Gary,

I will be moving to Vancouver, B.C. in a few weeks, and my email will change to this:   

Could you please update.  Keep up the great job, love seeing my daily blog.

Kelly Woods (89)

 

Also paintings of Marilyn Campbell both Oils asnd China painting

(Marilyn is famous around the Minot area)

 

Many items too numerous to mention

An Antique Parade saddle from the 50s will be available for offers, but not auctioned.

Bob,

 

How true that is. All Jeepney’s are manufactured in this country from running gear purchase at the salvage yards. Brand new vehicles assembled on a worn out chassis.

 

Gary 

One evening, after the honeymoon, he was organizing his golf equipment.  His wife was standing nearby watching him.

After a long period of silence she finally speaks. “Honey, I’ve been thinking … now that we’re married I think it’s 

time you quit golfing. Maybe you should sell your golf clubs and golf cart.” 

Sammy Boy gets this horrified look on his face.

She says “Darling, what’s wrong.” 

“There for a minute you were sounding like my ex-wife.”

 “Ex-wife” she screams. “I didn’t know you were married before!”

 “I wasn’t”.

HOW TO CALL THE POLICE WHEN YOU’RE OLD AND DON’T MOVE FAST ANYMORE.�
George Phillips , an elderly man, from Meridian, Mississippi, was going up to bed, when his wife told him that he’d left the light on in the garden shed, which she could see from the bedroom window. Georgeopened the back door to go turn off the light, but saw that there were people in the shed stealing things.�
�
He phoned the police, who asked “Is someone in your house?”�
He said “No,” but some people are breaking into my garden shed and stealing from me. 

Then the police dispatcher said “All patrols are busy. You should lock yourdoors and an officer will be along when one is available.” 

George said, “Okay.” 

He hung up the phone and counted to 30. Then he phoned the police again.

“Hello,I just called you a few seconds ago because there were people stealing things from my shed. Well, you don’t have to worry about them now because I just shot and killed them both, the dogs are eating them right now.” and he hung up. 

Within five minutes, six Police Cars, a SWAT Team, a Helicopter, two Fire Trucks, a Paramedic, and an Ambulance showed up at the Phillips’ residence, and caught the burglars red-handed. 

One of the Policemen said to George , “I thought you said that you’d shot them!”�
George said, “I thought you said there was nobody available!” 

True Story! I LOVE IT!�
Don’t mess with old people.
Live well, laugh often, love much!!!

Here is a picture of my wonderful brother in law, Jack.  The suspect is in custody and has $1,000,000 bond so he isn’t going anywhere.  They expect more arrests and the investigation is ongoing.  The funeral will be Monday at 11am in Williston, ND at First Lutheran Church.  Everson Funeral home is in charge.  We will bury Jack next to his mother in Makoti later in the day.  We are very appreciative of all the love and support shown by everyone.  This tragedy makes no sense as Jack was a funny, kind, loving human being.  I have attached a couple of picture of him.  Keep us in your prayers everyone.

Diane

Personal message from Diane to Me (Gary)

We are on an emotional roller coaster. Based on the evidence we saw the day of his disappearance, we were pretty certain he had been killed. They do have someone in custody so I am hopeful we get answers. We are happy they found him, because without the tip due to the $30,000 we posted, we would have never found him. But we are so sad that he was killed senselessly. Jack was an awesome human being…loved his horses and his ranch and he and Scott were business partners and very close. They have one other brother, Jason, who is Jack’s twin. On top of this we are getting ready for Scott’s youngest daughter’s wedding (Kendra lives with us) which is on May 25. She is so sad but trying to be happy for her wedding…so life is pretty much a mess right now. That is why it is so important to have everyone’s support and prayers, so we thank you. I don’t mind if you post this. Take care Gary.

Cemetery Story

 

It’s that time of year again.  Time to make our annual trip up north to stop in at the cemeteries to say some prayers, and  and to put some flowers on the grave sites of relatives and  friends. 

Then just prior, to heading for home, to stop at Dale’s Cafe, and quench my craving for a jumbo burger.

 

 thinking about visiting the grave sites and with the recent stories on the news about sink holes appearing here and there

around the country, and these sink holes actually swallowing up cars, people and houses, I just couldn’t help recalling the story

about my brothers and me cleaning up and mowing the grass at the Duns eith Cemetery south of town.

 

My brothers and I while in our teens, had jobs taking care of the St. Louis and Riverside cemeteries,

back in the sixties, for Harry Douglas.  Harry ran the funeral home at that time, and supervised the care of the two cemeteries.

The cemetery supplied three push la wn mowers, of which usually only two would run and hand operated grass

clippers, plus a couple of spades and wheelbarrows. We supplied the labor. Mowing that hill was a real job.

Clipping around the grave stones was always slow and time consuming. The wheelbarrows and spades were

used to haul topsoil from a stockpile at the southwest corner of the cemetery, to fill in over the graves that had

settled.

