In the first 18 months of San Haven, North Dakota’s only state run Tuberculosis sanatorium, the institute had admitted 170 patients and had a long waiting list of patients wanting to be received by the facility for treatment.

As of June 30, 1914, with newly completed cottages the sanatorium had 62 beds; however, there was such a demand for admittance in the state the San in 1920 constructed an Infirmary Building for $10,000 that added 60 beds. In 1927, an addition was added on to the Infirmary at a cost of $125,000 that brought an additional 80 beds. In 1937, another addition was built for $300,000 with 123 beds. In 1938, the original Infirmary was remolded and added 45 more beds.

With the construction of the Infirmary and its two additions a number of problems were solved. First, instead of all patients be being a number of different buildings, they were all housed in the Infirmary. Second, with the completion of the addition in 1938, San Haven for the first time did not have a waiting list for individuals who wanted admission into the sanatorium.

The primary treatment at the San continued to be fresh air, rest and well-balanced diet. San Haven, like sanatoriums throughout the nation, followed a set number of rules they adopted from the physicians who originated the sanatorium, Dr. Edward Trudeau. San haven had a strict routine and the patients were expected to follow the routine precisely.

The late Lillian Petterson (Married to Emil Petterson who was a brother to Bob Stokes), a resident of Bottineau who spent four years at San Haven, spoke of her time at the sanatorium in an oral history she gave State Historical Society of North Dakota in the 1990s.

“They woke us up in the mornings and brought us a basin to clean ourselves after breakfast. Then our mornings were our quiet time. We read and studied our Bibles, and wrote letters, too. I wrote more letters than I ever wrote in my whole life. I wrote several service men in war (WW II), my part for the war effort,” Petterson said. “In the afternoons we had to take naps, after our naps we did fancy work like crocheting and embroidering. In the evenings, we had visitors, or just had had fun. Each bed had a radio with earphones. I was the biggest baseball fan and I always listened to all the games.”

Patients who were well enough to become ambulatory were allowed to work a few short hours a day in different departments at San Haven. Bands, choirs and theater groups (including Dakota College at Bottineau’s Drama Club) from throughout he state entertained patients,

The San had its own U.S. Post Office and its’ own newspaper called the San Piper, which housed its own printing press and was published monthly.

Numerous patients in bed spent their days writing poetry, which were published in the San Piper and eventually collected into an anthology titled, “San Musing.”

In Assembly Hall of the Refractory Building church services were held for the different denominations of the patients. The hall also granted patients movie nights were they were given the opportunity to see the latest movies coming out of Hollywood.

Holidays were always made special for the residents of San Haven. During Christmas time, the grounds were decorated and lighted for the patients to see out f their open windows. Within the Infirmary Building, every floor and each of the patients rooms had a decorated Christmas Trees and each of the patients received a gift from the sanatorium. The staff made fruit cakes, popcorn balls, and boxes of nuts and candy for its residents. On Christmas Day, those who were ambulatory were given a sleigh ride through the Turtle Mountains. 

During Eater, the employees also colored Easter eggs for the patients and on the Fourth of July the San entertained the patients with a fireworks show.       

Entertainment was important for patients because although fresh air, rest and a well balanced diet was the primary treatment, other procedures began to play an important role. By 1920, surgeries began at San Haven which granted patients’ lungs to rest complete, allowing them to heal natural through the body forming a calcification around the TB in lungs, which stopped the disease from spreading.

The procedures to rest the lung was to collapse the infective lung. The surgeries began at San Haven on July 1, 1920, and physicians utilized numerous types of surgical procedures to collapse the lung. Most patients at the San had a procedure called artificial pneumothorax. In the procedure, the surgeons would inject air with a needle into the lining around the lungs causing the lung with TB to collapse.

Unfortunately, artificial pneumothrax would have to be performed numerous times because lungs would naturally fill up with air again. The re-collapsing procedure was called, “refills” because the physicians would “refill” the lung’s lining with air again.

Another procedure performed at San Haven was called phrenemphraxis, where the surgeon would temporary paralysis the phrenic nerve, the nerve that sends message to the brain to control the diaphragm moving up and down. Through this procedure, compression to the phrenic nerve would cause the diaphragm to lift upward, causing negative pressure, collapsing the lung.

If patients were in the advanced stages of TB, surgeons wanted the lung to rest permanently. This was accomplished by a surgery called thoracoplasty where the physician would remove on an average mean seven to eight of the patients’ ribs on the side where the lung was infected. Once the ribs were removed, the lung would collapse permanently.

This was a difficult procedure for patients because they could not use anesthesia because their lungs and bodies could not safely take the anesthetic. So, the patients were given local anesthetic and the surgeon would remove the ribs while they were awake. Thoracoplasty was such a difficult surgery for patients; so, it had to be done through several procedures.

