloons and some were called sacks and they were of every color and shape.  Apparently the fashions were changing at this time or maybe it was just that my hormones were beginning to pop and I was beginning to notice girls.  I was all of eleven years old at the time, but approaching 12 fast if you what I mean.  There was a lot of excitement as the young men and women went hustling and bustling around town getting ready and getting together for the big dance. 

The reason Henry and I were so aware of what was going on, was that, at this period of our lives we were hanging out in the evenings, up on Main St. at Orville Sutton’s, Used Auto Parts & Repair business that was located in the building across the street from the Crystal Café.  This building was previously known as Richards Variety Store, and after that as Suttons Used Auto Parts Store, After Suttons the store became Berg’s Electric and eventually became Joe Morinville’s Grocery Store.    Mr. & Mrs. Sutton (Orville and Mildred) actually lived in the back of the store with four of their five daughters, Joyce, the twins, Janice and Janet and the youngest girl, Gayle during the school months.  During the summer when there was no school the family would live on their farm.  Their oldest daughter Eileen was in college at the time, and their son, Roger lived on their farm located about halfway between, St. John and Hansboro, ND with his grandparents.  Henry worked on this farm for Mr. Sutton for a couple of summers. 

Henry remembers on one occasion while Orville and he were touring the fields, they noticed that water was flowing from a pipe sticking out of ground.  The flowing water from the artesian well had made a pond around the pipe and was spreading across the field.  Orville turned to Henry and said, “That it was his job, to stop the flow of water coming from that pipe”.  If they couldn’t stop the water, they would never be able to farm that portion of the field.  Henry said, when they got back to the farm, he immediately went to look for something that he could cap that pipe with.  He went through the shop, the barn, the junk pile and everyplace he could think of to look.  He said as he walked through the farm yard looking, that his eyes would always lock onto a shovel that was leaning up against the front of the barn.  

He would look at that shovel, and think, that the handle of that shovel looked to be the right diameter to plug that pipe.   I’m thinking; while he is telling me this story that since we grew up in the trees and brush of the Turtle Mountains, which is purity much a wood culture, that he was thinking of a wood type plug, don’t you?

It was a few days later he said when Orville and he were walking across the farm yard, when Orville happen to notice that the shovel, leaning up against the front of the barn didn’t look quite right.  He asked Henry, what happened to that shovel?  Henry replied that he had sawed off the handle to plug that artesian well out in the field.  Henry said Orville just kind of smiled, and shook his head, and kept on walking.  Henry said it was probably not the correct way, but he thought he had done a purity good job for a twelve year old kid.  Henry said, a piece of that shovel handle and a sledge hammer, purity much shut that artesian down, and the field eventually became dry enough to plow. 

Several of us young fellows about town hung out at Suttons store while they were in town.  It all started with Nina Sutton the Grandmother to the Sutton children.  She moved in and operated the store during the summer months while the family was back on the farm. 

 Orville had made the back part of the store suitable for living quarters and had built shelving and bins in the vacant front portion of the store, and stalked them with used auto parts and left his mother in charge for the summer to sell the parts and run the store.  Nina lived in the back portion of the building. 

One day while walking Main Street a few of us boys decided to go in and check out the new business in town.  This short round lady with silver hair was sitting at the class counter that was located just inside the front door reading the newspaper.  She looked up from her newspaper and greeted us with a big smile and of course wanted to know who we were and where we lived.  The friendly lady asked us if we would like to play a game of marbles.  We, being bored on this bright sunny day and glad to be inside out of the sun, where it was cool, jumped at the chance to do something different.  She invited us back into her living quarters and sat us down at her dining room table.  She went around a corner and came back with a painted sheet of plywood, some marbles, and dies and laid them out on the table.  She asked if we had ever seen or played this game of marbles before, and of course none of us ever had.  Nina’s board was set up for a maximum of four players and could be played by just two players and there were no short cuts, you had to travel around the entire board, by placing your marbles in the indentions drilled in a pattern to follow on the board with your colored marbles. The game is now marketed under the name aggravation and has several short cuts that can be taken by the players as they move their marbles around the pattern on the board. Nina instructed us where to place the marbles on the drilled indentions in the face of the homemade board game.   She informed us of the rules of the game and the object of the game.  The object was to move your four marbles around the board from your home location to the finish line or home base located in front of each player.  You shook the die and moved that number of spaces on the board, if someone’s marble was on the space where you landed you sent that marble back to its home space.  We were having fun and she enjoyed playing the game with us.  It soon became the thing to do that summer of 1957; if we couldn’t find anything else to do we would go play marbles with Nina.  Aggravation is still a fun game to play and to be enjoyed by all.  I still have a copy of Nina’s board game that I made back in the 60’s but now we usually play the manufactured version as six players can sit down and enjoy the game all at once. 

Nina was always glad to see us, and she was soon telling us about her travels.  She showed us little bottles with water, explaining which one was from the Pacific Ocean and the other from the Atlantic Ocean, and had us notice the difference in the amount of salt that had settled to the bottom of each bottle.  No, I don’t remember which ocean contains more salt.  She had us put these large sea shells up to our ears and listen to the roar of the ocean.  Yes, I know.  How did they get the ocean in there, anyway?   We all enjoyed our time with her and also got to know the other members of her family and enjoyed our time with them also.  Besides playing marbles and card games we were soon accompanying Orville down to shanty town where he had a couple of lots with junked out automobiles, where we would get parts and take them back to the store.  There were a lot of car bodies, engines and other metal laying around on them lots.

 Orville told me on one of these trips that if I wanted to make some money that he would give me a dollar for every engine that I tore apart.  Man that sounded good to me.  That was a lot of money back then.  Every night after school I would run home change clothes, grab a crescent wrench, pliers and a screw driver and head down to shanty town.  Never did get a whole engine torn down.  I suppose my mother was happy that I finally gave up on becoming rich tearing engines apart.  The engines in them days were covered with grease and when you got near them, it wasn’t long before you were covered with grease.   When you think back, it makes you wonder what mom thought.  What the hell next?   

Orville was an interesting guy to hang out with!  He always had something on his mind.  One time he brought out his 45 caliber target pistol.  It had a grip designed to fit his hand, way too big for my hand.  He asked if I wanted to shoot it, why of course I wanted to shoot it.  I hadn’t played cowboys with them toy pistols and caps for nothing in my younger years.  He leaned a block of wood up in front of old Seid Kadry’s outhouse, and said that was the target.  Seid Kadry owned operated the Pool Hall just across the empty lot, south of Sutton’s Store.  The outhouse located about 20 feet behind the Pool Hall, was one building with two doors.  It was a duplex.  I suppose they were a his and a hers?  But, I don’t remember any signs being posted on the doors and I don’t remember any hers ever going back there.  Then again, it really didn’t matter as both had a bench with the same size viewing hole cut into the top. I’m sure most people went in, closed the door, looked in the hole and thought or said the same thing, before sitting down to do their business and reading the Sears and Roebuck Catalog. I don’t think there was a catalog in them outhouses neither; I think you were on your own.  Life was tough back in them days.

Orville backed me up about 30’ from that target we had placed up against the outhouse and handed me the pistol and told me to go for it.  I held the pistol straight out in front of me in my right hand sighting through the sights at the block of wood, and slowly squeezed the trigger as he instructed me.  Bang!  The gun fired, my arm bent back and the gun smacked me in the forehead.  Orville, damn near died laughing, and in between choking and laughing, asked me if I wanted to try that again.  This time he suggested that I should try holding the gun with both hands.  I didn’t think so; I didn’t need to be smacked in the head again.  I guess you could say I was a fast learner. 

Thinking back now, it probably wasn’t a good place to be target shooting; didn’t Bill Evans’s Hardware have their propane tanks stored on a platform located on the south side of them outhouses?  You don’t think he was siphoning natural gas from them outhouses to fill those tanks, do you?  I don’t remember seeing any hoses running from under them outhouses to them tanks.  No, I don’t have a clue as what size load Orville had in that pistol, all I remember is my head hurt and I didn’t shoot it again. I suppose it was a teaching moment, anyway, I did learn something.

Orville grew small grains on his farm east of St. John and never ran any cattle.  So, he was always looking for something to occupy his time during the off season.  He at one time started a movie theatre in St, John, started a paving Service out west, and had started an Excavation Business at Rolla, ND.  He wasn’t afraid to try anything. Orville decided to start a Taxi Service in Dunseith, and run it out of his residence and Auto Parts Store. 

Orville Sutton, his son Roger, and a fellow from Canada traveled to New York to a Taxi Cab auction and purchased five used 1957 bright yellow Ford Taxi Cabs. They each drove a vehicle and towed a vehicle back to Dunseith from New York City.  The Canadian fellow took two of the Taxis up to Canada and Orville kept three of them.  Orville sold one and used two for his Taxi business in Dunseith.  Most of his customers were people that worked at the Sand Haven.  So, he to be ready to go whenever there was a shift change.

It was the next morning after the big dance that everyone became aware that one of the high school girls had frozen her feet.  Her folks were in the store talking to Orville about getting him to take their daughter to see a doctor. Apparently her and her boyfriend had driven out west of town to do whatever boys and girls do out west of Dunseith in the dark.  Anyway, the car had become stuck or stalled on them.  They had to walk back into town.  It was cold and the wind was whipping the snow around, it had begun to storm.  I don’t recall how far the young couple had to walk before they were picked up by another young couple and taken to their homes. 

