9/30/2013 (1864)

Jess Hosmer
Memories from Leland Stickland (64):  Dickinson, ND
Kay Hosmer John,  I think that YOUR families’ home was on one corner of the block and we Sticklands’ lived on the other?
                             Kay, I remember YOUR Mother quite distinctly.  SHE was the 5th grade teacher of the class of 1964.
                             Her youthfulness, intensity and sincerity offered fine personal traits that could be safely emulated.
                             One day, I was asked to pronoun the word    fatigue    with great resolve I replied    “fatty goo”.
                             DOUBT IT !!!
                             Egg-on-the-face, again, yet, surely, and uncounted eggs yet to arrive.
                             As Y’all   no  , I am slow to learn/understand very fast, quick or not at all.  I pulled a similar stunt with the
                             word    debris.   Certainly, we all know that   debris  is  pronounced   debris.  I attempted to say that
                             word as sounding “deb ris”.  Strike two (2).   Deb-re’.   A long E, with  the em fah sis on the second syllable.
                             I did my best to keep any reference to RE out of my lexicon.  RE is reserved for ‘PETE and RE PETE’
                             or do it over again, as in REDO DO DUE DEW.
                             I do fondly recall that at least once/more times, I was kindly asked to copy 5000 words;after school
                             using with a dull, short, 3″ inches long, pencil with no eraser.  All correct spelling was required; NO erasure
                             attempts were accepted in this written iteration.  Get a new page and start over.
                             The meaningless, non-sequitur  format and content of this pointless story only served as an expectant
                            appetizer  before the evening meal when I arrived home, late,t o face my Father, Robert.
                                                    This PRIVILEGE of imitating a BARD was reserved for a chosen few.
                            I was 10 years old while in the 5th grade and ONLY weighed 192.  I now live in the banana belt of ND.
                            There is a great concentration for ranching in this country.  I often say:: With the way I can/could gain
                            weight it is a good thing I was/am not a HEREFORD or I would have been long gone, on the one (1) way
                            trip to Sioux City, IA..
                                             YES,  I  REMEMBER  JESSLYN  SEL(T)ZER  FROM  TOWNER,  ND
                                            Kay, I hope the above written recall when in YOUR MOTHER’s class is not received as disconcerting.
                                                    I remember feeling an excitement each day in class.  Positive intentions and quality of personal
                                                    worth cannot be a production.  YOUR MOM surely had each of these motivating traits.
                                                    KAY  YOUR MOM’s teaching US in the 5th grade helped ME a lot in preparation for the future !
                                                                                                        LEE   s
Class of 63 – 50th reunion
Reply from Sharon Peterson Harmsen: Bismarck, ND
Gary, you did get everyone right who was at our reunion.  Lorenzo Anderson did attend the reunion but he was not present at the time the group shots were taken.  He came later and hopefully there are some pictures of he amongst our group somewhere. 
Thanks for being so patient.  Darlene has other photos to send you and will send a few at a time.
I wasn’t sure with a couple of the folks. Glad I guessed right. For those of you that want to save this picture, it is inclusive of the names listed above the photo.
Darlene, please do send us more photo’s.
Class of 63 1864-1 Anderson, Lorenzo 1863
Joke of the day
Posted by Larry Hackman (’66):  Bismarck, ND
Morris Schwartz is on his deathbed, knows the end is near, is with his nurse, his wife, his daughter and 2 sons.
“So”, he says to them:

“Bernie, I want you to take the Beverly Hills houses.”

“Sybil, take the apartments over in Los Angeles Plaza.”

“Hymie, I want you to take the offices over in City Center.”

“Sarah, my dear wife, please take all the residential buildings downtown.”

The nurse is just blown away by all this, and as Morris slips away, she says , “Mrs. Schwartz, your husband must have been such a hard working man to have accumulated all this property”.

Sarah replies, “Property? … the schmuck has a paper route!”

9/29/2013 (1863)

Reply form Jess Hosmer’s Daugher
Kay Hosmer (1977):  Crown Point, Ind
I was glad to read that my mother, Jess, was thought of as an ambassador at the Log House.  I am hoping that people who have visited the Log House recently have noticed the new piece of handcrafted furniture by the front door on which is set the coffee pot & other items.  This piece was built by my cousin John (son of Bill & Pat Hosmer) with memorial money given in honor of mom after her passing last October.  On the piece of furniture is a plaque. 
Rolette County History – Laura Law’s book
Message from Ken Striker:  Dayton OH
A few years ago, there was a reprinting of Laura Law’s book- History of Rolette County and Yarns of the Pioneers. I think they were available at NDAK Insurance in Rolla. I am not sure if there are anymore left but I can find out if anyone in interested and the cost I believe was around $20. I have one of the originals, and we refer to it often. I am so thankful that she put all that time and effort in writing it. One of her sons, Bonar and his wife Carol lived in the Dunseith area for awhile.
Wondering extent of information on Elmer Striker Family in this book.  Elmer Striker m Mabel Espe and lived near Kelvin/ Rolette Co ND before moving to Montana by 1937, then on to Seattle.  Their children were Eunice, Gary and Donna while in Turtle Mt area,  and later Jackilyn and Marie. 
Ken Striker of Dayton Ohio 
Class of 63 – 50th reunion
Posting from Sharon Peterson Harmsen:  Bismarck, ND
HI Gary,
Was good to run into you this summer in Bottineau at a rather unfortunate event, i.e. my cousin Laurel’s funeral, but, nevertheless, good to see you and introduce myself.  Please include the following write-up in a future blog with regard to our class reunion.  I will also attempt to send some pictures but not very adept at doing so and my “right hand man” (husband) is out of town right now.  I’ll send the pictures under a separate email.
Reunion Wrap-up for DHS Class of 1963
During the weekend of August 9-11, 2013, the Dunseith High School graduating class of 1963 celebrated their 50th class reunion.  This coincided with the annual Dunseith Days events so the town was super busy with plenty of activities for everyone to enjoy.
The class of 1963 kicked off their reunion weekend with a social at Dale’s on Friday night before eating dinner and enjoying live entertainment in the lounge.  Saturday we enjoyed the free pancake and sausage breakfast, rode the Class of 1963 float in the parade and spent the afternoon and evening at Denise and Curt Halvorson’s visiting, reminiscing, sharing lots of stories and just enjoying the camaraderie with our old classmates, many who hadn’t seen each other since high school graduation 50 years earlier.  The reunion ended Sunday with a few of us sharing breakfast at Dale’s before heading home.  It was great fun to see and reconnect with everyone again.  Classmates traveled from as far away as Arizona, Louisiana, Maryland, Minnesota, and of course, North Dakota.
Of the twenty seven (27) graduating seniors, sixteen (16) were in attendance with one special guest.  Many spouses, friends and others attended as well.
Those graduates attending were Lorenzo Anderson, Bottineau, ND, Tom Berube, Minot, ND, Dennis DuBois, Minneapolis, MN, Jim Evans, Dunseith, ND, Gary Houle,  Champlin, MN, Lyle Lamoureux, Prescott Valley, AZ, Sharon Landsverk-Beckman, Bottineau, ND, Linda Millang-Bostic, Buffalo, MN, Valiant Moyer, Bottineau, ND, Sharon Peterson-Harmsen, Bismarck, ND, Russell Pigeon, Pick City, ND, Dale Pritchard, Leesville, LA, Darlene Quillinan-Larmore, Bivalve, MD, Denise Quillinan-Halvorson, Dunseith, ND, Kathy Salmonson-Helgeland, Dunseith, ND and Hamilton, MT, and Dave Shelver, Lake Havasu City, AZ.  Our special guest was Charlotte Handeland-Hahn who started school with our class but did not graduate due to her desire to go to work.
I’m attaching a few photos and would encourage anyone who has additional pictures to send to Gary Stokes for inclusion in his daily blog.
Again, for those of us who were able to be in Dunseith in August, a good time was had by all.  Maybe we’ll do it again in 5 or 10 years and those who were unable to attend the 50th can come join us.
What a beautiful picture. You guys all look so good. I noticed that Lorenzo Anderson attended but is not in the photo. I just happen to have a recent picture of Lorenzo that I have pasted below.
Class of 65, take note, we have our 50th in two years.
My pure guesses. Please correct me.  Gary
Standing: Sharon Peterson-Harmsen, Valiant Moyer, Dale Pritchard, Denise Quillinan-Halvorson, Gary Houle, Kathy Salmonson-Helgeland, Lyle Lamoureux,  Charlotte Handeland-Hahn Jim Evans
Seated: Tom Berube, Darlene Quillinan-Larmore, Sharon Landsverk-Beckman, Russell Pigeon, Dennis DuBois, Linda Millang-Bostic, Dave ShelverClass of 63 1863
Anderson, Lorenzo 1863 Lamoureux, Lyle 1863
Highway 43 to perform at the Hostfest
Posting from Neola Kofoid Garbe:  Bottineau & Minot, ND

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Hwy 43

Wednesday, October 2, 2013  3:30 pm
thru  Saturday, October 5, 2013

Highway 43 1863

This trio is from the Turtle Mountains located in north central North Dakota, just a couple of miles from the Canadian border. They perform all types of music from country and bluegrass to rock-n-roll. Their songs range from the Civil War era to current renditions including some songs written by Ron.
Ron Hett and Dick and Brenda Johnson have been performing at events throughout the area since 2007. They have performed at various events such as the Norsk Høstfest, school reunions, community celebrations, fundraisers and Frozen Fingers Festivals.
Ron Hett is a retired counselor and enjoys traveling with his wife, Barb. Dick and Brenda farm near the International Peace Garden. Dick sells hay commercially and Brenda works for the North Dakota Forest Service.
Ron Hett sings harmony, plays lead guitar, mandolin, harmonica and banjo. Dick sings lead vocals and plays guitar while his wife Brenda plays the standup bass.

9/29/2013 (1862)

Bernadette Stokes
Bernadette is not doing well. She has slipped into another one of her spells a bit worse that the previous times. This evening she got very depressed asking to speak to her kids. It was the middle of the night for them, so we did not call. Her sister and two nieces, Novie and Edelyn comforted her. Then she got a message. She has now come out of her depression, but needs help to walk. It is also a struggle for her to eat too, getting the food to her mouth. Her words are slurred and she is have difficulty thinking of the words she wants to say. Hopefully tomorrow will be better. Novie is sleeping in the Living room with 3 of her kids.
                  Happy Birthday Mary Ann Hagen:  Dunseith, ND
                                    Clarence and Mary Ann Hagen
             Happy Birthday Robin Olson (“DHS ’79):  Walla Walla WA.  
                 Happy Birthday Shelly Hiatt Kenner: Devils Lake, ND

It was such a pleasure meeting you this summer too. You very much remind me of your mother. You for sure do not look your age either, that is for sure.
Hope you had a good birthday. 
Message from Leland Hagen (’50):  Bryan, TX 
Dear family friends,
I want to thank everyone for their prayers, get well cards , visits, emails etc, during my stay in the hospital.
I was released on 21 September so I have been home a few days now. I will have physical therapy at home for a few weeks . Laying around as long as I did left me a little weak.  Even though I have only been home 3 days I can tell I’m gaining strength every day. I think the TLC I’m getting from my caregiver is a major factor.
Again let me say
Reply to Diane and Debby Fugere’s picture posted yesterday
From Allen Richard (’65):  Midland, MI.
You Fugere girls obviously have wonderful genes — Happy Birthday!

9/27/2013 (1861)

Christmas at the Stokes house
Bernadette got all the Christmas decorations out today and put up the tree. Tomorrow she will string all the tree lights with decorations. This is only September. We will be celebrating Christmas a long time this year.
Fugere 1861
“History of Rolette County” book
Reply from Myron Langehaug:  Bottineau, ND
Hi Gary, I read your blog about the book ” History of Rolette County” by Laura law and was interested in obtaining a copy so I got a copy for $20.00 from Del Alvord, former Nodak Insurance agent in Rolla. Del tells me that the Rolla Kiwanis have good supply of this book still available. Could you pass this information on for anyone else interested in this book?  Thanks,  Myron Langehaug
Reply to Dick Johnson’s posting yesterday
From Lola Metcalfe Vanory (’68):  Dunseith, ND
Amazing what those people endured and witnessed!!-  —  they were of strong stock!!- imagine that!!-  carrying a body no less like that into town and taking care of it without regard to “charging”   anyone for that- !!_  they just did what had to be done !!–  this was even  before the undertaker was called !!- LOL!!!
Reply to Norma Manning and Ruth Peterson’s photo
From Connie Zorn Landsverk:  Bottineau, ND
Hi I love the photo of Ruth Peterson and her daughter Norma!I visited them and got to know them when I worked @GSC in Botno!!They are both nice people and I miss not seeing them!Ruth was my husband Rogers grade school teacher!!Ruth always told me Roger was a good  student!!A family friend!!!
Jess Hosmer
Reply from Bill Hosmer (’47):  Tucson, AZ
To Lola, and friends, Regarding the piece made
in honor of Jess Hosmer, we put it in the Log House, and it was tentatively placed just to the
right as you entered the door.   Your comments
about Jess as teacher and Dunseith bank
worker echo many I’ve heard and read over the
years prior to and since her passing.  Don
does not have a computer, but he’s living in Dunseith and his phone is 244 5788.  Thanks,
Bill Hosmer
Bill Fassett and Bill Hosmer
Reply from Glen Williams (’52):  Missoula, MT
Bill Hosmer’s Memories of the old Days in Dunseith are always great…I too remember Bill Fassett… I worked with him during the time I was a substitute  clerk in the post office…and in slow times he would regale me with tales of his time in the military during WWII….great stories….We have great folks who have lived in Dunseith ..  Bill Fassett and Bill Hosmer are two of them..