 

We soon tired of the wheelbarrows. My oldest brother attached a hitch to his car bumper and went got a

two wheeled trailer we had on the farm. We then used it to haul topsoil to the grave sites. This method was a lot

faster and a whole lot less work. Wheelbarrows still had to be used to get into the tight areas between grave markers

but we didn’t have to push them as far. It would take us 3 to 4 days to do both cemeteries and we would have to get them  

done at least a week or more prior to each holiday. Them  hand clippers caused a lot blisters, and pushing lawn mowers

up anddown that hill took a lot of energy.

 

I remember an instance when one of my brothers was mowing along, when all of sudden he let out a yell.

A grave had caved in. He had gone down with it. He thought something had a hold of him?

He did not know whether to shit or go blind? Thank heaven he did neither.

After all, we all had to ride home together in the same car.  With the three of us brothers riding together

and being tired and hungry, there was usually enough tension. 

 

I remember Harry Douglas explaining to us that each grave usually settled three times. First when the wooden

Vault would give way, then when the casket gave way and then the body. The concrete vaults that are now

used, solved most of thi s problem. Aren’t we lucky?

 

My older brother use to also accompany Harry Douglas to Devils Lake whenever he had to pick up a new grave

stone. He had to do the heavy lifting for Harry. He said, He never did enjoy the trip, as Harry would drive all the

way there and back on the shoulder of the road and at a speed of 35 mph. He still remembers hitting and

crossing every road approach there and back.

 

Them sink holes are some terrible things??????

 

Remember to laugh,

Larry                                                                                                   

Posted by Neola Kofoid Garbe:  Bottineau & Minot, ND

 Jam session

Bottineau Sr. Center

Sunday, May 19, 1:00-4:00

I’d like to say a few words about Linda Fugere Wheeler.  We were cousins who lived only 20 miles apart, but didn’t meet until we went to Minot State in our freshman year.  Both of us applied for a theatre scholarship and the story goes that they couldn’t decide between the two Fugere girls, so they split the scholarship and offered us each half.  I believe we met for the first time at the dinner where the scholarships were presented.  But we were fortunate to do a lot of theatre work together the next few years, and much of that time we were inseparable.  I will forever remember Linda’s irrepressible giggle and her love for red roses.

Linda had the ability to radiate happiness and light up a room, something we should all aspire to.  Her love for Bill, her “Prince Charming,” for theatre, and for all her family made her positively glow when she spoke of them.  She will always be missed.

Hello Brenda,

Bernadette perked up today. We did our monthly grocery shopping and she accepted an invitation for dinner, for us, at a friends house tomorrow. It is so nice. She goes down 10 notches, rebounds 8 notches, levels out for a period of time, then goes down another 10 notches, rebounds 8, levels out and the cycle continues.

Actually Brenda, I am not physically exhausted. Maybe a bit mentally though. We have good help readily available when needed. Last night Bernadette went to bed about 8:00 PM. At about 9:30 PM I heard the bell ringing for Novie, her niece. Within a minute Novie was at her side in our bedroom. Bernadette was not feeling well at all and could not sleep. She wanted a massage, so Novie text messaged the gal that does massages. She was here within 5 minutes. Her other niece, Novie’s sister, was in the bedroom with her too. All of that excitement perked Bernadette up some too. The massage lady gave her a complete body massage. At 11:00 PM she was feeling a lot better and went out into the living room to watch TV. That is where she was at when I went to bed. I didn’t even hear her come to bed. This morning she was feeling better and continued to perk up more as the day progressed.  At the moment I am putting together today’s blog and she is watching CSI.

Take care,

Gary

PS – Her body massage cost her 2 bucks, so it didn’t break the bank.

Gary,

I see Chi Chi  out shopping occasionally.

When I saw her yesterday, I told her about the July gathering.

She is very  interested. in reuniting with old friends.

She told me in the past you called her when she had a land line.

She has moved into another apt.

She doesn’t have a computer.

She uses a cell phone.

She said, LOL, “Her boss at the the pig farm currently is her daughter.”

It is so rewarding to hear of grandparents like Chi Chi who

encourage  grandchildren in pursuing  goals in education!

It is super neat to see a young person working to attain dreams.

With  her strong work ethics, personable demeanor, Amanda always clearly

demonstrated a true  “gift”  in art, which she now  has blended that with some “motor head” knowledge.

Later.

Vickie

Larry,

Madison is to be commended along with the other band members. What an honor.

Gary                                                                                                                            

Greetings to Gary and Dunseith Alumni friends from Chi Chi (Evenson) Olson ’68

Posted by Vickie Metcalfe (’70): Bottineau, ND.

 Chi Chi is looking forward to attending the July 2013 gathering of Dunseith Alumni and friends.

Aside from that,

Chi Chi is a proud grandmother of  Amanda Pedie.

On Friday, May 10, 2013, she will be a Wapheton (NDSCS) graduate.

 Chi Chi said,

“Amanda has worked full time and part time jobs to put herself through college.

Amanda is choosing to begin her automotive career here in Bottineau.

D & B Auto has employed Amanda all through college.

She has worked hard through summer, winter and spring breaks to achieve her goal.