The high school girl with just high heeled shoes on had frozen her feet and needed to go see a doctor.  If you have frozen any part of your body before you know that the freezing part is tolerable it’s the thawing out part of the frozen area of the body that is miserable and painful. It is worse than the worst tooth ache you have ever had.  I am speaking from experience and if you have grown up in North Dakota, I’m willing to bet that you have frozen some part of your body before and know exactly what I am talking about and so I can imagine the pain that this girl was going through during the night. The girl’s dad wanted to hire Mr. Sutton, who ran a Taxi service from his used auto parts store, to take her to a doctor.  Mr. Sutton, wanted to help them out, but due to the storm the night before, nothing was moving, the roads were all blocked.  Orville made some calls and found that the State Highway Dept. was on its way to open up the main highway through town and up to the Sand Haven, “The State Hospital”. 

As everyone waited and watched through the large plate glass windows in the front of the store, the State snow plows blew through town opening up Main Street and the highway up to the state hospital.  The State Highway Dept. always opened the road to the State Hospital first in the area because they knew the people up there had to pull a long shift whenever there was a big storm that blocked the roads, as no one could get there to relieve them and they couldn’t get home anyway, even if they wanted too. They knew that the people at the hospital were tired and wanting to get home to their families. 

The only problem now was to get out the taxi, as Orville had put it in the garage for the night to keep it from getting buried under the heavy snow fall and so it would start when he needed it.  Automobiles were temper mental back in them days. They didn’t start to well when it was cold and the batteries didn’t have the cranking power that they do now. 

The girl and her dad had trudged through the deep snow up to Suttons Store and the girl was still in a awful lot of pain.  The Sutton family were doing all they could to make the father and daughter comfortable. Orville had called the city and asked when they were going to be able to open up the side streets and the alley behind his business, informing the city employee of his predicament and the young ladies problem.  He was told that the equipment to open streets would get there as soon as they could, but they were also having problems due to the amount of snow that fell and that had been blown into large drifts by the wind.  The large drifts were slowing them down and taking up a lot of their time, and so it was going to be awhile before they would be able to get the alley behind Orville’s Store open. 

It was around noon when looking through the front window of the store, someone noticed that across the street sat Glen Johnson’s new Mercury in front of the Garden Tap.  Apparently he was able to get out and get to the bar to do the Sunday cleaning.  The bars were not open Sundays back in them days.  Orville pulled on his parka and headed across the street to the bar.  It wasn’t long before he returned with the keys to the car. The girl, her dad and Orville were off to see the doctor. The girl was given some medication by the doctor to ease the pain and told that her feet would be fine.  She was allowed to return to her home.  She was a very lucky girl.

I remember that I had been admitted to the Rolette Hospital with bronchial pneumonia.  They put me in a room that was just south of the main street entrance to the old two story wood structure that was the original hospital.  There were five beds in that room.  I was situated so I could lie in my bed and see the activity on the street in front of the hospital through the large window.  Across the room from me and off to the side of that window and facing me, lay Earl Myer. I don’t recall what Earl was in the hospital for but I did enjoy his company.  The reason I’m telling you this story is that there was another fellow from Dunseith in the hospital at the time.  He would come by, about twice a day to visit with Earl.  I also knew this fellow from Dunseith.  His name was either DaCeedie or Chick-a mish.   I know these two fellows are different people and I always did mix up the two.  Anyway, one of these guys had frozen their toes on both feet and was in the hospital in Rolette with Earl and me.  His hospital room was located to the west of us in the new part of the hospital, but he would often come by and visit with Earl.  Earl and I would look at each other and grin because we could hear him coming to visit us.  His frozen toes had dried up and they would rattle on the tile floors when he walked. Earl would always raze him about not being able to ever sneak up on anyone ever again.  The rest of his feet from the toes back were wrapped with bandages.  Eventually the doctors removed his toes and then he would just appear in our doorway unannounced.  He would surprise us and then we all have a good laugh, because he didn’t have his rattles anymore.


11/19/2012 (1651)

Reply from Stan Salmonson (’61): salmonso@srt.com Dunseith, ND
 Gary and Friends,

Thanks for all the birthday wishes, e-mails, calls etc. Yes, those school bus driving days are memorable hauling all you kids from the hills. I could share lots of stories!?! A bunch of really good kids. Kind of sad there are no kids up in this area any more.  Those were the “good ol’ days” gone by.

Thanks to you Gary for all your efforts keeping us all connected.

Stan Salmonson (61)

Well written General analogy of the Dunseith Alumni folks
From  Vickie Metcalfe (’67):  Bottineau, ND

It has been said, “1 picture is worth a 1,000 words”.

It is remarkable how well the people who read “The Dunseith Blog”, enjoy being connected and continue to communicate on all the photo’s submitted.

The older pictures bring out the  “Sleuths”.  There are many  who keep us all thinking .  They  are the blog’s “Sherlocks and Watsons.”

Recently, those who  “ponder history ” are having fun working their “Magic Brains”.  (Gary uses his magic jack, with the ability to reach out and  connect with specific questions),  while others are busy computing with their talented brains.   Dick deducts by examining details.  He sees the shiny bar top void of  bottles,  patrons who are all men poised for the eye of a camera.  Floyd with his keen mind and eye, and memory adds to responses. Others come forward with affirmative  or corroborate submissions.   

Is it all good fun for the rest of us, as we eagerly await another piece of the puzzle to be put in place.  We’re now all hooked, who is that fellow with the hat?

I identified the look of pride with the  grandfather,who has calm wisdom sitting next to his daughter.  And, she with the utter wonder and glow of a mother’s love holding her contented babe.

In the recent birthday photo of Don, Carrolls nephew, I deduced from his hat, “Someone believes fish fear him”. He must fish!  Ha! Me,  a  Miss Marple, want 2 be.  I just read too much (Thanks Mrs. Conroy wherever you are.)

Finally,I all notice the relaxed camaraderie with the Cebu folks on the other side of the world.   Thanks Gary for  the connectedness you, have provided.


Reply from Trish Larson Claybaurgh (’73):  Portola Valley, CA
So glad to hear that Bernadette has a treatable ulcer.  I hope the pain quickly goes away with the new medicine.  Abdominal pain is a frequent complaint of patients coming to the Emergency Room, and sometimes it can be very serious, so I’m glad to hear that it was only ulcers.  Still, that’s no fun either and I hope she’s better very soon.

Wishing everyone out there on the North Dakota blog a happy Thanksgiving.  May we all be thankful for everything we get to experience in this life.  Even if we have challenges and pain – at least we’re still alive!

Personally, I am so thankful for my 3 wonderful sons.  And of course for my beloved horses.  Lately I’ve been making progress with my training and jumping higher fences.  It’s something I’ve always dreamed of doing, so I’m really excited to have the right horses and trainers to help me.

I’ll be working on Thanksgiving this year, and I’ll be thankful to be working in the ER rather than coming in as a patient!  My job makes me thankful every day I work.  There is a lot of terrible suffering in the world, and I am constantly amazed what the human spirit can survive and overcome.  

Happy and Healthy Holidays to all of you out there…

Cheers and thanks to you for all you do Gary.

       Carol Pritchard Corzine (’67) with her Granddaughter
Stomach Ulsers
Reply from Dale Pritchard (’63):  Leesville, LA


Stomach ulcers are not a good thing!  If they start bleeding it can get bad real quick.  I have had two episodes in the last few years with bleeding stomach ulcers.  The first time took 3 units of blood and a week in the hospital to get back on track.  The second time took 4 units and a week and a half.  If Bernadette starts feeling like she has acid reflux you need to get her to a doctor as soon as possible!  Acid reflux was my self-diagnosis both times, both of which proved why I’m not a doctor!!

Dale Pritchard

Dunseith Story – Marble Boards
From Larry Hackman (’66):  Bismarck, ND
A few people have told me to go write a book. 
This is the first chapter of my book. 
I thought I would use the technique used by the star Wars episodes.
You know, starting with the fourth episode then working ahead then back to the beginning. 
I think it worked well for them, but please don’t hold your breath until the next chapter gets written by me.
I hope you have room for this,  If you don’t just stick on a page a day,
or do it anyway you want to.
Have a good day.
Marble Boards constructed by me after learning the game from the Suttons back in the late 1950’s.
The 1st one shown was used by my family.  When my mother passed on the family returned it to me.
I constructed 8 of these boards last winter and passed them out to the family. 
We had trouble getting the marbles.  My daughter finally ordered them from some place in New York over the internet. 
Cebu Philippines.
I thought I’d share this nice picture of Bernadette. This picture was taken last Monday at the Re-Grand opening of our friend Marina’s, Xing Restaurant.
Marina offered to cater a genuine American Thanksgiving dinner for our group of folks too with Turkey, Ham, Yams, American Pies and the whole nine yards. She said she needed a minimum of 20 folks to do this. The cut off time was Noon (Monday) today to have their names on the list. I just sent Marina a list of 78 folks that will be attending this Thanksgiving dinner that she is catering for us. She is having live music too, so it should be a fun evening.
                                               Gary and Bernadette Stokes
Joke of the day
Posted By Larry Liere (’55): Devils Lake, ND
Ole walked into a bank in New York City and asked for the loan Officer.