Glen Williams 

Note: Darlene Thompson Wenstad is the daughter of Kermit and Alvina Hiatt Thompson.
Lorenzo Anderson,  Darlene Thompson Wenstad and Arlan Wenstad
Wenstad, Arlan 1861

9/26/2013 (1860)

Jess Hosmer – Reply to Bill Hosmer (’48)
From Lola Metcalfe (’68): Dunseith, ND
Bill– where is the shelf and display case at?–  

Jess was a mainstay at the bank in Dunseith- !!- she always made you feel like a good friend  whenever you entered the bank and always cheerful!!–  
She was a good friend – even as a teacher- she could keep the teacher and friend thing at a good level–  I remember i asked her to write in my —  ‘MEMORY BOOK”  AND SHE WROTE– “STAY AS YOU ARE AND YOU WILL GO FAR- “–   AND THOSE WORDS HAVE COME BACK TO ME SO MANY TIMES- THROUGHOUT MY CAREERS- !!–EVIDENTLY SHE THOUGHT I WAS A PRETTY GOOD PERSON!!– GOOD FOR THE CONFIDENCE LEVEL- !!!
Bill Fassett Memories – Reply to Bill Hosmer (’48)
From Dick Johnson (’68):  Dunseith, ND
Gary and Friends,

I have many memories of Bill Fassett as he was kind of ‘family’
throughout the years.  One very interesting memory happened when he was
putting together the Dunseith History book.  I was at Bill’s house to
bring a few old pictures I had and as we were talking about old stories
from way back,  I mentioned a story I heard from Axel Johnson,  my dad’s
uncle.  Axel told me that they were still living at the original home
site on Horseshoe Lake and there was a neighbor named Carl Strand living
a quarter mile to the northeast on the shore of Sucker Lake.  Axel kind
of kept an eye out for the older guy and checked on him regularly to
ensure he was OK. Axel said there was a blizzard for a couple days and
when it quit, he didn’t see any smoke from Strand’s chimney so he walked
over to see if he was alright.  He knocked on the door but got no
response so he opened the door and went into a very cold house.  Carl
was sitting at the table beside the kitchen stove and appeared to be
sleeping so Axel went over and told Carl he had better get a fire going
or he would freeze to death.  Too late–he was frozen solid. Axel said a
couple guys from town came with a team and sleigh to get the body but
when they loaded him he looked very grotesque frozen in that position so
they went by the straw pile and covered him with straw to hide him from
anyone they might meet on the trail back to Dunseith.  That was the end
of Axel’s story as I knew it.  Bill smiled and asked if I wanted to here
the rest of the story?  His dad,  ‘Pappy’  Fassett, was one of the guys
who came after the body and hauled it back to town.  Bill said they got
to the back door of the funeral home and waited until nobody was
watching and then hurriedly carried Strand’s body in the back door.
They then had to go to the hardware and ‘borrow’ a water tank and fill
it with hot water to thaw out the body so it could be prepared for
burial.  Now we have the whole story because of Axel’s first part and
Bill’s finale.  I like it when these old stories can be corroborated by
comparison from two individual’s recollections.  It was sure interesting
to hear Bill tell it from the other end.  Thanks Gary!


Joke of the day
Posted by Jacqueline Hiatt (’79): hotjackindc@yahoo.com Springfield, VA












9/25/2013 (1859)

Bill Fassett Memories
From Bill Hosmer (’48):  Tucson, AZ
Gary and Friends.  I was in Dunseith a short time

this summer and picked up a copy of”Prairie Past

and Mountain Memories” for $20.00.  I was there

with my brother Don, Jess Hosmer’s husband, my

sons John and Donald and John’s wife, Dotty Hosmer.

The occasion was the delivery of a new shelf and display case which my son John made.  On it is a

brass plate which says, “In Memory of Jesslyn Hosmer”, who was mentioned by so many of our

Dunseith friends in the latest Blog.

   On another note,  I am blessed with a copy of the CD

which is Bill Fassett’s guitar and vocal collection, and

which reveals the talent that was hidden from us all those years.   Bill was the coach during the short time I

played Legion Baseball in Dunseith with many guys still

around, and some who have passed.  His wife Irene was very active in Dunseith matters dealing with our Centennial Celebration in 1982, as was Bill, George Gottbreht, and the Campbells.  On one of my visits home, I called Irene “Mrs Dunseith”. She smiled and Bill told me later, she thought that was great.

  Judging from many kind comments regarding my sister-in-law, Jess Hosmer, she would have warranted that title in her years in Dunseith.

 We readers have a rare and precious heritage which

I would say we all cherish, based on the many contributions that Gary compiles for us all.

   In departing I’ll relay a story that Darrel Fassett
tells about his brother Bill.  On the ninth Tee at
the Dunseith Garden Gate Golf Course, Bill
drove a ball into one of the big trees right in front
of the tee box and it came back at about 95 mph,
and being a natural ball player, Bill took a giant
swing at that ball with that tiny shaft and huge
club head.  It was a missed strike. That’s the
way to do it if one swing doesn’t work, try the
other one.     Unforgettable memories.  Bill Hosmer
Ruth Peterson and her daughter Norma
Reply from LeaRae Parrill Espe (’67):  Bottineau, ND
I love the picture of Ruth and her daughter Norma “Muffy” . Mom and Ruth were such good friends since mom (Mildred Parrill ’43) taught the Medrud School and stayed at Ruth’s parents Oscar and Lydia Larshus.  I believe Ruth  was in college and her kids stayed at their grandparents and attended the Medrud School. Ruth’s children were Ralph, Norma and Marjo.  Mom and Ruth followed each other around in their careers and life.  Mom later taught at Russel, ND and when the school consolidated with Newburg, Ruth taught in Newburg and had some of the same pupils/families.  Later mom taught and Dunseith Public and Ruth was hired there.  In the later years Ruth moved to Oak Manor and about that time mom did also.  Then Ruth ended up at Good Samaritan and mom did also. Mom did stay at Good Sam only about three months when she broke her wrist in 2012 and Ruth had sadly already passed.
I remember when I was about 6 years old ,Ruth would come with her car and loaded up Clark and I with mom to pick wild raspberries.  They would get going quite early and Ruth would come into the house and annouce that she was ” airing her beds” today and they would laugh and mom said she was doing the same. We have used that phrase more than a few times when we were caught without making the bed!
Bernadette’s Nieces, Novie and Mirasol at the Cebu Expat dinner at the Marco Polo
Novie always goes with us wherever we go. If Bernadette is in the car, Novie is along to assist her aunt Bernadette. She is right there along with us at all of our social events.  Our Expat friends have learned to know and like Novie very well. She is a good mixer and fits in very well.
Mirasol is married to Bernadette’s nephew, also Novie’s cousin. They live in one of the apartments on our grounds that we built for Bernadette’s nieces and nephews. These are pretty simple units built to Filipino Standards, not American. Upon our return from the states, our helper got sick, so we hired Mirasol to fill in while he recovered. Upon his return in two weeks, we decided to keep Mirasol too. Novie’s primary job is taking care of Bernadette, but she also does a lot of the house hold chores too. Now Novie and Mirasol take care of the inside of the house at the same time keeping an eye on Bernadette and taking care of her needs and wants too. The helper that was sick takes care of the outside chores and also does our laundry.
This past Monday, we decided to take Mirasol along with us to this months Expat dinner at the Marco Polo Plaza too. Up to this point, McDonald’s had been the extent of her dinning out.  Treating her to a 5 star hotel buffet dinner was a real treat. Last week she had her 33rd birthday too. She was mighty surprised when the Marco Polo team presented her with a cake and sang happy birthday to her and three others in our group. The Marco Polo had asked me for the names of those with Birthdays in advance. There were 96 expat folks that attended our Marco Polo dinner. It was the biggest one ever.
Stokes 1859-1
Stokes 1859-2

9/24/2013 (1858)

No Blog yesterday.
For the record I did not get a blog posted yesterday.
Glen Williams daughter Andrea and their world bike tours
Reply from Glen Williams (’52):  Missoula, MT
Thanks for posting the blog from our Daughter Andrea and her husband Eric..

They are traveling the world by Bicycle..

Glen Williams Class of ’52

Glen Williams daughter Andrea and their world bike tours
Reply from Bob Lykins (Teacher): b Hutto, TX

Very interesting reading about Glen William’s daughter Andrea and their bike tour.  The photos are great.  Korea certainly has changed since my time there 35 years ago.  It was a beautiful country then with great people and I am sure it still is as Andrea’s comments and photos note.
Memories of Bill Fassett
Reply From Paula Fassett( 71):  North Branch, MN

Hello All:


I, too, would like to say thanks to Lola for that memory of my Dad.  I’m guessing there were a lot of people who had no idea that he played guitar and sang – and sang beautifully.  Dad wasn’t much for entertaining ‘publicly’, although he played and sang at home a lot.  In his later years, he made cassette recordings of himself – it was partly because he was ‘honing’ his guitar skills, but I think he was also leaving us girls his ‘legacy’ – and what treasures those recordings are.  I have a  CD that I had made from one of those recordings which I’ve shared with several family members, and a few old friends.


His ‘historian’ skills emerged after he retired, I think.  He spent countless hours in the basement w/his typewriter writing up the history books of our family and of Dunseith that Susan had brought to several reunions.  He had his old typewriter that he got for graduation in 1936, but finally ‘splurged’ and got a newer one from Sears or Montgomery Ward, one of the two!


Lola, when you said he ‘d ‘missed his calling – made me chuckle.  I said that to him once time and his reply was a snort and “hog calling maybe”.  That was my Dad.


Paula Fassett







Rolette County History
Message from Carmen Richard:  Rolette, ND


A few years ago, there was a reprinting of Laura Law’s book- History of Rolette County and Yarns of the Pioneers. I think they were available at NDAK Insurance in Rolla. I am not sure if there are anymore left but I can find out if anyone in interested and the cost I believe was around $20. I have one of the originals, and we refer to it often. I am so thankful that she put all that time and effort in writing it. One of her sons, Bonar and his wife Carol lived in the Dunseith area for awhile.
Rolette County History
Message from Vickie Metcalfe (’70):  Bottineau, ND
Gary, Susan and friends,

The Log House had the book aforementioned.

 I purchased from Jess Hosmer  A true Dunseith treasure.