Another phrenic nerve procedure that was completely was called phrenexexresis, where the surgeon would enduringly paralysis the nerve by avulsion collapsing the nerve undyingly.

For Petterson, her TB was so advance when she came to the San, the surgeon’s conducted a thoracoplasty on her. The surgery left her distorted, bending her forward at her side because she had no ribs to keep her posture upright. Petterson spent the remainder of her life in that uncomfortable posture, walking at all times with a cane, but as she stated in her oral interview with the SHSND, it was horrible and painful surgery, but she was alive and cured of her TB when she left San Haven.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Gary and friends,

The following tale is from my cousin, Eleanor who, for me, yesterday, it was a gold mine day visit.

Eleanor let me take her treasured 1923 photo of her parents, which I copied today, and will return.

Wow, a story  to share on your blog too!

Bill and Mary Metcalfe were married in September of 1923.

The couple witnessing their vows were good friends and neighbors,

Gertrude Anderson and  John Awalt.

Later, a wedding dance was held to celebrate this union.

The wedding dance music was made by local musician, neighbor and good friend, Frank Poitra.

Frank who could play sweet fiddle music or a rousing good stepping jig.

Uncle Bill and Aunt Mary, during their first years of marriage  lived on the “Olson Place”

at the  side of Rabbit City Lake.

The Olson place was across the lake from William I and Rose Metcalfe.

Bill and Mary’s first child, Eleanor Rose, was born in August 1924.

Among, two Metcalfe families, many of the aunts and uncles, and their nephews and nieces

were around the same age, and grew up together.

            Along with Eleanor, my dad Cliff was taught his arc’s by his  oldest  brother Billy,

who had a little slate board, chalk and an eraser.   Cliff and Eleanor then began first grade at Bergan -Hillside School.

Eleanor say’s, Mr. Louis  Bergan donated the land and  the carpentry skills to build that school.

She said, Her Uncle Emil.   Gentle Emil was her protector. But she followed Cliff around calling him Uncle.

He didn’t like the teasing from other kids. He didn’t feel like an old uncle!  Then came Bob and Alice who were closer in age

to their aunt Jean.

 

In November of 1912, San Haven opened its doors for patients with tuberculosis with great anticipation of curbing the death rate of tuberculosis in the state.

The first building to be constructed on San Haven’s 260 acres of land was the Administration Building at a cost of $25,000. The structured housed a central dinning room, kitchen, laundry, furnace room, employee’s dinning room, porches and dressing rooms for 18 patients, offices, a laboratory and living quarters for the superintendent’s family and nursing staff. Initially, the building did not have electrical lights or telephone.

Dr. J.P. Widmeyer of Rolla was the first administrator of San Haven and in late November of 1912 he welcomed the first patient to be admitted into the TB sanatorium, Martha Magnusson of Wildrose, North Dakota.

In 1912, it cost patients $1.50 a day, or $5 a week to be treated at the facility.  Patients could either pay the sanatorium bill themselves, or, if they did not have the means to pay, the counties in which they came from would care for their bills.

In the first 18 months of the sanatorium opening its doors, 170 patients had been admitted to San Haven with a long waiting list for individuals wanting to get in to be treated.

With San Haven filled to its capacity, and a long waiting list, the institution constructed three cottages for the patients in 1913, which included the Men’s Cottage, the State Cottage for Women and the Masonic Cottage, which was funded by the Masons and furnishing by the Order of the Eastern Star. Outside of the three cottages being built on the property, the state also constructed a cottage for staff members that same year.

In 1915, the state added another cottage for the superintendent and his family, along with a dairy barn and new a structure called the Refractory Building which housed a new kitchen, dinning hall, assembly room and dormitory for employees.   

With victims of TB coming to San Haven to be treated, family members of the TB patients often moved to the Dunseith area to be closed to their loved ones while they were being treated. Other individuals journeyed to the sanatorium to find employment. With an increase in population and construction going on at the San, enterprise also increased in the Dunseith area, which included an interested team of horses owned by a Dunseith man.

 “Supplies were hauled from town by Henry Grim, driving a grey horse team of communistic habits. These horses wrecked much property. It was not unusual to find boxes of groceries, wagon wheels and bits of horse hair along the two miles of sanatorium road,” stated Stephen L. McDonough in his book, The Golden Ounce. “The grey horses were sold for a good price during the World War (WW I) and shipped to Europe. Everyone signed relief when the news came that they were blown up in the Battle of Marne.”

As for San Haven, itself, any resident from North Dakota could be treated at the sanatorium. Patients were admitted to the San when their personal physician or county medical health officer diagnosed them with TB. At that point, the superintendent of the sanatorium would be notified, and if there were any open beds at the institution, patients would be allowed to come to the facility.

Once diagnosed, patients’ primary treatments during their stay at the sanatorium consisted of rest, fresh air and a well balanced diet. Patients, depending on how severe their tuberculosis was, could expect to be in the sanatorium from one to four years.