He told the loan officer that he was going to Paris for an International
redneck festival for two weeks and needed to borrow $5,000 and that he was
not a depositor of the bank.

The bank officer told him that the bank would need some form of security
for the loan, so the Redneck handed over the keys to a new Ferrari.  The
car was parked on the street in front of the bank.

The Redneck produced the title and everything checked out.

The loan officer agreed to hold the car as collateral for the loan and
apologized for having to charge 12% interest.

Later, the bank’s president and its officers all enjoyed a good laugh at
the Redneck from ND for using a $250,000 Ferrari as collateral for a
$5,000 loan.

An employee of the bank then drove the Ferrari into the bank’s private
underground garage and parked it.

Two weeks later, the Redneck returned, repaid the $5,000 and the interest
of $23.07.

The loan officer said, “Sir, we are very happy to have had your business,
and this transaction has worked out very nicely, but we are a little

While you were away, we checked you out on Dunn & Bradstreet and found
that you are a Distinguished Alumni from The University of North Dakota, a
highly sophisticated investor and Multi-Millionaire with real estate and
financial interests all over the world.

Your investments include a large number of oil wells around Williston, ND.

What puzzles us is, why would you bother to borrow $5,000?”

The good ‘ole boy replied, “Where else in New York City can I park my car
for two weeks for only $23.07 and expect it to be there when I return?”

His name was Ole… .

Keep an eye on these ND boys!

Just because we talk funny does not mean we are stupid.


11/18/2012 (1650)

Bernadette has Ulcers
Bernadette had an Upper GI Endoscopic procedure done yesterday (Saturday) morning. She has one large ulcer in her small intestine and several smaller ulcers in her stomach. She now knows the cause of all the stomach pains she has been having.Bernadette was dreading having an Upper GI Endoscopy. The thought of having a tube inserted through her mouth and down her esophagus to her stomach wasn’t a pleasant thought.  Bernadette didn’t flinch one time during the procedure and didn’t feel a whole lot of discomfort either. I was amazed watching the whole procedure.

Her doctor put her on meds and said that it would probably take 2 months to clear up that large ulcer.


Allen Beckman’s relative
Reply from Marie Iverson Staub (’60):   Seattle, WA
Hope Bernadette finds out what the problem is and it’s not serious.
In Dale Pritchard’s e-mail about Allen Beckman. He was my cousin. His mother and my mother were sisters.
I had not heard that he had passed away. After his mother passed away I did not have much contact. I think the last time I saw him was in 1984 for the Bottineau centennial at his dads place in Bottineau.
Thanks to Dale for letting me know.
Rindahl Log House
Reply from Phyllis McKay (’65): Auburn, WA


I thought that house might have been Grandma Rendahl’s as my mother called her. Mom said she was a very feisty and independent lady and when she and her husband could no longer get along, she built that log cabin herself and moved across the road from “old man Rendahl” another name my mother used to describe many old men. The things that puzzled me when I looked at the picture was the chimney. The way I remember the house, it had a stone chimney and the picture looks like some kind of brick. I also was puzzled at the size of windows or door in the front. The opening seems very large for a log house. Of course that house disappeared when I was in high school and my memories are dimmed. I remember asking mom if Grandma Rendahl ever moved back with her husband and what I remember is that she didn’t.

My brother Bill owns the Rendahl land as we call it. He and his boys have always enjoyed being up in the woods. My dad also loved the woods. As a young man, he would pull his sleigh up in the hills and cut wood and bring it back to Dunseith and to sell to the town people. Cutting wood was one thing that my brothers continued doing with dad especially Bill. Dad made a wood splitter that in my opinion, was very dangerous. Dad would sit a log on the platform before a wheel would come around with an axe like head would come down and split the wood. The pieces would go flying while Dad put another log on the splitter. Dad was very proud of his huge stack of wood. He burned wood in a small wood stove that was located in the dining room. It made the house very cozy but as he and mom got older they liked to keep the house very warm, too warm for the rest of us!

So sorry to hear of Bernadette’s stomach troubles. I hope it is only something minor.


At least both Rebecca and her husband each had their log homes on the Rolette county side of the county line.  
You remember a lot more of the finer details than me. I just remember seeing that old log house, many times, at the bottom of the Rindahl hill. I don’t know any of the history of the Rindahl’s. All I know is that my great aunt, Rebecca, was married to a Rindahl. Rebecca was a great aunt to the Eldon/Ella Pladson siblings too. Ella’s mother, Alice Stokes Thompson, was a sister to Rebecca. Rebecca’s nick name was Reba.
My folks were married in June 1941, so mom knew Reba several years before her death. Mom often mentioned her too, but I don’t remember a lot of the details of what she said.
Do any of you know any of the history of the Rindahl’s? What was Rebecca’s husband’s name? I couldn’t locate a death notice for him either in the ND death listings.
About 1938 – William Stokes with his two daughters, Rebecca & Lillian & some of their families
Standing L to R: William Stokes, Esther Thompson Tangen, Ulysses Thompson,
Rebecca Stokes Rindahl, Lillian Thompson Cain,  Ella Thompson Pladson & Lester Cain 
Sitting in Wheel chair:  Alice Stokes Thompson holding Jimmy Cain
Joke of the day
Posted by Don Malaterre (’68):  Sioux Falls, SD
Ole & Lena lived by lake in North Dakota.  It was early vinter and da lake had froze over.  Ole asked Lena if she vould valk across da lake to da yeneral store for beer.

She asked him for some money, but he told her, “Nah, just put it on our tab.”  So Lena valked across the lake, got the beer at da yeneral store, den walked back home across the lake  Ven she got home and gave Ole his beer, she asked him, “Ole, you alvays tell me not to run up da tab at da store.  Why didn’t you yust give me some money?”  Ole replied, “Vell, I didn’t vant to send you out dere vit some money ven I wasn’t sure how tick the ice vas yet.”


11/16/2012 (1649)

No Blog tomorrow
Bernadette had a doctors appointment today, so I am very late getting this out. She has been having stomach pains. Ultrasounds and blood tests revealed no problems that would be causing this pain. Tomorrow morning she is scheduled for an Upper GI Endoscopic Procedure. We have to be at the hospital at 8:00 AM. With all the heavy morning traffic, we need to allow at least 1.5 hours (10 miles) to get there. So tomorrow I will not be posting a Blog. The next blog will be Sunday Filipino time, Saturday night for the states.
Happy 70th Birthday Stan Salmonson (’61): Dunseith, ND
 I know your birthday isn’t until tomorrow (Saturday), but since I will not be posting a blog tomorrow I thought I better send you happy birthday wishes with today’s message.
Stan, I will always remember the good bus driver that you were for 3 of the 4 years of my High School days. It wasn’t an easy task baby sitting a bus load of 48 kids either. I remember several time, Highway 3 being a slate of black ice too. The cars were sliding off of the road, but the bus, being a little heavier, didn’t slide to the edge of road, but none the less you had to drive very slow and avoid stepping on the brakes as much as possible.
Reply from Judy Allery Azure (’65):  Bismarck, ND
Gary, Thank You for the birthday wishes yesterday…have a wonderful day.
You are so welcome Judy. hope you had a good day.  Gary
Addresses for Erma Eurich Peltier’s relatives
Folks, This message was posted on our Website. I tried calling the number below, but I am not able to get through with my Magic Jack phone. Can someone call Eva or Jane and ask them whose addresses they are looking for? Thanks, Gary 
Comments: Hi my friend Eva lost her sister Erma Peltier. I was looking up
her name and found where Vickie had asked about Irma being related to David.
She is and we need to find address’s for those kids. Does any one up there
have any where abouts they may be? you can contact me or Eva Paulson
701-776-5489 thank you
Name: Jane Britton
Allen Beckman Passed away
Message from Dale Pritchard (’63): Leesville, AL.


I just heard yesterday that Allen Beckman passed away about a month ago in Golden, CO.  He was originally from Bottineau.  His father was George Beckman.  They lived on a farm North East of Bottineau.  I got the news from my brother in MS who got it from our sister, Lois, who also lives in Golden, CO.  Lois and Allen were married for several years before divorcing and going their separate ways.  I don’t know any details surrounding Allen’s death but I know he was having some normal health issues.  I believe he was in the mid to upper 70s.  One of your readers, I forget who, is his cousin.  On the off chance that she hadn’t heard I guess this method will work.  The last time I saw Allen was in July, ’99 when I made a job related trip to Denver.

I can’t help thinking I’ve seen the old log house pictured below but I sure can’t place it.  Being gone 46 years hasn’t done anything good for my memory.  Unlike the one I started out in, it looks like this one maybe had a sleeping loft.  It also looks a door in the upper level.  I guess we’ll know in a couple days whose it was and where it is.

