THE FINAL INSPECTION

The Soldier stood and faced God,

Which must always come to pass.�
He hoped his shoes were shining,�
Just as brightly as his brass.

‘Step forward now, Marine,�
How shall I deal with you?�
Have you always turned the other cheek?�
To My Church have you been true?’�
The Marine squared his shoulders and said,

‘No, Lord, I guess I have not.�
Because those of us who carry guns,�
Can’t always be a saint�
I’ve had to work most Sundays,�
And at times my talk was tough.�
And sometimes I’ve been violent,�
Because the world is awfully rough.

But, I never took a penny,�
That wasn’t mine to keep…�
Though I worked a lot of overtime,�
When the bills got just too steep.�
And I never passed a cry for help,�
Though at times I shook with fear..�
And sometimes, God, forgive me,

I’ve wept unmanly tears.�
I know I don’t deserve a place,�
Among the people here.�
They never wanted me around,�
Except to calm their fears

If you’ve a place for me here, Lord,�
It needn’t be so grand.�
I never expected or had too much,�
But if you don’t, I’ll understand. 

There was a silence all around the throne,�
Where the saints had often trod.�
As the Marine waited quietly,�
For the judgment of his God. 

‘Step forward now, Marine,�
You’ve borne your burdens well.�
Walk peacefully on Heaven’s streets,�
You’ve done your time in Hell.’ 

Author Unknown~

It’s the Marine, Sailor, Soldier and Airmen not the reporter�
Who has given us the Freedom of the Press.�
It’s the Marine, Sailor, Soldier and Airmen not the poet,�
Who has given us the Freedom of Speech.�
It’s the Marine, Sailor, Soldier and Airmen not the politicians�
That ensures our right to Life, Liberty and the Pursuit of Happiness..�
It’s the Marine, Sailor, Soldier and Airmen who salutes the flag,�
Who serves beneath the flag,
And whose coffin is draped by the flag. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Hi Gary,

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A young guy from North Dakota moves to Florida and goes to a big “everything under one roof” department store looking for a job.

The Manager says, “Do you have any sales experience?” The kid says “Yeah. I was a vacuum salesman back in North Dakota .”

Well, the boss was unsure, but he liked the kid and figured he’d give him a shot, so he gave him the job.

“You start tomorrow. I’ll come down after we close and see how you did.”

His first day on the job was rough, but he got through it. After the store was locked up, the boss came down to the sales floor.

“How many customers bought something from you today son?”

The kid frowns and looks at the floor and mutters, “One”.

The boss says “Just one?!!?
Our sales people average sales to 20 to 30 customers a day.

That will have to change, and soon, if you’d like to continue your employment here. We have very strict standards for our sales force here in Florida .

One sale a day might have been acceptable in North Dakota , but you’re not on the farm anymore, son.”

The kid took his beating, but continued to look at his shoes, so the boss felt kinda bad for chewing him out on his first day.

He asked (semi-sarcastically), “So, how much was your one sale for?”

The kid looks up at his boss and says “$101,237.65″.

The boss, astonished, says $101,237.65?!? What the heck did you sell?”

The kid says, “Well, first, I sold him some new fish hooks.

Then I sold him a new fishing rod to go with his new hooks.

Then I asked him where he was going fishing and he said down the coast, so I told him he was going to need a boat, so we went down to the boat department and I sold him a twin engine Chris Craft.

Then he said he didn’t think his Honda Civic would pull it, so I took him down to the automotive department and sold him that Ford 4×4 Expedition.”

The boss said “A guy came in here to buy a fish hook and you sold him a boat and a TRUCK!?”

The kid said “No, the guy came in here to buy tampons for his wife, and I said, ‘Dude, your weekend’s shot, you should go fishing………

 

 

Another reminder for the Benefit for Dawn Allard

 

 

 

 

Whoop! I should have said -we rode home on a flat bed, not flatbread.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Hi Gary – May be we will be able to meet in ND.  I plan to be there the first 8 days in July.  Will be staying with my brother, Lloyd, in Towner but I’m sure I’ll be up to Bottineau at least once or more.  I spoke with Orvin over the weekend to see if he wants to come up with me.  I’m flying into Fargo and renting a car from there.  He said he’d get back to me.  He had to yodel and sing for me, of course.  What a guy!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

�    A clearly inebriated woman, stark naked, jumped into a taxi in Fargo and laid down on the back seat.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The girl on the left in the plaid jacket I can’t remember her name Barbara maybe?? 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Larry,

Who told you that story about me?