Patients spent the majority of their time outdoors receiving fresh air treatments, even through the winter months. If indoors, patients’ windows were always left open, no matter what the weather conditions. For patients who slept in the Administration Building’s porches, it was not unusual for them to wake up in the morning in the wintertime and find snow on the porches’ floors. To keep warm, the patients slept with numerous blankets and hot water bottles.

According to Dr. John Lamont of Towner, who replaced Widmeyer three months after the sanatorium open, the improvement of the patients’ health at San Haven was found to be successful from the very beginning.

“The majority of the patients have shown a great improvement in health, the average gain in the first fifty patients treated being about five pounds, and this is in spite of the fact that many of our early cases sent the institution were in the advance stage of the disease,” wrote Lamont in the Biennial Report to the Board of Control of State Institutions for the Period Ending June 30, 1914. “The largest gain was thirty-three and one-half pounds.”

Even though the state was getting a handle on TB through San Haven, there was still no cure for the disease, and it flourished in the state with alarming numbers, bringing an abundance of patients to San Haven, along with a number of new buildings and treatments for tubercular patients.

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 By SCOTT WAGAR Bottineau Courant

In the summer months of 1981 in Jamestown, N.D., a construction company was constructing an apartment complex when it accidentally unearthed nine linear and nine conical mounds while preparing the footings for the complex. Within three of the mounds, 75 Native American were found buried, which included a female Indian between the ages of 35 to 45, and who was found to have had tuberculosis of the hip bone. The radiocarbon dates of the hip bone dated to around 980 A.D., granting North Dakota with one of the oldest paleontological specimens of TB found on the North American Continent.

Although finding TB in the State of North Dakota during the time John the Apostle was writing the Book of Revelation, little is known about TB until the beginning of the 1900s when this disease made an appearance in the state, and marked it for death.

As TB made its way across the state killing numerous individuals and bringing fear to all its’ communities, the Turtle Mountains gained a sense of immortality as the only place in North Dakota where one could go to be saved from TB; and, it came due to special circumstance that could only be found in the Turtle Mountains.     

In the “Biennial Report of the State Board of Health to the Governor of North Dakota for the Years of 1901 and 1902,” Dr. H.H. Healy made a quick reference in his report about TB, After careful inquiry I believe that the state is remarkably free from this disease.”

Two years later, when it came time for Healy to write the state health report, he was so ill with TB he could not write or present the report to Gov. Frank White.

Healy would recover from his TB, but the majority of the state would not be as lucky as Healy, as death rates increased across the state due to TB.  By 1908, the statistics on TB were alarming.

“One death in every ten, excluding stillbirths and those who died from violence, is due to it (tuberculosis),” the state health report stated. “At this rate, assuming our population to be 500,000 residents, there will die of tuberculosis in our state 50,000 of those now living.

With an alarming rate of TB deaths in North Dakota, Dr. James Grassick and Dr. Fannie Dunn Quain founded the Anti-Tuberculosis Association of North Dakota in 1909 immediately began lobbying the state to construct a sanatorium.

Through Grassick and Quian’s hard work, the two physicians saw some positive results from lobbying with the state’s leadership as they went into the 1909 legislative session, obtaining $10,000 to purchase land for a state run sanatorium, along with a board to oversee the project.

The board consisted of Gov. John Burke, the newly elected democratic governor to North Dakota; Grassick as the newly appointed superintendent of the State Board of Health; Dr. G.F. Ruediger of the public health laboratory; Quain and C.J. Lord of Cando.     

For the most part in 1909, the word sanatorium wasn’t a familiar term in North Dakota. The word comes from the Latin word, sanare, which when translated into English, means “to heal.” Sanatoriums had its beginnings in the United States starting in 1884 when Dr. Edward Trudeau of New York was diagnosed with the disease. Learning of his fate, he made the decision to spend the remainder of his days resting in the Adirondack Mountains.

While living in the Adirondacks, Trudeau discovered that instead of health failing, his health improved. He theorized that rest, fresh air and a good balance diet in an isolated area with proper altitude and low moisture rates could save a person’s life.

In 1884, Trudeau put his theory into practice and opened the Adirondack Cottage Sanatorium. Trudeau’s theory and sanatorium was successful and by the turn of the century sanatoriums were opening up nationwide.

In North Dakota, after gaining funding to purchase land for a sanatorium, the five board members started looking for best the location to construct the state’s sanatorium and soon found themselves on the south-east side of the Turtle Mountains just northeast of Dunseith.

Like Trudeau’s Adirondack Mountains, the state board felt the Turtle Mountains was the best place to locate to construct a sanatorium, because it held the right climatic conditions for TB patients, which included of high altitude, low moisture rates and all in an isolated area.

The site was also protected on the north and west sides by hills and trees, the site offered fresh water with lakes and springs and the ground’s soil was very fertile for growing crops. The land was perfect to construct an isolated community where people could come and recover from TB.