Dale Pritchard

Mystery Log house
I didn’t get any replies identifying this log house. I know Phyllis McKay has not seen yesterday’s email, because I know she would have instantly recognized this old log house. Phyllis and I discussed this old log house at length a few months ago with one of our conversations.
This is the old log house that used to sit at the bottom of the Rindahl hill on Highway 43. It was on the south side of the road on the Rolette county side of the county line. The Clarence Hagen farm was at the top of the Rindahl hill on the North side of the road. The highway department tore this log house down when they widened highway 43 in the 70’s. This was the Orville/Gloria Hagen land that I believe Archie Metcalfe now owns? Now that you know which log house it is, I know many of you probably remember seeing it with your trips to Lake Metigoshe.
Rebecca Stokes Rindahl is the one who lived in this log house. Rebecca was a sister to my Grandfather, Frank Stokes. Rebecca is buried in the Ackworth Cemetery. She died at the of 57 in 1943.
I double checked the spelling and Rebecca’s last name was spelled Rindahl. The Rendahl church is spelled with and “e”. I am not sure if there was a connection with the two names or not.
Phyllis McKay had heard that Rebecca’s husband lived in a log cabin directly across highway 43 on the North side of the road. They couldn’t get along, so they lived in separate houses. Can any of you clarify this. Phyllis owned that quarter of land for many years. It has been and to this day still belongs in the Alice Lindberg McKay family.  The Lindberg farmstead was on the NW corner of the Rolette/Bottineau county line and Highway 43. Phyllis’ quarter is on the Rolette county side of the county line.
History Christmas gift
Message from Vickie Metcalfe (’70):  Bottineau, ND
Last Christmas I gifted each of my kids 2 hardcover books.

Book #1 ,the red covered “History of Rolette County” written by Laura
Thompson Law.  Book #2 “Prairie Past and Mountain Memories, History of
Dunseith ND 1882-1982 compiled by a group of dedicated wonderful local
Dunseith Community citizens.

             I wonder sometimes, how many of them knew how we’d
treasure the fruits of their labor.

             This year at Christmas I will continue to pass on to my
“kids”  (a.k.a my nieces and nephews) a bit more of History.  I will
share the following, just a wee bit of Oral History as it was  told to
me,  lest they’ve forgotten I told them before.

Jean Mclean, the last child born to Laughlin and Christina Campbell
McLean was born in Upper Canada.  She was called Jean, to honor her
maternal grandmother and her deceased sister.   The McLean’s eldest
child, Jean died at age thirteen upon the arrival from Scotland.

The family strongly identified with the Highland Scots and with the
Lochbuie Branch of the McLean Clan.  Lachlan McLean was also a Veteran
of the Napoleanic War.

Jean McLean married Hugh Metcalf, a second generation Canadian of
English descent. James and Ann (Kirby) Metcalf hailed from Yorkshire. 
Metcalf/ Metcalfe  is also considered a clan in Yorkshire. The Metcalf
family was well rooted in the upper Canadian wilderness.  Close by
was,  Almonte, a small town not far from the Mississippi River and
Ottawa Ontario.  (Yes, there are two Mississippi Rivers in North

William I Metcalfe, my grandfather was the 7th born son of Hugh and
Jean Metcalfe.

The Metcalf family consisted of 3 daughters and 9 sons.

             Daughters; Christina (Metcalf) Nicholson,   Ann (Metcalf)
Eccles, Jean (Metcalf) Watts.

              Sons; James, Alexander, Lachlan, Robert, Hugh, Henry,
William, John and Dr. Archibald Metcalfe.

According to family lore, the youngest Metcalf furthered his  medical
training with the Mayo brothers.  And through his research, he was
responsible for the Metcalf name to become Metcalfe.  He wrote all of
his siblings and informed them to add the “e” because that was the
proper spelling.

Christina Metcalfe Nicholson, Ann Metcalfe Eccles, Hugh Metcalfe, and
William Metcalfe each immigrated to Dakota.

In early November, I received an e- mail from a widow to the grandson
of John Metcalf, Grandpa’s next younger brother.

She wrote that she would be sending me a small book.  According to her
e-mail, this book no longer has the front or back covers.  It is well
worn.  She believes the book was given to my grandfather, William
Metcalfe in 1877 when he was 14 years old.

Today I received in the post, the small package from Canada.  It is
about 7 inches by 3 inches.  It is very thin.  It is very well wrapped.

I have not opened this package.

I am waiting until the weekend.  Until then, it is my intention to
just look at the unopened package with the knowledge it is special.

You see, I am treating this treasure like a Christmas gift I recall
from my childhood long ago.   I will open it ever so carefully.

I want to experience childlike wonder and anticipation again.

Thanks Gary and friends.

Until later. Vickie

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

      Thanks to Floyd Dion for filling in the identity of Tommy Counts
and for correcting my mistake on Lawrence Gouin.  It didn’t seem right
when I wrote ‘Maurice’ but I just couldn’t think of Lawrence’s name.
The guy who is unidentified and wearing a white hat does resemble George
Gregory somewhat as stated by Jackie Peterson Hanson.  To Bonnie
Awalt—what did Ted Brodeck look like? The guy reminds me of someone
who might have been from an office or business.  One thought I had was
that the guy might have been Alvin Berg who ran the bakery and the
grocery store for a few years.  I think the picture may have been a
‘staged’ photo for the paper on grand opening day as Leonard Cote is
wearing a bow tie and there isn’t a beer bottle on the bar anywhere.
Other business owners were probably there to welcome the new owner–my
guess.  Thanks Gary!


1958 – Cote’s bar:
Behind the Bar: Leonard Cote, Peter Mellmer Jr., Darrell Grenier?
Sitting: Tommy Counts, Lawrence Gouin, Darrel Abbey, George Gregory?, Donald Cote, Red Kester
Monthly Expat Dinner last night at the Cebu Radisson hotel
We had a good turn out last night too. This is table 1 of 4. There were exactly 40 of us. Lots and lots of pictures. These are normally 3 hour dinners too.

11/15/2012 (1648)

                 Happy Birthday Jackie Pritchard: Leesville, LA
Hazen Bison ND State Champs
Reply from Margaret Metcalfe (’65):  Rolette, ND
Congratulations to Nathan and the Hazen Bison in their awesome accomplishment …. class A 2012 Champs!  Special congratulations to Grandpa Larry as well….I know how proud you must be!   Margaret Leonard
Pictures posted by Rose Hohl:  Bottineau, ND and Cebu, Philippines
These pictures were taken this past Monday at the grand opening of our friends Restaurant.
Historic Picture – Date on the back of the Photo is 7-23-1972
This picture was given to me by Art Hagen. I immediately recognized it when he gave it to me at the bowling alley yesterday. Before disclosing this picture, I want to see how many of you recognize this. I know for a fact that many many of you have seen this old log house.
Cote’s Bar
Reply from Darlene Counts Poitra (’71):   Woodenville, WA
 In the picture of Cote’s bar it is Ernest (Tommy) Counts my grandfather sitting on the far left.
Darlene (Counts) Poitra 
1958 – Cote’s bar:
Behind the Bar: Leonard Cote, Peter Mellmer Jr., Darrell Grenier?
Sitting: Tommy Counts, Lawrence Gouin, Darrel Abbey, George Gregory?, Donald Cote, Red Kester

11/14/2012 (1647)

Happy Birthday Judy Allery Azure (DHS ’65): Bismarck, ND
      Happy Birthday Chad Zeiler: Hot Springs, AK
Happy Birthday Don Aird: St. Lewis, MO.
Caterpillar Stories
From Dick Johnson (’68):  Dunseith, ND
Gary and Friends,

      A personal email exchange between Gary and I brought to mind some
memories about our old Caterpillar 70.  Grandpa Hans Johnson bought it
from the Rolette County in 1950, when they updated to a new diesel Cat.
The deal was that Grandpa Hans would buy the Cat and my dad,  Don,
would buy a dozer blade for it.  Dad had bought some more land adjacent
to the rest and they both needed to clear land.  Dad found a dozer blade
in Minneapolis and had it shipped by rail to Dunseith.  They got it home
and Grandpa started to put it on the Cat.  Dad was working at the bar
(the old McCoy bar we have been talking about lately) for Grandpa Henry
Olson,  when a very dirty and tired Grandpa Hans walked through the door
with a  bad look on his face,  and said, “It don’t fit!”  Dad said he
spent the rest of the night trying to figure out how he could send the
dozer back, or IF he could, and how he would ever be able to afford the
cost.  The next day he went to the farm and they figured out how to
widen the dozer arms slightly to clear the tracks by heating the arms
with the torch and using a huge hydraulic jack to spread them slightly.
It worked and the dozer went on.  They ran this old Cat for many years
and I ran it for many more before I got a newer D8 in ’82.  The old Cat
sat in the woods for years and I finally sold another Cat I had bought
in the meantime and I put the dozer blade on that one to sell.  Again it
sat for many more years until a Cat restorer from southern MN heard I
had some old Cats and wondered if I would be interested in selling any
of them.  I did have plans of possibly restoring the old 1931 Cat 70 and
giving it a permanent home at the Rolette County Museum but reality set
in and I knew it would probably never happen.  We made a deal and he had
a truck here within a couple days to pick up the gasoline 70 and another
old RD8 diesel I had picked up in another deal a few years ago.  The old
1931 Cat 70 is now restored and has a permanent home indoors. Someday I
plan to take a trip and get a few pictures of it.