Diane

 

 

 

 

 

                      Susan Fassett and Charlie Carbonneau 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

  

 

 

 

 

  

 

 

 

 

Do you remember the famous Olympic skier Picabo Street

 

                                                

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Gary 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

BREAKFAST, AUCTION, AND SILENT AUCTION WILL TAKE PLACE IN THE
BOTTINEAU HIGH-SCHOOL MULTI-PURPOSE ROOM

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

It was wonderful to see Irene Fassett as I remember her.  Such a beautiful
lady inside and out.Marlys Hiatt

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Subject: Three Women.
THREE WOMEN, TWO YOUNGER, AND ONE SENIOR CITIZEN, WERE SITTING NAKED IN A
SAUNA. SUDDENLY THERE WAS A BEEPING SOUND.ONE OF THE YOUNG WOMEN PRESSED HER FOREARM AND THE BEEPING STOPPED.
THE OTHERS LOOKED AT HER QUESTIONINGLY.

‘THAT WAS MY PAGER,’ SHE SAID. I HAVE A MICROCHIP UNDER THE SKIN OF MY ARM.

A FEW MINUTES LATER, A PHONE RANG. THE SECOND YOUNG WOMAN LIFTED HER PALM
TO HER EAR. WHEN SHE FINISHED, SHE EXPLAINED, ‘THAT WAS MY MOBILE PHONE. I
HAVE A MICROCHIP IN MY HAND.’

THE OLDER WOMAN FELT VERY LOW-TECH. NOT TO BE OUT DONE, SHE DECIDED SHE HAD
TO DO SOMETHING JUST AS IMPRESSIVE. SHE STEPPED OUT OF THE SAUNA AND WENT
TO THE BATHROOM.

SHE RETURNED WITH A PIECE OF TOILET PAPER HANGING FROM HER REAR END.

THE OTHERS RAISED THEIR EYEBROWS AND STARED AT HER.

THE OLDER WOMAN FINALLY SAID………WELL, WILL YOU LOOK AT
THAT… I’M GETTING A FAX

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

  

  

 

 

 

 

                   

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                           

 

 

 

 

 

      My thoughts on the picture of the  two men with your dad

.   The far left I bellieve is Corbin Pritchard and the one in the middle looks like could be Willie Thompson.   Ella Pladsons brother.    Maybe Keith or Dale can verify.     Later.   Mary 

 

 

 

Posted by her son Ron Cain:  

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Hi All,

I held off on this because I couldn’t make a decision on Corbin.  Sorry, Bill and Keith.  You guys are welcome to jump in here and help out whenever you want.  The man in the middle reminded me of someone I knew, or thought I knew.  To my knowledge, I never met Willie Thompson so whatever I said would have been wrong.  Gary, there’s no mistaking your Dad!

Dale

 

 

 

Keith and Gary,

My thoughts exactly.  Though I never met Uncle Bill (Willie), sure looks like the pictures I’ve seen of him.

John

Note: John’s mother, Esther Thompson Tangen, was a brother to Willie Thompson.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Folks,

 

It is a small world. I replied to Allen with a personal message.

 

For general info, Allen is Virgil Rude’s brother. Virgil has been mentioned various times with our postings and with several of his own postings too. Allen and Virgil’s Parents were Alfred and Viola Bjornseth Rude. LaVerne, Glen and Arliss Rude are Allen and Virgil’s double first cousins. Allen graduated from Bottineau in 1969. Rod Hiatt, I believe that was your class too.

 

I remember Allen so well from our childhood days. As I mentioned to him, the Rude’s, Bergan’s and Stokes’ were pretty close in those days. We were together, often times, multiple times, each week. We were one big happy family. I have not seen Allen since 1965. That is 48 years ago.

 

Allen, it was such a pleasant surprise hearing from you. We now have you on our distribution too. 