I first discovered the book  “History of Rolette County” at my Uncle Charles and Aunt Priscilla’s when
I was in upper elementary school, in the early 1960’s.  Reading  had become one of my favorite pastimes.
Books were valued.  When our family would go, “visiting”  I’d be found nosing through books at various places. 
I learned from Charles, my uncle that the Charlie Anklam family of Finnegan Township, Rolette
 were longtime pioneer friends and close neighbors of  the Law family.
They lived a mere mile apart.  Mrs. Law taught my uncle, Charles and his siblings at a rural country school
 along, with her  own children.  Imagine my excitement. Wow! My uncle knew an author!
I was developing a keen love of history and had been introduced to the
Laura Ingall’s Wilder books by our beloved, Mrs. Conroy
I came to the conclusion, Laura Thompson Law was born in the same era as Laura Ingalls Wilder.
My mother,Charlotte (Lottie) through Charles and Priscilla obtained a copy of  “The History of Rolette County”.
She purchased for my dad.  Later she gifted me a book as well. a.k.a. Treasures from Mom.
One summer, while at the Log House, I queried Jess Hosmer about obtaining books.
Jesslyn Hosmer,”once up on a time former 5th grade teacher”made extraordinary effort,
 to obtain the copies of the Dunseith Centennial and History of Rolette County.    
Thanks to Jess, I was able to gift each of my 9 nieces and nephews
at Christmas the two hard bound books
Jess also located a person who bound copies the  Dunseith Centennial book.
She inquired, she contacted, then motored out of the area to get the books, and placed in the Log Cabin.
She  found another resource for bound hardcover copies of Laura Thompson Law’s book, 
History of Rolette County and she did the same.
I valued Jess for her mission to expand knowledge of Dunseith area and Rolette County, 
her genuine kindness and personable friendly demeanor to all who entered the Log House. 
Jesslyn Hosmer was truly an ambassador to those who entered the Log House in Dunseith.
Luella Boardman Bjornseth called me about three years ago……. 
 (on the sly). She called when Ralph was not around….
…this was difficult, because, She and Ralph are a pair. 
 Like, Salt and Pepper,Bread and Butter which Mrs. Suko our Home Ec teacher stressed
 are passed together.  Always. She’d say,”When someone asks for one, 
a refined person always passes the pair together.”  I believe, that is the same with  
pair’s of people who belong together….. like “Ralph and Luella” or… my cousin “Geri and Chuck”.
Luella wanted the book,”History of Rolette County” .
She desired a  special Christmas gift  for Ralph.
Twas winter.
And I. I love gifts. I love Christmas and I love pairs together.
Ah ha. A mission.
Oh boy,let this challenge begin!
I waited until summer.  One Sunday, I  drove home from visiting 
my Aunt Priscilla and Uncle Charles.
Per chance I’d get lucky? 
I stopped at the Log House and approached Jess Hosmer.
She was game……to the plan.  Once again she went on a mission.
I was able to purchase Luella’s book and another extra for my library.
Although……..I can nae have too many copies of treasures!
 Jess didn’t allow me to take the very last last one.
Back in Bottineau, the nexrt few months,
Luella and I had great fun finding a way to get the book into her house
 without Ralph’s knowledge.
I’d call Luella and tell Ralph …I needed a recipe…..or beets   (Me who no longer bakes and
never could make a beet pickle!
It became  an adventure….how to get the book out of my trunk, into Luella’s hand, 
and hidden away…til Christmas……wihout Ralph’s knowledge. 
I furthered my  education through Luella’s Santa-ing process.
I also learned alot about the red tractor.
Quite different from the green ones I grew up on.
Oh the things we learn when we open our minds and hearts to gifts!
A side note;
 Three summers past, I went to Scotland the first time.
I traveled with Cousin’s Geri and Chuck and members of  First Presbyterian of Fargo.
Ellen from the Red River Valley, and I were introduced,
 we were roommates while visiting the beautiful wild in the lands of Scotland.
We found,on that journey, we each have roots in Ireland as well.
I learned  Ellen was, Laura Thompson Law’s niece.
Her  paternal grandmother and Laura Thompson Law were sisters.
Thanks to Susan for giving many on this blog,opportunities 
to read and share Laura Thompson Law’s written words.
Her gift to the people with roots in Rolette County.
Until later, Happy Fall.
Joke of the day
An Irish man is stumbling through the woods, totally drunk, when he
comes upon a preacher baptizing people in the river.
He proceeds into the water, subsequently bumping into the preacher.

The preacher turns around and is almost overcome by the smell of
alcohol, whereupon, he asks the drunk, “Are you ready to find Jesus?”

The drunk shouts, “Yes, oi am.”

So the preacher grabs him and dunks him in the water.

He pulls him back and asks, “Brother, have you found Jesus?”

The drunk replies, “No, oi haven’t found Jesus!”

The preacher, shocked at the answer, dunks him again but for a little longer.

He again pulls him out of the water and  asks, “Have you found Jesus,
me brother?”

The drunk answers, “No, oi haven’t found Jesus!”

By this time, the preacher is at his wits end and dunks the drunk
again — but this time holds him down for about 30 seconds, and when
he begins kicking his arms and legs about, he pulls him up.
The preacher again asks the drunk, “For the love of God, have you found Jesus?”

(get ready for this…..)

The drunk staggers upright, wipes  his eyes, coughs up a bit of water,
catches his breath, and says to the preacher,

“Are you sure this is where he fell in?”

9/22/2013 (1857)

     Happy  Birthday  Janet  Houle:  Kensington, MN
Houle, Ron and Janet 1857
History of Rolette County
Posted by Susan Fassett Martin (’65):  Spearfish, SD
I want to say thanks to Lola for all her kind words on my father.   He was a great musician and a  wonderful man.   I miss him.   We had lots of good times with him playing the guitar and us three girls and all the relatives singing.  
Here is another paragraph from the History Of Rolette County and Yarns of the Pioneers.   The Flour Mill.   The Gottbrehts had long been a family of millers , so William Gottbreht;s father decided that the son should continue the tradition.   The elder Gottbreht had heard many favorable reports about the potentialities of the Turtle Mountain area in the Dakota Territory.   Looking for a suitable location, he started up the Mississippi River to St Paul, then made his way west with fur traders to the Turtle Mountains.   Reaching the Willow River, then a swift flowing body of water, he decided that this was indeed the right spot for a flour or sawmill, and returned to Missouri with this report.
William Gottbreht, on the advice of his father, decided to make the trip north to look over the situation for himself.  Coming here in 1883, the young man was as much impressed as his father had been.   He returned to Missouri for his wife and son John and the next year was once again in the Willow River region, squatting on land near what was to become the site of Dunseith.
Lumber at this time had been hauled the hundred miles from Devils Lake, but William Gottbreht saw that the Turtle Mountains contain a plenteous supply of timber and so proceeded to erect a sawmill on the bank of Willow River.   This was to be the site of the Gottbreht home, now occupied by the  family of his daughter, Mrs.  Ole Evans.
How many of our alumni out there have a copy of this book.   I looked for it online and they have one on Amazon for $199.00.   
This is a picture of a rendition of the Methodist (Stone) church in Dunseith.   It was posted on my FB page by Dorie Davis who is the daughter of Fern Fassett and Ernest Horsman.  the church was designed by Alfred Horsman.   I am not sure of the relationship there but I think Alfred was a brother to Ernest.     Horsmans ran the bakery in Dunseith at one time and my dad used to work for them..    Just a bit of Dunseith history I find interesting.   You can read about the stone church on page 293 of the centennial book.    hugs.   Susan
Glen Williams Daughter, Andrea, in Korea
Posted by Glen Williams (’52):  Missoula, MT.
Dunseith blood in Andrea…our daughter..

Glen Williams

Note: be sure and click “Down load these Pictures” under the subject line above. 

From: junnermt@msn.com
To: junnermt@msn.com
Subject: Andea and Eric in Korea…9-18-2013
Date: Thu, 19 Sep 2013 16:59:32 -0600

I followed the link and discovered a bike trail linking Busan (where we’d arrived on the ferry from Japan) to Seoul (where we needed to get to in order to sort out Philippine visas and a new passport for Eric).
Could it really be so easy?  Why hadn’t we heard of Korea’s cycle routes?  We’d checked out a few Crazy Guy on a Bike blogs and only heard about hills (we’d had enough of those in Japan) and heavy traffic.
This bike trail business sounded too good to be true.  But there it was…we could hop on the Nakdonggang river trail just outside of Busan, then we’d switch to the Saejae River trail, after that on to the Namhanggang and finally we’d follow the Han River right into the center of Seoul.

So many bike patch criss-crossing Korea.  Once the word gets out, I'm sure the country will be swarming with cycle tourists.So many bike patch criss-crossing Korea. Once the word gets out, I’m sure the country will be swarming with cycle tourists.

Our Japan tour got off to a less than auspicious start (note to self: never again cycle heavily populated urban corridors like Osaka-Tokyo).  The rain, heat, humidity and terrifying tunnels had taken a toll on morale.  Korea HAD to be fun.  A nice easy ride along the river ways might be the recipe for rediscovering why we have devoted a big chunk of our lives to two-wheeled travel.
Busan’s a big city.  The metropolitan area has a population of 4.5 million.  The first thing that struck us was the hustle and bustle of city life.  In Japan, things were always pretty sedate.  In Korea, people jostled in the busy markets and sellers called out to potential customers.  Outside the posh shopping districts, the city had a gritty edge to it.  Our kind of place.
Koreans are less shy and inhibited than the Japanese and strangers often come up to chat.  Getting directions poses no problem in such a well-wired country.  EVERYBODY totes a smart phone and they’ll gladly pull up Google maps and point you in the right direction.  And Koreans are CRAZY about cycling.  The whole country has taken up mountain biking with fervor.   On our fully-loaded machines, we almost feel like rock stars at times.  Locals cheer as we pass and shout encouragement such as “you are great!”  Our self-esteem is not floundering.  And, yes, it’s FUN to cycle in Korea.

A safe place to sleep is usually top on the list of a cycle tourist’s basic needs. Korea probably ranks as our new number one place for ease of camping. These beautiful gazebo-like structures are found all over the country. They are great for camping when it rains ( and boy has it rained since we hit Korea!) Toilet facilites are not quite as nice as in Japan, but still clean and tidy.

This was our first day riding in Korea through the outskirts of Busan. The bike path was in excellent condition and pretty easy to follow.

90 percent of Koreans live in high-rise tower blocks just like these. Luckily, you don’t see much of this bland urban scenery when you follow the bike path. In fact, the river rides skirt the cities almost entirely. The only drawback is that you have to pop off the path to find a supermarket. Sometimes it’s a little tricky finding your way back.

The Korean government has invested massively in cycle routes. There are many stretches like this one built right out over the water. The train tracks grip the mountainside and beyond, a busy road chocked with traffic. On the bike path, life couldn’t be more serene.

If you slip off the bike path and wander around any city or town sooner or later you’ll stumble upon a bustling market. Women display colorful vegetables and the smell of kimchi permeates the air.

Small town like this remind me of life in China whereas the big cities have all the glitz of Tokyo. Villages are often inhabited by only the elderly. The younger generation all want office jobs and smart phones.

A lot of farming appears to be pretty small scale and much of the work seems to be done by hand. On one steep section of road we came across a woman who looked to be in her 70′s hunched over under a large sack of potatoes. She was obviously used to such loads and didn’t seem to mind the work, but I couldn’t help feeling a bit sad that younger family members weren’t there to lend a hand.

Those pancake-flat cycle trails didn’t last forever. A number of short steep climbs left us gasping for breath.

This section offered two options: MTB and Road Bike. Guess which one we ended up on? it was a beautiful ride, but when we were way on top looking down below at the easy option ,a tiny tinge of regret bubbled up.

Th closer we approached Seoul, the busier the bike route became. There are lots of newbies on the road, like this duo who were attempted their first puncture repair.

This is the highest point on the ride between Busan and Seoul. it’s just over 500 meters but the local cyclists all get very excited about ‘the big climb’ and whip out their smart phones to commemorate the accomplishment. We thought we better snap a few photos just to fit in with the crowd.

Naturally, there are temples and all sorts of cultural attractions to visit along the way.

There are lots of nice people to meet, too. This police officer cycled over on our first day just as we were setting up camp in the Busan suburbs. He was very friendly and even decided to turn a blind eye to the fact that we were cooking in the park. In spite of his limited English, he was a great communicator. When we didn’t understand his English pronunciation he would spell the words. The other shots are of church families who spontaneously hosted us for the night. Really nice people who all spoke excellent English.

Before we reached Seoul, there were even a few tunnels to conquer! Not the terrifying kind, these are cyclist only.

The riverside bike trails in Korea are even better than I imagined. The only thing missing is that element of adventure. It kind of feels like a holiday.

If you’re taking a ferry between Japan and Korea try Kampu Ferry from Shimoneseki to Busan.  This company often offers half price tickets to cyclists.
To plan your own Korea bike tour check out the excellent 4 Rivers Cycleway Guide.
A big thanks to Jared Mitchell at Braking Boundaries for help with our arrangements in Korea.
Visit our Bike Touring Korea Flickr Page to see more Korea cycle touring photos.

9/21/2013 (1856)

Leland Hagen (’50): discharged from the hospital follow a bad bought with Diverticulitis
Posted by Betty Hagen:  Bryan, TX 
Hello Everyone,
I am so happy to report that after three weeks in the hospital Lee will be coming home sometime tomorrow.  It has been a rough road for him, but he pulled through.  He had really good doctors and nurses, and a lot of prayers…thanks to everyone. 
Thanks to you all for your concern.
Love to all,
Leland is Orvin’s brother.
Glad to hear that you are on the mend Leland. Good luck with your continued recovery at home.
History of Rolette County North Dakota and Yarns of the Pioneers by Laura Thompson Law
Reply from Lola Metcalfe Vanorny (’68):  Dunseith, ND
Susan– Please do!!!– Bill Fassettt missed his calling– he should have  been a professor of History!!_  I bet he had more history recorded than anywhere-  — I know that he filled in about the whole  book of the Dunseith History book–  of people only a few remembered-  !!– My Mom was on that committee-( Ella MEtcalfe-)- and she said  he typed for hours and hours on that book– !!!