By choosing this land in the Turtle Mountains, the state also acquired an additional 100 acres of land as a gift to the state. The board made the decision to purchase the site and secured it for $4,052.

Although pleased with the funding they received to purchase the land and prepare it for a sanatorium, Grassick and Quain were disappointed that no allocations were made to construct the building, leaving them with land, but no building to start caring for victims of TB in the state.

Burke, who was a strong supporter of sanatoriums, and great orator, spoke on the issue during the opening of the Twelfth Legislative Session of North Dakota in his State to State address to the joint session of the North Dakota Congress in 1911.

“We have expanded altogether $4,052 for land and $4,119 for the lay out of the land. We have $1,8000 of the appropriations still unexpended,” Burke said. “We have expanded about $100,000 in the last two years fighting disease in animals. Surely we can afford to spend a little fighting this dreaded disease among our own kind. Everywhere war is being waged against the Great White Plague. It is no longer an experiment. We know that consumptives are being cured everyday in sanatoriums throughout the land. Let us not be behind the times in this respect.”

Twenty days later, Rep. Wesley Fassett of Dunseith, introduced House Bill 155 as “a bill for an act to provide for the establishment and government of a State Tuberculosis Sanatorium,” Fassett said in the House chamber with great determination, which was passed unanimously in both the house and senate with $25,000 allocated to construct an administration building; $3,000 for cottages to be built where patients would be located and treated, $1,000 for equipment; $1,000 for stock and poultry and %500 to construct a barn. 

The bill also included that a board be appointed to oversee the project. Burke appointed William Gottbrecht of Dunseith to be the president of the board; Dr. D. Lemieux of Dunseith the secretary, Dr. J.P. Widmeyer of Rolla the superintendent along Marion Edwards of Rolette and Grassick.

The board hired H.G Lykken of Grand Forks as the consulting engineer; W.J. Edwards of Grand Forks as the architect of the administration building and the Northern Construction Company of Grand Forks to construct the water, sewer and administration building.

After four long years, Grassick and Quain’s patience and determination to bring a state sanatorium to North Dakota finally paid off in the later part of November 1912 when the North Dakota Tuberculosis Sanatorium received its first patient; and, a future that would change North Dakota in infinite detail.

 

 

 

 

 

 

  

 

 

                                  

 

 

 

 

 

 

Gary,  I  would like to add my condolences to the Campbell family and recall a few memories.  Alan was six years older than me.  I wandered over to his house long before WW II, because I’d heard his mother was giving him a birthday party. There were in attendance. guys his age, but Mrs.Campbell invited me in to have some goodies and watch the big boys play games like, dropping clothes pins into a milk bottle, and one strange game which consisted of two guys with the two ends of a piece of string about two feet long in their respective mouths, while, without hands, they worked the string into their mouths to reach a piece of candy in the middle of the string.  I don’t remember anyone gagging, but a couple of the real guest were Emerson Murray, who later became the Adjutant General of the State of ND, and one of the Roher (spelling) boys whose folks ran the Peace Garden Cafe between the creamery and the drug store.  Alan was home on leave from a training session with the Air Corps, where he became a tail gunner
on B-17s in the 8th Air Force operating out of England, where survival was a hit or miss proposition.  I was
driving my dad’s ’41 Chevrolet, which I later rolled on the Lake road, and honked when I saw Alan in uniform in his back yard.  He recognized me and the car, came to attention, and gave me a smart salute.  I’ll never forget the feeling I had about he and the others from our town going off to war.  It was my hope
to be like Alan and have that handsome head of hair, as I got older.

  Later when he married Phyllis after finishing college in Jamestown, they were always involved with activities my wife, Pat, and I and others in Dunseith enjoyed when I would be home for a visit between
assignments. They both, and their children all were sterling members of our community, and during my long life, there was always a Campbell somewhere on our agenda.  Few people had greater influence and
greater example of that rare breed of Americans. Dunseith People.   Bill Hosmer

 

 

 

From Cathy Campbell Springan:  

 

  

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

      

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Alan Watson Campbell, 88, Minot, ND, longtime resident of Dunseith, ND and well-known banker, passed away Tuesday, January 22, 2013 in Minot.

Alan was born on August 18, 1924 in Bottineau, ND to William and Violet (Watson) Campbell. He was raised in Omemee, ND until he was 9 years old. The family moved to Dunseith where he attended school and graduated from Dunseith High School in 1942. He attended Jamestown College for one year and then enlisted in the military in 1943 and served in the U.S. Army Air Corps until his discharge on December 7, 1945. Following his discharge, he returned to Jamestown College and graduated with a Business Administration degree in 1948. While at Jamestown College, Alan met the love of his life, Phyllis Berg. They were married on July 30, 1947 at Voorhees Chapel at Jamestown College. Alan and Phyllis moved to Pittsburgh, PA where he attended the University of Pittsburgh and received his Masters degree in retail training.