      In the winter of 1971,  I was going to UND in Grand Forks and here
at home we were putting in all new fences for our pastures.  I was doing
the dozing with the old Cat 70 and at Thanksgiving I was home and went
to the very south end of our land, which is south of Horseshoe Lake in
the thick timber, to finish the last of the south fence line.  When I
finished I parked the Cat and we didn’t get back to get it before I
headed back to Grand Forks.  Winter set in and the poor old Cat sat
there in the snow over a mile from home. During Christmas break from
college,  Dad said he thought we better see if we could go down and
bring the Cat home in case we needed it for moving snow during the
winter.  It’s no easy project to get the Cat going as we would just use
water in the old leaky radiator so every time we shut it off in cold
weather,  we pulled the plug on the radiator and let the water go on the
ground.  The next time we were going to use it,  we would cover the
radiator and start it and then pour it full of water from 3-4 cream cans
we would fill from the lake.  Another problem was that the oil we had to
use in the engine was heavy and when it was cold out,  it got thick like
tar and we had to be careful not to start it when it was too cold and do
damage to the engine.  As for starting the engine,  we had a bar that we
put in holes in the flywheel and as you stood on the track you pulled
the engine over with the bar and if everything was right,  she’d fire
up.  In the pictures you can see the big steel flywheel on the back of
the engine and can see the holes for the starter bar.  Anyway,  Dad said
we better get the Cat home so we filled 3-4 cream cans with water and
loaded them on a sleigh behind the snowmobile and Dad filled a 2 lb
Prince Albert tobacco can (Grandpa had lots of these) with gasoline and
snapped the lid on it.  We brought along a can of gas for the Cat and
away we went across the lake to the south end.  We put the PA can of gas
under the Cat engine and lit it on fire to warm the oil in the oil pan
so it would thin out a bit.  We had everything ready and just waited for
the gas to finish burning from the can.  By the time it did,  we were
ready to turn the engine and it fired up with very little drama.  Then
we filled the radiator with water and poured in the gas and I headed for
home through the trail around the lake.

    About a month ago,  we had to pull the big oil clutch out of our big
D8 Cat and do some repair to it.  My son was home and he and I and Mel
Kuhn got it out and over to the shop.  It was a big project but had to
be done.  As I was watching my son Dave work on the Cat, I thought how
many generations of us had been doing the same thing on the same place
over all these years.  I was grinning as I was thinking about it and he
noticed me and said, “What the heck are you grinning at?”  I said,  “You
remind me of Grandpa Hans doing the same thing.”  Dave was dirty and
tired and said,  “Yeah,  and probably working on the same damn old Cat
too!” And so it goes. Thanks Gary!


These pictures of of the Cats ready to load and head to MN a few years ago.

ND Class “A” 2012 ND State Champions
Message/pictures from Larry Hackman (’66):  Bismarck, ND
It was an exciting time in Grand Forks last Friday.
The Grandson and his team, the Hazen Bison became the Class A 2012 ND State Champions.
These pictures were taken at the Hazen School last night.
Larry, Congratulations to your grandson Nathan and his team. They did well. Gary
         Larry Hackman’s Grandson, Nathan

11/12/2012 (1646)

Happy Birthday Lynn Halvorson Otto (DHS ’75): Boonton, NJ
       Happy Birthday Aggie Casavant (DHS ’69): Fort Mill, SC
Happy Birthday Jennifer Bergan (DHS ’96): Lidgerwood, ND
Cebu, Philippines: Last night, Grand opening of our Friends Restaurant
    Marina (Restaurant Owner) Rose Hohl, Not sure who and Art Hagen (’72)
        Art Hagen (’72) on the dance floor with Lorna, Sharon and Inday
I think these gals must have numbed Art Hagen
or maybe he is just in deep thought?

Cote’s Bar
Reply from Jackie Peterson Hanson:  St. John, ND
Does anyone think that the 3rd man from the right in the Cote’s bar photo
could be George Gregory?
Cote’s Bar
Reply from Floyd Dion (’45):  Dunseith, ND
The man in Cote’s Bar is Lawrence Gouin, not Maurice,  Maurice is Lawrence’s boy.
Lawrence’s wife is my first cousin
Cote’s Bar
Reply from Floyd Dion (’45): Dunseith, ND
Terry Marion (’75) called me this morning and said that the man on the far left in Cote’s bar is Tommy Counts, and I agree with him.
1958 – Cote’s bar:
Behind the Bar: Leonard Cote, Peter Mellmer Jr., Darrell Grenier?
Sitting: Tommy Counts, Lawrence Gouin, Darrel Abbey, George Gregory?, Donald Cote, Red Kester

11/12/2012 (1645)

      Happy 8th Birthday Nevaeh (Stokes) Wingate: Bremerton, WA.

March 5, 1966 Snow Storm
Pictures provided by Crystal Fassett Andersen (70):  Walhalla, ND
Gary  Here are some pictures from Dad Bill Fassett’s slides of the snowstorm on March 5,1966
Cote’s Bar
Reply from Dick Johnson (’68): Dunseith, ND
Gary and Friends,

      Here is a picture of what Cote’s Bar would have looked like from
the outside in the ’40s to early ’50s.  It may still have been McCoy’s
or my Grandpa Henry Olson and Glen Johnson’s at the time the picture was
taken.  My grandparents lived upstairs when they owned the bar.  We have
some pictures taken there.  The only personal memory I have of the
building was that the bottom part of the front, toward the street, was
painted black.  Even as a little kid,  I thought that was odd.  The cars
in the picture are a ’40 Ford Standard and about a ’46 Buick. Thanks Gary!


Cote’s Bar
Reply from Cheryl Kester Gaugler (’69):  North Brunswick, NJ
Re: the picture of Cote’s Bar, my Dad, Ormal (Red) Kester is the gentleman seated at the far right.
Cote’s Bar
Reply from Geri Metcalfe Munro (’58): Fargo, ND
Gary—In the picture of Cote’s Bar, isn’t that Freddie Hiatt, sitting, on the left of the picture?  But then, I would think Lloyd or Dick would recognize him if it was him.  Was the owner of the bar Leonard Cote, Jr.??
Geri, That sure looks like it could be Freddie Hiatt to me too.  Gary
Behind the Bar: Darrel Grenier?, Jr. Melmar?, Leonard Cote
Sitting: Freddie Hiatt?, Maurice Gouin?, Darrel Abbey?, Darrel Abbey?, Donald Cote or a Grenier, Red Kester

11/11/2012 (1644)

Happy Birthday Ginger LaRocque Poitra (DHS ’65): Belcourt, ND
Cote’s Bar: Reply to Larry Hackman
From Tim Martinson (’69):  Anchorage, AK
Larry,  I am having trouble placing where the location of the bar was at?
Looks like Red Kester on the right, next to him a Greiner, and maybe 
Darrel Abbey, dark shirt, hat, and no glasses.

Photo taken around 1958?
Who lived in the living quarters above the bar?
What was the building behind the bar used for?
Larry Hackman’s Reply to Tim
Tim & Gary
Leonard Cote’s Bar was located across the street from the Crystal Cafe,
on the North side of the building that was Suttons Used Auto Parts Store,
and what later became Berg’s Electric, and then Joe Morinville’s Grocery Store.
I believe Dan McCoy, or Arnold Lilleby owned the Bar before Leonard Cote.
I’m thinking that Dan McCoy lived in the living quarters above the bar at one time.

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

       The Leonard Cote Bar picture has me wondering where his bar was
located?  It looks like the inside of the old Corner Bar north of
Lamoureux Bros. Garage.  The ceiling looks to be too high for Woodford’s
Bar.  My guess on the two service station guys is Maurice Gouin and
Darrel Abbey.  I too, recognized Red Kester right away. Others look
familiar too but names don’t come to me.  Thanks Gary!


Cote’s Bar
Reply from Lloyd Awalt (’44):  Bottineau, ND
Cote’s bar :  Going back a ways it was McCoy’s -Glen Johnson & Henry Olson – Laureus cote -Leonard cote- exactly when all these dates are you can start back about 1942.  I know the ones sitting on the stools on the far left is Red Kester on his right is  Donald Cote. The others I can’t put a name on .  Leonard Cote behind.  Tall one could be Jr. Melmar? The other one looks  like Darrel Grenier? Dick you should have a idea of who the other ones names  are. Lloyd Awalt 

Behind the Bar: Darrel Grenier?, Jr. Melmar?, Leonard Cote
Sitting: ????, Maurice Gouin?, Darrel Abbey?, Darrel Abbey?, Donald Cote or a Grenier, Red Kester

11/10/2012 (1643)

Hurricane Sandy
Reply form Lynn Halvorson Otto (’75):  Boonton, NJ
Hi Gary, this is Lynn Halvorson Otto and to let those who care, we are back on-line here in NJ.  We just got cable, which means we have our land-line back, TV and internet.  I have lots of reading and catching up to do on world and local events.  Thanks for all you do and hope Art and Rose arrive safely in Cebu!
Lynn Otto

Cebu, Philippines
Friday evening, Art Hagen and Gary Stokes in the SM Mall Laguna Restaurant
Cote’s Bar
Reply Bonnie Awalt Houle (’56):   Becker, MN
Dear Gary,  I have spent some time looking at the picture of Leonard Cote’s Bar, on the far right sitting on the bar stool could be Red Kester, next to him Neil Hassen.  Surely there are others who could come up with more names.  Especially the fellows in the service station hats, they must have worked in one of the stations close by.
Hats off to all of our Military Men on Veterans Day and especially to Marshall Awalt on the Birthday of the Marine Corps.  Marshall is a veteran of both the Korean and Vietnam wars.
Have a wonderful Thanksgiving.
Bonnie Awalt Houle (56)
Yes Bonnie, That sure looks like Red Kester to me too sitting on the far right stool.  
You realize that this picture was taken nearly 55 years ago.  Gary