_ he was such a nice man!!_  You lived just a couple houses down from Jay  ————- He and my Dad spent half the night singing in Vanorny’s back yard  on our wedding night- !!!-that was our wedding dance– per se– !!  in other words no wedding dance!!_   LOL!!!  — that was just when the big sin dig – wedding dances etc came into being popular- alot of people got married on Sunday back then and had cake and coffee for a reception- and that was it !!
(-Jay and i went on our   honeymoon to Long Lake in a cow pasture in a tent!!!–  we had to go by boat to our campsite!!! at night !!! —  and woke up in the morning with a cow looking in our window!!_ LOL!!_- Just us and our dog Toby–  )– and back to work on MOnday!!_LOL!!!-  that was 45 years ago this summer–  !!
– Dad was surprised Bill could play the guitar- etc– and knew all the good old songs- Dad loved to sing- !
– my Dad said to him– “hey Bill– you really can smile ?!–LOL!!–   “‘ they had a grand time that night-  !!-
– these are the things that are really of interest to us old Dunseithites- !!— at least for me!      I love to hear the old old stories about all the happens– funny– sad–  unique people–  and Larry hackman’s stories i have to print off to read when i can really concentrate- he must have a mind like a  recorder to remember every detail- and Dicks stories about the feeling of a hot dry day and the cold days breaking brown cows on the cement!!- One can about feel the de ja vu of those days !!–
 One thing i remember when i was 3 years old is trying to put my feet into patti’s footprints in the soft black dirt on the road behind our gas tanks  and someone drove up to talk to    Dad and Patti–when they asked how old we were said ” I am 5 and she is 3 and she is scared of you!!– LOL!!!!–  I remember it like it was yesterday —  !!
But those old old stories of characters and happens  are the ones that are fun to read-  !!-
Praying for bernadette to make a recovery from her physical challenges- !!_  regards-Lola
Scary Story
Posted by Dick Johnson (’68): Dunseith, ND
Gary and Friends,

There have been a few days in my life that took me way out to the
edge but one that I will never forget was a day back when my son was
getting his aircraft mechanics license in Fargo.  He was taking the
training out at Hector Field at a school called Dakota Aero-Tech. It was
a 14 month course for full certification on all types of aircraft.
Anyway,  he was there and had called home the night before and said he
was probably going to fly to Wisconsin with another student who had a
plane there at the Fargo airfield.  Of course my first question was–How
many hours does he have in that type and what type plane is it?  He
assured me that the pilot was well qualified and flew all the time.  To
me,  that isn’t ALL there is to know but it does certainly help.  The
next day I was working in my shop and happened to have the radio on
Public Radio listening to music while I wrenched on some project at
hand.  A news flash came on the radio that a plane had been reported
missing on a flight out of the Fargo Airport.  Of course the first thing
that I thought of was that Dave and his buddy might be the plane.  Then
I told myself that there are hundreds of planes in and out of Fargo
every day so it could be ANY plane.  A short while later the next report
said it was a private plane that was presumed down over Minnesota while
on a flight to Wisconsin.  Now I started to get real concerned.  I was
pretty sure there wouldn’t be that many planes with that flight plan out
of Fargo that day.  I paced the floor and waited for another broadcast.
Then it came.  The flight that was presumed down was believed to be two
students from  Dakota Aero-Tech.  It was pretty hard to hold my panic
and I knew I had to call my wife at work and tell her what was on the
radio before she heard it from somewhere else and went wild.  I paced
the shop with a pounding heart and dry mouth for a few minutes and then
called Dakota Aero-Tech to confirm the story.  The secretary answered
the phone and when I asked  who was on the plane that was presumed
down,  she said,  and I understand fully now,  “Sir,  I can’t give you
that information.”  I basically said,  “Listen,  I think my son is on
that plane.  YOU WILL TELL ME!”  She asked who my son was and I told her
Dave Johnson.  She said,  “Sir,  he is not on that plane.  He is here in
the shop.”  I nearly lost it.  I asked if I could talk to him RIGHT
now?  He came to the phone and I could hardly hold the twisted emotions
I had at the sound of his voice!  I wanted to hug him and then kill him
for not calling me!  He said, “Oh,  yeah,  I probably should have called
you.”  He told me that he had decided the night before that he wouldn’t
go after all and that another kid jumped in and went along.  The ELT
(emergency transmitting locator)  signal hadn’t been heard and Dave and
some of his aviation friends figured that with the flight path the plane
was on and the time out from base,  the plane had crashed into a lake in
MN called Walker Lake.  They had it figured right.  Both young guys were
still in the plane at the bottom of the lake.  While it certainly was a
tragedy for two families somewhere to lose their sons,  we didn’t have
another trauma on our hands in our family that time.  Don’t really need
any more of those.  Bad day going in–good day coming out!  Thanks Gary!


Ruth Peterson’s picture
Reply from Connie Zorn Landsverk:  Bottineau, ND
I really love this photo of Ruth she looks so good!
Manning, Norma 1855
Joke of the day
Posted by Keith Pritchard:  Bottineau, ND
A woman takes her 16-year-old daughter to the doctor.
The doctor says “Okay, Mrs. Jones, what’s the problem?”
The mother says, “It’s my daughter, Debbie. She keeps getting these cravings. She’s putting on weight, and is sick most mornings.”
The doctor gives Debbie a good examination, then turns to the mother and says, – “Well, I don’t know how to tell you this, but your daughter is pregnant – about 4 months, would be my guess.”
The mother says, “Pregnant?! She can’t be. She has never ever been with a man! Have you Debbie?”
Debbie says, “No mother! I’ve never even kissed a man, I’m still a virgin!”
The doctor walked over to the window and just stood there staring out of it. About 5 minutes pass and finally the mother says, “Is there something wrong out there doctor?”
The doctor replies, “No, not really, it’s just that the last time anything like this happened, a star appeared in the east and 3 wise men came over the hill. And there’s no way I’m going to miss it this time!”

9/20/2013 (1855)

                  Happy Birthday Norma Manning:  Princeton, Il  
Manning, Norma 1855
Rolette County North Dakota and Yarns of the Pioners by Laura Law
Reply form Natalie Darling Ulberg:  Minot, ND


How fun to see the post by Susan Fassett Martin on the Rolette County North Dakota and Yarns of the Pioners by Laura Law.  I am a descendent of the early settling Darling’s.  I would love to read more posts! 

Natalie Ulberg

Ackworth Cemetery: Willie and Maxine Hiatt Tombstone
Harvey Hiatt had this tombstone made for his family. I thought it was kind of neat having all 6 family members listed on the same tombstone.
                                 Front side of the Tombstone
Hiatt, Willie and Maxine 1855-1
                                    Backside of the Tombstone
Hiatt, Willie and Maxine 1855-2

5/19/2013 (1854)

No Blog Yesterday
For the record I did not get a blog posted yesterday.
Happy Birthday Merlin Espe (DHS ’59): Bottineau, ND
Espe, Merlin 1854
Happy Birthday Joanne Millang Bernstein (DHS ’70): Souris, ND
         Millang, Joanne 1854
Happy Birthday Jackie Peterson Hanson: St. John, ND
   Peterson Hanson, Jackie 1854
Bernadette Stokes
Reply from Bill Hosmer (’48):  Tucson, AZ
Gary, Please tell Bernadette that the prayer lamp is lit here.  It is sad

to hear of her discomfort and of your deep concern.  Those of us

who had the pleasure of meeting her this summer in ND, became

friends of hers immediately.  Positive attitude and deep love are

two ingredients for comfort and healing.  I know she is exposed to

both of those elements there and the throng of your friends and relatives

will give healing a chance.   With concern and sympathy, Bill Hosmer
Thanks Bill,
Bernadette had a restless night, but she is much better this morning. She said she wants to go the mall this afternoon. That is a good sign.
This coming Monday we are having this months “Cebu Expat Dinner” at the Marco Polo Plaza, of which Bernadette is looking forward to attending too. We currently have 97 folks signed up to attend this dinner. We have exceeded our expectations for attendance. The Marco Polo has asked that we not sign up any more folks. They need reserve space for their regular walk-in dining customers. I have now started a waiting list just in case the Marco Polo allows more or if we have cancellations. On Monday nights they normally feature a single Artist in their lounge. With us in mind, this coming Monday they have hired a band for our enjoyment following the dinner. 
History of Rolette County North Dakota and Yarns of the Pioneers by Laura Thompson Law
Posted by Susan Fassett Martin (’65):  Spearfish, SD
I don’t know how many of our blog members have read this book.   It is very interesting and has a lot of history.  The following is from Chapter VI entitled Founding of Dunseith Business Enterprises Dunseith Flour Mill:    ”  It is rather difficult to determine just who was the first white man to come to Rolette County.   At the trading post in St John we find as early as 1882 men such as Emil and Arthur Foussard, the LeBarge Brothers and Jasper Jeanette.   But a trading post at St John is know to have been founded before 1882.  In the Dunseith Territory it is equally difficult to establish with certainty the identity of the first settlers.
Giles M Gilbert, who arrived in 1882, is usually credited with being the first white man at the Dunseith Location.  Perhaps not so many people know that the father of William Gottbreht of Dunseith also reached this same spot in 1882, seeking a location for his son.   Mr Gilbert came from Minnesota to the site near the Willow River, near the present site of Dunseith.   Chief Little Shell, then the mighty man in the Turtle Mountains, gave him “just one sun” to leave.   Coming in at the same time were William Stokes, and Ed Oakes, who with Mr. Gilbert made their way to the trading post at St John where the priest, Father Malo, was located.    James Bradley,   a “squaw man”, was sent back with them and they were no longer bothered by Chief Little Shell.  These three men all squatted on land there.  When Mr. Gilbert had built a sod shack, he went back to Minnesota for his family.  By the next year activity increased around the locations.   Mr Gilbert built a large log house on the banks  of the Willow River, the first log structure of any kind in Dunseith.   Known as the Riverside Hotel, this building came to be the center of much activity in the Dunseith area and stands today as on of the landmarks of the county.
The few years following saw the influx of many men,including ,among others,  JR Hamilton, Fred Schutte, the McKees, LaFrances, Darlings, Mugg, Kotschevar, AR Thompson, Nels, Gust and Ole Fagerlund, LM WElton, CIF Wagner, Luke Demo, Pat Forrest, and William Brunette.  
If any one is interested I will post more of the excerpts from the book.   We always as kids especially like the story of the Dunseith bank robbery.    Cheers!!!   Susan
Yes Susan, Please post more excerpts. I knew that my great grandfather, William Stokes, was an early pioneer to Rolette County, but I did not realize he was one of the first. He was born in 1855 and died in 1946 at the age of 91. He is buried in Ackworth, the cemetery property of which he donated to the community.   Gary

9/17/2013 (1853)

No Blog yesterday
For the record I did not get a blog posted yesterday.
Bernadette has not been feeling well for about a week now. Yesterday we talked her into going to the mall. She was having problems changing her clothes when we were getting ready. She sat on the bed and said “I am not going, I just don’t feel like going”. At the time Novie was in her house getting ready to go with us. In short order Novie came over and helped her get dressed and put on her jewelry. When Novie came I left the room. She listens to Novie. Both Novie and Mirasol went with us to the Mall. In the mall she was a lot better, but by no means good. They were having big sales for kids toys. She had it in her mind she was going to completely finish her Christmas shopping for her great Nieces and Nephews of which she did yesterday. We were in the mall for about 4 hours and came home with a car load of toys.
Last night about 9;00 PM when I was getting the blog ready to post, Bernadette became depressed. She went to bed and slept OK, but this morning she was very depressed. She was giving up. Today Novie and Mirasol have spent most of the day with her. Her depression is a bit better, but she is still giving up. She said her whole body feels very tired. Her balance is not good either. She needs assistance to walk. Her hand movements are not good either. A true test to her condition is the TV. In the bad times she will not turn on the TV. Today the TV has not been on. Hopefully, like before, she will snap out of this one too.   
Happy Birthday Dustin Striker (DHS ’89): Wahpeton, ND
                         Striker, Dustin 1853
It is a small world
Message from Dick Johnson (’68):  Dunseith, ND
Gary and Friends,

Back in August our music group,  Highway 43,  was asked to
provide entertainment for the international RV club called the Good Sam
RVers.  They had a big gathering in Rugby at the fairgounds. After our
stage show we had a break and then played for a dance for a couple
hours.  When all was done,  a gal came up and thanked us and in the
course of visiting she asked where we were from?  She said she had lived
in Dunseith as a youngster.  I asked her maiden name and she said
Sutton.  I told her I knew her brother Roger fairly well and did
remember her dad too.  I remembered them having the taxi on Main Street
back in the mid -late 50s.  I can’t remember where she said she lived
now but I think it was Colorado.   It’s a small world and the more you
travel,  the smaller it gets.  Thanks Gary!