In 1949, Alan and Phyllis moved to Minot, ND where he worked at the International Harvester District Office. While in Minot, he was a member of the American Legion and the First Presbyterian Church. Alan and Phyllis moved to Dunseith in 1953 and he worked with his father at Security State Bank and joined Campbell Insurance Agency in 1953.

Alan retired as President of Security State Bank in 1994.

Alan was very involved in the community of Dunseith. He was active in the American Legion, Dunseith Masonic Lodge, Shriners, Order of Eastern Star, Dunseith Golf Club, United Methodist Church, Dunseith Community Development Corporation, Rugby Good Samaritan hospital board and served as Mayor of Dunseith. Alan was a 50 plus year member of the Dunseith Masonic Lodge #99 and the North Dakota Masonic Lodge and the Archie Jardine American Legion Post  #185. He was also involved in the North Dakota KEM Temple Shrine.

Alan and Phyllis traveled extensively throughout the United States and attended several reunions of the 490^th Bomb Group. He enjoyed spending summers at Lake Metigoshe and winters in Mesa, Arizona.

He is survived by his wife of 65 years, Phyllis, Minot; children: Rich (Vicky) Campbell, Minot, Dave (Jodie) Campbell, Bismarck, Cathy (Steve) Springan, Stanley and Jeff (Lori) Campbell, Bismarck; grandchildren: Kyle (Grace) Campbell, Duluth, MN, Nicole (John) Grubb, Burlington, ND,  Jim (Darla) Cook, Seattle, WA, Heather Campbell, Eagan, MN, Alisha (Jeremy) Lacher, Bismarck, ND, Shaun (Zanna) Campbell, Bismarck, ND, Courtney Campbell, West Fargo, ND, Sara (Andrew) Herr, Minneapolis, MN, Gregg Springan, Madison, WI, Kayla (Travis) Dressler, Bismarck, ND and Jeremy Campbell (fiancée Brooke Marquardt), Bismarck, ND; great-grandchildren,  Trenton and Ellie Lacher, Nona and Sage Campbell and  Colin Grubb and cousin: Glen (Hester) Campbell.

Alan was preceded in death by his parents, infant daughter, Janice, and several aunts, uncles and cousins.

Celebration of the Life of Alan Campbell:  Saturday, January 26, 2013 at 2:00 p.m. in Vincent United Methodist Church – Minot.
Interment:  North Dakota Veterans Cemetery – rural Mandan.
Visitation:  At Alan’s request there will be no reviewal, but friends may sign a memorial register on Friday from 2:00 p.m. until 7:00 p.m. in Thomas Family Funeral Home – Minot and at the church one hour prior to the service.
Memorials:  In lieu of plants and flowers, memorials to the donor’s choice are preferred.

  

 

Hi Gary,

 

                                  Donald L. Williams

  

 

 

The Cam Ranh Bay video brought back a lot of memories for me also.  I was never stationed there but in my three tours oversees, I spent enough time there to make at least two tours, maybe more.  From Jan 67 to Dec 68 I was stationed in Japan, working on the C-130 aircraft which were supporting the war in Viet Nam.  As a crew chief with two people working for me, we went to Cam Ranh regularly for 30 or more days at a time.  Working 12 or more hours daily, 24/7, we were glad to go back “home.”  While at “home” base, we put the aircraft through a major inspection based on the number of hours it had flown.  When that was finished, we would send the aircraft out for a couple local training shake-down flights then we went straight back to Viet Nam.  That was our vicious, continuous cycle.  The better shape we could the airplane in, the more hours it would fly thereby reducing the number of days we spent in-country.  But that made the turn-around back to Viet Nam faster also.  In checking all my travel vouchers when I came back to the states, I noted that I had spent somewhat less than 150 accumulated complete days in Japan.  Rather rough for a two year tour!  If I remember right it was about 90 days for a 15 month tour in Taiwan.

I went through the same process while stationed at CCK in Taiwan from Dec 70 to Mar 72.  And again while stationed at Kadena, Okinawa from Jan – Sep 75.  Vietnam actually closed the doors in April 1975 and I got back out of there the day before that happened.  Made a unit move from Kadena to Yokota, Japan where I stayed from Sep 75 to May 78.

I have some pictures of Cam Ranh Bay, including some of the same scenes on the video.  I’ll share some of these with you.  Some of them are deteriorated but they are memories.  Don’t bother to send them out to the public.  The little camera I had at the time wasn’t very good, I had slides made of the pictures, and over 45 years they deteriorated at lot.

The question I still get asked once in a while is “Would you recommend the AF as the branch of service to join?”  The answer is yes.  But a follow on question is usually “Would you do it again if you could?”  Yes to the AF but no otherwise.  I spent my 20 years all in aircraft maintenance on C-130s and it took about 8 years to quit being fun.  The main thing is that I don’t regret the 20 years!!! 