11/9/2012 (1642)

Greg LaCroix and Sue Berg
I missed your recent birthdays. I am so sorry about that. I am hoping you both enjoyed your special day.
North Dakota Trip
Message from Cheryl Larson Dakin (’71): Bedford, TX 
Hi Gary
I just spent 8 days at home in Bottineau where we ran the gamut from fog to drizzle to overcast skys to finally lots of snow. I was so happy for my youngest son and his family to come along so that Matt could introduce his wife Jessica and their 6 week old son, Cooper,to Dad. I am including a couple pictures. Funny, last Wednesday the prairie was a beautiful golden yellow with the sun shining on the wheat stalks and on Friday, they were just white with snow. It reminded me of our Texas weather….if you don’t like the weather now, wait a little while, it’ll change. A great big Thanks to my sister Diane for all her hospitality and for taking time off from work. I love hanging out with you.  And of course, we had to go to Dales!
Thanks for all you doGary. Have a great time with Rose and Art while they’re there. And to Connie Landsverk, I’m so sorry to hear you ‘ve been sick. I will keep you in my prayers for a quick and uneventful recovery.
Cheryl Larson Dakin

Cote’s Bar
Reply from Iris Wolvert:  Willow City, ND
Leonard Cote had a bar in Dunseith..looks like him in back of the bar

11/8/2012 (1641)

Connie Zorn Landsverk has been hospitalized
Message from Connie Zorn Landsverk:  Bottineau, ND
Hi all just reading all the Dunseith news.
I was in the botno hosp. from oct. 12th thru Oct.13th and then I was transferred to the trinity hosp in Minot. Hospitalized for 12 days. Had bowel obstruction surgery. I had a collapsed lung. Oct. 24th I was transferred to the Rehab center @ st. Joes hosp. I was discharged home on oct.31st. I have a lot of incisional pain, & weakness. I must be careful what I do.The pain meds make me Loopy!, but I’m, recovering slowly but surely each  day!! No cancer which I,I’m thankful for!!I want each of you to have a good week!!
We are so sorry to hear of your health problems. We hope for all continues to go well with your recovery. Please keep us posted.
Art Hagen (’72) & Rose Hohl
Art and Rose are in the air, over the Pacific, as we speak. They will be arriving late tonight here in Cebu, Philippines.
Article for the blog – this is in recognition of Native American Heritage Month (November)!
Posted by Bernice Belgarde (’72):   Bemidji, MN

Maria Tallchief – Dancer, Teacher & Barrier  Breaker Taken from: The Kennedy Center


Maria Tallchief (dancer and teacher; born January 24,  1925, Fairfax, Oklahoma)


“A ballerina takes steps given to her and makes them her  own. Each individual brings something different to the same role,” Maria  Tallchief once said. “As an American, I believe in great individualism. That’s  the way I was brought up.” Tallchief has been both muse and instrument, both the inspiration and the living expression of the best our country has given the  world.  Her individualism and her genius came together to create one of the most vital and beautiful chapters in the history of American dance.

She was born in an Indian reservation, her father member  of the Osage tribe, her mother of Irish and Scottish descent. When the family  relocated to Los Angeles, young Maria began music lessons and soon found that  she had perfect pitch. But it was the dance that would capture the young girl’s  heart.  Her teacher was Bronislava Nijinska. After five full years of study with that dance pioneer, Maria Tallchief joined the Ballet Russe de Monte Carlo, where she soon achieved soloist status and danced in a variety of ballets from  Scheherezade and Gaite Parisienne to, prophetically, George Balanchine’s  Serenade. Balanchine himself saw Tallchief for the first time in the operetta  Song of Norway, where she danced in the corps and understudied Alexandra  Danilova. Balanchine fell in love with the dancer, who became his wife in 1946  and the inspiration for, among others, Balanchine’s Symphonie Concertante,  Sylvia: pas de deux, Orpheus, Night Shadow, The Four Temperaments, and Scotch  Symphony.  Husband and wife first collaborated at the Paris Opera, in a sort of  extended working honeymoon in 1947. Balanchine then brought Tallchief home to  his Ballet Society, the company that would become New York City Ballet. Her  immense popularity with the American public would grow in part from the huge  demand the then small company put on this gifted principal: Tallchief was called  upon to dance as many as eight performances a week, and her legend grew. Her  dedication was complete, her abandon astounding.

Lincoln Kirstein noted his impressions of the by then  Mrs. Balanchine in Firebird in his diary in 1949, New York City Ballet’s first  season. “Maria Tallchief made an electrifying appearance, emerging as the  nearest approximation to a prima ballerina that we had yet enjoyed.” He was not  alone in his praise. Perhaps the critic Walter Terry described it best when he encountered Tallchief in the 1954 world premiere of Balanchine’s now historic version of The Nutcracker at City Center. “Maria Tallchief, as the Sugar Plum Fairy, is herself a creature of magic, dancing the seemingly impossible with effortless beauty of movement, electrifying us with her brilliance, enchanting  us with her radiance of being. Does she have any equals anywhere, inside or  outside of fairyland? While watching her in The Nutcracker, one is tempted to  doubt it.”

In the 1955 Pas de Six, Balanchine made use of  Tallchief’s innate subtlety and delicacy to such effect that it would take other  great ballerinas in the same role for the world to realize just how very  difficult technically this ballet is: She made it look easy, natural, musical  and radiant. She was, in short, the living essence of a Balanchine ballet. Yet  when Balanchine’s attentions shifted to another dancer–and another  wife–Tallchief found other outlets for her own genius. She joined the Ballet  Russe de Monte Carlo as a guest artist in 1955 and 1956, famously receiving the  highest salary ever paid any dancer. She remarried in 1956, took her only leave  from ballet in order to become a mother in 1958, returned briefly to the New  York City Ballet to create Balanchine’s Gounod Symphony, then joined the  American Ballet Theatre in 1960.

Even as Firebird became her signature role around the  world, Tallchief’s personal triumphs ranged beyond Balanchine and even into  Antony Tudor’s Jardin aux lilas and Birgit Cullberg’s Miss Julie, in which she  was partnered by Erik Bruhn at the American Ballet Theatre. She was Rudolf  Nureyev’s partner of choice in the young Russian defector’s American debut in  1962, on television.

Tallchief surprised the world by announcing her  retirement in 1965. She had no intention of dancing past her considerable prime.  She now wanted to pass her love and respect for her art to younger dancers. She  became the artistic director and beloved teacher of the Chicago Lyric Opera  Ballet in 1975; from 1981 to 1987, Tallchief became the founder and artistic  director of the Chicago City Ballet. “New ideas are essential,” Tallchief said  at the time, “but we must retain respect for the art of ballet–and that means  the artist too–or else it is no longer an art form.”


11/7/2012 (1640)

Happy Birthday to Margaret Metcalfe
From Dennis Dubois (’63):  Minneapolis, MN
Happy Birthday Margaret! The years have sure been kind to you. You look not much different than High School. You must have taken good care of yourself, unlike some of us. Have a great day.
Reply to Picture
From Clayton Parrill (’72):   Bottineau, ND
Hi Gary,
Yes, the photo was of me and my grandson, Declan. He was the ringbearer in my son David’s wedding
in Oklahoma.
Clayton Parrill
Sigur Christianson Story published in Minot Daily on May 29, 1976
Posted by Neola Kofoid Garbe:  Bottineau & Minot, ND
Gary’s Note
Sigur Christianson was married to Hanna Lagerquist, not Nyquist as stated in this article. 
Hanna was a sister to John Lagerquist and Edna Lagerquist Woodford
Sigur and Hanna Christian’s Seven children
1. Ella (Andrew) Medrud: Dunseith, ND
2. Annie (Paul) Petry: Milton, WA
3. Edwin (Bernice): Milton, WA
4. Raymond (Mary): Dunseith, ND
5. Thelma (James) Johnson: Port Orchard, WA
6. Viola (Steve) Basket: Gig Harbor, WA. – Note: Viola is the only surviving sibling.
7. Dorothy (Lester) Halvorson: Dunseith, ND 

11/6/2012 (1639)

Happy Birthday Margaret Metcalfe Leonard (DHS ’65): Rolette, ND 
Congratulations to Julie Hiatt & Reply to Dunseith Nursing home Photo
From Jean Tooke Berger (’66):   Mandan, ND
Congratulations  Julie. And very nice picture of Art, Floyd and Luella and I do not know the other lovely lady
Reply to Dunseith Nursing home photo
From the Dunseith Nursing home
“Hi Gary, they do look wonderful, every other month our residents invite guest to join them for our supper club and entertainment. The next supper club night is in February. I think we’ll have 50’s theme, Do you have any suggestions on live music and dancers? The lady you are asking about is Bernice who is not a resident here.”
Erma Eurich Peltier
Message from Eileen Brudwick:  Fargo, ND


Hi Gary,
I have Erma Eurich Peltier as David’s sister. Her sister Bette Mae Eurich Nerpel died last year, Nov. 18, 2011.
Erma Eurich Peltier
Message from Susan Fassett Martin (’65):  Spearfish SD
Erma Peltier(Eurich) was the daughter of Dave and Eva Eurich,   sister to Bette Nerpel, Olynda Pigeon,  and was married to Frank Peltier.  They had no children.   They used to live south of my folks there in Dunseith and when I was a little girl I used to go over and sit in the bedroom closet and read magazines.   She was a sweet lady and I am sorry to hear of her passing.   Hugs and prayers to the family.        Susan
Erma Eurich Peltier
Memories from Vickie Metcalfe (’70):  Dunseith, ND
Gary and all,
Yes, gentle and kind, Erma was the Sister of Dave,
 Fritz, Betty, Freda,  Irene ,Olynda, Marie, and Little Eva. ( I may be missing one more.)

