11/30/2013 (1902)

No Blog Yesterday
For the record I didn’t not get a blog posted yesterday. I just ran out of time.
Message from Margaret Metcalfe Leonard (’65):  Rolette, ND
Wishing everyone a happy Thanksgiving from Cleveland OH where Im visiting my son Chris and Lisa and Shamas and Oscar!  These grandchildren are so much fun!  Lisa’s patents are  hosting Thanksgiving dinner….it will be a feast!
Blog number corrections
From Mel Kuhn (’70):  St. John, ND
You slipped a cog on your numbering. Should be 1990-1991 instead of 1890-1891.
Thank you Mel,
Your are absolutely right. We are approching the 2,000 mark too.
Stokes 1902-1 Stokes 1902-2 Stokes 1902-3
Stokes 1902-4
Posted by Neola Kofoid Garbe:  Bottineau & Minot, ND
Note: Ron’s mother was Yvette Boucher. He is a first cousin to the Gottbreht siblings.
Posted by Neola Kofoid Garbe:  Bottineau & Minot, ND
Posted by Neola Kofoid Garbe:  Bottineau & Minot, ND
News .
Posting of the day
From Dennis Dubois (63):  Minneapolis, MN

Billy Graham is now 92 years-old with Parkinson’s disease.  In January, leaders in Charlotte, North Carolina, invited their favorite son, Billy Graham, to a luncheon in his honor.  Billy initially hesitated to accept the invitation because he struggles with Parkinson’s disease. But the Charlotte leaders said, ‘We don’t expect a major address. Just come and let us honor you.’ So he agreed.


After wonderful things were said about him, Dr. Graham stepped to the rostrum, looked at the crowd, and said, “I’m reminded today of Albert Einstein, the great physicist who this month has been honored by Time magazine as the Man of the Century. Einstein was once traveling from Princeton on a train when the conductor came down the aisle, punching the tickets of every passenger. When he came to Einstein, Einstein reached in his vest pocket. He couldn’t find his ticket, so he reached in his trouser pockets.  It wasn’t there.He looked in his briefcase but couldn’t find it. Then he looked in the seat beside him. He still couldn’t find it.  “The conductor said, ‘Dr. Einstein, I know who you are. We all know who you are. I’m sure you bought a ticket. Don’t worry about it.’  “Einstein nodded appreciatively. The conductor continued down the aisle punching tickets. As he was ready to move to the next car, he turned around and saw the great physicist down on his hands and knees looking under his seat for his ticket.  “The conductor rushed back and said, ‘Dr. Einstein, Dr. Einstein, don’t worry, I know who you are; no problem. You don’t need a ticket. I’m sure you bought one.’  Einstein looked at him and said, “Young man, I too, know who I am. What I don’t know is where I’m going.”


Having said that Billy Graham continued, “See the suit I’m wearing? It’s a brand new suit. My children and my grandchildren are telling me I’ve gotten a little slovenly in my old age. I used to be a bit more fastidious. So I went out and bought a new suit for this luncheon and one more occasion. You know what that occasion is? This is the suit in which I’ll be buried. But when you hear I’m dead, I don’t want you to immediately remember the suit I’m wearing. I want you to remember this:


I not only know who I am. I also know where I’m going.”


And may each of us have lived our lives so that when our ticket is punched we don’t have to worry about where we are going.

Posted on 12/28/2007


I have forwarded, below, Bill Hosmer’s very interesting letter with his side of the air shows as one as a Thunderbird pilot. Thank you Bill for sharing this with us. Folks have been waiting 45 plus years to hear your side of these shows.
I have also included with this message several other comments/messages/requests from Colette Hosmer, Ron Link, Dayna Bailey & a beautiful picture of Larry Hackman with his new granddaughter.
Thank you folks for all the feed back that you have sent regarding a WEB site. I have forwarded all your correspondence to Bob Leonard, Cheryl Haagenson & Bill Hosmer for them to evaluate in choosing a WEB site. They will evaluate and take into consideration all of our comments and requests in choosing this WEB site. Colette Hosmer’s comments for a WEB site are included with her message pasted below. I will continue to forward all your requests and comments concerning this WEB site to Bob, Cheryl & Bill. Bill, you mentioned that you know nothing about setting up and maintaining these WEB sites, but I know that you are working with Cheryl & Bob to get this up and running. We have a vast pool of folks within our group that you can turn to with any questions you may have getting this all set up. We trust you guys judgment and will go along with what ever you think is best. Please let us know the costs involved too.
Bill Hosmer’s comments & Reply: Thunderbirds
Gary Stokes, Ron Longie, Cousin Colette Hosmer, Larry Hackman, Allen
Richard, Bill Grimme and to Deb Morinville (whose address I did not

Thank you for taking the time to comment on that brief period of
time in a long life. The flattery I’m experiencing is a gift from
you all, and that is important to me. By the way I answered a
direct mailing from Susan Fassett, so she was not included in this
series of observations and impressions response.

Just to clarify a couple of impressions, we did not do any
supersonic maneuvers. The explosive sound that was heard was in all
likelihood, the afterburner which is a loud and sudden explosive
acceleration which that engine incorporated. The solo pilots used
it more than us working guys in the formation, although it’s
possible anytime. On one of the South American shows we did in 1961
the President of Paraguay asked our lead to do a supersonic pass.
He explained that the shock wave might possibly break many windows
in the air terminal. The president said, “This is my country, and
those are my windows”. So the leader had the solo to open the show
with a boom. No windows were broken, but they had alot of tape
helping to withstand the shock.

What caused KC Sine to fall was not in the plan, but it happened
like this: As lead headed us toward Minot, I asked him permission
to do a slow pass down main street. I wanted to see if my folks
were at our store on main street. I was low and very slow with my
landing gear down. Unknown to me the other wing man pulled out of
the formation, got behind me a good distance then lit the
afterburner, accelerated to nearly 500knots, flew UNDER me as we
passed the bank on the corner. KC explained to me when Dad and I
went to apologize, he had that masterful fast paced dialogue with a
little swearing going on, telling me, that fast one was going to
kill him right in front of his store,etc, etc, then he ended his
tirade, he said, “hey kid, wanna banana?” I’d heard that many
years before that Sept day in 1961. What a piece of work that man

There are Thunderbird reunions every other year in Las Vegas where
we get together with us oldtimers, and all the teams before and
after us, and are treated to a private air show by the current
team in their beautiful F-16 aircraft at Nellis AFB. This year it
was last month. The number of attendees from our earlier teams are
less and less, but it is like being in Dunseith at our famous
100th and125th Celebrations to see all the generations in
attendance, to give the heart a tug, and the mind a blast of

I did eject from the airplane I flew to ND about two weeks after
we had been there. It was not at a show, but during our arrival
maneuvers at a Navy Base in Rhode Island, I had the engine quit
running, tried some emergency airstarts, tried to position the
bird to make a dead stick (engine out) pattern, but was too low,
so ejected without injury, and flew the spare airplane in the show
the next day. The other one exploded in an empty field with no
damage to anything on the ground, except the dirt. I landed in a
tree and I was not as good a tree climber as I was down at Willow
Creek, but shoot.

I’m hoping someone can figure out the best way to get us in
computer contact on a regular basis. I can contribute $$, but my
brain power is limited.

Cheers and Happy New Year to you all, and thank you from my
heart. Bill Hosmer

Colette Hosmer’s comments and reply:
Bill, I began this e-mail (below) this morning but had to leave for an appointment so saved it to send later. I just got back and read the Thunderbird account from your point of view. Guess we’re working on mental telepathy now….

Hi Gary and Cousin Bill,

Loved reading your Christmas Day letter, Bill. So many people exchanged their memories of your Dunseith Thunderbird Show….maybe someday you’ll tell us your side of the story (?)
Although I don’t know anything about building or maintaining a website (I traded art and paid a professional for mine) I will add my 2 cents to the equation. I agree with Gary that we should stick with e-mail for our initial communication — especially since he’s so generous in acting as the clearing house for these thousands of messages. However, I would imagine that information could be organized very effectively on a website. And, photographs would be an important addition to the history.
I also agree that if this effort is made, it should be top rate, easy to maneuver and with plenty of room to add info indefinitely.
Request from Ron Link:
Gary: Please include Don & Colleen(Conroy) Martel’s E-mail address to your list of address’s on your E-mail’s There address is: dcmartel@frontiernet.net THANK YOU—RON
Message from Dayna Bailey, Vance’s Daughter: Slide show for Vance
GaryThe slide show for Dad’s is posted.
Go to www.mem.com

Search for
Bailey, Vance

It will take you to his obituary.
On the right side of the screen you see buttons. There is one for ‘movie’

Doreen states that she would like to stay on the Dunseith alumni email list.
Also she mentioned old photos of Dunseith. She has a bunch just let her know
if and when you would like to post them.



Larry Hackman with his Granddaughter Izzabell (7 Wks):
You can tell this gal is going places and doing things. Grandpa says so! She had a list so long for Santa, that he just decided to take her to the North Pole and turned the whole place over to her. I might have to help deliver gifts next year. Oh well, a Grandma’s and Grandpa’s work is never done.


11/28/2013 (1901)

Happy Thanksgiving everyone
We are having a traditional Thanksgiving dinner with 103 of our Cebu Expat group of friends. We are going to the Xing Restaurant, owned by Marina, a very good expat friend of ours. Marina is catering a Turkey/ham dinner with all the traditional side dishes and trimmings inclusive of a variety of pies that we are not accustomed to having here. She did this for us last year too. Last year we only had 72 folks. This year, with limited accommodations of 100,  we have been turning people away. Her reputation caught on, plus we have a few more folks in our group too. We are over booked by three. Dinner is at 7:00 PM, but we plan on being there well before 6:00 to get our choice of seating. It will be a full house. Novie, Mirasol and Novie’s sister Edelyn will be going with us.
Gary Fulsebakke sings in Carnegie Hall in NYC
Posting from Gary Fulsebakke (’71):  Devils Lake, ND
Hi Gary
       Just want to thank Lynn Halvorson for her interest in my choral ensemble’s trip to sing at Carnegie Hall in NYC.  It is a tremendous opportunity to sing at one of the greatest concert venues in the world, under one of the great choral conductors, Peter Ecklund.  We will be a part of a mass choir singing the Schubert Mass in G.  The concert will be on Sunday, February 16 at 8:30 pm.  We are currently raising funds for the trip, so if anyone wishes to contribute, they can write a check to LRSC Chorale Ensemble and send to Choral Ensemble, Lake Region State College, 1801 College Drive N., Devils Lake ND 58301. If anyone wants to contact me by ph., my number is 701-381-8835 or 701-662-2284.  As the old adage goes:  How do you get to Carnegie Hall?  Practice, practice, practice!  Thanks Gary.
Bev, not Deb
Correction from Toni Morinville Gredesky (’68):   Farimount, ND
I just thought I’d let everyone know that we lost Beverly not Deb.

However, Debbie did have a stroke a few years ago and continues
to suffer from the results. 
Toni Morinville Gredesky
Bev & Deb Morinville
Correction/message from Lola Metcalfe (’68):  Dunseith, ND
Gary–  for some reason – I remember some emails that Bev Morinville had written  before he battle with cancer took her from us!!–  she was  wonderful lady!!!-  when i saw the post from Deb Morinville- my mind thought “Bev”    and i wrote the note below–  my sincere apologies to the family for that thoughtless remark– !!!–  must be the “senior moment”  thing–  (ugh!)  then Deb had her health issues!!– I am wondering how she is doing now–  ??-  Toni was my classmate so i didn’t know the younger kids too well– but I got to know Bev after she and her husband moved back to Dunseith before she got ill- —  I hope some of our storytellers get busy and tell us some more-  old Dunseith HIstory stories !!!_Lola
We all know you knew it was Bev that passed on. I should have caught that error too. Bev passed away on 12/6/2009
You are so right, Bev was a wonderful lady and so full of life too. She was a hoot and we dearly loved her postings of which we will be seeing more of with the posting of prior blogs. We can say the same for Deb too. So sad that she had a stroke too.
Happy Thanksgiving
From Connie Zorn Landsverk:  Bottineau, ND
I would like to wish all of you a blessed and Happy Thanksgiving!!A Bottineau friend!!Connie Landsverk!!
Happy Thanksgiving!!!

From Larry Hackman (’66):  Bismarck, ND

Posted on 12/28/2007


Bill Hosmer,

I thought I’d share with you and the Dunseith Alumni some of the memories that folks have of you and the famous Thunderbirds. I’ve attached a few messages that our class of 65 generated this last April when our subject of discussion for the day was you and those planes performing over Dunseith. Last winter our class members would have, almost live discussions, on various topics and this was one of them.


The first message I just received yesterday from Ron Longie also from our class of 65. All the other messages down to Deb Morinville’s were generated last April.




Ron Longie’s reply to Bill Hosmer:


I truly enjoyed reading Bill Hosmers email, the memories came flooding back about the old skating rink sitting in the warm up shed retying skates, warming hands and feet what a memory. I thank you Bill for the trip down memory lane, and I also like Bill Grimme remember the pass over of the jets what a day. Thanks again for all the names of people that I had forgotten.

Ron Longie

Colette Hosmers reply:
Gary and Larry,Great memories. Actually, Bill was my cousin — my Uncle Jack
Hosmer’s oldest son. Bill and his wife, Pat, have a cabin at Lake
Metigoshe and have spent the summers there for years now. Bill still
tells great stories about those days. One was that Uncle Jack had to
walk down to Casey Sine’s store the next morning to offer an apology.
Casey got skinned up when he “hit the asphalt” as the jets thundered
down main street at the end of their performance. 