Reply to the reposting of Larry Hackman’s story
From Dale Evans:  Algona, WA
Thank you Gary, I got a headache trying to read the other one!
Reply to Larry Hackman’s story
From Dick Johnson (’68):  Dunseith, ND
Gary and Friends,

Larry brought back some memories with his story of frozen feet and
blocked streets.  In the mid 50s we were all at my grandparent’s place
here on Horseshoe Lake for some winter function–Christmas or New Year
probably–and some of us young kids decided to walk across the ice on
the lake to the south side.  It’s about a half mile across and it was
pretty cold out.  We were all under 10 years old and hadn’t realized how
far it was.  By the time we got to the other side,  our feet were really
cold as in those days we just had shoes and overshoes.  Patty Fassett
had only rubber boots on and she was crying because her feet were so
cold.  Pam tried to carry her but she was probably only 10 years old
herself so it was too big a job for her so Patty had to walk and cry all
the way back.  When we got back to Grandma’s house,  she made us take
off our socks and put our feet in hot water.  Then she made us run
around on a big rug and get the blood flowing in our feet.  She
obviously had seen this before. We eventually got the feeling back in
our feet and Larry is right–they hurt bad.  We didn’t have any lasting
problems though, but sure learned a lesson.  I remember being about 14
and getting my first pair of Army surplus cold weather ‘Bunny Boots’.
After all the years of freezing my feet with shoes and over shoes,  I
had that deal licked.  With those felt double lined boots,  I could
stand still all day ice fishing and have warm feet.  What a deal!
Thanks Gary!


50th Birthday party at the Radisson.
Back: Gary and Kelvyn Vaz (Kelvyn & Rosette are our good friends from India)
Middle: Rosette Vaz, Lourdes Manning, Cecilia the Birthday gal
Front: Barbara Kenny, Bernadette, Novie Bernadette’s niece and Celsa Barker.
Stokes 1853
Bernadette’s niece, Mirasol, who celebrated her 33rd birthday yesterday.
Mirasol is working us now too. She accompanied us to the mall yesterday
and was very surprised when these gals came over and sang her Happy
Birthday with a bowl of hot fudge topped with ice cream
Stokes 1853-1

9/15/2013 (1852)

Please see yesterdays posting (1851)

I am resending Larry Hackman’s stories that I posted yesterday. The print got overlaid on a lot of copies. The copy in my Outlook Express was fine, but when I viewed the copy in my Hotmail account some of the print was overlaid. Hopefully I fixed the problem this time. Please let me know if any of you are still having problems reading this one.
Thanks again Larry for providing us with these wonderful stories. We all know they take a lot of time writing too.

9/14/2013 (1851)

Larry Hackman,
Thank you so much for sharing this wonderful story with us. I have pasted the beginning of the story at the bottom of this message that was posted with blog 1652 on 11/21/2012
Other than this story, I don’t really have anything to post today, so this is all I got for today.
Folks, this is some good reading and even better for those of you from Dunseith that lived there back in the late 50’s.
Thanks Larry,
Another good story: Hanging out at the Used Auto Parts Store
Authored by Larry Hackman (’66):  Bismarck, ND
I hope this note finds you and your family doing well.
Finally cooling down a little in the Dakotas
Remember, In the Dakotas, frost can happen anytime in Sept.
and even earlier in the hills.  I don’t know why?
But, Then we should be bug free.  
I finally finished chapter four, which so far is the only chapter to this story.
This is a continuation from what was printed on blog #1652. (Pasted below)
Hope everyone enjoys the story.
Thank You,
Hackman, Larry 1851

Chapter 4

Hanging out at the Used Auto Parts Store (cont’d from blog #1652)

Author: Larry Hackman


There was always something going on at Sutton’s Used Auto Parts Store, Orville Sutton always had an Idea or two up his sleeve.  At the back of the store he had arranged a couple of bench type car seats that he had removed from automobiles along with a few chairs.  This area of the store became the gathering place for us young fellows to listen to some of the older fellows who happened along and decided to sit down for some story telling.  It also became the place to play some tricks on one another.  Orville showed us how to run electrical wires from a six volt battery, through what I think was a model T coil, to a wrought iron metal chair “chairs that were used in ice cream parlors” made from a heavy gage steel wire with the round seat.  Through this process the chair became charged with electricity.  When someone sat down on that chair he got a stiff jolt of electricity which stood them up, fast and straight, with a few expletives flying from their mouths.  We had invented the butt taser and didn’t know it.

The victims of this little prank usually described the rest of us fellows who were sitting around there laughing, as being downright terrible, and had no right to live beyond our young existence.  I remember one fellow who got so involved with telling us what he thought of our immature, childish behavior, that he actually sat down again and got recharged.  The bitterness that flew from that fellow’s mouth was unbelievable.  It would have made a preacher blush.  But, we were having the best time of our young lives, occupying the other seats and waiting for another victim to come in and sit down.  The last victim, seeing someone else enter the front door of the store would soon join the seated group waiting for their chance to be blessed with a good laugh.

I also remember Isaac Belgarde coming into the used auto parts store one evening with tears in his eyes.  He had received a letter from the government rejecting him as a candidate for astronaut training.  Apparently he did not pass the physical and was going from business place to business place expressing his displeasure and disappointment to whomever would listen. The story around town was that he was so unhappy about not qualifying for the astronaut training that he actually quit drinking.

Isaac Belgarde was also what you would call, a pawnbroker in the area.  I remember about four of us had decided to do some goose hunting and that we were short one shotgun.  Not having much money we decided to see Isaac about buying a gun. My buddy bought his first shotgun for about twelve dollars.  While their Isaac talked me into buying, what he said was a goose call, for four dollars.  When I think of all the times I got up at four in the morning, drove out in the middle of somewhere, put out decoys, crawled around in the mud in a stubble field, on cold, wet, foggy mornings and only to discover several years later when taking apart that goose call, that wasn’t working so good anymore, to find out that it was a predator call.  Yes, right there on the inside, it was printed in black letters, “PREDATOR”. I guess the joke was on me.  Who would take advantage of a damn kid like that? I thought I was calling in the geese, so I could get them, and I bet the geese thought I was calling in reinforcements to get them.

A tune by C. W. McCall just came on the radio and is now playing.  The song is about him and a friend taking a load of chickens down Wolf Creek Pass with a semi, with brakes that didn’t work. The semi ended up crashing into a feed store in downtown Pagosa Springs, Colorado.  This reminded me of the time when I pulled a pop-up-camper over the pass with my 1982 Monte Carlo, Chevy.  Yes, I was a little worried and I’m sure glad that song by C. W. McCall did not come on the radio while I was navigating my rig down that pass, as I was already sitting on pins and needles.  Yes, it is a beautiful drive, and we didn’t end up in a feed store, but did end up at a camp site, at Mesa Verde National PARK, in Southwestern Colorado. Beautiful place.

I remember touring the cliff dwellings at the park, and thinking that they probably didn’t have to worry about their children wandering off, not far anyway.  My three children were all younger then twelve at the time. My wife and I worried that if they wandered off, they more than likely would only wander off once, as most of the cliff dwellings fell off sharply at the entrance, and it was a long way down to the valley floor below.  The Anasazi Indians who built and inhabited these dwellings usually entered and left by crawling up the cliff to the mesa above where they grew their crops, and did their hunting.

Another item that I remember well was in the museum there, where the Park Service was displaying several skeletons.  According to the information provided on the one skeleton, is that it belonged to a young woman.  The women’s skeleton had a hole in its forehead with a stone spear point in the hole.  The information provided said the skeleton was found this way, and that her death was probably the result of, the eternal love triangle.  I was thinkining that in most stories I had read about this triangle, the men usually killed each other and the woman walked away.  But, maybe in this situation, the men got it right? Who knows?

Jack Paar, was the favorite late night, TV show at this time period (late 50’s and early 60’s) when I was hanging out at Sutton’s Used Auto Parts Store.  Every Friday and Saturday night after The Jack Paar Show was over the Sutton family would fill their coffee cups and would move from the living space in the back of the store, to out into the business section of the store.

They would gather around the counter with the lights out, near the large plate glass windows, and glass door that made up the front of the store.  They would sit there in the dark and watch the people come out of the bar across the street. Some were heading for the restaurant for something to eat before heading home, and some were just heading for their vehicles and heading out.

This was the time period when the Canadians from across the border would come down on our side of the border for a good time.  Back in them days, women were not allowed to drink alcohol or even go into the bars up in Canada.  So the Canadians couples would come down to the American side of the border, to have some fun together.  The towns along the border all profited from this and had many bars and restaurants that were ready and willing to serve them.

The Canadian women not being use to consuming alcohol, would put on some good shows on Main Street.  I remember the Suttons talking and laughing about some of the shenanigans that took place after the bars closed.  I being a young feller at this time, was home in bed before I wanted to be, and so never got to partake in observing what all went on during these occasions. Although, I listened intently to the stories that were told the next day, about women dancing on car hoods, and having a great time on Main Street, Dunseith, North Dakota. I will leave the rest to your imaginations.  I’m sure they will be better then what actually happened, or what I can remember.  Maybe?

Oh, I bet some of you are curious about how the big goose hunt went?  While as you know!  We got all prepared the day before by getting shotguns, ammo and planning where we were going to go.  We did get up early the next morning.  Drove in the dark out to Lord’s Lake.  Found our spot, where we all settled down waiting for daybreak and the fly off.  The fly off is when the geese fly off the lake to go feed in the fields, and of course all of us hunters are all hoping that when they leave the lake that they are going to fly over us, and fly low enough, so that we can reach out and touch them, with some shotgun lead.  Well, the worst thing that could happen, happened.  The sun rose big and bright, and not a cloud in the sky.  A beautiful day.  A good day to be outside and alive, but not a good day for goose hunting.  The geese either stayed on the lake or flew so high that you couldn’t reach them with a long tom, (long barreled shotgun).  My experience is that the best time to hunt is when the weather is ugly.  I mean nasty with clouds, mists of rain, cold, windy and just downright ugly.  Not fitten to be outside for man nor beast.

We stayed in our spot trying to stay under cover and hoping for that one dumb goose, that didn’t attend, or pay attention in goose survival training the night before.  But , after several hours and no geese to get us excited we all made our way  back to the vehicle, and after having some coffee, and listening to, what seemed like millions of geese on that lake, talking and laughing at us.  We decided to drive around and hope we could get under some geese, that way.  We circled that entire lake but there were no geese flying off that refuge.  They were just content to stay on that lake and sun bathe and honk away their time and ours.

Around noon, we decided to pull into the shade of a tree grove on the north side of the lake and have lunch. Always the best part of any hunt, was having lunch out in the wide open country side, telling old hunting stories.

While sitting there enjoying our coffee and sandwiches and listening to the geese just over the hill to the south of us, and them sounding like they were laughing at us, a couple of the fellows decided that we weren’t going get any geese unless some extra ordinary action was taken.  It wasn’t long before they grabbed their shotguns and headed through that grove of trees and over the hill to the lake.  They weren’t about to let them geese sit over on that refuge lake having fun and laughing at them, and get away with it.  After all, we were from Dunseith.

No sooner had those two boys disappeared over that hill, when a pickup drove up?  The fellow in that pickup got out and came over to us, and questioned why we were there, and explained that we were on refuge property. We told him that we had just pulled up to have lunch in the shade of these trees.  He immediately invited us to leave, like right now.  We of course agreed with the Game Warden and left immediately.  He did not follow us.  Apparently that was his spot to have lunch also.

Upon leaving our spot in the shade, we began wondering, where in the hell, are our two buddies, and how in the hell, were we going to locate them before that Game Warden discovered them or would come driving.

We drove onto the gravel road along the east edge of the refuge and stopped and scoured the north shore of the lake.  We could not see anyone along that north shore.  When all of a sudden, my buddy driving shouted, there they are, and way out in the middle of the lake on a grass covered embankment that stretched from the North shore of the lake to the South shore of the lake, a couple of heads were sticking up above the tall grass.  Apparently those two guys were practicing the low crawl, getting ready to do the low crawl through them sawdust pits at           Ft. Lewis, Washington, I suppose.  You guys in the service remember having to crawl them pits over and over again until no one could not move, and if you happen to stick up your butt , a Drill Sergeant would stomp it down with his boot, and a lot of choice words.  They were the days.

That embankment across the East end of that lake must have been the remains of an old road or something.  Anyway those two fellows did the low crawl on that embankment across the entire lake to the south shore.  We watched them from our location and timed our arrival on the road at the time with their arrival. They jumped from the grass in the road ditch into the vehicle and we were gone.  No, they didn’t even get a shot off at them geese.  Did the Game Warden know what happened?  We never had a clue!  Maybe he still sits somewhere in his retirement years thinking back, about the time he made two boys from Dunseith low crawl, across Lords Lake. We didn’t get any geese, but we did knock down a couple of upland birds on the way back home.

The Sutton family shut down there, Used Auto Parts Store and moved from Dunseith, ND back to their farm North East of Rolla in 1959.  The automobiles were being built better and with people having more money, there came less demand for used auto parts. We occasionally visited the Sutton Family, and wrote letters back and forth for several years, but as time went on, we all went our separate ways, with an occasional meeting here and there along the way to reminisce and laugh about old times.  It has now been at least 40 plus years since we have seen each other.  How fast time flies, when you are having fun.