Their parents, David and Eva (Kraft) Eurich were longtime members of the Dunseith community.
And, good neighbors to many of our parents and grand parents.

Mary (Eurich) Knutson, and I once made a weekend visit to Erma
(Eurich) Peltier’s I believe it twas, over a year ago.  A utterly,
delightful afternoon spent visiting with Erma and her little sister,
Marie (Eurich) Beechler.

I, the collector of stories was humbly awed by this gracious lady.

Erma spoke fondly of her Peltier in laws.   She said,  “They had moved
over a  century ago to Dakota territory from the New England state of
Maine.    They began a farm about a 2 miles North and East of
Dunseith.  She said the Peltier’s were French.  English was their
second language.

She spoke reverently of her father-in-law, Mr. Peltier who always
called  her “M’selle” and  treated her like a grand lady.  Erma showed
us her beautiful china cupboard buffet given to her by her in-laws. 
She herself restored, refinished and lovingly, polished it  to a fine

We spoke, of our mutual friend Art Seim.   Art also, held Mr. Peltier
in high regard.  He’d tell of the great depression, the dirty
thirties.   Art told how seriously, Dunseith was affected.   Art
recalled Mr. Peltier butchering a beef or a pork several times.   Mr.
Peltier would  have it placed in a big kettle over a fire, stewing.  
Many people carrying bowls would walk to the Peltier farm from
Dunseith.   All would be welcome to food shared by the Peltiers.  Art
said, “the Peltier’s , were generous and fed many hungry families.

Much to my surprise, Erma had a light supper planned with Marie’s
help.  I guess, I shouldn’t  have been surprised,  as feeding the
hungry was also…. the Eurich way.


Larson’s – Four Generations
Norman, Cheryl, Matt and Cooper
 FB posting from Paulette LaCrois Chisholm (’68): Newark, Delaware
Bottineau Craft and Bake sale – Neola’s famous Caramels
Posting from Neola Kofoid Garbe:  Bottineau & Minot, ND
Hi Everyone,
I will also be selling caramels from my apartment in Bottineau.  I will mail any caramel order for $5.00, no matter how many pounds are ordered.  I THINK I have a new flavor this year–peanut butter, no less! LOL!  I also have plain, plain with walnuts, chocolate, chocolate with walnuts, raspberry with a layer of chocolate on top, black licorice.  I have these flavors made with regular sugar and also with Splenda (for diabetics/others who are trying to eat less sugar).
Packages are app. 1 lb.  The caramel is sealed “flat” in a vacuum sealed bag.  Plain, chocolate, black licorice–$10.00 per package.  Peanut butter–$11.00.  Raspberry/chocolate–$12.00.  Plain or chocolate with nuts–$14.00. 
IF you contact me about purchasing caramels, please send your email to neolag@min.midco.net (Bottineau computer).  My phone number in Bottineau is 701-228-3917.   Mailing address is: Neola Garbe, 717 East St., Bottineau, ND 58318
Wally’s/my Minot information is 1213 Glacial Dr., Minot, ND 58703   701-838-5207.  Wally’s cell: 701-721-3121
Joke of the day
Posted by Dennis Dubois (’63): Minneapolis, MN.
One day I accidentally overturned my cart.

Elizabeth, a very attractive and keen golfer, who lived in a villa on the golf course, we were living at in Sarasota,heard the noise and called out,

“Are you okay, what’s your name?”

“It’s Jack , and I’m OK thanks,” I replied.

“Jack , forget your troubles. Come to my villa, rest a while, and I’ll help you get the cart up later.”

“That’s mighty nice of you,” I answered,”but I don’t

think my wife would like it.”

“Oh, come on,” Elizabeth insisted.

She was very pretty and persuasive.

“Well okay,” I finally agreed, and added, “but my wife won’t like it.”

After a restorative brandy, and some driving and putting lessons, I thanked my host.
“I feel a lot better now, but I know my wife is going to be really upset.”

“Don’t be silly!” Elizabeth said with a smile, “She won’t know anything. By the way, where is she?”

“Under the cart!” I said….


11/5/2012 (1638)

Erma Eurich Peltier passed away
Message from Vickie Metcalfe (’70):  Bottineau, ND

Erma Peltier

Rugby, ND – 93, died Saturday at the Heart of America Medical Center in Rugby. Mass of Christian Burial: 11 am Wednesday at the Little Flower Catholic Church in Rugby with burial in the church cemetery. Visitation: 9 am until 10:30 am Wednesday at the Anderson Funeral Home in Rugby. There will be no reviewal in the church. Rosary and a Vigil prayer service at 7 pm Tuesday in the funeral home.

How is Erma related to Dave Eurich? I am assuming they were maybe siblings?
Julie Hiatt (’81) is expecting
Bernice Broberg – The unidentified lady in the picture posted yesterday
Note: I see Bernice was hired as a teacher in Dunseith in 1978.   Gary
Note to Margaret Metcalfe Leonard (’65)
Margaret, I know you told me that you never taught school in Dunseith, but on page 387 of the 1982 Dunseith centennial book they have you listed as having been hired in 1974. They must have known you were a good teacher and wanted you bad enough to have listed you as being hired. I’ll bet there may be some truth to what I just said too. From reports, you were among the best.
Reply to Dunseith Nursing Home picture posted yesterday
From Deb Wenstad Slyter (’72):  Dunseith, ND
In the picture of the Dion’s and Art Rude the lady’s name is Bernice Broberg, she was a teacher for many years and also taught piano lessons.  She had told me that she is related to the Halvorson’s and Rude’s.
I used to clean house for her. She is a very nice woman.
Reply to Dunseith Nursing Home picture posted yesterday
From Mel Kuhn (’70):  St. John, ND
The lady with Art Rude and the Dions is Bernice Broberg. She is a long time teacher and friend of Art. She is a long time member of the Rolette County Historical Society and a generous supporter. She now lives at Park View Assited Living in Rolla where I work.

Reply to Dunseith Nursing Home picture posted yesterday
From Norma Manning (Ruth Peterson’s daughter):  Upham, ND
Gary that is Bernice Broberg. ( I hope I spelled the last name right.) She is related to
Mom and Luella. Right now I can’t tell you how.She is at the home now too. OR she was
when I left ND. She used to drive Art around a lot and was a big help w/Bertha. She isn’t
related to Art. It is a relative on My Grandmas side. My G-ma and Luellas Mom were sisters.
Thanks, Norma
Posting of the day
From Mel Kuhn (’70): St. John, ND
If anyone wants to go back into television history this will do the trick…never seen anything like it before
This is awesome, pick out one of your favorites from below and give it a try…
13.  A TRUE 50’s DOO WOP TV CLASSIC (1958)
14.  FAMILY AFFAIR (1966)
17.  The Inventor Of TV Sketch Comedy ERNIE KOVACS (1954)
23.  DANCES OF THE 1950’s: THE HAND JIVE (1957)
25.  DRAGNET (1959)
31.  THE ORIGINAL FLASH GORDON SERIAL theatres-1939; TV-1960’s
42.  SPIKE JONES 1951
45.  MEDIC 1954
46.  THE BIG VALLEY 1965
48.  Mc HALE’S NAVY 1962
50.  DARK SHADOWS 1966
52.  I LOVE LUCY 1952
58.  PASSWORD 1962
59.  STAR TREK TV ON DEMAND 1966-present
63.   BUILDING THE 1958 DODGE 1957
68.  FELIX THE CAT 1959
74.  LOST IN SPACE 1966
75.  BEULAH 1951
76.  BEWITCHED 1966
78.  SEA HUNT 1957

11/4/2012 (1637)