 

Gary   

 

March 13,1961

 

 

 

OLE WON A FISHING BOAT IN A RAFFLE DRAWING IN A SMALL UPSTATE
NORTH DAKOTA TOWN. HE BROUGHT IT HOME AND LENA LOOKS AT
HIM AND SAYS, “VOT DA HECK YOU GONNA DO VIT DAT. DERE AIN’T NO
WATER DEEP ENOUGH TA FLOAT A BOAT WIDIN 50 MILES UV HERE.”
OLE SAYS, “I VUN IT AND I’MA GONNA KEEP IT.”
SVEN CAME OVER TO VISIT SEVERAL DAYS LATER.
HE SEES LENA AND ASKS WHERE OLE IS.
SHE SAYS, “HE’S OUT DERE IN HIS FISHIN BOAT,” POINTING TO THE
FIELD BEHIND THE HOUSE.
SVEN HEADS OUT BEHIND THE HOUSE AND SEES HIS BROTHER SITTING IN A
FISHING BOAT WITH A FISHING ROD IN HIS HAND DOWN IN THE MIDDLE OF
A BIG FIELD.
HE YELLS OUT TO HIM, “VOT DA HECK ARE YOU DOING OUT DERE?”
OLE REPLIES, “I’MA FISHIN’. VOT DA HECK DUZ IT LOOK LIKE I’MA DOING?”
SVEN YELLS BACK, “IT’SA PEOPLE LIKA YOU THAT GIVE PEOPLE FROM
NORVAY A BAD NAME; MAKE EVERYBODY TINK WE ARE STOOPID.
IF I CUD SVIM, I’D COME OUT DERE AND KICK YOR BUT.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                            

 

 

 

 

 

 

Gary and Friends,      The girl on the left in the Salem Bible School Picture sure looks
like Carol Pritchard to me.  If you compare the picture of Carol in the
the Pritchard family photo in message 1755 and the girl in the Salem
Bible School picture in 1759,  they look the same to me.  I might be
wrong so I can certainly be corrected with no problem.     Gary,  your old Model A was actually a ’30.  I see it has a ’35
Ford 16″ rear wheel and a probably a ’30 Model A 19″ wheel up front with
a bigger tire than normal.  ‘Run what you have’  is the way it was done
back then.  Lots of those old Model A cars were cut off to make
pickups.  They were just old junk cars back then so why not make
something useful?  I remember being on the south side of the grade
school ( It was the ONLY school at the time–1960-61) in Dunseith and
seeing Joe Boguslawski driving a cut off Model A that had just the
windshield and the cowl left on it for a body.  He had a wooden plank
bed built on the back and there were a bunch of kids sitting across the
back of the bed,  which stuck way out behind the rear axle.   They were
all laughing and having a good old time.  I watched as Joe revved up the
old engine and dumped the clutch and with all the kids way out on the
back,  he could do a ‘wheelie’ with the old jalopy.  I was pretty
impressed as a 10 year old kid.  First vehicle I ever saw do an actual
dragster type wheelie!  It was running all of 35 horsepower,  I
suppose.  I kind of doubt there was a license on the old crate either
and my guess would be ‘Fred Flintstone’ type brakes like most of them
had.  The bunch of kids that day didn’t care!  Thanks Gary!

Dick

 

 

 

 

 

  

 

 

 

Hi Neola,I have thought a lot about this photo since you sent it out a couple of years ago. My dad said he just could not see good enough to help me id people in it so i decided to send a print to my uncle Rick Rude in Overly. He is not positive the man in the center is my grandpa (Clarence Rude) but we talked and we both are fairly certain it is. He is going to show the print my uncle and his wife and see what they think. You likely know them, Don & Doris Rude.He was able to add a name, the man on the bottom row with all the hair is Charlie Jensen.

Hope you are well,

Tarri Rude Steiger

 

 

 

 

 

 

  

 

 

Gary,I’m pretty sure that the guy in the middle is not Dad (Henry Salmonson).
The guy on the left reminds me of Corbin Pritchard.