Larry – I also like the idea of the arched street lights.



On 4/23/07, Gary Stokes wrote:  Larry, Again you are a wonderful writer and story teller.
Colette, I think your Uncle Bill Hosmer was part of these Thunderbird shows
that Larry is talking about..


Wonderful story from Larry Hackman
Gary & Bill & Paul
Did you read about the Blue Angle pilot crashing yesterday and getting
killed at a flight demonstration. That brought back a memory when the
Thunderbirds would come and fly over Dunseith. They would fly over and do a
few maneuvers usually about once a summer or when ever they were in the
area. I remember they would come right down main street what seemed as low
as tree top high. The street lights would start rattling and the next thing
that happened was there was five jets following each other right down main
street. It really made you stop what ever you were doing and pay
attention. If I remember correctly is that they would even break the
berrier a few times just to make sure that everyone would come out of their
houses to watch the show. That was still legal in them days,(You know, way
back when). Mostly I think it was to get the Hosmer families
attention. Colette’s uncle was one of the pilots if I remember correctly.
Then for the closing of their demonstration they would come flying down main
from the north end of town. They would come so low and so fast that the top
of street light poles would be sucked in and touch, creating arches from one
end of main to the other end. They would have to have the fire dept. go out
the next day with the ladder truck to streighten the poles back out. I
always thought the town would have looked better with the arches, and
really would have looked good at Christmas. You know with the arches
decorated with Christmas lights and such. It really would have created a
amazing sight in the dark of night. If you can emagine. You know, that is a
helluva idea for the street dance during the reunion. You can just emagine
everyone doing the snake dance (or is that crack the whip) down main under
the arches. Maybe someone ought to pass that idea onto someone. But I
think Colette’s uncle retired. Its really to bad about that Blue Angel
Pilot. We must all say a prayer for the well being of his family.
You all take care and smile,


Allen Richard’s Reply:
Bill Hosmer, one of Jack Hosmer’s older sons was a pilot with the Air Force Thunderbirds in the 60′s. They were performing at the Minot Air Base and did an impromptu short show above Dunseith Min street. I was mowing hay in a road ditch along Highway 3– Getting buzzed by an F-100 (yeah that is what they flew back then) at 500 mph is a true religious experience. 

By the way, after Bill Hosmer left the he did some test pilot work and demonstrations for Cessna–Great guy and fun to talk with. Last I saw him he was living @Lake Metigoshe God — been gone so long I forgot how to spell it! Anyway Collette or Jess might know his whereabouts.
Bill Grimme’s reply:
Great stuff! The Thunderbirds were a big part of our younger days. I
remember hearing rumors that there might be a flyover (I’m sure an official
announcement would not have been allowed). Seems like it always corresponded
with some event at Minot AFB. We would wait in anticipation on the day and
still be surprised when the Thunderbirds made the first pass. Cakes fell,
kids and adults ran outside, Brownie cameras were pointed to the sky (doubt
that the pictures turned out) and, as Colette has shared, Dunseith citizens
skinning their knees when they hit the deck. What a day!Here is a good link to the Thunderbird history. Colette’s cousin is
prominent in the article.




Colette’s Hosmer’s reply:
Hey Bill,I replied to the Thunderbird story before I read your e-mail.
So….one real live account of a “man” actually hitting the deck.
Another one was Jimmy McKoy. He was up on the roof of the Crystal
Cafe to get a better view of the show. He swore, that when the planes
came down main street, if he wouldn’t have flattened out he would have been hit! 


Susan Fassett’s reply:

The story I remember is that a lot of the older folks in town thought we were being attacked by the Russians when the planes came flying so low over the town. I remember standing in the alley behind our house and you could see the pilots in the planes very clearly, as low as they were. It was a real treat for us small town kids. Susan

Message I got yesterday from Deb Morinville Marmon:
Dear Gary,
Merry Christmas!! Are you overwhelmed yet? My goodness, this list is taking on a life of it’s own!
My mom, Frances Morinville used to tell this story of the day the “Thunderbirds” came to town (pretty much unannounced)
Back in those days the big threat to the USA was the USSR. Everyone talked about the “communists”. Mom and Dad talked about them so much I came to think I could identify one if they walked down the street kind of like a Martian or other alien. Anyway, Mom said that one of the jets came really low right over main street. The door opened at the store and an elderly woman came in, white as a sheet. Mom got her sat down in the chair by the window and after she could catch her breath she said “I think the communists are attacking!” Mom told that story for years, she got such a kick out of it. I also remember forming a caravan to the Minot Air Base to watch the air show. It was one of the thrills of my childhood years. Thanks Bill, for the joy of those days and also for your service to our country.
Merry Christmas to all my old “homies”

11/27/2013 (1900)

Deb Morinville
Reply from Lola Metcalfe Vanorny (’68): Dunseith, ND
and now Deb has left us– !!  good memories– !!

she sure was anise gal!!_  Lola Vanorny
Posted on 12/26/2007


Message from Vance Bailey’s daughter Dayna:
Merry Christmas
I am Vance’s daughter Dayna.
I would like to Thank You for sending Doreen the email addresses of the
newspapers in North Dakota. I just sent his Obituary to them with a photo.
Thanks soo much.
Message from Bill Grimme (65):
First of all, Merry Christmas to all my Dunseith friends. It has been a great year getting re-acquainted with everyone!
And second, thank you Cecile Berube for my Secret Santa gift from you. It is just what I needed in retirement-I was starting to get lazy! That’s a real easy thing to do, I have found. We’ll let everyone guess what the gift is.
I am looking forward to another year of email fellowship and look forward to seeing everyone again.
Message from Cheryl Haagenson: (71)
It is so great what you do to keep us all connected, Thank you! I am planning on the Alaska cruise I need to put my name on the list. Thanks again for all you do for us. Hope you had a great Christmas. And happy new YearCheryl Haagenson 



Message from Ron Link (58):
Gary: Please add Ellen Myrick (Graff)(Class of 1958) to your E-mail recipients as she would certainly appreciate it. The E-mail’s are very informative. Her E-mail address isemyrick@gra.midco.net Thank you and Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year.—RON LINK
Message from Allen Richard (65):
Don Lamouroux–Remember our riding our Honda 350′s together back in the day? Damn I wish I had never sold that little bike. The kid that bought it didn’t have enough brains to replace the clutch cable and used the electric starter to start it in gear. I think he had it for maybe 3 weeks before it was trash. Sad end to a sweet little machine. It had less than 8,000 miles when I sold it. What happened to yours?
Message from Bill Hosmer: Bill, we all remember you and the famous Thunderbirds doing a show over Dunseith in the 60′s. When I get a chance, I’ll dig out some neat comments from some of the class of 65 folks about those performances and forward them to the Dunseith Alumni. Gary
Gary. The flurry of memories enfolding the sadness of our loss of
Vance Bailey is an extremely soothing and stimulating read. With
comments from my brother Bob Hosmer, and my beautiful cousin Colette
Hosmer adding to the lore, I am tempted to add my two bits worth.
I spoke to Wayne Bailey, Vances brother. He is one of the dozen of
us who meet at the Dunseith golf course every Tuesday when it isn’t
covered with snow. Wayne indicated that there will be a private
family celebration of Vance’s life on the 29th of December. Wayne
is going to manage another memorial service at the Dunseith cemetery
around the time of Memorial Day next year. There is a family plot
where their Mother, Dad, and baby sister are buried. I will
certainly be in attendance there.
The memories of Dunseith are still vivid at my advanced age of 77.
I didn’t graduate from Dunseith HS, but my days spent there won a few
diplomas of “Life in a Great Place”. Vance’s description of the swimming
places, the stock yard hooliganism and falling off the cliff at the gravel
pit when “shot while playing cowboys and Indians” in my case were
acurate. Mac Macue (spelling) used to have a bag of candy mints in his
pocket and Gene Fassett and I used to check out the Dakota Hotel for a
handout on our way south on main street where Emil Hack would be sitting
on the sidewalk curb, where we could stop at the Wilson barber shop right
next to the drug store where we would read comic books until Mrs Shelver
couldn”t stand it any more and tell us to leave NOW. So we could
continue south to the barbershop and watch hair cuts that Jess was giving
while Ludie, his oldest son shined shoes. Clarence Hagen used to work at
the stone garage owned by the Lake brothers, used to stand leaning against
the east side waiting for cars to get gas. Later he was at Anzio in the
Sicily/Italian campaign of WWII. We’d head by the Lamoureux garage and
see what was going on in the maintenance area where Charlie, Leo, Ovilla,
and Albert might be fixing a truck or car. Across the street, Uncle Ray
Wilson was the judge. He and Ovilla played chess by the hour, and Uncle
Ray would let us puff on his pipe probably in hopes we’d throw up. Think
about that nowadays. KC Sine would usually be good for a coke or a banana
or maybe both. Mom never understood why I usually did not have an
appetite.Willow Creek always had fascination for me. In the spring we would
catch tadpoles and minnows to save in a jar. Once we caught a
couple of garter snakes and brought them to my house just south of
the Commercial Hotel while the Grassmans still managed it. We were
feeding them some small frogs we caught at the creek, and the woman
who was taking care of me. Don, and Bob while the folks were gone,
came out to see this beautiful sight and said to get those critters
out of the yard. Later, she was taking a nap in the house and I
took a mounted rattle snake which one of my uncles gave dad. It was
in a coiled posture. I put it beside her on the bed and then went
to the kitchen and made a little noise so she would wake up. Sure
as heck she woke, screamed like a siren, and came after me with a
vengance. Sure didn’t do much more with snakes after that 

The old skating rink and warming house was a favorite meeting place
whether you were skating or not. There was a pot bellied stove that
heated it up grand. As a matter of fact, my brother Don and I stopped in
there after a Sunday afternoon movie at the Althea Theater, right next to
Floyd Nelson’s barber shop. He didn’t allow kids to watch hair cuts.
Anyway Don and I stopped and Vance and Wayne were there in the warming
hut and we discussed lifes strifes.

Sunday School at the Stone Church was a must and at Christmas time
(Which is as I write this) we all were at some time in a play or
pageant. One time Dee Nelson (son of Floyd), Spencer Teal (son of
Bill and Irene who lived at the depot) and I (son of Jack and Inez
Hosmer) were THE THREE WISEMEN. I was the bearer of Myrh and still
remember the words I had to maneuver through the cotton beard we all
wore which would slip quite a bit while singing in the bathrobes which
were supposed to look like Arab garments.

The Johnson family, Mr and Mrs JJ, Bud, Bob, Warren, Roger, Chuck,
Walter, and Shirley were a family I knew well. Chuck and I were same
age, and the other guys were around and vocal so we learned alot of
good man-talk words. There Mother Carie was a beautiful and talented
citizen who lived a long life. Bob, Walter and Roger were at the
125th Celebration.

Another family I grew to know was the Ole Evans family at the mill.
Grandpa Gottbreht was still alive and Joe Evans and I ran over a
stack of newly sacked flour which was milled there. It was a mistake
because we had muddy boots on and left black tracks on those beautiful
white mounds. He shook his fist told me to get home, and he knew who
I was. Wow, I thought I’d be put in solitary, but no one ever
mentioned it again except me and Joe. We used to get in a buggy
powered by a horse called Mike and go out west across the creek to the
pastures west and north of the homestead to bring the cattle in for
milking. Then all the men including Uncle Frank, Ole, Myron, Joe, and
Rod would milk the herd. Celia Evans would operate the separator in
the milk house, by hand crank, and then it would be bottled and
delivered by Myron. The cream at the top of the bottle was divine on
breakfastfood, and the milk was delicious.

I’ll leave it here for now, and will do so with my warmest and most
serious hope for all your years to come, including the next one, to be
fulfilling, at peace, and in a grip of happiness and satisfaction. My
email in Arizona is hozndaz@theriver.com. Thank you all for being
who you are and for being from where we all were at one time or
another, DUNSEITH FOREVER. Bill Hosmer

Bill Hosmer’s follow up message:
Gary. The bundle of great mail you initiated is most interesting
and poignant with our loss of a terrific historically oriented
Dunseith citizen named Vance Bailey. A distant cousin of mine, and
a long time friend.Your latest which I read today was terrific. I tried to add a few
memories and hoped that it would go to all the folks you had
addressed yours to, but it bounced at the “undisclosed recipient”.
Hopefully it did get through to you. If it did and you don’t
object, perhaps it could be forwarded to your original addressing.
If you did or did not receive my input, could you give me a short
reply letting me know? I noticed in something you sent out that
there was a way to get to all the people with one shot, but now I
cannot locate it. My computer knowledge is in the dark ages zone.
If you did not get it, I can try again because I have the complete
(and valuable)listing of all known computer addresses, thanks to
forwarding by Bob Leonard. 

You have opened a beehive of good reading, and I appreciate what you
have gifted us with.

