Sharon,

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.

Gary

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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.

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Click here for the Entertainment Schedule

 

Click here to view the Great Hall of the Vikings Seating Chart

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Bill– where is the shelf and display case at?–  

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TWO NUNS WERE SHOPPING AT A 7-11 STORE. AS THEY PASSED BY THE BEER COOLER, ONE NUN SAID TO THE OTHER, “WOULDN’T A NICE COOL BEER OR TWO TASTE WONDERFUL ON A HOT SUMMER EVENING?”

 

THE SECOND NUN ANSWERED, “INDEED IT WOULD, SISTER, BUT I WOULD NOT FEEL COMFORTABLE BUYING BEER, SINCE I AM CERTAIN IT WOULD CAUSE A SCENE AT THE CHECKOUT STAND.”

 

“I CAN HANDLE THAT WITHOUT A PROBLEM,” THE OTHER NUN REPLIED, AND SHE PICKED UP A SIX-PACK AND HEADED FOR THE CHECK-OUT.

 

THE CASHIER HAD A SURPRISED LOOK ON HIS FACE WHEN THE TWO NUNS ARRIVED WITH A SIX-PACK OF BEER. “WE USE BEER FOR WASHING OUR HAIR” THE NUN SAID, “BACK AT OUR NUNNERY, WE CALL IT CATHOLIC SHAMPOO .

 

WITHOUT BLINKING AN EYE, THE CASHIER REACHED UNDER THE COUNTER. PULLED OUT A PACKAGE OF PRETZEL STICKS, AND PLACED THEM IN THE BAG WITH THE BEER.

 

HE THEN LOOKED THE NUN STRAIGHT IN THE EYE, SMILED, AND SAID: “THE CURLERS ARE ON THE HOUSE.”

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

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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

 

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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

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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– !!!

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Gary:

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

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

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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

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.   

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Chapter

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.

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!!

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Dick!  you said it all!!- she was the epitome of a genuine  educator- !!-  i think everyone loved her!!-  

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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!

Dick

Congresswoman Duckworth – talk 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.

 

http://www.upworthy.com/whats-the-worst-thing-you-could-say-to-a-congresswoman-who-lost-her-legs-in-battle-found-it?g=2

 

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.

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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!

Dick

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Gary,

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!

Life jacket on and ready to go!

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.

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.

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.

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.

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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.

Gary

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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!

Dick

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