Brad

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Gary and Friends,      Cheryl Larson Dakin was correct with the  big October snowstorm
being in 1959.  I see some of the article headings say ’58 but it was
definitely 1959.  Although I don’t remember the man,  I think the
Dunseith barber that was a brother to Mrs. Nostdahl,  was Floyd Nelson.�
People used to talk about him and I remember the name. Last point of
interest (mine anyway)  is that my grandmother was a good friend of
Oscar and Sylvia Bergan and once I took her up to their place east of
Metigoshe.  I think they were staying in Bottineau during the winters
and at the farm in the summers at that time.  Sylvia and my grandmother
were both members of the Bottineau Garden Club (I think that was the
name)  and I took Grandma up to see Sylvia’s flowers.  I don’t remember
a thing about the flowers– BUT–  Oscar had a ’56 Ford Pickup which is
the year model I have coveted since I was a kid.  My craving has lead me
to collect several of them and I am still on the hunt for more.  Some
people would call it compulsive hoarding but the ’56 Ford is the coolest
truck on the planet and I just can’t see one go to the crusher to become
a Toyota Camry or the like.  I’m not alone in my like of these little
trucks as they’re also the hottest seller of all the ’50s series Ford
pickups.  One little red ’56 came to this area in the early ’70s and I
was there to try to buy it but the owner wouldn’t let go for any price.�
Over the next few years,  I tried several times but to no avail. He sold
it on a whim to another guy and I tried for several more years to buy it
from him.  Again,  not for sale!  This guy died a year ago and his wife
sold all the vehicles to the car crusher–including the ’56.  Guess
what??  The crusher is a friend of mine and remembered me telling him I
had tried for years to buy the truck.  He called and asked if I was
still interested in the little red ’56?  I told him I was at any cost
and he laughed and said he already was on his way to my place and would
only need about $300. for it!  How about happy endings after 40
years???  Thanks Gary!

Dick

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 Minnesota farmer named Ole had a car accident. He was hit by a truck owned by the Eversweet Company, a Harley Westover Company.
In court, the Eversweet Company’s hot-shot attorney questioned him thusly:
‘Didn’t you say to the state trooper at the scene of the accident, ‘I’m fine?”
Ole responded: ‘vell, I’lla tell you vat happened dere. I’d yust loaded my fav’rit cow, Bessie, into da… ‘
‘I didn’t ask for any details’, the lawyer interrupted. ‘Just answer the question. Did you not say, at the scene of the accident, ‘I’m fine!’?’
Ole said, ‘vell, I’d yust got Bessie into da trailer and I vas drivin’ down da road…. ‘
The lawyer interrupted again
and said, ‘Your Honor, I am trying to establish the fact that, at the scene of the accident, this man told the police on the scene that he was fine. Now several weeks after the accident, he is trying to sue my client. I believe he is a fraud. Please tell him to simply answer the question. ‘
By this time, the Judge was fairly interested in Ole’s answer and said to the attorney: ‘I’d like to hear what he has to say about his favorite cow, Bessie’.
Ole said: ‘Tank you’ and proceeded. ‘vell as I vas saying, I had yust loaded Bessie, my fav’rit cow, into de trailer and was drivin’ her down de road vin dis huge Eversweet truck and trailer came tundering tru a stop sign and hit my trailer right in da side by golly. I was trown into one ditch and Bessie was trown into da udder ditch.
By yimminy yahosaphat I vas hurt, purty durn bad, and didn’t want to move. An even vurse dan dat,, I could hear old Bessie a moanin’ and a
groanin’. I knew she vas in terrible pain yust by her groans.
Shortlyafter da accident, a policeman on a motorbike showed up. He could hear Bessie a moanin’ and a groanin’ too, so he vent over to her. After he looked at her, and saw her condition, he took out his gun and shot her right between the eyes.
Den da policeman came across de road, gun still in hand, looked at me, and said, ‘How are you feelin’?’
‘Now wot vud you say?’