Merry Christmas Today, here in AZ. Happy New Year as well. Bill

Message from Allen Richard: 

Merry Christmas everyone–Gary–maybe you should look at a way to make all the e-mail available to everyone on an annual basis some how. Like in a massive e mail or in print in a way we could all subscribe to.
Allen, The easy way of doing this would be to set up a WEB site for all of these messages that folks could access for review. We could also post the many pictures that everyone has provided too, into this WEB site. I still want to send this stuff out to the Dunseith list though. It’s more meaningful when folks get these messages together at the same time and can make their comments. Then they could be placed into the WEB site. Folks often times don’t review WEB sites on a regular bases. It would be nice for folks to be able to access things like the class lists too. If I keep at this long enough, I’ll have them all. I have never looked into a WEB site and I’ll have to admit, I don’t have any idea what is involved in setting one up and maintaining it. Over this last year we have sure generated a wealth of information that could be placed into a WEB site.
Are there any suggestions from any of you out there? Is anyone interested in setting up a WEB site and maintaining it?
Our list is growing to a point that I have to send out multiple sendings with each message. Most email providers limit their number to 100 for each message so as not to overload their server. That is not a real problem yet, but it would be nice to be able to throttle these messages to the recipients with so many being sent every few seconds enabling one sending to the whole list. Do any of you know of any email providers that provide this service or know of any way this could be done. I know this is how major corporations send their email. Most email providers set daily limits too. So far I’ve been able to get around that by using several providers. It would be nice to have a provider that did not set limits though.
Any suggestions that any of you have would be greatly appreciated.
PS – As I was putting this message together, I received Cheryl Haagenson’s message that is included with this sending. She mentioned going on the Alaskan Cruise in July of 2009. Folks, this will be a great time for all of us Dunseith folks to get together and enjoy each others company for a whole week. We’ve got Sandra Trevers from the class of 60 that will be making all of the arrangements. She’s been in this business a long time and knows well how to arrange our travel and group activities. The 2009 cruise line schedules will not be posted until the April/May time frame, but we can be making plans. This is being planned for late July 2009 departing from Seattle. We chose late July to maybe accommodate some the farmers that may be interested in going. A summer cruise also accommodates the many Dunseith Alumni folks that are teachers or work for the schools. We will be sending out detailed info when the schedules are out and we have a cruise in place.

11/26/2013 (1899)

Slow Day blog postings
Suggestion From Larry Hackman (66):  Bismarck, ND
Gary, Bill & Dick
How are you all?
I hope this finds you and your families well.
I was just thinking that if it would be possible without to much difficulty and of course if you have time
that you or Dick or Bill through some type of agreement  could maybe start republishing the blog stories,
One at a time from the beginning, or only when there are no submittals for the day.  It could have a special title like (Back to the Beginning No. 1 )and so on.
I myself and I know there must be others that have missed several blogs over the years, and also, there are also a lot new people enjoying the blog..
I know that we can go to the Dunseith blog and start reading and I have done that at times, but its not the same.
I have always enjoyed being able to sit and read your blog in the morning, and I’m usually a little disappointed when its not there to read.
You have us spoiled.
What do you think?
Good suggestion Larry.
I have pasted below the very first blog posting in my records. That was December 21, 2007. You realize that was nearly 6 years ago.
With the first postings we had about 100 on our distribution. Today we have about 750, so many folks have not seen these.
Thanks for the suggestion Larry,
PS – In doing this we don’t want to loose sight of new postings either.
Relief Operations in the Philippines
Posted by Ken Striker:  Dayton OH.
This article in AF Magazine 25 Nov 2013
Making a Difference in the Philippines
Pacific Air Forces assets continue to support relief operations in the Philippines after Typhoon Haiyan, but they will soon be winding down their activities, said PACAF Commander Gen. Hawk Carlisle at AFA’s Pacific Air & Space Symposium in Los Angeles on Nov. 21. After the storm’s Nov. 8 landfall on the island nation, US Pacific Command activated its humanitarian-assistance plan, which is built around forward-based marines and Navy assets on Okinawa, Japan, said Carlisle. PACAF prepared its 36th Contingency Response Group at Andersen AFB, Guam, which includes communications assets, runway repair capabilities, and RED HORSE engineers. “The biggest challenge is working through request processes,” he said, as PACOM was following direction from the State Department and US Agency for International Development. PACAF officials helped the Philippine armed forces with air-tasking manifests, as well as airlift operations. Special operations U-28 aircraft were called in, C-130s returning from an exercise in Bangladesh were diverted to Clark Field near Manila, and other assets flowed in once PACAF received requests from USAID. Carlisle anticipated that the two C-17s supporting the relief operations would return to their home station soon, as Philippine forces are taking over most of the follow-on operations. (

—Marc V. Schanz

Ken Striker of Dayton Ohio
Relief Operations in the Philippines
Posted by Trish Larson Claybourgh (’73):  Portola Valley, CA
Note: Trish is an  ER/Trauma Nurse at Stanford University


Stanford Emergency Medicine Program for Emergency Response

SEMPER Arrives in Cebu

by semper2010

After a total of 16 hours in the air SEMPER arrived in Cebu City, Philippines.   We have been warmly greeting starting at SFO with incredible support from Korean Air helping to get all of our extra equipment on the plane.  Each team member is traveling with an average of 160 lbs of equipment.  We were escorted as a team through custom’s & immigrations at Cebu International Airport then greeted by a representative from the International Medical Corp (IMC).  It’s currently 1:00 AM in the Philippines the team is getting settled into a hotel tonight hosted by IMC.  The current plan is to be transported by military aircraft to Tacloban on Monday morning.

Joselinda Landon RN, shared with the team her thoughts about responding to a disaster in her home country and how anxious and nervous she was when we landed in Cebu.  Not knowing what the city was going to look like after the storm she was relieved to see clear signs of recovery taking place.  Tomorrow during our down time Joselinda will have a chance to reconnect with her family before our departure to Tacloban.

Very first blog message


Kenny Nerpel’s reply to Colette Hosmer feeding her dog in her underware:
Wow some guys had all the luck! Us country boys never saw anything like
that. Just udders right Gary?
Gary Stokes’ Reply to Kenny:
Yes, we saw lots of Udders both before an after school. I do not miss those cow milking days one bit. Dad would roll us out of bed every morning to milk the cows and do the chores before catching the bus to Dunseith. Even to this day I still have added strength with a hand squeeze that I developed from milking all those cows.
Glenda Anderson Bergan’s message:
HI Gary
Just wanted to thank you, for all the Dunseith memories, keep them coming. and also wanted to wish you and yours a Merry Christmas, and a joyous New Year.
Glenda Anderson Bergan (60)
Colette Hosmers’s reply to Vance Bailey:
That’s an amazing bit of information about the Hosmers and Baileys
intermingling in England. You’re right……the odds against both
winding up in Dunseith 200+ years later must be astronomical.Cousin Don must have been a first-rate rock thrower. Good thing kids
didn’t carry guns back then.
Colette (64) 

Paulette La Croix’s added comment:
I forgot to add that I ashamedly joined the legions of kids who called poor Sy at his pool hall and asked him to let “Prince Albert” out of the can. Paulette La Croix (68)
Deb Morinville’s comments:
I, too remember Sy Kadry! We weren’t allowed to go into the pool hall
especially the “back room”!! Dad’s store was next door and we sure got to
see some drama. I remember one time Sy was chasing some boys out and he
stood there in his black hat and white apron shaking his fist and, I think
cursing in Arabic! Do you also remember Charlie Anderson? How about Billy
Lawrence the blacksmith? I used to go there with Dad and I remember the
smell of grease and smoke. Dad’s old store was across the street from KC
Sine’s store and they had such a wonderful rivalry. He would tell us kids
that Joe Morinville was no good. He had no hair. We’d tell Dad and he would
laugh that big wonderful laugh! Do you also remember the “Snake Pit” ? I
remember having to go through it sometimes to get to the old bowling alley
and the Hackman boys were the pin boys. I also remember Sister Rose’s store.
My Mom called it ” Little Minot” To this day I when I smell mothballs I
think of Sister Rose! What a memory
Isn’t this fun? Thank you,Gary for all that you are doing !!
Deb Morinville Marmon ’70.

11/25/2012 (1898)

No blog the past two days.
For the record I did not get a blog posted the past two days. I was squeezed for time, plus I didn’t really have anything to post.
Neola’s Caramels: Message she posted to all of her friends.
Neola Kofoid Garbe:  Bottineau & Minot, ND
I don’t know if you are interested, but here is this year’s caramel information. :)
Happy Thanksgiving!
Cebu City, Philippines
Another day out at the SM mall yesterday with Novie and Mirasol.
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Hycinthe Richard family chart
With all the Richard’s on our distribution, I thought it was time for a re-run of this chart I put together a few years ago. It only goes to the 4th generation. Just imagine how huge this would be if it was inclusive of the latest generation which I think would be 8th or 9th.
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11/22/2013 (1897)

Happy Birthday Lindy (Arlinda) Fauske Van Eynde (’69): Aurora, IL.
    Fauske, Arlinda 1897
Tom and Theresa Sivertson Delikat
Request form Bob Hosmer (’56):  Lynnwood, WA

Could you include Tom and Theresa (Sivertson) Delikat on this mailing?  They indicated to me they would like to receive the Dunseith Alumni blog.  Theresa is the daughter to Lars and Ruby Sivertson.  Here’s their email:  Tom and Theresa Delikat (phn98@yahoo.com)

Thanks so much, Bob

It is my pleasure to add Tom and Theresa to our mailing list. I am very sure that Theresa knew of dad from all the years that he picked up their cream on his cream route for the Bottineau Creamery. Lars and Ruby always had a cup of coffee ready for my dad too.
Theresa’s mother Ruby, was a sister to Irene Stickland. Lee and his brothers are her cousins.
Lee, I know that you read all of these daily blogs too.  
Theresa is also a cousin to Olney Kofoid’s wife Lorna. Lorna’s mother was an Adams, sister to Ruby and Irene. Olney’s dad, Frank, and my dad were first cousins.
Bob, I know that you spent a lot of time at Lars and Ruby’s in your growing up days too. They lived a few miles east of Lake Metigoshe near Oscar and Sylvia Bergan’s.
Request for Gary Fulsebakke’s email address. 
From Lynn Halvorson Otto (’75):  Boonton, NJ
Hi Gary, do you have an email for Gary Fulsebakke?  I spoke with him at length at the fall church supper at Peace Lutheran and he was telling me he teaches music at the Devils Lake Jr. College.  His choral group is trying to raise enough money to perform at Carnegie Hall in February 2014.  I wanted to check with him how that was going and I plan to go to the concert if they get there.
I’m glad to see that Bernadette is feeling better.  Happy Thanksgiving and look forward to hearing from you.
Lynn Halvorson Otto
I know that others may want to be getting in touch with Gary too, so I have pasted his email address above.

11/21/2013 (1896)

I had a few computer problems that I had to fix this evening, so I’m a little behind time. I will post what I have and then call it a day.
Folks, please tag me on any FB pictures that you would like for me to post. Unless I am tagged I don’t always see all that is posted.
Condolence to Florence Christianson Williams Struck
From Erling Landsverk (’44):  King, WS
Hi Gary and everyone:
I was saddened to learn of Florence Strucks passing. She and my sister Borghild Landsverk were close friends in elementary school at Loon Lake school and remained in contact with each other  untill my sister Borghild Landsverk Passed   in 2011. She was a very attractive girl as was her sister Bernice who was my 8th grade teacher. I believe all of the Christianson girls became teachers, and I knew them all  as well as Clarence. The christianson family was a great family and a credit to our little community in the Turtle mountains. I will always remember Florence and her family as a time filled with happy memories.  The terrible typhoon    that wreacked such havoc in the Phillipines filled me with sadness, since Tacloban and Cebu City and Manila are all familiar to me. I served all of my over seas duty in the Phillipines, and also expeerienced a  couple of typhoons. However they did not compare to this last storm that cost so many lives and destruction. I knew the Phillipine people to be  strong resilient and determined as I witnessed their determination to recover after the war and the horrible occupation by the cruel Japanese forces.  I know the Lord is there to help those great people and they will come through this as well.  Erling Landsverk
Reply JFK
From Marlys Hiatt (’71):  Dunseith, ND

I also think of where I was the day I learned President Kennedy had been
shot.  I was in the 5th grade at the Dunseith Elementary School.  We were
just coming into Mrs. Flynn’s room from recess and Mrs. Flynn told us the
President was dead.  I remember being shocked and stopping in my tracks.
I can still picture Mrs Flynn and where I was in reference to her.  It
must have been a wet day outside because the only other thing I remember
is how muddy the floor was.

I am amazed at how young I was and yet the number of things I remember
about the election in 1960, the presidency, and the assassination.  There
must have been something wrong with me way back then.  Good Grief

I really liked those pictures from the mall.  Everyone looked so happy.
Now the bowling buddies are a little more serious.




You have a nice way with words. That bowling alley picture was kind a mug shot. Although Art and Larry looked a lot better than me. Next time Art and I are together, we will get a better one for posting.