Larry Hackman

Copied from Message 1652 posted on 11/21/2012


Hanging Out at the Used Auto Parts Store 

AUTHOR:  Larry M. Hackman         


New Years Eve

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

9/13/2013 (1850)

Happy Birthday to Connie Zorn Landsverk
From Lola Metcalfe Vanorny (’68):  Dunseith, ND
Happy BIrthday Connie  ZORN  Landsverk!!-  My Mom– Ella MEtcalfe  —  just loved you dearly as a nurse when she was at the Good Sam in 1987- !!!  You were such a soft and loving person and Mom would  show me with her eyes–  how she liked you gals!!- there   were only a  couple of nurses she really didn’t like and of course  we couldn’t – ask cause she couldn’t talk – But we knew who they were- !!   (during that year with her brain tumor and a stroke because of the surgery !!_)    !!– But she sure could communicate!!!-  she loved the neighbor girls == Patti Espe-  You–  Faye Brennan–  and loved most of the gals–  also Mrs Marsden-  all sweet gentle people–  she loved to share her coffee and candy with you – !!!   Alot of the nurses and aides said they would go into her room for coffee break just because she  was always happy  and smiling!!!-   A great break from a lot of  difficult patients  !!-  — God BLess you Connie!!!-  Her year at Good Sam was so enjoyable under the cirumstances–  !!!!–  I always found her so loved and cared for – as i visited daily waiting for kids to be done with their practices at school!!

our Joe and your JOey were great friends-  and Joe thinks the world of you –  and he also talks of ROger- !!  just great gentle people !!!  and he talks of you often!!!_  best regards-LOla\
          Dale Pritchard (’63) with his granddaughter Elizabeth.
Pritchard, Dale 1850
                               My godmother – Marie Parrill
Parrill, Marie 1850
                    Gary & Bernadette Stokes and Mary Ann Hagen
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              Art Hagen, Bernadette Stokes and Mary Ann Hagen
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9/12/2013 (1849)

Dunseith Alumni Website is back on line   http://dunseith.net/
Our website is clean of all the infected malware and is back on line.
Once I got most all the malware deleted the site needed a lot of restoration. Amy Schalesky, Audrey Hanson Aitchison’s daughter, came to our rescue. She has the sight looking better than ever before.
Thank you so very much Amy.  As I told before, we do not solicit your services for nothing.
Happy Birthday to my sister Jean (Nicholas – 66) Miller today, 9/11.
From Ellen Graff Myrick (’58):  Grandforks, ND
Happy Birthday Jerome Allard (DHS ’58): Zimmerman, MN   Allard, Jerome 1849
     Happy birthay Cecelia Berube Reynolds (DHS ’65): Minot, ND
Berube, Cecelia 1849
  Happy Birthday Connie Zorn Landsverk: Bottineau, ND  Landsverk, Connie 1849
Orvin’s brother, Leland Hagen (’50) is in the hospital
Message from his wife Betty: BRYAN, TX 
Dear Family & Friends,
Just a note to let you know that Leland is in the hospital with an acute case of diverticulitis.  He’s been there since Sept. 4th.  He is having a lot of side effects that is causing a lot of pain and anxiety.  Not sure when he will come home, so if you will, please hold your e-mails until later.
Mrs. Conroy
Reply from Lola Mecalfe Vanorny (’68):  Dunseith, ND
Dick!  you said it all!!- she was the epitome of a genuine  educator- !!-  i think everyone loved her!!-  

I saw the wrath– of a disrespectful- ornery kid!!_ and everyone cringed!!- But a more loving and caring person- was  never born!!-  
I think i told the story before about — when she sent me down to the basement lavatory  in the grade school — all cement!-  to clean the big bowl- !!  or maybe it was something to do with plaster of paris  — anyhow i got it all nice and clean and shiny and set it on the radiator- and craaaaash!!!!!!!!!–  it splintered into a million pieces after falling off the radiator–  !!I was traumatized!!!_  and screamed bloody murder!!!_  Mrs COnroy was there in seconds- !!-  and took me in her arms and said — “You are such a good girl”!!!— 
and then i remember staying with her  and Mr COnroy with Martha Lamb to make sure we got to a program in a storm- !!– I marveled at her cute house- all knick knacks–  and we had popcorn- and then i got Don’s pajama top and Martha got one of Colleens nightgowns–  !!– what a comfy pajama dress i had!!-LOL!!!_  such good memories- !!!–I think we played a card game but i am not sure what it was-  just a comfy loving home!!-  It felt like i was at our home!!!
Mrs Conroy could read minds i am sure- !!  and she knew your heart!!- –LOLA 
Mrs. Conroy memories
reply from LeaRae Parrill Espe (’67):  Bottineau, ND
Thank you, Dick Johnson,for sparking some memories. I too loved the activities we did that year.
I have told that story many times about the multiplication tables and the bean bag.  I remember you didn’t want to be caught “holding the bag” so it was an incentive to get the tables memorized as quickly as possible.  If you gave the wrong answer it would get fired back at you and the next time you were ready!
Mrs. Conroy also had us do a health booklet from A to Z.  I believe she told  us she didn’t use it every year.  Anyway, Charlene Pearson Woods ’67 brought a copy of her sister Sharon’s that had been used four years before (?). A few of my favorites
    ” B” is for bathing each day in a tub, followed at once by a brisk body rub.  ( And she demonstrated with a towel)
    ” C” is for cough, cousin of sneeze, cover them both with a handkerchief please.
     “U” is for underwear, spotlessly clean, change them as often as if they were seen.
We also got to take the mattress off the sick bed and use it for a tumbling mat on cold winter days.  Remember doing the duck waddle all around the room? We didn’t have physical education separately, but she sure worked it into the curriculum!  We also got to paint plaster of Paris items for our parents as gifts.(ART) . Penmanship was practiced by copying a poem  on a nice white wide lined paper and then we drew a picture depicting the poem,s meaning to us. For music she asked Sharon Zorn or Philemen Westeman to play the piano.  We invited the third grade in to sit in our desks with us and we belted out all the old favorites especially patriotic songs like “You’re a Grand Old Flag”, “America” and “America, the beautiful” plus fun ones like “She’ll be comin’ around the mountain”   and lots more.
Many of you who came in from country school after 4th grade missed out on the fun, but I am sure you have your own memories.
Mrs. Conroy’s granddaughter, Erin Conroy Boettcher, has recently moved back to Bottineau and has opened a law office here in the same building that once housed Dr.Sveen’s dental office.  She also purchased some of the apartments from the Kornkven’s and has Oak Manor and maybe others.  It was fun to visit with her about her grandma and grandpa.  She is Don Conroy’s daughter.
Congresswoman Duckworth’s comments
Reply from Vickie Metcalfe (’70):  Bottineau, ND
I appreciate Keith Pladson’s posting Congresswoman Duckworth’s comments.
I recalled what my dad said,
“After one battle many wounded sailors formed a queue  at a station to get help.”
But,  looking around saw others  with worse conditions.
They’d give  up places in line to others  and never report injuries.
Returning state side, those Veterans continue to serve.
They honor the fallen at funerals, man suicide hotlines, provide  much needed
 Transportation services, display flags on Memorial Day etc..
Because they saw  too many other’s who made the ultimate sacrifice…….
Trying to locate Kathy Barnes & Eunice Hanson Moyer
Request from Doreen Larson Moran (BHS ’61):  Usk, WA & Hazelton, ND
Hi – I got a nice letter from Arvilla Hobbs.  She is at 50  2nd Ln SE  Pick
City ND  58545

She asked if I knew where Eunice or Kathy are.    In the 1984 Bottineau High
School I see that  Eunice Hanson Moyer is at
914 Woodbury  Miles City MT   59301   As classmates can you verify this?

Was Kathy Barnes (sp)? from Dunseith?  Can you verify any of this
information?   I will send Arvilla a letter.   She mentions Dave Shelver.
Ha – we know we can find him.  ha

She is working with son Scott at the Conoco Convenience Station in Pick
City.   She said this  was the year for Metigoshe people to stop and say hi.

Any information you have will be much appreciated.   Thanks  Doreen Larson
Moran  BHS Class ’61

Posted by Neola Kofoid Garbe:  Bottineau & Minot, ND
Linda Joy Martinez (Counts)
(January 13, 1953 – September 5, 2013)

Linda Joy Martinez

Linda Martinez, age 60 of Bismarck formerly Dunseith, died Thursday, September 5, 2013 in a Bismarck hospital. Funeral services will be held on Wednesday at 10:00 A.M. in the St. Michael’s Catholic Church in Dunseith. Cremation will take place after the service. A wake will be held on Tuesday beginning at 4:00 P.M. with a prayer service at 8:00 P.M. in the Church.

Linda Martinez, a daughter of Walter and Patrica (McCloud) Counts, was born on January 13, 1953 in Bottineau. She attended school in Dunseith and later received her GED. She then attended the Turtle Mountain Community College. On January 15, 1971 she was married to Louis Martinez. In 1975 they moved to Grafton where she worked at the Grafton State School. In 1976 they returned to Dunseith where she worked at San Haven until it closed in 1988. They then moved to Bismarck where she received her nursing Degree from the University of Mary in Bismarck. Linda began working as a traveling nurse until ill health forced her to retire.

She loved to cook , play cards and bingo and go to the casino. Linda enjoyed joking, laughing and especially family get-togethers.

Linda passed away on Thursday, September 5, 2013 in a Bismarck hospital.

She is survived by her husband, Louis Martinez of Bismarck; sons, Wayne (Twlia) Martinez, Blaine (Rochelle) Martinez, Jory (Lindsey) Martinez all of Bismarck and Luke (Kayla) Martinez of Laramie, WY; daughters, Trisha Martinez, Latisha (James Dionne) Martinez, Aleta Martinez and Elaine Martinez all of Bismarck; brothers, Roger (Mary Rose) counts, Richard (Renee) counts, both of Dunseith; sister, Leona Counts of Ft. Totten, ND 22 grandchildren; 1 great-grandchild; many nieces and nephews.

Linda was preceded in death by her parents, sister, Diana L’Esperance; brothers, Garry M, Counts, Roland , Warren (Buzzy), Dennis (Duff), and Sidney Counts.

9/11/2013 (1848)

No Blog yesterday
For the record I did not get a blog posted yesterday. We attended a birthday party for a friend of ours at the Radisson hotel. It was a fun evening too. With that, I ran out of time to post a blog.
The Dunseith Alumni Website is now clean – Dunseith.net
I finely got all of the malware out of our Website. Google gave our site a clean bill of health and lifted the block. I was so relieved.
In the process of deleting this malware most of the links in our site no longer work/worked. When logging into the sight one can not navigate to the blogs and a lot of the other pages. As an administrator I can log in at the host level and see all of the pages and blogs, so I am pretty sure nothing was lost. last night I sent a request to Amie, the gal who put our site together, asking her to take a look and see if she can repair the links. I just check the sight and 80% of the links have been repaired, so I know she is working on it. I am sure this will take some time on her part too, to fix these links. 
I sure learned some hard lessons with all this, that is for sure. If anything like this happens again, I will request a restore to a date within the 30 day window before that time elapses. 
Happy Birthday Karen Woodford Olson (’59)
From Geri Metcalfe Munro (’59):  Fargo, ND
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, Karen—you are looking great, and as a blond yet!  Nice to see a picture of you—I believe we last saw you at the big Bingo Barn Dunseith reunion in early 2000’s, and your brothers, as well.  We had a great turnout that year.

Gary, thanks for the compliments.  You are the best!  We remember Keith and Alice on the cruise, too–nice picture of them.


Mrs. Conroy Memories
From Dick Johnson (’68):  Dunseith, ND
Gary and Friends,

A few days ago someone mentioned Mrs. Conroy.  Although I had
MANY good teachers through my schooling,  Mrs. Conroy had to be my
favorite.  She made school interesting and understood how to make 9 year
old kids take interest in otherwise menial lessons.  For math
(arithmetic at the time) she had us do multiplication in our heads by
having one person give the problem verbally–9 X 5–and then tossing a
bean bag to the other person who needed to give the answer by the time
he caught the bag.  I don’t know if she dreamed up the activity but it
sure made us think fast.  She also knew that ‘hands on’ activities were
a way to get everyone involved no matter of level of intelligence or
ability.  It may also have been her way to calibrate those two levels as
we were having fun.  I really liked the things she had us do and every
day I looked forward to going to school.  She was also a no nonsense
teacher and could be hard as nails if she needed to be.  We all knew she
was as nice as could be unless you screwed up and if you did,  you were
going to suffer the consequences.  We ALL knew if she disciplined
someone harshly,  that student had it coming–we accepted that.  Whether
you believe that is correct or not,  we sure had a smooth running
classroom and learned our lessons well.  I’ve always believed there is a
big difference between obedience and respect.  A teacher can command
obedience but has to earn respect.  Mrs. Conroy knew that and for that
reason we respected her and totally trusted her good judgement.  Sitting
in some of my college classes years later,  I used to be amazed
(disgusted actually) at how some of the instructors didn’t understand or
even care about the students they were teaching.  The most interesting
were the ones who had gone straight through school and college and grad
school and then took jobs teaching at the college.  They had never been
out in the real world but would tell us how students will respond  to
certain stimuli.  That was what they read in a book written by another
person who also had gone through the same educational chain and had also
never been out of the college setting. The worst of the worst was a
class in Educational Psychology at UND. My dad and mom were both school
teachers and I heard the school stories every day of my younger life so
when the professors would get off on their tangent, many times I would
just sit and remember and smile at how far off the mark they actually
were.  The problem with this scenario is that they are teaching
potential educators who in turn take their training out into the real
world.  I don’t know how many other students had the same thoughts as I
did going through their heads but I hope a few did.  Anyway,  Mrs.
Conroy got us on the right path.  My humble opinion.  Thanks Gary!