 

 

 

Snow storm of 1959 and the Texas duck hunters

 

 

Gary and Friends,    Thanks to Cheryl Larson Dakin for the information about her dad,
Norm Larson, being with Bob Hosmer when he delivered groceries to Homer
and Willie,  the Texas duck hunters who were stranded in the snow.  I
didn’t know Bob Hosmer had a partner with him when he made the trip to
help the guys out.  History continues to reveal more details through our
conversations on Gary’s Blog!  First the Studebakers and now the
snowbound Texas duck hunters.  The only thing I really remember about
the Texas guys was their old 1940s dark green Dodge school bus camper
that they drove all the way from Texas to hunt here in the Turtle
Mountains each fall.  The only engine Dodge produced  for trucks at the
time was a flathead six cylinder that was not very powerful so it must
have been a long slow ride.  We had a grain truck with the same engine
and it was really underpowered especially with a load of grain on it.�
Thanks Cheryl and Gary!

Dick

 

 

 

I can’t put a name on the first lady.   If I was at home I would go to the church history book and maybe a name from “the old days” would trigger my memory.    They are dressed very nice; Viola has a corsage and hat.  Is Virgil Rude on your list?   Doreen

 

 

 

 

 

Nice to see that church women picture with Sylvia (Lockhart) Bergan.   Years ago she was very helpful connecting the Wm Striker family of ND to the Striker family who stayed in the midwest.  I am sending a pic of her and Oscar and also a pic of Wm Elmer Striker and (some of) his children.

 

 

 

 

The beautiful lady in the hat..single picture is Ethel Nelson..I understand she had a father or a brother that was a Barber in Dunseith,,Ethel married a Nostdahl and they had several children..Harley,Ward,. Don,Waiva Bergeron and a few more..Just thought this was a beautiful picture and I noticed there was a Nelson in the Little Prairie church article..Ethel’s parents were from the same area in Norway. 

 

 

 

An old, blind cowboy wanders into an all-girl biker bar by mistake.

He finds his way to a bar stool and orders a shot of Jack Daniels . 

After sitting there for a while, he yells to the bartender, ‘Hey, you wanna hear a blonde joke?’

The bar immediately falls absolutely silent. 

In a very deep, husky voice, the woman next to him says,

 ‘Before you tell that joke, Cowboy, I think it is only fair, given that you are blind, that you should know five things:

1. The bartender is a blonde girl with a baseball bat.

2. The bouncer is a blonde girl.

 3. I’m a 6-foot tall, 175-pound blonde woman with a black belt in karate.

 4. The woman sitting next to me is blonde and a professional weight lifter.

 5. The lady to your right is blonde and a professional wrestler.

 Now, think about it seriously, Cowboy. Do you still wanna tell that blonde joke?’

 The blind cowboy thinks for a second, shakes his head and mutters, ‘No…not if I’m gonna have to explain it five times.

 

 

Gary,

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Dick,

I so enjoy your posts.  You are truly a historian!

Diane Sjol

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                                

 

 

 

Hello Gary,
�
It was good of Dick Johnson. to post a reply concerning Joseph LaFrance and Mary Louise Tennancour. Both Joseph and Mary Louise had been married prior to 1900. Joseph and Nora Cutter had one daughter; John Levi Gaudette and Mary Louise had three daughters. Joseph’s marriage ended before 1900 and Mary Louise was divorced in 1907 after a long separation. After their marriage, Mary Louise did apply to have a name change for her living daughters Marie Alphonsine and Evelina Lise, but I found no record from the courts granted the request. Evelyn used the name Gaudette/Gaudet when she and George Gottbreht married in 1915.
In later years Evelyn told me that she would always be grateful to her father, John L Gaudette, who arranged with Bottineau County Child Service to have his daughters placed in the St. John Academy of Fargo. “Without my Dad, I never would have had an education.” Her beautiful penmanship, reading and writing skills, and I must add rhythm to the other 3 “Rs” were known in the town and probably throughout the county.
Evelyn was especially proud of her foster father Joe LaFrance and his service in the Spanish American War. After that brief conflict, the troopers spent six weeks of quarantine in Montauk, NY. I viewed the photo history of the Rough Riders preserved in the Light House near the former camp and Army Headquarters. The structures of the camp seemed well preserved but were closed for renovation and update of the Museum. After his presidency, Teddy Roosevelt hosted a reunion of the Rough Riders at Montauk. TR called Joseph LaFrance foreword by name.
�
I do have extensive files for the GAUDETTE and CARTIER dit LAFRANCE families if this would be helpful for those searching family lines. I have many boxes yet unopened and find the challenge of sorting through old files so daunting.
Keep well friends! I read the blog faithfully with great interest. Thanks Gary. Sharron

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Gary 

  

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

  

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                             

 

Art, Is this really for real?  Rose truly is a beautiful Rose. 