Another picture that Novie and Mirasol took of Bernadette in the Cebu Ayala Mall. They had a fun day.
Stokes 1896

11/20/2013 (1895)

No Blog yesterday
For the record I did not get a blog posted yesterday.
Memory of JFK’s Assassination
From Bob Lykins (Teacher):  Hutto, TX
This past weekend’s news was filled with a number of items to include the F1 race in Austin and the PI typhoon.  There have been a number of columns dealing with the Kennedy assassination.  One dealt with never forgetting where you were and what you were doing.  Like most people who were old enough, I remember that day very well.  I was in my second year of teaching business subjects at Dunseith HS.  Don Corbin was the first one to tell me the President had been shot and taken to the hospital.  He had a radio in his office/storage room  in the science area so we did have a chance to listen in on some of the reports being broadcast.  I had classes so I returned to the typing room.  The room was actually a partitioned section along the west wall of the gym.  The school was undergoing construction of additional rooms as well as renovations on some areas.  Sometime, in the early afternoon, an old construction worker, with tears in his eyes, came by my classroom door and told me, “The President is gone.”    I immediately turned to the typing class that was in session and told them of President Kennedy’s passing.  There were some tears and even some laughter.  Maybe the student thought it was some kind of joke or too nervous to know how to react.  It has now been 50 years since that day and I think back about President Kennedy’s legacy and what might have been.  I do know he affected me deeply and his memory still does to this day.  Kennedy was the first president I was eligible to vote for.  He reflected the hopes and dreams of my generation.  From his inaugural address I took the statement, “Ask not what your country can do for you.  Ask what you can do for your country.” and printed it in one of the Dunseith High basketball programs.  I will leave it to historians to debate the effects of his presidency.  I do know that a great part of his legacy rests with our generation as many did answer the call to serve our nation in the Peace Corps, Vietnam War, the Civil Rights Movement, the War on Poverty and countless other social and civil actions which had their seeds planted during that time.  Personally, I like to think the Kennedy era had some influence on my decision to leave the comfort of my status quo and sign up with the Defense Department to journey overseas into the unknown and serve my country and the military through DoDDS.  Ken Burns, the great American Historian probably said it best.  He stated that with the death of Kennedy we moved from Camelot to Brigadoon.  I wonder.
I was in your typing class. I remember that day and that time really well. You were very emotional when you announced to our class the news of John F. Kennedy’s assassination. Your tears were flowing. We were in that make shift class room in the gym. It was a long skinny room with two long rows of desks with typewriters. Facing the back, I sat on the left side near the back.
Posted by Neola Kofoid Garbe:  Bottineau & Minot, ND

Dale Millang
(June 14, 1942 – November 9, 2013)
Millang, Dale 1895
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Dale Millang, age 71 of Dunseith, died Saturday, November 9, 2013 at a Minot hospital. Funeral services will be held on Saturday, November 16, 2013 at 10:00 A.M. in Peace Lutheran Church in Dunseith. Visitation will be Friday, November 15, 2013 beginning at 10:00 A.M. until 9:00 P.M. in the Nero Funeral Home in Bottineau. Cremation will take place after the service.

Dale Millang, a son of Carl and Jessie (House) Millang, was born on June 14, 1942 at Bottineau. He was reared North of Dunseith and graduated from Dunseith High school in 1961. Dale worked as an electrician until he entered the US Army on May 11, 1967 and was honorably discharged on April 22, 1969. After his discharge he returned to the Dunseith area and began working for Erling Berg as an electrician. On April 24, 1971 he was married to Mary Anderson at Dunseith. In 1979 he began working at the Dunseith Nursing Home in the maintenance department. Dale was in charge of all the maintenance until he retired in 2006. He had continued to make Dunseith his home.

He enjoyed fishing, hunting, playing Yahtzee and especially spending time with his grandchildren. His favorite pastime was mowing his lawn.

He is survived by his wife, Mary of Dunseith; son Odell Millang and his wife Julie of Oak Harbor, WA; daughters, Janelle and her husband Bradley Defender, and Deanna Millang both of Dunseith; grandchildren, Jenna Defender, Corissa Defender, Chelsie Defender, Garrin Millang, Tyrall Defender, Bradley Defender Jr., Karina Defender and Braydin Defender; a great grandchild, Ryzen Gunville; sisters, Lorraine (Willard) Olson, Lola (Guy) Knox both of Bottineau and Linda Bostic of Buffalo, MN; sisters-in-law, Laurene Millang of Bottineau and Suzie (Edna) Millang of Dunseith.


Posted by Neola Kofoid Garbe: Bottineau & Minot, ND
Florence Struck
(Born July 7, 1921 – Died October 31, 2013)
Christianson Struck, Florence 1895
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Florence Struck

Florence Struck, age 92 of Boulder, MT formerly of Bottineau, passed away on October 31, 2013 at a Missoula, Montana hospital. Her memorial service will be held on Saturday, November, 30, 2013 at Metigoshe Lutheran Church at 10:00 A.M. Burial will be held in Vinje Lutheran Cemetery of rural Bottineau.

Florence Christianson was born the daughter of Casper and Ella (Berg) Christianson on July 7, 1921 in Bottineau, North Dakota. She graduated from Bottineau High School and attended Minot College where she received a degree in teaching. She taught for four years in country schools. On July 9, 1944, Florence married Vernon Williams in Bottineau. They resided in Neche, N.D. Their marriage later ended in 1970, at which time Florence moved to Dunseith and taught first grade. In 1976, Florence worked as a nurses aide at San Haven. In 1984 she married Lawrence Struck in Great Falls, Montana. Lawrence passed away in 2002, at which time Florence moved to Bottineau.

She was a member of the Peace Lutheran Church in Dunseith. She was a long-time member of the Retired Teachers Association and the American Legion Auxiliary. Florence enjoyed spending time with family. She spent many hours baking and working on projects that will forever be keepsakes for her children, grandchildren and great-grandchildren. She will be greatly missed.

Florence is survived by her six daughters, Patty (Earl) Dick of Altona, Manitoba, Zona (Russell) Kihne of Cavalier, ND, Karen (Clayton) Romfo of Casper, WY, Lori (Ray) Lagerquist of Boulder, MT, Lisa Mastvelton of Bottineau, and Lois (Paul) Soland of Bottineau; three sons, Ron (Shirley) Williams of Casper, WY, Rick (Linda) Williams of Cavalier, ND, and Mark (Vicki) Williams of Casper, WY; 21 grandchildren; 26 great-grandchildren; one sister, Bernice (Harold) Carlson of Grand Forks, ND; and several nieces and nephews.

She was preceded in death by her husband, Lawrence Struck; sisters, Emma (Albert) Halvorson, Alma (Clifford) Halvorson, Helen (Clarence) Bye, and 8 year old, Ella Mae Christianson; brother, Clarence (Alvina) Christianson, and infant brothers, Harlen and Henry Christianson.

Arrangements are with Nero Funeral Home in Bottineau.

Friends may register online at www.nerofuneralhome.net

Posted by Neola Kofoid Garbe:  Bottineau & Minot, ND
Dunseith news
Stokes 1895-1
Cebu Ayala Mall
Novie and Mirasol were having fun taking pictures with Bernadette’s phone and uploading them into my FB account from her phone.
                                 Bernadette and Gary Stokes
Stokes 1895-2
Note: Mirasol carries Bernadette’s purse, Novie her water bottle and together they give her support while shopping. After several hours, Bernadette will call me letting me know they are ready to go. During this time I get my exercise walking the mall and drinking coffee with a donut at Dunkin Donuts. Five minutes is about my limit following them around the department stores. Gary  
Stokes 1895-3

11/18/2013 (1894)

Reply from Sandy Lopez (’64):  Rockford, IL.
Thank you for continuing this blog…..I never imagined that a Dunseith, ND based group would have such an impact on the world.
Please let everyone know that, at least in the Diocese of Rockford, IL. There was a second collection this week-end for a Philippines relief effort.
God Bless you and everyone pulling together to do what is needed.
Sent from my iPad
Sandy Lopez
Hello Sandy,
It is so wonderful hearing form you. How well those of us from the Dunseith school days of the 60’s remember all of you folks, from Cuba, living at San Haven. You were such an inspiration to all of us.
We so hope life is going well for your. I am assuming you may be retired by now too?
Memories of Bob Hosmer & Condolences
From Jay (’66) and Lola Metcalfe (’68) Vanorny:  Dunseith, ND
Dear Bob Hosmer-!!- WE are  So sorry to hear of the passing of your wife but she is in paradise now as you know!!-  as are my loved ones that have met our LOrd in heaven!!_   Hard for us here but paradise for them!!!_  

–  I was just very very young cause my sisters were also very young when you taught our vacation BIble School at LIttle Prairie Church up on highway  43–  –but you had such an impact on us-!! for the rest of our lives and those of our children!!!-  with all your youth orientated songs like– ” I have the Love of Jesus down in my heart”  for one–  !!–  fun songs that were foreign to us  not the old stoic norwegian “regulars”–  also I think you introduced Margaret to the” Danny Orlis “books–  that he wrote from the area of Warroad Minnesota–  — I think we had every book in that series – and all us younger girls read them when margaret was finished-  what i am trying to say is——- that you made learning about our precious Lord and Loving god– fun and so exciting and i thank you very much for that!!!-  My daughter tells me i used to sing those songs when i was working around the house– and i don’t even remember doing it!!!-  LOL!!!  You really made an impact on a lot of “country kids”– and that is awesome as we passed them down to our kids- and it spread out– !!-
Our Dad took us on a road trip in the mid  60’s to Lake of the Woods and we saw where Danny Orlis wrote from and then one time Margaret actually met him- !!  I am quite sure she told me!!!-  awesome- !!!

I pray for Peace and comfort in the loss of your wife – who i never had the pleasure of meeting!!–  –You have our sincere sympathy–  in your personal loss  of a loving wife!_  Jay and LOla Vanorny
Belated happy birthday wishes to Jackie Pritchard
From Keith Pladson (’66):  Roanoke Rapids, NC
Who was that beautiful couple in the photo you posted under your Birthday wishes to Jackie Pritchard?  Ha, ha.  Great photo of Dale and Jackie.  Sorry about the lateness of this Happy Birthday wish to Jackie, but I got a virus from an email attachment and had to take my computer in to have it cleaned up.  The guy who worked on it for me said it was a real bad virus – one of those worms that can do lots of bad things.  All is good now though.  Again, Happy Birthday to you cousin.
Keith Pladson (66)
Salem Church Hidden Cemetery: Bottineau Courant article
Posted by Neola Kofoid Garbe:  Bottineau & Minot, ND
Note: I believe this Cemetery is located near the Johnny Olson Farm?  Gary
During the fall of the year, there are always a small number of individuals searching for the Hidden Cemetery of Turtle Mountains. This cemetery is difficult to find and holds a number of mysteries.

The Hidden Cemetery is actually the original church site and cemetery of Salem Lutheran Church, which is today located along the Scenic Bypass (Hwy 43) near the Bottineau and Rolette County line.

It is called the Hidden Cemetery because of its location and the heavy overgrowth of Turtle Mountains in the summertime when people are out exploring in the hills. When fall comes along, and the trees and plant life lose their leaves, local folks have been known to take to the hills in search of the old Salem Church site in hopes of getting a glimpse of the cemetery. However, even with plant life returning to the soil, the cemetery is difficult to find.

For those who knows its whereabouts, it can be found, but at times even they get lost in their journey to the church’s location.
The congregation of Salem Lutheran Church originated in 1901 by a group of Norwegian immigrants who had homesteaded in that part of the Turtle Mountains. The church, which now stands on Hwy. 43, was constructed in 1914, but was moved down to its present site in 1939 when the highway was established, granting individuals easier access to the church.

Today, for those who have discovered the old site, or were taken there by someone familiar with the location, it is a site they will never forget.

As individuals walk through the Hidden Cemetery they will encounter numerous open graves. In 1939, some of the congregational members decided to move their loved ones down to the new site and place them in the new cemetery. Once the caskets were removed, the holes were filled in with dirt again, but the dirt sank back into the ground, leaving an indentation at the grave sites, giving it the appearance of open graves.

For those parish members who decided to leave their family members in peace at the former site, today those grave sites have been fenced in by loved ones, with name plates to identify who remains.

Within the graveyard, there is only one tombstone, which is fenced in and holds an interesting item that is attached to the fence, a birdcage. No one seems to understand the meaning of the birdcage, which gives it a level of intrigue and mystery to those who visit the cemetery.

Next to the cemetery is the church’s foundation. Individuals can see the rocks that formed the church’s foundation, along with the foundation stones inside the foundation which are perfectly square and covered on top with deep green moss.

For the old Salem Lutheran Church, and its “hidden cemetery”, there really is no one keeping the site a secret, it is open to the public for respectful visits. But, for those who want to find the site, it is always an interesting endeavor in finding its location and then walking through the sacred site.

Salem Church hidden Cemetery

Posting from Larry Hackman (’66): lmhackman@bis.midco.net Bismarck, ND


I have to let you all know that the HAZEN ND HIGH SCHOOL “BISON” CLASS A FOOTBALL TEAM are STATE CHAMPIONS again this year.

My Grandson Nathan (Nate) Leintz, a Captain on the team and a senior, along with his team mates played a awesome game at the Dakota Bowl in Fargo, ND last Friday.

It was an awesome game to watch and a great win for them.  The win capped off a 12 win and a 0 loss season, and a 20 game winning streak for the Bison team.

Proud Grandpa,


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Posted by Neola Kofoid Garbe:  Bottineau & Minot, ND

11/17/2013 (1893)

No Blog yesterday.
For the record, with an internet signal loss, I was unable to post a blog yesterday.
Happy Birthday Arlene (Jerry ’73) LaCroix: Bottineau, ND
                      LaCroix, Arlene 1893
Dunseith Alumni Website: http://dunseith.net/
For general info I post each of these daily blogs on our Website http://dunseith.net/ 
I always just type “dunseith.net” on the browser address line and hit enter.
Also, the search feature in our website works very nicely too. Just type in the name or phrase (With quotation marks) you are looking for and hit the search button. It will bring up all the postings that have that word or phrase.
Katrine (Bob) Hosmer passed away.
Message from Bob Hosmer (’56):  Lynnwood, WA
Dear Gary,

On Thursday November 14, 2013 my wife of nearly 51 years, Katrine, after a
series of setbacks over the past year, passed away quietly surrounded by her
loved ones.  There has been a tribute page set up in her memory at the link
provided below.