Dale Pritchard

Dale,

 

How well I remember those C-130 Aircrafts. I actually rode in those a number of times with my travels around Vietnam.

 

I am sharing this picture of the Barracks in Cam Ranh Bay that you included with one of your attachments. It brings back memories of just the way those Barracks were that I lived in when stationed there. My room was on the top floor. How well I remember the cockroaches too. Often times when I’d be unlocking the door to my room I’d hear this mass exodus of cockroaches leaving my room going to the next room.

 

Dale, you had a remarkable career too, one to be commended for. 

 

Gary 

 

                            During the Vietnam War in Cam Ranh Bay

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

My condolences to the Campbell family on the passing of their father.  Mr. Campbell was a very nice person and great business man.� Lynn Halvorson Otto

 

I am so sorry to hear about your dad passing away.  Our thoughts are with you and your mom.

Diane

 

 

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

 

 

 

 

 

 

January 17, 2013 11:07 pm  •  By JOHN ELIGON | New York Times Service

 

 

 

 

The Winter Boots (Anyone who has ever dressed a child will love this– even if you have never dressed  a child, you will love this!)  Did you hear about the teacher who was helping one of her pupils put on his boots? He asked for help and she could see why. Even with her pulling and him pushing, the little boots still didn’t want to go on. By the time they got the second boot on, she had worked up a sweat. She almost cried when the little boy said, ‘Teacher, they’re on the wrong feet.’ She looked, and sure enough, they were. It wasn’t any easier pulling the boots off than it was putting them on. She managed to keep her cool as, together, they worked to get the boots back on, this time on the correct feet. She bit her tongue, rather than get right in his face and scream, ‘Why didn’t you say so? ‘ like she wanted to. He then announced, ‘These aren’t my boots.‘ Once again she struggled to help him pull the ill-fitting boots off his little feet. No sooner had they got the boots off when he said, ‘They’re my brother’s boots. My Mum made me wear ’em.’ Now she didn’t know if she should laugh or cry. But she mustered up what grace and courage she had left to wrestle the boots on his feet again. Helping him into his coat, she asked, ‘Now, where are your mittens?’ He said, ‘I stuffed ’em in the toes of my boots.’ She will be eligible for parole in three years.

 

 

 

 

 

 

                                        

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 Bob Stokes’ Army Picture with Corbin Pritchard and I think Lloyd Awalt

 

 

 

 Bob Stokes’ Army Picture & Vietnam Picture – Reply to Doreen Larson Moran

 

 

 

Bob Stokes’ Army Picture

 

Mary Knutson can maybe prove me right or wrong but I believe that the man on the right is Uncle Norman Pritchard, uncle to both Mary and me.  I never saw Uncle Norman more than once or twice, and that would have been before any memory of it.  You’re right about Corbin in the middle.

Dale Pritchard

 Bob Stokes’ Army Picture

The guy on the right looks like Chester Gibbs from Willow City..maybe you are not even in the same age bracket???

 

Emery and Carol Carbonneau’s wedding Photo

 

1.Elaine Watkins, 2.Margaret(mickey)Haagenson, 3.Curtis Gunderson, 4.George Carbonneau Jr, 5.Rita Carbonneau(Anderson),  6.Cecile Carbonneau (Marchand), 7.Murl Watkins (Hill), 8.Willie Pronovost, 9.Joe Merriam(?) or Willy Sherret,   10.Emery Carbonneau Sr, 11.Charles Watkins, 12.Adolph Robert, 13.Chick(Charlie) Watkins, 14.Jeannine Watkins, 15. Harriet Watkins, 16.Herman Carbonneau, 17. Carol Watkins,  18.Emery Carbonneau Jr, 19.  Helen Watkins, 20. Ellen Amundson,  21.Edgar Anderson, 22.Camille Carbonneau,  23.Ernest Amundson, 24.Edgar Gunderson, 25.Joe Rousseau

 

 

 

 

 

 

  

 

 

 

 

 

Gary,

Thanks for providing the picture of my Uncle Linc and thanks to Pam also for making the picture of her grandfather available.  I had never seen this one before.  Pam, if you have any more I would really like to see them.

Dale Pritchard

 

 

 

 

 

 

Wow !  Congratulations to Susan !  “Honorary Historian of Dunseith!”