Note to Sandy Monson Gottbreht
You were the very first name added to the more than 800 hundred names that I currently have for the Dunseith Alumni email address book. It was either late 2006 or early 2007 that I received an email invitation from you for the 2007 All School Reunion. I am not sure where you got my email address from. I know that both Margaret Metcalfe Leonard and John Bedard from my class contacted my brother Darrel in Bottineau for my contact info. Until being contacted by you folks, I had not really thought much about Dunseith for quite a few years. You guys and that reunion got the ball rolling.
Sandy, Not sure how many folks realize that you are from Bottineau. I didn’t really know your family, but I know a lot of our readers do. I most certainly have known of the Monson family my entire life. I do know that you come from a large family. I know that you are related to Sharon (Hawkeye) Monson Haakenson too. Hawkeye (Dennis) and I are related. 
Have a very happy birthday and enjoy your special day.
       Happy  Birthday  Sandy  Gottbreht: Dunseith, ND
Hurricane Sandy
Message from Lynn Halvorson Otto (’75):   Boonton, NJ
Hi Gary,
We lost power Friday night, 5 days after the storm. We only have Greg’s iPhone for Internet.
Lynn Otto
This is not good. Something other than the Hurricane must be the cause of your power outage. With the recourses spread so thin, you may be awhile too, getting your power restored.
Cote’s Bar
Picture posted by Larry Hackman (’66): Bismarck, ND
Photo taken around 1958?
Who lived in the living quarters above the bar?
What was the building behind the bar used for?
I think this picture was taken in June 1958. Comparing the calendar on the wall in the picture that I enlarged below matches the month of June in 1958.
Which Cote owned this bar? Laureus Cote often spoke of a bar he owned, but I thought his bar was in Willow City? As I recall, Laureus and Loretta Cote moved to Bremerton, WA in the late 50’s.
Picture captured from the Dunseith Nursing Home Face Book wall
Wonderful picture. You guys are looking great!
I recognize Floyd and Luella (Halvorson) Dion and Art Rude, but I don’t recognize the other lady.
Clayton Parrill (’72): Bottineau, ND
I just couldn’t resist sharing this nice photo of Clayton with I think his Grandson?
Face Book capture: Recent snow fall – St. John, ND
Dave (’72) and Marsha Abrahamson’s back yard
Posting of the day
Posted by Larry Hackman (’66):  Bismarck, ND
          Tech Help: Too cute, but oh so true

11/3/2012 (1636)

Happy Birthday Vickie Bergan Dietz (DHS ’82):  Princeton, MN
Martha Lamb’s Wedding
Reply from Vickie Metcalfe (’70): Bottineau, ND

I believe Martha and Lynn’s wedding dance was held at a hall in Kramer.
The Kramer -Newburg people  really can dance, Waltz,2 step, fox trot, & Polka.


What an enjoyable day and fun wedding dance ….twas.

I recall it was the first time I was introduced to the  “chicken dance” .

I’m happy, I can say I was there, when this wonderful couple  began their journey
 and watched the first dance as a married couple.

Once in a while I see them as they continue “dancin through life together”.
Fondly, Vickie
You were a big part of that wedding too. Just think, next year will be Martha and Lynn’s 40th.
I have seen Martha over the years with our trips back to the area, but to my recollection, I have never met Lynn.  Martha has not changed from her growing up days. I recognize her in a heart beat when we meet. With 4-H and the Kelvin Home Makers, our families were together a lot in our younger days.
Martha, you are one person I will always remember.  You, Dean and us three boys were most always along with our parents at the many mutual gatherings of our folks. Those were the good days too.
Centennial Belt Buckle
Reply from Bob Hosmer (’56):  Lynnwood, WA


You shared this story with Katrine and me at the reception after Jess Hosmer’s funeral and like Gary I was asking about the availability of the belt buckle, ‘cause I sure would like one.  Any chance in getting any more cast to make available at other Dunseith reunions.  It is so classic and special.  I’d purchase some for each of my family members, if they were available.  Keep in touch.

Thanks for your participation during the funeral.  The music you and your wife sang was excellent.  Bob Hosmer(’56)


Centennial Belt Buckle
Reply from Bill Hosmer (’48):  Tucson, AZ
..Gary and Dick,  That was a great piece on the Centennial Buckle.  My dad, Jack Hosmer, tried to get money raised and approval to preserve the Log House.  When that did not work out he took one of the timbers from the place before it was taken down. I believe that it is now located in the Dunseith Log House.  For awhile it was kept in our original home in town before it was taken there.   I’ve a couple of the buckles I keep, and am glad to have them.  More importantly, my good friend Dick Johnson is the designer.  What goes around comes around. Thanks for this medium, Gary, and thanks for a winner, Dick.   Bill Hosmer  ps,  It was great to see the pictures of my “kissing cousin” Diane and her husband Scott Sjol.
Early snow in the Turtle Mountains
Message from Dick Johnson (’68):  Dunseith, ND
Gary and Friends,      We got the first real sign of things to come here in the Turtle
Mountains today.  We have about 4-5 inches of fresh snow on the ground.�
I didn’t have a chance to take a picture today and the weather is
predicted to warm up to as high as 50 degrees by Monday so we may have
one more chance to lose the snow again before it comes to stay.  It will
come to stay!  Thanks Gary.


Note: Because of the elevation, the hills often times have more snow than on the prairie
Rose, You and Art can most certainly leave all those winter clothes in Bottineau when you come come to Cebu next week.
Posting of the day

11/2/2012 (1635)

Hurricane Sandy – Report from Lee Stickland’s Son
Lee (Leland) Stickland (’64):  Dickinson, ND
Little note your way to say that I have heard from my son Eric who lives just north of Boston and 2 miles from the Atlantic.  He, his wife, Kim and my grandson SAM are just fine.  They did lose power for a bit but have a large generator and Eric had 15 gallons of gas in safe storage for that use and for the vehicles, worse come to worse.
Have heard of no threats of hurricanes for SW ND ,  YET   , this  fall.  Maybe some snow B4 April?   Lee
Email address change
For Cathy Campbell Springan (’73): Stanley, ND
Hi Gary, 
My email address has changed. 
Please use @yahoo.com
Thanks so much, 
Wake up every morning with the thought that something wonderful is about to happen.
I love your caption below your signature line. For me I just tell myself that something wonderful has already happened. I woke up.
FB capture – What a nice picture
Lyle Olson (’75): West Fargo, ND
FB capture
Diane and Scott,
You guys look wonderful.
Veterans day Discounts
Posting from Don Aird:  St Louis, MO

Looks like we’re going to be eating good this year!!!!

Please see attachement.

From the Archives
Dunseith Centennial Belt Buckle
Picture/Message from Dick Johnson (’68): Dunseith, ND
Gary and Friends, The old Riverside Hotel along the creek was
about the first building built in town and served as the headquarters
for the cavalry troop as well as a hotel. It survived until the 1960s
when it was torn down. Again, this was considered ‘progress’ and
necessary in keeping a modern image for the town. The last people to
live in the building were Darrel and Lorna Abbey and I asked Darrel to
draw me a floor plan of the building, which he did and I still have. I
was asked to design a belt buckle for the 1982 Dunseith Centennial. I
did this and used the image of the Riverside Hotel as the central focus.
I corrected my original design to read Dunseith–Dakota Territory,
rather than North Dakota, because Dunseith was established 7 years
before North Dakota became a state. I worked with Rod Hiatt on finding a
company to cast our Dunseith buckle. We found a place in Norman,
Oklahoma that had a good reputation, and had them make the buckles. I’ve
worn this buckle every day for years and it still looks good. I’m
attaching a picture of it to show the Riverside Hotel image, or Cavalry
post, depending on it’s use at the time. Thanks Gary!


Dick, In 1982 my dad gave me one of those belt buckles along with a heavy duty leather belt, of his, for my birthday. From 1982 until 2002 I wore that belt with that buckle nearly every day.  In 2002, when I was Temporary Duty (TDY) working a Submarine job at Kings Bay Georgia, the belt came apart where the buckle attached. I purchased another belt from one of the flea markets in the Jacksonville Florida area and wore it, with that buckle, until a year ago, when the belt came apart.  When dad died, I got his buckle too.  All these years I never knew who designed that belt buckle.  Now we know.  You did a wonderful job designing that buckle and having it cast.  I had many nice compliments about that buckle.  Are there any available today that folks can purchase?  Gary
From the Archives
Martha Lamb’s (68) Wedding
Provided by Neola Kofoid Garbe:Bottineau & Minot, ND

11/1/2012 (1634)

Face Book posting
From Lynn Halvorson Otto (’75):  Boonton, NJ
Listening to the evening news this morning here in Cebu, reports are that parts of NJ were the hardest hit with this storm. You are so lucky. I am so glad for you.
Pictures from the archives
1992 – Ackworth Alumni Picnic/gathering.
Note: Elwood Fauske and I are the only current living in this photo
Larry Hackman’s Granddaughters
Picture posted by Larry Hackman (’66):  Bismarck, ND
Two youngest Grand Daughters visiting Grandma and Grandpa for treats.
Annaleyse as The Three Horned Face Dinosaur.
Izzabell as Strawberry Shortcake.
May 9, 2006 – Dunseith News
Posted by Neola Kofoid Garbe: Bottineau & Minot, ND
All Saints Day (11/1) and All Souls day (11/2) in the Philippines
All Saints Day and All Souls day are two major holidays here in the Philippines. All businesses are at a major shut down.  Folks flock to the cemeteries to visit and pay respect to their lost loved ones. They set up tent covers over the graves of their lost loved ones and spend the majority of the day in the cemetery. Some even spend the night. Some even have catered food delivered.
We had tent covers set up yesterday over the grave of Bernadette’s Father and her brother. At this moment, food is being prepared to take to the cemetery. This after noon we will be hiring a Jeepney to take tables, chairs and the food to the cemetery. At about 4:00 PM I will be taking Bernadette and her two sisters to the Cemetery of their father and brother located about 5 miles north of our house. I will stay only several hours. During that time I will get my exercise walking the many roads of the half mile square cemetery. At about 9:00 Bernadette and her sisters will take a Taxi from their Dad/Brothers cemetery to their grandfathers cemetery located about 20 miles south. There they will meet up with other relative that they will party with until the wee hours of the morning.