Thank you for this blog,

I am so sorry to here of Katine’s passing. This picture popped up on my FB screen the other day, but I did not read the entire details, so I didn’t realize she had passed.
Our condolence are with you with her passing. She was such a nice friendly lady too. In fact that statement applies to both of you. I remember so well, Bernadette running into to you guys in Bottineau when I wasn’t along and coming back telling me she had met the most wonderful couple from Lynnwood. She said their name is Hosmer and he is a Lutheran pastor.
Our prayers are with you.
 Hosmer, Bob 1893-1
Hosmer, Bob 1893-2

Anne Katrine Hosmer

March 24, 1933 – November 14, 2013

In Loving Memory


Anne Katrine (Wathne) Hosmer passed into the arms of Jesus 11/14/2013. Memorial service to be held at Trinity Lutheran Church, 6215 196th St SW, Lynnwood, WA on 11/23/2013 at 1:00pm.

Hosmer Store Memories
Reply from Kay Hosmer (’77): Crown Point, Ind.
From Kay Hosmer (‘77) reply to Dick:  Thank you for sharing your memories of the Hosmer store.  I hope to hear stories from other people as well.  I didn’t know that my dad was a fast shoe-lacer!  –  I will always remember my grandparents wearing their red jackets from the Hosmer store.  –  Also, I remember being told that Grandma Inie “required” all her employees to read Norman Vincent Peale’s “Power of Positive Thinking” in attempts to promote positive customer relations/interactions.
Typhoon Relief project of our good Friend Leo Tacke.
This is a reply I got from Leo in responce to a donation sent to me for his project.
I posted his project and goals in yesterday’s blog.
He has a good thing going with this releif project too.
For those wishing to contribute to his project you can make contributions via
1. Checks made out to “Leo Tacke” mailed to my FPO address listed below.
    Regular US postage is all that is required for mailing.
    It takes 10 to 14 days for letters to arrive.
2. Paypal to Leo via his email address  dutch_leo@hotmail.com
My FPO address
Gary Stokes
PSC 517 Box RS/CC
FPO AP 96517-1000
Leo’s reply
Dear Gary,
this is great news and very generous of your friend.
We are trying to organize a next shipment of food & water on Wed. Nov 20 and also the first building materials.
Many families are still without shelter and it does not take so much effort to make a difference there.
The plan is to purchase roof deck corrugated sheets, umbrella and ordinary nails, 2×2 coco lumber and amakan woven sheets to cover the sites of the houses.
I have 67 coconut trees uprooted in Kiniwahan near Luyang. I will donate these to the Luyang rebuild, but the issue I am facing is that they need to be cut in 8 or 10ft x 2×2.
Each tree will give us about 9 pieces (8 ft x 2×2) which adds up to 600 pieces. Very nice to start the rebuild.
We asked some quotations and they are giving me a price of 15 pesos per feet, which for a 30 ft tree is Php 450. Total approx. 30,000 pesos.
I asked the help of the Barangay Captain to do the cutting….but reactions are sloooooow, OMG.
Also Mariano Martinez, the mayor of San Remigio, offered (7 days ago) to deliver ASAP 5 pcs of corrugated roof sheets per family with a destroyed house. I am trying to reach him, but he doesn’t pick up his phone, so I need to go there again. One sheet is ~Php250, so that would really help also. It is important to know this before I buy sheets from our funds.
Simon Timmins has offered me a truck this week to transport materials.
Gary, I will do the purchases in pesos, so if you can exchange into Php, I would be grateful.
Thank you again and best regards to you and Bernadette.
Stokes-11 Stokes12

11/15/2013 (1892)

Happy Birthday Peggy Sime Espe (DHS ’60): Dunseith, ND
          Espe, Peggy Dennis 1892
Happy Birthday Jackie Pritchard: Leesville, LA.
        Pritchard, Dale 1892
US Navy Ships in the Philippines
Message from Vickie Metcalfe (’70):  Bottineau, ND
One of the elementary students told me today, his brother is in the US navy.
The ship his brother is on is in the Philippines to assist.
God Bless the  guys in the USA navy 
 and ally in need,  the  People of the Philippines.
Hosmer Store Memories
From Dick Johnson (’68):  Dunseith, ND
Gary and Friends,

There are a few memories I have of my many visits to Hosmer’s
over the years.  Both Jack and Inie were always there and willing to
cheerfully help with any request any customer had no matter what it
was.  I also remember many of the employees they had throughout the
years.  Helen Watkins Nelson was a long time employee as well as Evelyn
Landsverk Pladson and none other than my classmate Paulette LaCroix
Chisholm.  I think Joanne Kester Boucher worked there at one time to.
One thing at Hosmer’s that always fascinated me was how quickly Don
Hosmer could lace a pair of shoes.  He had a lot of practice as he was
the one who was the main shoe man and sold lots of shoes over the
years.  I remember in the early years (for me that was in the ’50s) they
had a huge ornate brass cash register that looked like it weighed a
ton.  The check out counter was close to the center of the store at that
time and was moved to an area near the door in later years.  When this
move happened, they also got a new cash register and retired the one I
liked so well.  Jack had a little office on a very small upstairs area
in the back overlooking the store.  In the summer on hot days,  Jack
would go out on the sidewalk and crank down the big canvas awning that
shielded the big front windows from the sun and kept the store cooler.
In later years,  they had a permanent louvered awning that stayed out
year around.  Another thing you never see anymore was that Hosmer’s also
had a screen door on the front that allowed air to travel to keep things

One story that is cute is that a guy who stayed at Egbert’s
Northern Hotel,  just north of our house,  went to a funeral and then
stopped uptown and got loaded.  He was wearing an old suit that was
probably the only suit he had and he stumbled home past our house
singing loudly as he walked.  He decided to cut across our yard and my
dog didn’t like it so he went over and ripped the seat out of the guys
suit pants.  He came to the door and told my dad what the dog did so Dad
took him up to Hosmer’s to buy him another pair of pants.  Dad said Jack
had all he could do not to just bust out laughing as he helped the old
duffer pick out some pants.  They finally found a pair and they were on
their way.

Hosmer’s Dry Goods was a unique piece of Dunseith history and will
always be remembered, by those of us who do remember,  as being our own
big department store where a shopper could find nearly anything that was
needed.  I keep these memories and try not to think about the empty lot
where Hosmer’s once stood.  Time changes things but it can’t erase the
wonderful memories of days gone by. Thanks Gary!


Philippine Typhoon relief help  –  School Memories
From Diane Larson Sjol (’70):  Lake Metigoshe, ND



I urge those who want to help the people of the Philippines affected by the typhoon to contact the Red Cross.  That will be my next step.  It is such a tragedy and so heartbreaking to read the daily account in the newspaper.  We feel so helpless especially when we see the devastation and know that there are thousands of people without food or water wondering where their loved ones are.  I can’t imagine.  Our prayers go out to them.”

On a happier note, as I was reading Dick Johnson’s response to Larry’s memories, it brought back a couple of memories to me.  I remember being in Mrs. Conroy’s fourth grade class and playing jacks during recess.  I got pretty good and would challenge anyone.  I think Crystal Fassett beat me.  In fact I remember wanting to win the reading contest so bad and read and read and read until I couldn’t read anymore.  Thought I had it made…nope.  Crystal wiped me out.  I aspired to be like her but never did beat her.  Haha  Also remember one day at recess when it was so cold.  One of the kids said his brother licked a metal pole and his tongue stuck to it.  We found it hard to believe so to prove a point, being the smart 2nd grader that I was, I licked the metal handrail….and guess what?  My tongue stuck.  They had to go and get the teacher who poured a glass of water on my tongue to unstick it…but not before I ripped part of the skin off it.  I know, not the brightest bulb in the pack.  We played dodge ball and as a chubby kid and bigger target, I never did care for that game. J  Kick ball was a favorite.  We had some great times at the big white school house in Dunseith.



Our good Friend, Leo Tacke’s Typhoon relief project.
Leo is a recently retired GM of the Lexmark company here in Cebu. He is utilizing his management skills with this project he has undertaken. Leo and his wife Annalyn have a beach home in the affected area. 
I will be giving Leo all donation moneys that are sent to me.  Gary

Dear Family and Friends,

As you have all read and seen on TV, we have experienced two major disasters in the central part of the Philippines (Visayas) with the Earthquake on October 15 in Bohol/Cebu and Typhoon Yolanda in the Visayas on November 8.

Earthquake relief efforts are still ongoing, but as could be expected a lot of the efforts are now focused on helping the victims of the typhoon.

There are major relief operations ongoing but the area to be covered is so large that we hear often that today people have not yet received any help. There are also some concerns that for whatever reason help is not reaching the people that need it.

This is my neighbor, we call her Lola. Where she sits was her house where she lived with the two grandchildren ( back of the picture).



Lola is sifting through her belongings and drying the clothes that are still usable.

During the tropical storm that followed a few days after the typhoon all her belongings were soaking wet again.

This was left of the house of my worker Gaspar Bulibuli, who helps us in Cebu.


We gave him the materials to build this small house in Luyang vicinity in the last few months. When he returned to his place on Sunday Nov 10, this is what he found back.

He was crying and I assured him that we will help him recover from this.

With my family and some friends, we started on Sunday to support relief in the devastated area of San Remigio. With the mayor, Mariano Martinez, we agreed that I would concentrate our efforts to a small Barangay (village) called Luyang in the North West of the Island of Cebu where we have a small house on the coast.  The village has approx. 570 families and most (about 450) have either lost their homes or have major damage such as the roof blown off.  (our house is OK)

On top of that there is not yet fresh drinking water and no electricity. Food is scares because many small stores were blown away.

Our  goal for the village is twofold:

<!–[if !supportLists]–>1.       <!–[endif]–>Give basic sustainable food supply for at least a few weeks until the men of the families are back to work mostly in the city of Cebu and be able to support their families and buy their own food.

<!–[if !supportLists]–>2.       <!–[endif]–>Make an effort to help rebuild people’s homes. Very simple with mostly coconut wood, corrugated steel roofing and amakan woven bamboo matting for the sides of the house. In the first week or so we will provide some families with tarpaulins to provide shelter.

There will be some relief goods coming from the available calamity budgets, but mostly the needed funds to be able to do this rebuild will have to come from private donations.

For goal #1 we want to provide 2 food packages per family per week (One pack is 2 kgs rice, 2 tins of sardines and 2 packs of noodles) Total cost per pack about Php 120 or US$2.75. For 570 families for three weeks this adds up to approx. 570 families x 2 packages x 3 weeks x Php 120 = Php 410,400.00 which is approx US$ 9,500.00

For goal #2 we want to rebuild about 100 destroyed houses. Very basic, each house will cost ~ Php 10,000 (US$240). We want to repair about 360 houses cost ~Php 4,000 (US$ 95). Total needed to give all people in the village basic shelter ~PhP 2.5M or US$ 56K. We tried to get tarpaulins today but they were sold out. Didn’t want to buy the cheap roles of material.

It would be fantastic if we could make this happen. Can you please ask your family or friends to help the Philippines and specifically Luyang to rebuild and repair.

If you want to help and donate there are a few options:


1.       If you want an official receipt from a recognized organization which in some countries can be used for tax purposes. Please make your donations to

Cebu Kiwanis Foundation, Inc.

167-026801-9. Chinabank, Banilad Branch

Cebu City.


Swift code: CHBKPHMM

Please mention “Relief Northern Cebu Island”.

Please let me know when the amount was deposited and also how much, so we can ask our treasurer to verify transfer and issue an OR.

-[if !supportLists]–>2.       <!–[endif]–>In the Netherlands, if you do not need an official receipt for tax purposes, you can make the donation to:

L.H.A. Tacke



Please mention “Relief Northern Cebu Island”.

<!–[if !supportLists]–>3.       <!–[endif]–>In the Philippines without an official receipt for tax purposes, you can make the donation to:

Leonardus Tacke

Union Bank, Cebu City

Accnt#:  00-026-002530-6


Please mention “Relief Northern Cebu Island”.

<!–[if !supportLists]–>4.      <!–[endif]–>In the USA without an official receipt for tax purposes, you can make the donation to:

 Leonardus H. Tacke

53rd Bank, Hamburg Place, Lexington Kentucky

Accnt#:  32910391

Routing nr: 042101190

Thank you so much, I will keep you informed about our project and report on a regular basis.

Kind Regards,


11/14/2013 (1891)

No Blog the last two days.
For the record I did not get a blog posted the last two days. Ran out of time.
Happy Birthday Lynn Halvorson Otto (DHS ’75): Boonton, NJ   Halverson, Lynn 1891   
Happy Birthday Aggie Casavant (DHS ’69): Fort Mill, SC    Casavant, Aggie
Happy Birthday Chad Zeiler (DHS ’90): Hot Springs Ark.
    Zeiler, Chad 1891
Happy Birthday Judy Allery Azure (DHS ’65)
         Allery, Judy 1891
Happy Birthday Don Aird: St Louis, MO
        Aird, Don 1891
Art Hagen
Question from Lynn Halvorson Otto (’75):  Boonton, NJ
Hi Gary, great to hear that you, Bernadette and all are safe after this horrible storm.  Did Art Hagen make it OK to Cebu?  We’ll keep you all in our prayers.  Lynn Halvorson Otto
Yes, Art Hagen did arrive in Cebu. He arrived Friday Evening, the evening of the Typhoon. He and Rose were without power for several days too. I saw Art yesterday at Bowling. This picture was posted on Sunday.
 Hagen, Art 1891



Some excellent Typhoon Pictures From my good friend, Ian Craven, here in Cebu.