 

 

 

 

1.Elaine Watkins, 2.Margaret(mickey)Haagenson, 3.Curtis Gunderson, 4.George Carbonneau Jr, 5.Rita Carbonneau(Anderson),  6.Cecile Carbonneau (Marchand), 7.Murl Watkins (Hill), 8.Willie Pronovost, 9.Joe Merriam(?) or Willy Sherret,   10.Emery Carbonneau Sr, 11.Charles Watkins, 12.Adolph Robert, 13.Chick(Charlie) Watkins, 14.Jeannine Watkins, 15. Harriet Watkins, 16.Herman Carbonneau, 17. Carol Watkins,  18.Emery Carbonneau Jr, 19.  Helen Watkins, 20. Ellen Amundson,  21.Edgar Anderson, 22.Camille Carbonneau,  23.Ernest Amundson, 24.Edgar Gunderson, 25.Joe Rousseau

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

1.Elaine Watkins, 2.Margaret(mickey)Haagenson, 3.Curtis Gunderson, 4.George Carbonneau Jr, 5.Rita Carbonneau(Anderson),  6.Cecile Carbonneau (Marchand), 7.Murl Watkins (Hill), 8.Willie (can’t remember his last name but he lived with the Bibeaus), 9.?,   10.?,   11.Charles Watkins, 12.Adolph Robert, 13.Chick(Charlie) Watkins, 14.Jeannine Watkins, 15. Harriet Watkins, 16.?, 17. Carol Watkins,  18.Emery Carbonneau Jr,19.  Helen Watkins, 20. Ellen Amundson,  21.Emery Carbonneau Sr, 22.Camille Carbonneau,  23.Ernest Amundson, 24.Edgar Gunderson, 25.Joe Rousseau

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

He pours some liquid onto the teaspoon and offers it to the chemist.

“Could you taste this for me, please?”

The chemist takes the teaspoon, puts it in his mouth, swills the liquid around and swallows it.

“Does that taste sweet to you?” says Paddy.

“No, not at all,” says the chemist.

“Oh that’s a relief,” says Paddy. “The doctor told me to come here and get my urine tested for sugar.” 

 

 

                                        

 

                               

 

 

 

 

 

Face Book Capture from Brent Armentrout (’84) 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The kids in the front……Murl (Watkins) Hill, not sure who the dark haired girl is – again, I’d guess a sister of Emery, if he has that many – the cute little girl in plain in front of Murl is her sister Elaine Watkins, then Mickey Haagenson, Curtis Gunderson….and that’s the extent of MY knowledge.

Oh – except for my Great Grandma Ellen Amundson…..she is behind Helen – her face is to the immediate right of Helen’s.  I think we still have the hat she’s wearing in this photo – it gets worn at tea parties w/the grandkids at Crystal’s.

Guess I don’t make it into the running for Aggie’s ‘honorary historian’ award!!! 

Paula  Fassett

 

 

 

 

 

                              

 

                         

 

 

 

 

 

Reply from Aime Casavant (’66):  Jamestown, ND

  

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

  

 

A friend of the family asked me today,
if I  had read this in the Bismarck paper.

They suggested to notify you,  by  e-mail the obit.
.
The Williams family were long time members of the Dunseith  community.

The older  William’s  children,  Bryan, Deb, Brad, and Boyd
all graduated from Dunseith High School.

I extend  sympathy to the Williams family.

Thanks Gary.

Vickie Metcalfe

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                                

  

 Jennifer, I just noticed, after posting this, that your birthday isn’t until the 15th.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Deborah Lynn Wenstad Slyter (DHS ’72)� (Died January 7, 2013)

 

 

Deborah Slyter, age 58 of Dunseith, died Monday at a Bismarck hospital. A memorial service will be held on Friday at 2:00 pm at the Peace Lutheran Church in Dunseith.

Deborah Lynn Slyter, a daughter of Oscar and Elberta (Anderson) Wenstad, was born on August 25, 1954 at Bottineau. She was reared at Dunseith and later graduated from Dunseith High School. On August 25, 1972, she married David Slyter at Dunseith. This marriage later ended. She worked as a caregiver at the Dunseith Nursing Home and at the San Haven State Hospital. She later worked as an assembler at the Turtle Mountain Corporation until she retired due to her health. She also did janitorial work at the Johnson Clinic for many years.

She was a member of the Peace Lutheran Church in Dunseith. Deborah loved spending time with her grandchildren. She also loved animals an enjoyed word puzzles, painting antiques, writing, reading, photography and investigating old buildings for artifacts and treasures.

She is survived by her son, Chad Slyter of Valley City; daughter Stacey Slyter of Atlanta, GA; grandchildren, Abby and Olivia Slyter of Valley City and Anastasia Clinkscales of Atlanta, GA; brothers, Arlan (Darlene) Wenstad of Lansford, Don Wenstad of Rolla and Curtis Wenstad of Rolette; sisters, Connie (Lawrence) Turner of Boissevain, MB, Donna Wenstad of Dunseith and Pam Lane of Rugby; significant other, Jack Dahl of Dunseith; step-children; Jack and Heather Dahl of Skime, MN and Heidi Dahl and Darin Raftevold of Roseau, MN; step-grandchildren, Matthew, Tyra, Anastasia, Dylan, Hope, Whitnie, CJ and Hallie.