 

 

                             

 

MARIE NORA MONGEON

Nora Mongeon, age 96 of Dunseith, died Sunday March 24, 2013 in a Rugby hospital. Funeral services will be held on Monday April 1, 2013 at 10:00 A.M. in the St. Michael’s Catholic Church in Dunseith. Burial will be at the Pre St. Marie Cemetery in Tisdale, SK. A wake will be held on Sunday beginning at 7:00 P.M with a prayer service at 8:00 P.M. in the Church

Nora Mongeon, a daughter of Emile and Emelda (Grenier) Casavant, was born on July 9, 1916 at St. Dennis, Saskatchewan. At a young age she moved with her family to the Tisdale District where she attended Arpsville School. In October 17, 1934 she was married to Lawrence Tremblay at Tisdale, SK. After their marriage they moved to a farm north east of Archerville SK. It was here that she helped log trees and farm with her husband. On June 8, 1969 Lawrence passed away. On August 8, 1970 she married Roland Mongeon and they moved to a farm two miles south of Dunseith. The lived there until 1987 when they moved into Dunseith where she has resided since.

She took many trips to Canada to see her family and they spent many winters in Arizona. After her retirement she enjoyed golfing, gardening, baking, the Minnesota Twins, going to the Casino and spending time with her family and friends. Nora was a devoted Catholic and was a member of the alter society and spent many years volunteering at the St. Mary’s Mission Store in Dunseith.

Nora is survived by a daughter, Joan Johnson of Dunseith; sons Victor Tremblay of Weyburn, SK and Maurice Tremblay of Edmonton, AB; 24 grandchildren; many great-grandchildren; sisters, Lea Jalbert of CA, Theresa Groat, Marie-ange Gregoire both of SK, Francoise Roy and Gabrielle Donahue both of BC; brother, Eugene Casavant of BC

 

 

HOWARD ABRAHAMSON

Howard Abrahamson, age 87 of Dunseith, died Monday, March 25, 2013 in a Dunseith nursing home. Funeral services will be held on Saturday, March 30, 2013 at 11:00 A.M. in the Peace Lutheran Church in Dunseith. Burial will be in the spring at Little Prairie Cemetery of rural Dunseith. Visitation will be Friday beginning at 4:00 P.M. with a prayer service also at 4:00 P.M. in the Church.

Howard Abrahamson, a son of Martin and Sylvia (Price) Abrahamson, was born on July 13, 1925 on the family farm in the Turtle Mountains north of Dunseith. He attended the Carpenter Country School. On December 21, 1946 he was married to Maude Nerpel at the Presbyterian Parsonage in Rolla. After their marriage they began farming. In the winter of 1946 he worked at Yakama Valley trimming trees and laying block for a clinic at Soap Lake, WA. Howard returned home and has been farming ever since.

He was a member of the Church of the Brethren and was baptized on September 9, 1940 at Hooker Lake. Howard later became a member of the Peace Lutheran Church in Dunseith. He received the Rolette Conservation Award in 1979. In 1989 Howard received the Outstanding Agriculturalist Award. Howard was an officer on the Rolette County Weed Board for many years. He was a member of the Little Prairie Cemetery Board. Howard loved to hunt, making trips to Colorado to hunt Elk and retired from hunting in 2005. he also loved to fish taking many trips to Canada.

He is survived by his wife Maude of St. John; sons, Darrell Abrahamson and Thomas Abrahamson both of St. John; grandchildren, Jeffery Sinness, John Abrahamson, Justin Abrahamson, Sara Abrahamson, Cory Abrahamson, Tami Abrahamson, and Alex Abrahamson; 6 great-grandchildren; and a sister, Beulah Rush of Rolla

 

 

Ken Landsverk

Jan. 27, 1948-March 25, 2013

March 30, 2013

Ken Landsverk was born Milford “Kenneth” Landsverk on Jan. 27, 1948, in Bottineau, N.D., to Gertie and Nels Landsverk. He was one of 12 children. He passed away on March 25, 2013, in Salinas, Calif., at the age of 65 with family at his side.