Some photos I took at Bogo, Medellin and Kawit. – http://www.picturetrail.com/sfx/album/view/24476213

Can be used if anyone wants


Typhoon letters
Reply from Colette Hosmer (’64):  Santa Fe, NM

The letters you posted from Michael and Ian tell a more complete story than all the articles, from all the major news agencies in the world, put together.  Their accounts tell the human story in a way that is missing in all the others.  Tragedy is not a big enough word.

Mike’s account of the Typhoon
Reply from Ellen Graff Myrick (’58):   Grand Forks, ND
Mike’s account of the typhoon and the devastation is utterly graphic.  He should share with a news source (AP).  It makes a ND blizzard seem paltry.
Ellen (58) Graff Myrick
Typhoon Yolanda  –  Bernadette
Reply from Margaret Metcalfe Leonard (’65):  Rolette, ND
Hi Gary,  I’ve been listening to the reports of the damage Yolanda the typhoon has done to your part of the world.
I’m saddened by the devastation and loss of lives.  Thankful that you and yours are safe!  I was impressed with Ian
and Dinah’s decision to forego the birthday party and to give so generously to those in dire need!  There are some
wonderful people in this world and they are undoubtedly are people you are proud to call friends! 
I’ve been reading about the “red dress” on my android, tonight I finally saw the picture of Bernadette wearing it.
It is, indeed, a lovely dress for a lovely lady!  So thankful that she is feeling so much better!   She is so fortunate that
you are such a terrific caregiver and that you have such fantastic help!  It makes the tough times bearable and the
good times even better!! 
God’s blessings to you and yours,
Yes indeed we are very proud to call Ian and Dinah good close friends. This world needs more folks like them, that is for sure.
Speaking of Bernadette and her new dress, when she bought it she also bought each of her neices, Novie and Mirasol, a new dress too. Yesterday when she bought shoes to go with that new dress, she also bought Novie and Mirasol shoes to go with their new dresses. Now they are all set for our Cebu Expat Thanksgiving dinner. 
Cebu, Philippines: Dinner at the Pancake house last night Stokes 1891
Memory requsts of the Hosmer Store
From Kay Hosmer (‘77): Crown Point, Ind
I am interested in hearing about some memories of the Hosmer store when my grandparents, Jack & Inie, were in ownership of half of it, and Bob & Lee Hosmer, the other half.  My grandparents sold out when I was fairly young, so I only have just a few memories.
Holiday Craft show at Bottineau on Nov.16th
Posting from Neola Kofoid Garbe:  Bottineau & Minot, ND
Hi Everyone,
If you have attended the craft show in previous years, you know I haven’t been at the show in person but have had friends selling caramels for me.  This year, I won’t even have a table at the the show. :(  Due to “leg problems”, I’m unable to stand to make the amount of caramels needed to have tables at the craft show.  I’m going to try to sell caramels from home, so if you are interested in buying caramels, contact me at neolag@min.midco.net  
I’m hoping to check out the craft show, so perhaps I’ll see some of you there. :)
Happy Thanksgiving and Merry Christmas!
Posted by Dick Johnson (’68):  Dunseith, ND

How to know if you grew up in the Dakotas:


a.     You know how to polka, but never tried it sober….

b.    You know what knee-high by the Fourth of July means.

c.      You know it is traditional for the bride and groom to go bar hopping between the reception and wedding dance.

d.     You know the difference between ‘Green’ and ‘Red’ farm machinery, and would fight with your friends on the playground over which was better!

e.      You buy Christmas presents at Farm and Fleet or Tractor Supply Co.

f.       You spent more on beer & liquor than you did on food at your wedding.

g.     You hear someone use the word ‘oof-dah’ or ‘Holy Buckets’ and you won’t break into uncontrollable laughter.

h.     You or someone you know was a ‘Beef Queen or Dairy Princess’ at the county fair.

i.       You know that ‘combine’ is a noun.

j.       You let your older siblings talk you into putting your tongue on a steel post in the middle of winter, or peeing on an electric fence.

k.     You think Lutheran and Catholic are the major religions.

l.       You know that ‘creek’ rhymes with ‘pick’.

m.       Football schedules, branding calves and weaning, hunting season and harvest are all taken into consideration before wedding dates are set.

n.     If the sun is out, it’s really windy, and you’re getting wet…. better get on upwind side of the livestock.

o.     A Friday night date is getting a six-pack and taking your girlfriend shining for deer.

p.    Saturday you go to your local bowling alley.

q.     Cruising ‘Main’ lasts for 6 blocks.

r.      There was at least one kid in your class who had to help milk cows in the morning… phew!

s.      You have driven  your car on a lake.

t.       You can make sense of ‘upnort’ and ‘batree’.

u.     Every wedding dance you have ever been to has the hokey pokey and the chicken dancc.

v.     Your definition of a small town is one that only has one bar.

w.   If a road you’re driving on has more than 3 curves to a mile…..you are nearing or in the Black Hills.

x.     Your vocabulary still includes, ‘Yes, Ma’am’ and No Sir’.

y.     The local gas station sells live bait, next to the local jerked beef and homemade jam.

z.      At least twice a year some part of your home doubles as a meat processing plant

aa.      You understand that brakes on silage trucks are considered a luxury.

bb.     Bulldoggin’ is an event.

cc.       As the American flag passes, you are on your feet and have removed your hat, your hand is over your heart, or someone behind you gives you slap on the head as a reminder to do so.

dd.     You grow up thinking that the opening day of deer & pheasant seasons are national holidays.

ee.       You understand the true meaning to ‘snipe’ hunting.

ff.         Pop is the only name used for a soft drink.

gg.      The trip into town for school, takes longer than your lunch period.

hh.     ‘Crown Royal’ has nothing to do with nobility.

ii.     You actually understand these jokes and will forward them to all your Nor Dakota & South Dakota friends!!!!!

11/11/2013 (1890)

Condolences to the Dale Millang family
From Lola Metcalfe Vanorny (’68):  Dunseith, ND.
Gary-  glad to hear Bernadette is enjoying life again — and so sorry about the storm and all the damage to the area— 

It is with sadness I heard yesterday that Dale Millang passed away — he lived down by the Anderson place ( married To Mary Anderson)   our condolences to the family!
Larry keep those stories coming they are the highlight of the blog- !!!_  stay warm everyone  it is 20 degrees f  here today-  Lola
I saw Odell Millang’s FB posting that his dad Dale (’61) had passed away. So so sad. He was a young man too. 
Our Condolences are with Dale’s with his passing.
Bernadette’s red dress
Reply from Gwendolyn Struck Dumas (’68):  Havre, MT 
Tell Bernadette the dress is simply gorgeous on a beautiful lady like she is!
I showed your reply to Bernadette and she said “Thank You”. I think she plans on wearing that dress to our Cebu Expat Thanksgiving dinner.
Yesterday when were in the mall with her two Nieces, Novie and Mirasol, and also our two helpers, she bought each of them a dress too, for Thanksgiving dinner. Novie and Mirasol will have the camera’s so I know there will be lots of pictures taken that day.
Reply from Marie Staub Iverson (’60):  Seattle, WA
So glad you guys are OK. Bernadette did look great in her red dress.
I think some did not receive this blog as I received it twice.
Marie Staub Iverson 1960
Good catch Marie,
I did indeed send yesterday’s blog to your group twice and in the process missed another. They have in now though.
Thank you,
Reply to Larry Hackman (’66)
From Dennis Dubois (’63):  Minneapolis, MN
In response to Larry Hackman. I can’t remember a spitwad fight at the new school when we were seniors, but I do recall an ongoing one at the old school. The greatest spitwad shooter of all time was Danny Machipiness, followed closely by Bill Henry. I tired, but I was a better eraser thrower. I don’t want Larry to be exaggerating and think some damn little freshman would have gotten away with shooting one of the big seniors, it didn’t happen, I think he got mixed up in his writing. Thanks for the memories, Larry.
Reply from Bill Hosmer (’48): Tucson, AZ
Gary,  Typhoons are treacherous.  Bernadette is beautiful and feeling better, Yeah!!

All of your friends and neighbors look like people I would like to know.  Our Blog is

a lifeline of information about us, our parents and friends and people of a special

category, which is to say, Hills and Prairie people of the Dunseith area.  It amazes

me to enjoy the touches of history, personal friendships and genuine loyalty of

several generations which bring us together and revel in our commonality of beginnings.

Thank you for keeping us on the same frequency and letting us blurt what needs to

be blurted, including the terrific jokes and historical stories of our past.  I believe you

have let us enjoy our special heritage of rural life built on community loyalty, wonderful

school teachers, and one another.  I’m proud to be a member of the communicators

who share legendary pictures, words, and ideas that made us who we are.  So there

it is.  Thank you. Bill Hosmer
Thank you Bill for the nice words. What you have said about the community and the folks from the community is so true too.  I will have to say that doing this blog I have learned to know the Dunseith Alumni pretty well and I must say much better than ever before. We are not a small group by any means, but small enough so everyone knows or knows of one another. It is a rewarding feeling when I hear of folks meeting face to face that they have seen/met on the blog. A good example of that is when I met you for the first time face to face in the Bottineau bakery this past July. It is also a rewarding feeling for those that have gotten reconnected. On the 26th of December we will be starting our 7th year with the blog. We have gained many friendships, re-acquaintances and exchanged a lot of history and stories in the past 6 years.

Typhoon Yolanda

Reply from Laurel Wenstad (’63):  Dundas, MN.

We had been thinking of you and family. Glad to hear you are safe   

Typhoon Yolanda

Reply from Diane Larson Sjol (’70):  Lake Metigoshe, ND

I hope you are ok.  We have been reading the awful reports.


Typhoon Yolanda

Reply from Lynn Henriksen (’64):  Tiburon, CA

Thank God you are safe, Gary.  Keeping you and Bernadette and all the people in the Philippines and neighboring areas in my thoughts and prayers.  What a horrible disaster.

Keeping Spirits Alive,

Lynn Henriksen

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School Memories
Reply from Dick Johnson (’68): Dunseith, ND
Gary and Friends,Larry did a good job on the memory of his days with the ‘spit
wads’ and rubber bands.  I had one such episode as a sophomore.  We had
basketball practice on Friday after school and when I got out of the
shower,  one of the senior guys was waiting with a bath towel that he
had dipped the end of in water.  He snapped me on the back of my leg and
hit it just right so that it ripped the skin and blood ran down my leg.
I don’t think he intended to do that much damage but that was what
happened.  I got real ticked off and my anger grew even more while I was
getting dressed.  I took my basketball bag out to the front door of the
gym and then went to my locker and got my rubber bands and a gum wrapper
tin foil spit wad I had deemed too dangerous for use in ‘normal’
confrontations during school.  This was different.  I went back into the
locker room and looked for the guy and found him sitting down facing
away from me putting on his socks.  I pulled the big rubber bands back
until they were ready to break and let fly right in the middle of his
back!  I heard him scream and jump up in pain and I was on the run.  He
was just coming through the second door of the locker room as I was
going out of the gym and grabbing my gear for the long run home.  The
next day I was driving my old car down main street and he ran out of the
bakery and was yelling some obscenity at me as I went by.  I just smiled
and gave him the old salute we sometimes gave each other during such
minor confrontations.  It was a forgotten incident within a couple days
anyway.  He probably knew I was just getting even and let it slide.

One other memory involved one of the long foam and chamois erasers
we used to have besides the little black and white striped ones.  A few
of us were standing in the science room on the far south side by the
windows, talking before class.  An underclassman stepped through the one
door, grabbed a big eraser and threw it across the room at us.  He then
made a dash for the other door to make his getaway.  I caught the eraser
and threw it back at him.  He was on the run so I had to lead him a
little in order to have the eraser get to where he would be in about a
second.  That point happened to be right in the open doorway, if my
calculations were right.  He spotted Mr.  Dennis Espe just approaching
the door and he slammed on the brakes and ducked back inside the room.
Well,  the eraser was coming fast and heading right through the doorway
and SMACK!  It hit Mr. Espe right square on the shoulder of his new dark
blue suit!  He reached into the room and grabbed the underclassman
thinking he had thrown the eraser and took him down to the office for a
discussion on behaving in school.  When the kid came back to the next
study hall I was in,  he gave me a dirty look so I just held up both
hands for the old ‘that’s the way it goes’  look.  I got lucky.  Thanks

Typhoon Yolanda
I want to share a couple of email messages from our good friends here in Cebu. They will give you a better perspective first hand of the aftermath of Yolanda. Michael is from Ireland and Ian from England. They both tell me I talk funny too. Can you imagine that.
Our good friend Ian was planning a big 60th Birthday Celebration for his wife Dinah.
Our other good friend Michael could not sleep last night thinking of the devastation.
These are their messages.
Message from Ian

Dear Friends


As most of you know Dinah will be 60 a week today on the 25th. I had been planning a party for her to which we hoped you would attend but Yolanda has changed things.


We visited the north of Cebu on Saturday, the day after the typhoon struck and although no way near as disastrous as Tacloban it is still very very bad up there. Hardly a tree standing, or if still left standing then denuded of foliage. Not a roof left undamaged with many just disappeared altogether, all wooden structures just like matchsticks, roads virtually impassable and everyone sleeping without shelter. Bogo was hit badly and Medellin and Kawit worse.