In addition to her parents, she was preceded in death by her sister, Bobbi Wenstad.

Arrangements were with Nero Funeral Home in Bottineau. Friends may sign the online register book at www.nerofuneralhome.net.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Afternoon Gary:  The picture of the Art Rude farmhouse looks just like my Grandparents house.  Art and Arla Millang’s.  Could it of been the same builder?  

Diane Millang Volk

 

 

Gary and Friends,       The picture of the big white house that Susan posted thinking it
might be Art Rude’s,  is actually Art and Arla Millang’s house on Little
Prairie.  Arla was my grandmother’s sister so I spent quite a few Sunday
afternoons over the years with Mom and Grandma visiting them and their
son Milton.  It was fun for me to go there when I was young but it was
kind of up to Milton to entertain me so he probably wasn’t as enthused
as I was, being he was about 13 years older than me.  We watched TV on
his little black and white TV.  Usually it was Canadian
channels—hockey or curling which I didn’t understand at all.  I do
remember watching ‘The Big Picture’, which was a weekly military
documentary,  at their place once so that was a highlight as I really
liked that show and didn’t miss it if I had the choice. Arla always had
good old fashioned Norwegian cookies and stuff for lunch so it was a
neat place to go to visit.  I spoke with Stan Salmonson and we kind of
agree that the picture was probably taken in the early 50s but we aren’t
sure what the occasion might have been for so many people being there.�
Maybe a church gathering or a wedding reception is as close as we can
guess.  We did decide who we believe some of the vehicles probably
belonged to though.  Mostly neighbors and relatives.  Thanks Gary!

Dick

 

 

 

Cheryl,

 

I have updated Penny’s my records with Penny’s new email address

 

Thanks,

 

Gary

 

 

Subject: My follow up on  HOW OLD IS GRANDMA?

We  boomers are the ‘ filling’ in the  sandwich generation too.

I recall when  my family lived in Washing ton my sixth grade year  63-64.

Dad was working construction.   We lived in a nice neighbor hood.

But many of changes were occuring in the Seattle metro area.

I know  it scared Dad.

He and my mom couldn’t wait to get us

back to North Dakota where life was simpler.

 I was so glad they did.   I liked going to a smaller school and

seeing familiar faces every day.

My parents were  somewhat old- fashioned.

We had access to the family car as a family.

My parents  never had credit cards.

Each kid, each had chores to do every day, 

after a snack, then we changed into chore clothes.

The biggest chore day was Saturday. 

The barn needed a load of straw or the house got a deep cleaning.

No one was exempt.

Week days  the one black and white 2 channel t.v. was on for an hour or two

for the news and 1 show.  Homework came first 

 Summers we didn’t even watch, unless it was Sat. night and hadn’t gone visiting.

We watched then as a family.

Everyone went to bed by  10.

Friday and Saturday nights, the entire  family all would pile in the car,

to  go “visiting”.  We interacted with cousins.  

We also knew,  to listen to the adults.

We kids called grown ups Mr. or Mrs, and gave up our chairs for them.

We were to treat everyone with respect

Holidays were spent with family…..

If there was an older person with

no place to go, Dad would go get them…………(Like Ward and Annie)

If a person  had an odd way of smelling or looked odd.

 ___That wasn’t  important.

 

Important_____ were our  responsible actions and actions to others.

And if one of the aunts and uncles were around we had that boundary reminder.

We ate at least one or more meals a day together as a family.

Then we kids cleaned  up together.

 Thanks Vickie

This was  the essay sent to me by Ron,  which  stretched my mind., to follow with my thoughts. VM 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                            

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Here is a link to a YouTube video which someone made.  It starts with the tractors.  Maybe someone will recognize him.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Face Book update from Donna Wenstad

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Gary 

 

 

 

 

 

Gary 

 

 

 

  

 

 

 

Thomas Scott Hepper

31 Jim Berube, 23 warren Anderson, 35 Ken Nerpel, 45 Tom Evans, 33 Allen, Houle, 13 Jay Vanory, Coach Gene Hepper

41 Alan Boguslawski, 21 Mitch Evenson, 25 Dwain Gooden, 15 Carmen Myer, 11 Donald Mongeon, 43 Larry Hackman 

 

 

 

 

 

Three women and three men are travelling by train to the football match.

 

                                   

 

                                           

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I would like to share a personal experience with my closest friends about drinking and driving. As I’m sure you know, some of us have been known to have had brushes with the authorities on our way home from an occasional social session over the years.

Well, a couple of nights ago, I was out for an evening with friends and had a few beers. Knowing full well I may have been slightly over the limit, I did something I’ve never done before; I took a cab home. Sure enough, I passed a police road block, but since it was a cab, they waved it past.

I arrived home safely without incident, which was a real surprise, because I have never driven a cab before and now that it’s parked in my driveway am not sure where I got it, or what to do with it.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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