Posting of the day
From Keith Pladson (66): Roanoke Rapids, NC

Got this from a friend and thought it was wonderful!!!

Feel free to include in your blog.  Although this involves a congresswoman, it is not a political message, but rather, it concerns our Veterans.  And since many on your blog are veterans, I thought they (and you too, since you too are also a veteran) may enjoy and appreciate it.

Thanks Gary for all your do to keep us connected,
Keith Pladson (66)


Congresswoman Duckworthtalk about a smack down to a person deserving it


We need more Elected Officials like her.  Congresswomen Duckworth was brilliant and brings to mind the fact that she is a real war hero. She held the rank of Captain and was a helicopter pilot.  Her helicopter was shot down over Iraq and she lost both of her legs and use of her right arm.


Mr. Castillo ‘s business received $500 million dollars in federal business because he claimed he was a disabled veteran.


Mr. Castillo’s injury consists of hurting his foot while playing football at an elite college prep school


He never served a day in the service of his country, but he claimed playing football at a college prep ROTC was the same as an injury in combat!


Watch what Duckworth says to Mr. Castillo, who has made millions from his “disabled veteran status”, while real disabled veterans live under viaducts and in alleys because of what they saw or did in the defense of this nation.


Give her four minutes to set this guy up before belittling him in front of a congressional hearing.  And the speaker of the meeting let her talk longer than allotted regular time.



9/9/2013 (1847)

      Happy Birthday Keith Pladson (DHS ’66):  Roanoke Rapids, NC
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Happy Birthday Karen Woodford Olson: (DHS ’59): Bemidji, Mn
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Face Book Capture
Chuck and Geri Metcalfe (’59) Munro
Cheryl Haagenson Great picture of a great pair! I always enjoy talking with these two ! Terrific pair.
Patti Metcalfe Woods Two of my very favorite people!!!
What a beautiful couple. Hard to believe you celebrated your golden Anniversary too. We so enjoyed both of the Dunseith cruises with Chuck and Geri too.
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9/9/2013 (1846)

Website update
I have been working trying to get the malicious malware removed from our Website. It appears that the hackers changed some of the coding in the root files of some of our pages. Unfortunately, I have been told there are no scanner software’s available to detect and correct the hacked codes. GoDaddy, our host, has identified the affected pages. The good part is that most of the daily blogs do not appear to be affected. The only blogs identified were for the year 2007. We started our Blog on Christmas 2007, so there are only about 7 blogs for that year that would be affected.
There were 21 pages identified as being affected. I am doing some trial and error removing possible affected code. If push comes to shove, I will just delete those pages. This has been an educational experience for me, because I knew absolutely nothing about any of this.
Wayne (’61) and Rosemary Smith with their daughter Laurali and her family
Back: Rosemary, Wayne, Laurali (Smith) and Leon Sime (Son of Larry and Connie)
Front: Jenna (11), Kaelyn (9) & lacey (7).
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   Bobby Lagerquist (’58) Dick Johnson (’68) and Mona Dionne Johnson (’48)
Lagerquist Johnson Dionne
            Bernadette Stokes and Ginger LaRocque Poitra (’65)
LaRaucque, Ginter
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Birthday party in Cebu
These are some pictures from a Birthday party we attended last night. They had about 50 guests. The party was held in the community center of the development of the birthday lady. They had catered food and a live band. It was a fun evening.
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                                          Bernadette Dancing
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Posted by Neola Kofoid Garbe: neolag@min.midco.net Bottineau & Minot, ND


Linda Joy Martinez
(January 13, 1953 – September 5, 2013)

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Linda Joy Martinez


Linda Martinez, age 60 of Bismarck, formerly Dunseith, died Thursday, September 5, 2013 in a Bismarck hospital. Funeral services will be held on Wednesday at 10:00 A.M. in St. Michael’s Catholic Church in Dunseith, ND. Cremation will take place after the service. A wake will be held on Tuesday, beginning at 4:00 P.M., with a prayer service at 8:00 P.M. in the church.

Linda Martinez, a daughter of Walter and Patrica (McCloud) Counts, was born on January 13, 1953 in Bottineau. On January 15, 1971 she was married to Louis Martinez.

She is survived by her husband, Louis Martinez of Bismarck; sons, Wayne (Twlia) Martinez, Blaine (Rochllle) Martinez, Jory (Lindsey) Martinez all of Bismarck and Luke (Kayla) Martinez of Laramie, WY; daughters, Trisha Martinez, Latisha (James Dionne) Martinez, Aletla Martinez and Elaine Martinez all of Bismarck; brothers, Roger (Mary Rose) Counts, Richard (Renee) Counts, both of Dunseith; sister, Leona Counts of Ft. Totten, ND; 22 grandchildren; 1 great-grandchild; many nieces and nephews.





9/7/2013 (1845

We are invited to Birthday Party Dinner this evening for one of our Expat friends 40th birthday. I am sure they have invited a lot of folks too with catered food. It will be a fun party.
With that I am cramped for time, so I am going with what I have at the moment.
Carlyle Nelson’s home.
These pictures were taken in Carlyle’s house when he invited us over for a visit.
                       Bernadette Stokes and Carlyle Nelson
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Ralph and Luella Boardman (’49) Bjornseth – Bottineau Yard of the week.
Ralph and Luella,
Congratulations. Your flowers are gorgeous.
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Joke of the day
Posted by Pam Fassett Faust (’47):  Lilburn, GA
An Arizona Highway Patrol officer stops a Harley for
traveling faster than the posted speed limit. He starts
the stop by asking the biker his name.
‘Steve,’ he replies.

‘Steve what?’ the officer asks.‘Just Steve,’ the man responds.

The officer, in a good mood, thinks he might just give the
biker a break, and write him out a warning instead of a ticket.
The officer presses him for the last name.

The man tells him that he used to have a last name but lost it.

The officer thinks that he has a nut case on his hands but
plays along with it. ‘Tell me, Steve, how did you lose your
last name?’

The biker replies, “It’s a long story, so stay with me. I was
born Steve Johnson. I studied hard and got good grades.
When I got older, I realized that I wanted to be a doctor. I
went through college, medical school, internship, residency,
and finally got my degree, so I was Steve Johnson, MD.

After a while I got bored being a doctor, so I decided to
go back to school. Dentistry was my dream! Got all the
way through School, got my degree, so then I
was Steve Johnson, MD, DDS.

Got bored doing dentistry, so I started fooling around with
my assistant and she gave me VD, so now I was Steve
Johnson, MD, DDS, with VD.

Well, the ADA found out about the VD, so they took away
my DDS. Then I was Steve Johnson, MD, with VD.

Then the AMA found out about the ADA taking away my
DDS because of the VD, so they took away my MD leaving
me as Steve Johnson with VD.

Then the VD took away my Johnson, so now I’m

‘Just Steve.'”The officer walked away in tears, laughing.

9/6/2013 (1844)

        Happy Birthday Lyle Lamoureux (’63): Prescott Valley, AZ
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Fauske/Rude Five Generations Photo
Reply from Bill Hosmer (’48):  Tucson, AZ
Gary and Friends,   The Fauske/Rude photo was a bevy of

beautiful North Dakota women.  Just

terrific.  Bill Hosmer

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Car Story
From Dick Johnson (’68): Dunseith, ND
Gary and Friends,

       The mention of '57 Fords gave me the bug to tell another story 
of my '57 Ford Fairlane.  When I got it,  it only had 52,000 actual 
miles on it and still had the thick bumpy clear plastic covers on the 
seats.  It was the first thing I changed.  It was like sitting on 
glass--both too cold and too hot whatever the temperature was.  The car 
was 10 years old and probably only had the oil changed a couple times in 
it's life.  I went to change it and the sludge in the pan would hardly 
come out of the drain plug.  Dad told me to fill the engine with #2 
diesel and let it run for a couple minutes out in the yard and then 
drain it.  The diesel cleaned a little bit of the sludge out of the 
engine but it was too late--the damage had been done.  I had lots of 
problems with the oiling system because of the neglect.  One day a bunch 
of us were over at Campbell's shooting pool and decided it was time to 
go home.  We headed out and jumped into our respective cars and headed 
out toward Dales for the usual 'run to the radar sign' on Highway 5.  
The old clicking 292 y-block engine would always top out at 95-97 MPH 
but this day it went past that and kept climbing and climbing and I said 
to my friend,  "What the heck got into this old crate?"  When we hit 
about 120,  we were getting close to our usual turn around point of the 
gravel pit turnoff so I let off the pedal and the engine grenaded on 
me.  I think at that speed and backing off that quickly,  the pistons 
decided to change holes.  Anyway,  it banged,  popped,  shuttered, 
smoked and rattled all in about 2 seconds.  It didn't quit running but 
was barely hitting on 2-3 cylinders.  I kept it going and made it back 
into town and shut it off in our yard.  There was even antifreeze 
running out the tail pipe.  I bought a '56 Ford for $10 and rebuilt that 
engine for my car.  When I pulled off the valve covers on my old blown 
engine to put on the rebuilt engine,  there were broken pushrods and 
valves missing with springs laying in the valve covers!  There was NO 
salvage of that one except for the 'Thunderbird' valve covers.  
Everything below them was toast! Thanks Gary!

Picture from Glen Williams (’52): Missoula, MT
From our backyard about two hours ago…
That five point is good friends with our cat…
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Message/pictures from Keith Pladson (’66):
Apparently either Alice or I hit the reply by mistake.  Sorry about the confusion.However, since I am responding to you anyway, thought I might share a few photos taken this past weekend when our daughter Angela and son-in-law George and their family were down here.

This first one is of our oldest and youngest grandchildren before we went out on the boat (you can see the lake out the window in the background — Tyler is a Junior this year and will be 17 in November, and Ella (named after my mother) will be two on the 14th of Sept.

Life jacket on and ready to go!
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Life jacket on and ready to go!
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Austin waiting for Tyler to get on the tube with him (Austin is five and in Kindergarten this year).  Austin loves the tube and rode it with Tyler, his mom, his dad and with me.
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Tyler on the tube behind our pontoon boat.  It took him some time to finally get to where he could stand up and Angela got a good photo of it.
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Not to be outdone, his mom (Angela) then rode the tube and after several tries she also finally got to where she could stand up
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I couldn’t let them show the old man up so I too, finally got to where I could stand up.  Riding water skis is easy compared to this.  I know it’s pretty dumb of me since I’ll be turning 65 in just a couple of days, but I still enjoy the challenge.
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Needless to say, we had a wonderful day on the water and all came home tired and a bit sun burned.Keep up the good work, Gary and all the best and good health to both you and Bernadette.


9/5/2013 (1843)

            Happy Birthday Richard Slyter (DHS ’67):   Dunseith, ND
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          Happy Birthday Corliss Allard Habets (DHS ’66): Kevin, MT
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Fauske/Rude five generations
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Hazen Football Team wins the Coal Bowl
Posting from Larry Hackman (’66): l Bismarck, ND
Grandson, A Coal Bowl Champion.
The Hazen, ND Football Team once again became the Champions of the The Coal Bowl.
The Coal Bowl is a rivalry beween the two cities of Beulah and Hazen.  These are two cities, eight miles apart,
 located in west central , North Dakota in the heart of Coal Country.
The rivalry game has been taking place every year for the last 35 years.
After a hour and half of delay, due to heavy rainfall, the game was played on a wet soggy field
last friday evening under the lights. After both teams completed their slipping and sliding under extremely wet conditions .
The Hazen team pulled out a victory winning over Beulah with a score of 12 to 0, returning the football shaped trophy to Hazen.
The football on a wood base is actuaully carved from a chunk of coal. 
My Grandson Nathan, a senior at Hazen High School said that winning this game and having the trophy back in  Hazen,
is one item that he can cross off his bucket list for this year, his senior year.
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Thank You,

Larry Hackman

9/4/2013 (1842)

It has been a busy day, so I am going post what I have put together thus far.
Minnie Alvin Creamery Story
From Sharon Zorn Gerdes (’62):  Windsor, CO
The mention of Minnie Alvin brought back many memories.  Eileen Eurich was working for her, and when Eileen left I got the job of weighing, LIFTING, emptying  cleaning and steaming those huge cream cans.  You didn’t do any setting around when you worked for Minnie.  But the really kicker was that I had to taste all the cream that came in, because she paid more for the sweet cream.  Well some cans came in so rancid, some with a kids shoe in the cream, and other strange  things I  won’t mention.  So I will admit that my  ” taste testing” was sometimes a good guess, but never admitted that to Minnie.  Her husband was sure a nice guy. It was so hot in that little place because of  steam cleaning the cans. But I made five dollars for a long days work- that was great.   Good old memories.  sg
Bobby Bott’s 1957 Ford
Reply from Allen Richard (’65):  Midland, MI.