For those privileged enough to have known Ken, you already know what an incredible man he was. People were drawn to him and his goodness. Never have we known anyone who was a man of his word, honest, kind, generous and a man with True Grit. Most of all Ken loved his family. We have been absolutely blessed to have had him as a husband, father and friend.

His life and legacy live on in the hearts of: his wife, Aggie Landsverk, of Salinas, Calif.; his children, Travis Landsverk, of Salinas, Heather Guerra, Paso Robles, Calif., Ruby Archuleta-Pitts, Pagosa Springs, Colo., Francine Speer, of Concord, Calif., Kimberly Herrera, of Texas; his numerous grandchildren; his brothers, Elwood, Minot, Bruce, Dunseith, Virgil, Minot, David, and Leland, both Bottineau; and sisters, Barbara Lawrence and Sharon Beckman, both Bottineau; and many nephews and nieces.

He was predeceased by his brothers, Arlen, Roger, and Darrel, and sister, Evelyn, and now joins them in heaven with his mom and dad.

We wish to thank Dr. Steve Petronijevic and his staff, Dr. Stampleman, the staff at Salinas Valley Memorial and the Visiting Nurses Association for the wonderful care they gave to Ken.

A rosary will be held on Thursday, April 4, 2013, at 7 p.m. at the Struve and Laporte Chapel, 41 West San Luis St., Salinas.

A memorial gathering will be held: Friday, April 5, 2013, at 10 a.m. at Madonna Del Sasso Church, 320 East Laurel Drive, Salinas. Please join us in celebrating the man who was so special to us.

Memorials: In lieu of flowers, please make donations in his memory to The American Lung Association in California. You can submit online or mail the online form to the American Lung Association in California, 424 Pendleton Way, Oakland, CA 94621; or call: (510) 638-5864. The online form can be found at www.lung.org/associations/states/california

/ways-to-donate/honor-a-loved-one/. Funeral arrangements by Struve and Laporte Funeral Home, Salinas. Online condolences

 

 

Robert Paulson Sr.

Jan. 22, 1942-March 28, 2013

March 31, 2013

Robert James Paulson Sr., the son of Hailey and Emma (Hiller) Paulson, was born on Jan. 22, 1942, in Rugby. He died at the age of 71 years on Thursday, March 28, 2013, at the Heart of America Medical Center in Rugby.

Robert was raised in the family farm home of his parents in Meyer Township, Pierce County, just east of Rugby and attended a country school near his home. He completed his education at Rugby High School. In April 1960, he was inducted into the U.S. Army and was stationed in South Korea until his honorable discharge on May 7, 1962. Following his discharge, he returned to the family farm to work with his father. He was united in marriage to Eva Eurich on July 16, 1963, at Peace Lutheran Church in Dunseith. Following their marriage, the couple made their home, raised their family and farmed the Paulson family farm in Meyer Township. In 2003, the couple retired from the farm and moved into Rugby.

Robert was a longtime member of the Meyer Township Board and the American Legion. He was a avid hunter and fisherman and enjoyed gardening and being with his family.

He is survived by: his wife of 49 years, Eva; four sons, Robert James Jr. (Laura) of Princeton, Minn., Jeffrey David of Golden Valley, Minn., Kris Lee (Wendy) of Spout Spring, Va., and Brian Gregg of Lansing, Mich.; four grandchildren, Anthony, Aaron, Courtney and Matthew Paulson; six great-grandchildren; one sister, Doreen Geibel of Longmont, Colo.; other relatives and friends.

He was preceded in death by one son in infancy; and his parents.

Funeral services: will be held Tuesday, April 2, at 11 a.m. at the First Lutheran Church in Rugby with spring burial in the Persilla Watts Cemetery, Rugby, and Pastor Brenda Burns of the Knox Community Church as officiate. Military honors will be accorded by the Clarence Larson American Legion Post # 23 Honor & Color Guard of Rugby and the North Dakota Military Funeral Honors Detail.