So instead of a party Dinah wants to use whatever it would have cost for the party to donate to relief work instead.  Kawit of course is our second home and has been for 30 years and we worry that international and domestic relief work will, deservedly so, concentrate on the hardest hit areas in Leyte and Samar but this likely means north Cebu will be left out when they still have a need for help, just not as bad as other parts. We owe Kawit so we are going to arrange relief supplies this week to be sent to Kawit and we will have no party next week. Perhaps we can have a celebration for 60.5 or something next year.


We have told Sam and Jamie not to buy a present for Mum but instead donate to our relief effort. This is what Dinah wants.


I am sure you will all understand.



Message from Michael
Hi,I have been unable to sleep tonight, thinking of what may have happened in Tacloban.
The media talk of 300 kl winds, and driving rain, and storm surges, dead bodies etc.
But that’s not what it is really.
On Friday morning we were watching as the weather got worse, more rain and more wind.
I took videos outside our house at 10am and 11am, with the intention of doing an hourly
video to record “our day” and our typhoon. I never posted these because I had seen worse rainy days here.
What we did not know here, at that time, was this.

Tacloban had already been hit. And I need Stephen King or Steven Spielberg to help me here.
In the 3rd world the coastal areas around a large city are not des-res. There are shanties of clapperboard walls
and corrugated roofs, 12 by 12, and sometimes 2/3 stories high. Narrow alleys run between.
I know this from visiting the Bagui tribespeople who were relocated to Cebu city coastal area from
some other island. A friend of mine, a baptist missionary (another long story) took me there. We took
a taxi as far as we could, then we took a tricicab ( bicycle with little sidecar ) as far as we could, then we walked
and we were very careful where we stepped. There are no conventional toilets here!. The shanties almost rub
against your shoulders. They are for sleeping in, not living in. People congregate on nearby “streets”.
Charles Dickens is just around the corner. We come to a sort of inlet from the sea, and have to walk across
the plank to where the tribe live. I look down into the weirdly green stagnant water. I feel if I fall off the plank
into the water it will be weeks in hospital before they clean out all the diseases I get. This is in the city ! ! !
I have never been to Tacloban, but it is not as big a modern provincial city as Cebu is, but these coastal dwellings
are where the poorest of the poor are.

Now add a little wind and rain, no major problem, the worst that will happen is piss and shit will be blown on you
by gusts of wind, but hey! the rain washes you for the next lot. Then the wind picks up and the rain is heavier and horizontal and carries things things that can hurt you, so piss and shit are the least of your worries. This is not the driving rain and wind we knew from summer seaside holidays, this wind is screaming and chucking you about…250+kl/hr we have no idea.
You cant see or hear your neighbours because of the wind and the rain. A lot of these families have 6/7 + kids.
Then the real nightmare hits. I dont know how water rises 20 feet, to cause a storm surge, but I understand the effect. Imagine what would happen if you were walking along Blackpool seafront, and the land, all of it, suddenly sank 20 feet.
You dont just get a wave coming in… The whole Irish Sea is coming in at a height of 20ft. Of course,  at your little shanty, in your narrow alleyway, where you thought you had some modicum of shelter, you dont see the water coming at you, you see the whole bloody shantytown coming. I suspect your lights go out. If your lights dont come back on your plight is over.

If your lights do come back on your nightmare begins. Your whole area is leveled and is a topsy turvey world from
“The Terminator” . Your kids have vanished. Everything you know has disappeared. You have no protection from the wind and rain, you are waist deep in fast receding water, and parts of houses, trees and furniture are flying lethally around you.
There is no let-up from the wind and rain. After a while you will be very thirsty from the salt water you swallowed, but there is no water. You are aware that your children, if they are alive, wherever they are, will be thirsty to, and they have no water. there is no food. Only screaming wind and horizontal rain…250kl/hr. You look for your kids even though there is
no hope, and you cant see and you cant hear. It as a long long day, you are exhausted, but you are afraid to sleep, you have to search. Night falls… I have no idea what you do , what you feel, what you think. The next day, maybe  someone comes, they see you walking around aimlessly, they wonder why you are not doing something. The wind has gone, the rain has gone, your family has gone, you are a guilty survivor. They seem to look at you oddly…..
But they dont know, they weren’t there. They ask you stupid questions like “what was it like?”, “what did you do to be alive?” You do not have the words to describe what happened to you, you dont even know what really happened.
When Speilberg does this, and he does it well, the hero is tall and handsome, the heroine is “to die for”, the little kid is
perfect. They seem to have water and a packed lunch handy. We really do not have any conception what it’s like
when hell comes to visit.

I did not see any of these people in the aftermath of Yolanda. I wonder what I would have written if I did. We have friends we have not heard from yet (only 50 miles away).
But a friend of mine did see these people, and I saw his eyes when he talked to me…. He was one of those who arrived at
the devastation, but he saw why they stood around (and this is in N. Cebu)… they had nothing to do anything with ! ! !
Today he goes back with the food parcels we packed yesterday, and tools to help them rebuild, hammers, nails, saws.
God knows there is enough wood around to be reused.

We are short of NOTHING here, and they are short of EVERYTHING there… 50 miles away ! ! !
He seems to know what he is doing there, and I hope to help him here…..
The icing on the cake……..next typhoon due Wed/Thurs, same track as Yolanda.

Sleep well.

No Apologies,


11/10/2013 (1889)

No Blog yesterday
For the record I did not get a blog posted yesterday. We were without power and I did not have gas for my generator.
Florence Christianson Williams Struck (’38)
Memories from Tom Hagen (’51):   Mesa, AZ
Hi Gary, just watched the news again about the Phillipines and glad you came through with such little damage as it seems the rest of the islands had many more problems.  Our news said 750,000 were forced from their homes with terrific damage all over.   Yes, Bernadette looks great !!!    Florence Struck was my teacher in the 5th grade at Loon Lake #2 and we stopped to visit her at Oak Manor in July and she still knew me!!!  Tom Hagen “51”
Reply from Connie Zorn Landsverk:  Bottineau, ND
HI Gary & Bernadette,
Hoping you 2 and your family are safe! Sorry to hear about the typhoon!! Bernadette Looks just darling in that dress!! It’s a good color for her and it makes her look very classy!! Keeping you guys in my thoughts and prayers!! A N.D. friend!!
Message from Vickie Metcalfe (’70): Bottineau, ND.
Listening to the news about Typhoon Yolanda this morning,
with thoughts of the people  in your part of the world.
Glad to hear you missed the worst of it.

It is windy here at the foot of the Turtles and
a  forecast of  100% chance of rain and snow

Deer Hunting began yesterday!

Yes, the opening  day of Deer Hunting continues to be
recognized as a “holiday” in Nor Dakota.

The Holiday music began yesterday morning, with
folks calling the local radio station.

The hands down favorite request.
“Tirty Point Buck”.

You know you’re from Dakota when you feel amusement perking.

The warmth of  laughter bubbles up and
chases away curmudgeon pessimism and  prepares
a hardiness within  for whatever winter may bring.

Reply from Keith Pladson (’66):  Roanoke Rapids, NC
I’m glad to hear that the worst of Yolanda missed you guys.  But even at 60 mph the winds from such a large storm can be very destructive, since the high winds can continue for such an extended period.  Add to that the potential for very heavy rain and near the coastline the often high seas, these are truly monsters of nature.

Living so close to the Atlantic Ocean as we have for over 40 years has put us in harms way many times out here.  Interestingly, predicting the path of a Hurricane/Typhoon, though vastly improved, is still a lot of guess work and many times over the years when they have predicted the Washington, DC area to be in the center of the path, we got very little of anything.  On the other hand, sometimes when they have predicted it would miss the entire region, we got hit very hard.  That was the case two years ago with Hurricane Irene.  This area of NC (where we now live) was not supposed to be hit hardly at all.  Instead we got hurricane force winds (75 mph plus) and it lasted for over 20 hours.  Because of the different destructive parts of one of these storms even the lack of strong winds doesn’t mean you are home free.  In 1972 the DC area was hit by Hurricane Agnes and though the winds were only around 40-50 mpr, we got over 14 inches of rain in about 12 hours and because of the terrain with the mountains just the west, every gully, creek, stream and river overflowed and caused extensive flood damage to the entire region.  In 1996 and again in 2003 the area was hit by storms that came ashore near the mouth of the Chesapeake Bay which caused a tremendous back flow of water up into the Chesapeake Bay and then into the rivers feeding the Bay which then back flowed into the smaller creeks, etc.  In our case, we lived on Aquia Creek (actually a small river) and the water rose over 7 feet over it’s normal level in the creek and in both cases came within about 20 feet of the back of our house.  Very unnerving, to say the least.

Again, I am really glad it wasn’t as bad for you as it clearly could have been, but even so, I’m sure there will be reports of significant damages near you.  I do hope the loss of life in the country as a whole is low.

It’s good to see Bernadette enjoying herself.  May The Good Lord help her to heal and have better times.
Keith Pladson (66)

Class of 63 and Class of 66 Memories
From Larry Hackman (’66):  Bismarck, ND
I hope this note and this story finds you and your family in good health and safe from the big storm.
The recent pictures of the class of 1963 that you posted on the blog brought back a memory from high school days.
Maybe it will help take our minds  off all the troubles we are experiencing in the world today,
and back to a simpler time, for a little while, anyway.
Stay safe,


Was it a Setup?


We the class of 1966 were the first freshman class in the new school on the south edge of Dunseith, ND that opened for classes in 1962.  It was a bright new school, and we were bright new freshman.  No brag, just fact! 

We freshman entered that school, knowing that the world was at our feet and we were of the attitude, that we would step aside for no man.  Then the senior classmen (class of 63) entered the picture and all out war broke out.  There were rubber bands spit wads, paper clips and erasers flying through the air.

We freshman wanted to survive and we weren’t about to roll over for them seniors, and so we started building and improving our arsenal.  The weapon of choice was large, and thick rubber bands that we would loop over a couple of fingers making a slingshot type weapon.  The ammunition was tightly folded paper.  The paper that was shot with the rubber bands was folded tight and then we would bite down hard on the folds, and add a little saliva so that they would hold their shape, and would fly faster and hit harder.  It was definitely a battle that took place between the senior boys and several of us freshman boys almost every time the teacher left the study hall room.  The rubber band shooters were the weapon of choice for us as they were easy to get and easy to conceal.

Then for some odd reason one late sunny afternoon about eight of us freshman and about the same number of seniors ended up in this study hall room together.  The seniors all sat in the row of desks along the window side of the room and us freshman all ended up in a row behind the door on the interior wall side of the room, with about four rows of desks separating us from each other.  Mr. Bob Jury was the instructor in charge of the room.  Everything in the room was good and quiet.

I don’t know where the classmen, of the classes of 64 or 65 were at this time. Maybe they were hiding out somewhere or maybe they were in a different room being watched by a different teacher and going through the same experience we were about to experience?  I just don’t know where they were?  I guess it just wasn’t my day to keep track of those classes.

Mr. Jury was in charge of our little gathering, and when Mr. Jury was in charge of a room everybody was usually all business and there was no screwing around.  Then it happened, for some reason Mr. Jury left the room.  Was his departure planned?  Well, as was expected by all of us in that room. When Mr. Jury left that room, all hell broke loose!  Everything but the kitchen sink went flying across no man’s land, over the four rows of desks separating the seniors and the freshman. 

Then suddenly one of them fast, hard, flying rubber band shot zingers took a sharp left turn, and hit the biggest senior of them all, right on the end of the nose.  He went to his feet in an instant, his desk went flying.  God, that must of hurt!  He was starting to move toward us and the rest of that bunch with him, in that row were getting out of their desks to follow him. 

We freshman knew we were in trouble, and instantly begin preparing for the worst by putting away our fighting equipment, and putting on our best and most innocent faces, faces any mother would love, and getting ready to deny that we even possessed any equipment or weapons that would hurt or at worst, piss off a senior.

We were ready to convince them seniors that the zinger, that hit that spud, must have been shot by some alien from outer space or more than likely, we would point to the other guy and throw him under the bus. The seniors were big compared to us, and probably looking for a reason to take us out anyway.  Especially that senior with the mad look on his face and the red, sore, nose.

We freshman all thought, that we were dead meat, and were signing ourselves.  When all of a sudden them seniors froze in place.  We freshman begin looking at each other, wondering what the hell just happened.  The seniors stayed motionless with their eyes fixed on the door, what seemed like an eternity. 

We freshman looked at them and then peaked around the edge of the door, and their stood our savior, Mr. Jury.  He strolled into the room and gave us freshman one look and the thumb, telling us to go to library and stay there.   We did not hesitate, we were up and out of them desks and out the door.  On the way to the library we were getting rid of our weapons and ammunition, as we figured someone was coming to ask us to empty our pockets.  It never did happen.  When the final bell rang for the afternoon we all packed up and left the school and as far as I know, no one, not one of us were ever asked, or asked to talk about what went on in that room.  The seniors never bothered us after that or tried to get revenge, as far as I know, anyway. What did Mr. Jury say to them seniors?  It must have been convincing?

No, not everyone became angels after that, but I do remember not seeing or bringing any more rubber bands, or spit wads to school. However, every once in awhile you would see some guy dilly-bopping down the hall way wearing an eraser brand (strip of chalk dust) across the back of his head.

It would bring a smile to my face and still does, just remembering our lucky day.