To Dick Johnson—–
First of all — we both know that Ford sold more cars in ’57 than Chevy did.  Second—- the ’57 312 engine was nasty — when teamed with an overdrive it had a reputation much like the Chevy 327 of the mid 60s.
In my memory the most legendary ’57 was the black and white 4 door hard top that belonged to Bobby Bott.  It ran away from nearly everything — Nobody could figure out why it was that fast.  It could pretty much hold its own with most things in the 1/4 — but then there was overdrive —- and the top end was WAY over a buck 20.   In fact it easily pegged the needle before flipping into overdrive.
Well when I was racing dirt track in ’68 I was running a 312 with attitude issues.  (Even tried it with dual quads on the highway— but that was over the top  — another story)    I figured I should look for another one to rebuild in case mine blew (it didn’t).  Gary Pigeon and I ran across Bob’s ’57 somewhere in the hills.  We popped the hood and Gary said —- “Well this is a Y block, but something is not right.”  I asked what, and he said the fuel pump and water pump look bigger.  Gary carried wrenches much like the rest of us carry wallets, so it didn’t take him long to pull the plugs on the left side.  He went to the nearest fence and cut about a foot of wire from the left over wind and proceeded to stick the wire in the plug holes and measure how deep the wire reached.  When he got to the deepest cylinder he scratched a line on the wire.  “I don’t know what the hell this is,  but It ain’t a 312.”  We put the plugs back in and went to his place and checked Chilton’s manuals.  Turns out it was a 368 that was an option in Mercs and Lincs for only 2 years.  I didn’t try to get it because we were limited to 325 cubes.  Now I wish  had it.  I can’t remember the rated HP of a 368, but I think it was in the 315-330 range.  I rode with Bob once.  He pegged 120 and then hit overdrive.  It was another good 10 seconds before the acceleration pressure on my shoulders let up.
I put my old 312 in a rusty white basic ’59 Ford with a 4:10 rear and a Lincoln 3spd overdrive.  (Yes back then you could get a Lincoln with a manual trans.) It would also do 120 before the overdrive shift— but the push on my shoulders in OD was not as intense.  ——– just for us LUGNUTS.
Face Book capture.
This is a beautiful picture of you with your mother. So sad she passed away in July too.
                Mel Kuhn with his mother Alice Cote Kuhn
Kuhn 1842

9/3/2013 (1841)

No Blog yesterday.
For the record I did not get a blog posted yesterday.
Happy Birthday Glenda Anderson Bergan (’60): Dunseith, ND
         Anderson, Glenda 1841
Blog Hosting support refund
Reply form LeaRae Parrill Espe (’67):  Bottineau, ND
Gary, I would like to help with the cost of that restore of the site.  I am sure others would also.  Please publish the address so all of us know where to send to help out.  Thanks  for your dedication to our wonderful blog.  It was great to see you and Bernadette. Sorry I didn’t get to say a formal goodbye.  I missed you by a few minutes at the bakery that morning,  Give Bernadette our best wishes for her health.  LeaRae Parrill Espe ’67
Hello LeaRae,
We so much enjoyed seeing you and Terry, numerous times, with our stay in the area for the whole month of July.  We’d see you most every morning at the Bakery when you were with your group of gal friends.
Thank you so much for your very kind offer. I posted the blog info for informational purposes only. With that posting I was hoping folks would not think I was soliciting funds. As it turned out, as stated in the Support Staff Response below, we are past the window for a sight restoration, so they have refunded the money.
We are back to square one again. I do not have a back-up stored in my computer either. I sent an email to our site support staff asking for guidance as to how to browse and view malware in our site. They walked me through one procedure over the phone to find and erase one malware entry on our site. I have forgotten all the steps.
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Dion Lake
Reply from Floyd Dion (’44):  Dunseith, ND
I don’t know much about Dion Lake, I had read or heard it was named after Joe Dion, But no relation to us. Maybe someone has an answer.
Creamery Stories
From Dick Johnson (’68):  Dunseith, ND
Gary and Friends,Vickie’s story about the creameries reminded me of a few old
memories.  When we lived in town,  I would walk or ride bike uptown
every day and went up the alley behind the creamery.  If I was walking,
many times I stopped in and said hello to Floyd Dion and then stepped on
the huge dial scale they weighed the cream cans on. In those days I
wanted to be heavier and taller so it would look better on the sports
programs we had at school.  My,  how things have changed! I remember
once when Jim Hanson was working there in the ’60s,  he had his ’57 Ford
Fairlane jacked up behind the creamery and had the rear tires off.  He
had them laying flat on the ground and was painting wide white walls on
them.  I was interested in cars and hadn’t ever seen that done before.
I said,  “I didn’t know that could be done?”  Jim got a big grin on his
face and said, “I don’t know if it can be done but I did it anyway.”
Then he started laughing.  After that ,  he put a long sleek set of
‘Fox-Craft’ fender skirts on the Ford and she looked cool!  I think it
was blue and white and the back end had been lowered so it looked even
more cool. A  few years later I had a brown and yellow ’57 Fairlane just
like it.  In the fall of ’67, I bought the car from Jay Lamoureux for
all my summers wages which I saved like a miser for a car.  I asked him
how much he would take and he said,  “The least I would go is $250.”  I
had $240 from all summer so I thought I was done and I wanted the car
bad.  He could read my face I’m sure and he asked how much I had?  I
told him I had $240 and that was all I had.  He told me to write the check!

Another Dunseith creamery story I have is when I worked at
Lamoureux Bros. Ford Garage in the early ’70s.  Minnie Alvin had her
cream station right across the street from the garage and for a while I
did the bulk fuel hauling for Lamoureux’s.  They told me that Minnie was
too worried about running out of fuel and would call REAL often.  I
didn’t think that should be such a big deal.  That was until I was the
driver of the bulk truck.  Every time a few snow flakes flew,  the phone
would ring and Minnie would say we better check her fuel tank as she
might run out.  I was over there ALL the time and the tank was always
nearly full and it held 265 gallons. In that tiny cream station that was
enough for most of the winter.  I told Jay that this was crazy but he
just laughed and said it was just not going to change so just go over
there and bang around on the tank a little so that she hears it and that
satisfies her. That’s what I did–MANY times.  Just another old memory
of old Dunseith.  Thanks Gary!


Rose and Art Hagen
Last week Art had a farm mishap and broke his left leg in the ankle area. He will find out on September 9th if he needs to have surgery. If not, then he will be coming to Cebu ASAP.
Rose recently returned from Switzerland where she spent over a month visiting her daughter.  Prior to that she spent a month visiting her Son in Australia. Both of her kids have good jobs in their respective countries.
We will see Rose tomorrow at bowling. She recently changed her FB profile picture to the one pasted below. I thought it was a very nice picture to share with you folks.
Hagen, Art 1841
Curt Hahn
We had the pleasure of running into Curt Hahn in the Bottineau Bakery. Curt lives a mile or two east of Lake Metigoshe, just off of Highway 43 to the north, across the road from the Alfred Rude farm.
Curt is retired from the REA (Rural Electrical Association). Both he and his brother Gordon worked for the REA for many years. Gordon was married to my first cousin, Alice Petterson Hahn.
Hahn, Curt 1841
 Olson Terry, Anderson Lorenzo 1841

9/1/2013 (1840)

Dorothy Lamoureux Wood (’52) update
From Lois Lilleby Fielding (’51):  Prescott, AZ
Hi Gary:   Thanks for the info.    I ‘m not sure about Betty’s info, but I have new info for Dorothy.     She is in a rehab type home after an illness, but says she will probably move to a town in Arizona, where her daughter and grandson will be moving.  
She sounds like the “old” Dode –always optimistic and happy—tho’ it sounds like she has been through a lot.    We talked for a long time.  Her daughter and grandson are there for her all the time and take great care for her needs.  She is very determined to keep up her health—but she was always the optimist.   She does some exercise and is fairly active physically.  
Dorothy Wood    7571 Westminster Blvd., Apt 222,    Westminster, California.        She did not remember the zip code and  apparently does not use her computer.              Best to you!          Lois Fielding
Thank you so much Lois for keeping us updated with Dorothy’s new address and condition. Doing a backward trace of her Phone number that has not changed, I found her address listing too, that I have also pasted above.  
For those of you that remember Dorothy, I’ll bet she would enjoy a phone call too. Her number is listed above.
Posted by Neol Kofoid Garbe:  Bottineau & Minot, ND
Hiatt 1841
Dion Lake Question
From Mona Dionne Johnson (’48):  Bottineau, ND
Gary:  While visiting with Neola, I had an interesting question which
she suggested that I ask you to put on the blog.
Would Floyd Dion know who “Dion Lake ” in the Turtle Mountains was name
after, and when ?   Or do you know ?
Mona (Dionne) Johnson (48)
I am not sure where Dion Lake is located, but I am sure someone will know when, who and where the lake was named after.  From what I understand, The Dion name used to be Dionne and was changed to Dion, so you guys are all the same family.
Childhood Farm days & Cow Milking Memories
Posted by Vickie Metcalfe (’70): Bottineau, ND
Gary and friends, 
Neola fwd. this article.
I do think the blog folks would be interested.
Many of you  probably, remember Wes Schneider 
 the ice cream maker at Pride Dairy, many years.
( well into his 80’s!)  
Floyd Dion and Bob Stokes,  also were longtime,
loyal employees of Pride Dairy.
Many, former farm kids  milked cows, and their 
 folks who sold cream and milk at Pride Dairy.
My own dad  and mom bought some of the last  Holstein cows from the San Haven herd.
Among them, our dear Black and white bossies, “Pansy, Queenie, Beauty
 and Katie were  soon joined by Norrie (named in honor of former owner, Norris Nelson).
With the San Haven Herd purchase,
our parents purchased milking machines. 
Oft the milking machine from 1 cow would fill up one 5 gallon pail.
With mom, Nancy, Cyndy and I were milch maids. 
Mom and Dad always kept the radio on in the barn.
 And, I sang frequently with it.
The cows got their rations of ground oats and molasses.
The horses whole oats. And chickens, oats or cracked wheat.
Soon, the sound of  contented chewing chomping.
I’d put my head against the cows flank and feel her warmth
as I prepared her to milk.
Whilst milking,we fed the cats and dogs fresh whole milk, 
and separate the cream.  Then, the calves and pigs skim milk.
If it was winter the cows got the sweet hay from the hay mow,
 before the lights were turned off.
Uncle Emil Metcalfe told me I was an excellent barn cleaner! 
I loved his praise, because I really enjoy a clean barn!
My family sold  cream through Minnie Alvin which I  believe,
was sent  on to Rugby, or to the cream station in 
the area of the old AC Bar, I think a substation of 
Bottineau Creamery.
 Prior to selling to Dunseith it went to Kelvin Store.
My mom would sell her farm eggs to Hosmer Store or Bedard’s Red Owl.
We girls also had the job of picking eggs, washing them and packing.
The money received in exchange for cream and eggs,
 purchased needed weekly  groceries, flour sugar etc.
How well I remember,often, mom sending a quart of fresh thick farm cream
 to school with me.  I carried it so carefully then, up the stairs to give Mrs. Conroy.
That wonderful lady returned the jar the next day filled with homemade fudge.
From the gentle kind  lady, I heard no comments on my hard worn hand-me down 
clothes, barn smell, rough callused hands or ringworm from pail feeding the calves,
I am now off the farm but KNOWLEDGE learned about never erased.
Until Later.
pride dairy
Salem Sunday School attandance roster
This is a roster of the Sunday School kids that were enrolled at Salem the last year Sunday School was held in Salem. I believe the fall of 1960 was the last that Sunday School was held in Salem. This roster is still posted in the entry way of the church. This picture was taken in July this year.
To this day I remember well so many of the Sunday school songs we used to sing. Arliss Rude Hagen was our song leader.
I had to enlarge this photo pretty large to get all the names legible. As you can see, my youngest brother Darrel is listed as Bud. Until he started school in Dunseith in the fall of 1961, few folks knew his given name.
Salem Sunday school 1840
Posted by Neol Kofoid Garbe: Bottineau & Minot, ND
Posted by Neol Kofoid Garbe: Bottineau & Minot, ND
Joke of the day
Posted by Mel Kuhn (’70):  St. John, ND
Job   Interview
Personnel Manager:  “What is your greatest weakness?”

Old Man :  “Honesty.”

Personnel Manager:  “I don’t think honesty is a weakness.”

Old Man :  “I don’t really give a darn what you think”