Visitation will be Monday from 5 until 7 p.m. with a time of prayer and sharing of memories beginning at 7 p.m. in the Anderson Funeral Home of Rugby. Visitation will continue on Tuesday for one hour prior to the time of services at the church.

Arrangements are with the Anderson Funeral Home of Rugby. An online registry is available at (www.funeralsbyanderson.com).

 

 

 

True story!!

From Alaska

Seems to me like yesterday:—
Walkin’ down the beaten path,
Where the autumn aftermath
Glistened with the April wet,
Tryin’ to look green and yet
Kind of limp and lonesome lay.

Gettin’ long toward Easter time;
Days the city folks calls Lent,—
Little that we cared or spent
What they called it, prose or rhyme,
More than twenty years ago,—
Me and my old playmate Joe;
Back in dear old Yucatan
Township, where Root River ran.

What we cared fur was the wood
Filled with flowing maple sap,
And the bluff above the gap
Where the Mississippi’s flood,—
Floating many a steamboat craft,
Many a Chippewa forest raft,—
Met our boyish gaze and curled
Round the bend into the world.

Then the mill-pond and the dam;—
Spearing red horse in the race;
And below our swimming-place
Was a cave where Turkey Sam
Shot and killed a hungry bear—
Oftentimes we’d go and peer
In about the rocks and stones
Looking for dead Injuns’ bones
While our hearts felt awful queer.

But about them Easter eggs—
We had fixed it—Joe and I,—
Talked it over on the sly,
Makin’ tops and mumble-pegs;
Playin’ marble and high spy;—
Next time Easter day come round
We would know where eggs was found;
Many a jocund, boyish boast,
‘Bout the eggs we’d have to roast
Over in the poplar grove
Just this side of Knox’s cove—
Then there’d be a big surprise:—
When we’d from our hidden store
Bring our Easter eggs galore
How the folks would bug their eyes!

I remember ‘long in March,
Mild and early was the spring.
Say, how them old hens did sing!
How the folks for eggs would search.
Mother couldn’t understand—
Fed ‘em table scraps and meat —
Combs was red and slick and neat,
Cackle, and they’d kick the sand
Through their feathers with their feet.

Joe and I — we understood, —
Playin’ ’round the old barnyard,
Watched them old hens weasel hard
Tryin’ to hide away and brood;
Every secret cleft and nook, —
Underneath the horses’ stall,
High up on the smoke house wall,
Knowed ‘em better than a book; —
Out beside the pile o’ rails,
In the tool house by the nails, —
Where a hen could crawl or fly,
We went after, — Joe and I.

Then to make a hiding place,
In the corner of a stack,
Lay a weatherbeaten rack —
Crawled beneath it on our face
With a forked, crooked pole
Worked and twisted through the straw,
Roughest work I ever saw;
Made a long and narrow hole,
Then by twisting round and round,
Dug a nest close to the ground.

In it went our Easter eggs:
Many a time I hurt my back
Skoochin’ under that old rack,
Rusty nails would scratch my legs—
Still, as Easter time drew nigh,
Poked ‘em in there on the sly;—
One thing troubled us—old Nig
Our old Spanish topknot hen,
Disappeared, we couldn’t find,
Not a feather left behind
Just to show where she had been.

Last our Easter Sunday came—
Seems to me like yesterday,
In that old familiar path
With the autumn aftermath
Lying ’round like locks of hay:—
All the east was clouds of flame
Like that early Easter morn
When the Son, of woman born,
Rose and rolled the stone away.—
Bright and early did we creep
Underneath that beaten rack,
Scratched our legs and punched our back,
Reached in for them eggs, when “cheep,”
“Cheep, cheep, cheep” and “cluck, cluck, cluck”
And Joe says “Dog on our luck,
“Ef it haint that old black hen,
‘Ef she ain’t a’gone and ben
”Just a settin’ with her legs
“Straddled on our Easter eggs,
“An’ what’s more—it beats the dickens
“Half them Easter eggs is chickens.”

From “Poems And Sketches Of Nebraska” By Addison Erwin Sheldon

 Thanks Tim

Larry