If your car gets construction ding or a scratch on your vehicle this summer see Amanda.”

 How many can say their granddaughter has a career in autobody?

Congratulations Amanda and proud grandma Chi Chi!

 P.S. I’ve seen Amanda’s creativity since she was in elementary school.

How cool is that!

Later, Vickie

 Follow up message from Vickie

 Hi Gary,

Neola,

 

We are looking forward to seeing Ginger too. I know she visited Neola too, when she was in Bottineau.

 

Gary

Carol/I drove to Dale’s for a late supper.  I had Dale’s jumbo burger, or whatever it’s called.  When I go to Dale’s, I don’t need to look at the menu–I KNOW what I’m ordering. LOL.  I told Carol about July 27/28 and encouraged her to attend one/both days.  I THINK she will try to attend on Saturday, July 27.   Do you know where Billy Satrang is now?

Neola,

 

I don’t have Billy Satrang in my records. I am not sure where he is at. Hopefully some of our readers know where his is living.

 

Gary

FOUR RETIREES VISIT A BAR

Four old retired men are walking down a street in Fountain Hills, Arizona

They turn a corner and see a sign that says, “Old Timers Bar – ALL drinks

10 cents.”

They look at each other and then go in, thinking this is too good to be true.

The old bartender says in a voice that carries across the room, “Come on in and let me pour one for you! What’ll it be, gentlemen?”

There’s a fully stocked bar, so each of the men orders a martini.
In no time the bartender serves up four iced martinis shaken, not stirred
and says, “That’ll be 10 cents each, please.”

The four guys stare at the bartender for a moment, then at each other.

They can’t believe their good luck.

They pay the 40 cents, finish their martinis, and order another round.
Again, four excellent martinis are produced, with the bartender again
saying, “That’s 40 cents, please.”

They pay the 40 cents, but their curiosity gets the better of them.

They’ve each had two martinis and haven’t even spent a dollar yet.

Finally one of them says, “How can you afford to serve martinis as good as
these for a dime apiece?”

“I’m a retired tailor from Phoenix ,” the bartender says, “and I always
wanted to own a bar. Last year I hit the Lottery Jackpot for $125 million
and decided to open a place out here. Every drink costs a dime. Wine, liquor, beer  it’s all the same.”

“Wow! That’s some story!” one of the men says.
As the four of them sip at their martinis, they can’t help noticing seven
other people at the end of the bar who don’t have any drinks in front of
them and haven’t ordered anything the whole time they’ve been there
Nodding at the seven at the end of the bar, one of the men asks the
Bartender, “What’s with them?”

The bartender says, “They’re retired people from North Dakota. They’re waiting for Happy Hour when drinks are half-price, plus they all have coupons…”

Vonda,

 

Where can folks send donations for your Dad/

 

Thanks,

 

Gary

The Charles J. Strosacker Award is given to a United Way partner agency employee who represents the spirit of the community and shows leadership, compassion for those less fortunate and an innovative spirit. The recipient was Susan Putnum, executive director of Big Brothers Big Sisters of the Great Lakes Bay Region.

Putnam said awards like this are rarely about the person receiving them, but instead are reflective of the support team of staff, board members and volunteers. Putnam oversaw her organization’s expansion with a merger with Isabella County’s program, the purchase of a building and another merger with Bay and Saginaw counties. She said the mission has always been about serving children.

“To be recognized for doing what I love, perhaps what I was meant to do all along, is an affirmation for me that I am right where I belong,” Putnam said.

Face Book posting just posted by Art

Art wrote: “I think I will explain that one for the “non-relatives” Norma. My Dad is a first cousin to all the Larshus relatives of his generation, as Grandma Hannah was the oldest of the Larshus siblings. Rena Roland’s maiden name was Rena Larshus, daughter of Henry Larshus and Dad’s first cousin, and they were born a day apart. So every year, Dad would call Rena, and ask her how it felt to be so old. (It was a traditional lol, before there was lol) I just called Dad and asked him how it felt to be 90 instead of 89, he said he didn’t know yet, everything is slower at his age. He sounded pretty good on the phone, so I think he will enjoy it if people stop by.”

LARRY A. (Weasel) BERGAN

Larry A. (Weasel) Bergan, age 63 of Dunseith, died Sunday in his home. Funeral services will be held on Friday, May 3, 2013 at 10:00 A.M. in St. Michael’s Catholic Church in Dunseith. Burial will be in St. Mary’s Cemetery of rural Dunseith. A wake will be held on Thursday, beginning at 4:30 P.M., with a prayer service at 8:00 P.M. in the church.

Larry (Weasel) Bergan, a son of Clayton and Alice (Laverdure) Bergan, was born in Belcourt on October 28, 1949.

He is survived by a daughter, Melanie (David) Martin of Dunseith; sons, Curtis (Malissa) Bergan of Fairbanks, AK and Devin (Tricia) Bergan of Temple, TX; 10 grandchildren; brothers, David Bergan of Dunseith; sisters, Judy Leonard of Dunseith, Janet Evans of Monticello, MN and Carol Harris of Torrance, CA.