Remember to keep laughing,


Typhoon Yolanda
I was getting enquires from different folks in other groups of my friends asking about us and the Typhoon. With that I posted the following to them that I want to also share with you folks.
Hello Friends,
I have been getting a few enquires about the affects of Typhoon Yolanda, so I just want to let you know that we are OK.
The eye and the brunt of the storm past through about 70 miles north of us. Weather reports said we had 50 to 60 MPH winds in our area. We also had the heavy rains. The storm was moving rather quickly at a pace of about 25 MPH and lasted for about 2 hours. There was minimal damage in our area, the Cebu City area. Just before the storm hit, for safety reasons, they turned all the power off to the whole island. We were without power for about 20 hours. After the power came on for a few hours we lost it again for another 8 hours or so. Last night it went out again for several hours. I think they may now have all power permanently restored in the Cebu City area.
We have a few friends with beach houses to the north of us. I have included a Face Booking posting and several pictures from Ivan Craven, a good friend of ours. He and his wife Dinah have/had a beautiful beach front house on about 500 feet of beautiful ocean property, located about 5 miles from the center of the storm. This was their week-end get away home.
Ian Craven‘s Face Book posting with several pictures
Just back from a difficult trip to the north of the island. Its devastation up there. Hardly a tree still standing and if it is it has either lost its top or is bereft of leaves. Bogo, Medillin and Kawit are devastated, huge damage everywhere, hundreds of houses collapsed and a new Mall in Bogo has gone. We saw 6 schools absolutely destroyed, nothing left. Not good at beach house either but staff safe. Almost in tears…..
Stokes 1889-1 Stokes 1889-2
Our friends Beach houseStokes 1889-3
The beach property of our friends.
Stokes 1889-4

11/8/2013 (1888)

Typhoon Yolanda hits the Philippines
The eye of Typhoon Yolanda passed about 70 north of us at noon today. It is classified as the strongest storm on earth for 2013. It is the strongest ever to hit the Philippines and from reports I saw the 4th strongest recorded in history. Reports that I just read said we had winds of about 60 MPH in our area. The winds were strong and the rains were heavy, but we didn’t have much damage to speak of. Several of our neighbors lost parts of their roofs.  The winds were so strong that it broke the bulbs off at the sockets in 3 of our yard lights.
We have been without power since 10:00 AM. It is now 8:00 PM. Reports are that we will not get power back until tomorrow. We are fully powered with our generator. I will be turning it off when we go to bed though. We don’t have water either. Sky cable is down too, but we do have internet service.  
From Pam Faust Fassett (’47): Lilburn, GA
Gary – You guys STAY SAFE!  I just saw the National weather report. My thoughts & prayers are with you.

Bernadette’s photo
Reply from Maryls Hiatt (’70):  Dunseith, ND
Bernadette looks so beautiful in her new dress.  I am glad to hear she has
been feeling better .

Bernadette’s photo
Reply from Brenda Hoffman (’68):  Greenville, SC
YAY for Bernadette having fun – and please tell her she needs to buy that dress. It looks great on her.
Love Brenda
Bernadette’s photo
Reply from Vickie Metcalfe (’70):  Bottineau, ND
Bernadette looks lovely in her new red dress.
I hope you this finds you safe and out of harms way, while
weathering the latest  typhoon.
Bernadette did purchase this dress.
I have reposted the picture with the caption that Novie and Mirasol added when they posted it on Face Book. I just showed this caption to Bernadette and she Said “you better tell them I didn’t say that”. Her picture tells it all though. 
           I’m wearing my new dress…sexy right..
Stokes 1887-1
Posted by Neola Kofod Garbe:  Bottineau & Minot, ND
Novie’s 32nd Birthday at the Ayala Mall, Cebu, Philippines.
     Mirasol and Novie – Bernadette’s nieces and our Full time helpers too
Stokes 1888-2 Stokes 1888-3

11/7/2013 (1887)

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No Blog yesterday
For the record I did not get a blog posted yesterday
Florence Christianson Williams Struck (’38): Passed away.
Florence Struck
(Died October 31, 2013)

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Florence Struck, age 92 of Boulder, MT formerly of Bottineau, passed away on October 31, 2013 at a Missoula, Montana hospital. Services are pending. (Nero Funeral Home -Bottineau)

Neola’s Caramels
Posted by Neola Kofoid Garbe: Bottineau & Minot, ND
Not selling at the Craft show, but am going to try from home.  People can contact me at neolag@min.midco.net
Cebu Philippines
Bernadette trying on a new dress that she purchased yesterday.
Novie and Mirasol were experimenting with her phone camera
Note: Bernadette has been doing very well the past week or so.Stokes 1887-1
     Another picture taken yesterday at the mall by Novie and Mirasol
Stokes 1887-2
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San Haven Ghosts
Reply from Brenda Hoffman (’68):   Greenville, SC
Dear Gary,
I agree with Lola. San Haven ghost stories are silly. Both good and bad happened at the San – just as is true of any community. Ghost stories are just a great deal more interesting and scary when tied to an institution…or large mansions. Shades of Gothic literature.
Posted by Neola Kofoid Garbe:  Bottineau & Minot, ND

Paranormal team investigates San Haven

Scott Wagar (Submitted Photos)


Throughout the Halloween season local residents in Bottineau County talk about local places that might have ghosts and other entities. One question that often comes up is whether or not the buildings of San Haven are inhibited by spirits. An answer to that question just might have arrived. 

Four members of the Midwest Paranormal Files (MPF) out of Detroit Lakes, Minn., visited San Haven this summer and spent time in an investigation for paranormal activity, which they believed they found. 

The group learned about San Haven through a source (which has asked MPF to keep him nameless) that provided photos and stories of San Haven showing paranormal activity, which included a number of photos which shows shadowy figures.

To MPF, the evidence was so overwhelming from their source, they came to the Dunseith area in June and utilized their ghost hunting equipment to see if they could either prove or debunk the activity taking place there. The group’s evidence shows some interesting results.

“Since there was no power on site we stuck to the basics. I used a digital camera, a digital voice recorder and a K2 to measure EMFs (Electro Magnetic Field),” said Kelsey Opsahl, a member of MPF who was part of the investigation at San Haven. “The digital camera is used to hopefully capture images of the paranormal. The voice recorder is used mainly during EVP (Electronic Voice Phenomena) sessions. EVP’s are discovered during playback of our recordings and are usually voices or sounds that were not audible by the human ear and are ruled out as not another living person, animal or mechanical noise,” she continued.

“The K2 is used in paranormal investigations on the theory that entities are largely composed of energy, which may be electrically based. Though we do not use this as evidence, we do use it as a guide, especially in a place such as San Haven where there isn’t any power to generate EMF and you wouldn’t expect the K2 to register any,” she added.

Outside of Opsahl’s equipment, Jeremy Buermann carried a K2 meter, Kristy Sletta an audio recorder and Brian Halstensgaard a camera.


“We met our hookup in Dunseith at 10 a.m. Drove a mile down the road and found San Haven State Hospital. He showed us around, mostly telling us which areas were unsafe. He also shared some stories from the nights he’d been out there. He left, and we stayed to further our tour,” Buermann said on the group’s website.

“Only an occasional flash of lights were ever seen on the K2. Further attempts to contact anyone after a flash got no response. We were there until 1 p.m. when we thought we should eat and take a nap,” she continued.

It was here that MPF encounter what they called their first real paranormal activity, but instead of the activity being discovered in one of the buildings, the entity they encountered was elsewhere.

“Upon getting in the van Kristy, Kelsey and I got in. Kristy mentioned the basement area was hard on her, very heavy feeling. Just then the DVD screen dropped down. The girls asked me (it’s his van) if that sort of thing happens a lot. It doesn’t, it’s hard to pull down on purpose because the hinge is half broke. Kristy slid the door open and asked for any spirit to leave the van. Once Brian got in we headed back to find some lunch,” Buermann said.

“About 5 p.m., we were ready to go back. We got to the van, loaded up and I tried to start the van. The battery was completely dead. I checked to see if anything was left charging, all the lights automatically turn off, nothing was left on,” Buermann continued.

“I just had the van in for an oil change where they checked the battery. The battery was like new. I never had a problem before. It took awhile but we got a security guy to give us a jump from his 4-wheeler,” Buermann went on.

“We didn’t think spirit right off the bat, but it did kind of make us wonder. Spirits are known to steal the energy from camera batteries and such things, but a car battery? Shortly after returning to the hospital the K2 meter started to go crazy, spiking to red for a sustained amount of time (red means a high level of activity),” Buermann said.

“We thought what could be causing this naturally. We were in the middle of a horse pasture. All the wiring has been stripped from the building. There hasn’t been power for over 10 years. The sun was out, with just a slight breeze. It was responding to questions, and seemed to center around me,” Buermann added.

“That’s when we started thinking we are communicating with the stow-away in the van. The K2 activity went on for over an hour, during which I asked the spirit if he (it was determined to be a boy) was the one in the van and did he drain the battery. He seemed to answer yes to both questions. The second time I asked I received the same response. I told the spirit both times that he was unwelcome in the van and that he needed to stay in San Haven and after the third time the activity stopped,” Buermann continued.

Outside of the experiences Buermann spoke about, he asked additional questions while in the room with the boy who stated he was in the van. Buermann asked if the room they were in was his, which through the K2 meter the boy stated it was. He then asked if the group should leave the boy’s room and the floor they were on and his answers were to leave the room, but not the floor.

As the session went on, the team learned that the boy had a handicap, was treated well at San Haven and died of an accident.
During the session, the group used two EMFs devices, which were synchronized at times in lighting up as Buermann asked questions. (It should be noted here that a K2 is a meter that lights up at different levels shows the strength of an energy source.) 


The groups also spent time attempting to collect EVPs where they captured a number of voice recordings from unknown sources at the site. In one of the EVPs, Sletta asked the group if anyone had audio on. Shortly after the question was asked the EVP picked up a voice saying, “Yeah”, as in response to the question.

In another part of the hospital, the group was talking about a girl called Nina who had spray painted her name in numerous places throughout the San. As they spoke about Nina, the EVP caught a voice which said, “Nina”.

As the investigation went on through the evening, a thunderstorm came up around midnight, which ended the exploration of San Haven for the members of MPF.


As the group spent time at San Haven they took thousands of photos, numerous recordings and even recreated scenes from their source to see if they could capture the scene over again.

Since leaving the TB sanatorium, the group has spent hours going over their photos and recordings and disproved a few of the photos their source sent to them.

“We debunked the mist photos because we noticed when we were in the basement that the humidity actually created a mist that would swirl around in front of the IR camera and iPhone camera, which I understand is what the contact took his pictures with. Even our flashlight beam would pick up the humidity/mist,” Opsahl said.

“Another photo that was debunked was one that had a figure standing at the end of the hallway. We discovered a water heater standing up at the end of that hall. When you take a picture from afar it did look like someone was standing there but alas it wasn’t,” Opsahl added.

Buermann stated that although a couple of the photos were debunked, the shadowy figures seem to be legitimate.

“It would seem as though there are spirits roaming the complex,” Buermann said.


San Haven opened in November of 1912 and cared for thousands of tuberculosis patients until it closed its doors in July of 1973 after antibiotics were discovered for TB.

Once antibiotics were discovered for TB, and San Haven closed, the state hospital in Grafton moved patients to San Haven and cared for mentally handicapped patients to resolve an overcrowding issue at Grafton.

Grafton cared for its patients at San Haven until 1987 when a court order closed down the facility and placed the mentally handicapped in the private sector rather then keep the patients institutionalized.


Whether one believes that there are ghosts or not at San Haven, the members of Midwest Paranormal Files are going to come back to San Haven to conduct another investigation.

“We will use what we’ve learned to have more specific questions. Try other methods we didn’t have time to do,” Buermann said.
“Our investigation was cut short due to the storm. It’s always great if you can go back to a location that has turned up evidence to try to get more answers,” Buermann added.

Opsahl agrees with Buermann. “There is definitely more to investigate,” she said.

To see some of the San Haven’s EMFs and EVPs from Midwest Paranormal Files, along with reading more into the members’ investigation there, go to www.paranormalfiles.org/evidence/san-haven-nd-june-2013



Joke of the day
Posted by Dan Malaterre (’72):  Sioux Falls, SD

A university research department advertised for an assistant to work with a group of captive Grizzly Bears.

They had two applicants, a beautiful young female biologist and a middle aged Norwegian man.

The professor in charge of the project, knew not everyone could handle working with Grizzly Bears, so he decided to test their skills.

The two hopefuls followed him out to the bear den.
He first asked the young woman to show him what she could do.

She entered the cage, stripped down to her bikini, and the largest bear walked up and nuzzled her.

The astonished professor, turned to the Norwegian man and said, ” Can you do that?”

“You’re darn right “, said the Norwegian, “Just get that damn bear away from her first.”

11/5/2013 (1886)

   Happy Birthday Margaret Metcalfe Leonard (DHS ’65): Rolette, ND
Metcalfe, Margaret 1886
      Happy Birthday  Greg LaCroix  (DHS ’66):  Fargo,  ND
LaCroix, Gred 1886
Reply from Vickie Metcalfe (’70): Bottineau, ND
My favorite subject in junior and senior H.S. school was always history. 
Years ago, when I was in  8th grade English, Mrs. Foss assigned us to write term papers.
 I used two encyclopedias to research and write about my topic, Scotland.
It was the place I heard from my Dad, that his highland Scot’s grand mother hailed from.
I did a poor job of writing  (more copying) than using my own words.
But the  educational experience took root.  
I feel  blessed to be the recipient to many who experienced history in the making.
Reply to yesterday’s San Haven Posting
From Lola Metcalfe Vanory (’68):  Dunseith, ND

Ray Church Robber arrested
Article posted by Vickie Metcalfe (’70):  Bottineau, ND
Pastor describes tense robbery scene during ND church Mass
Blake Nicholson, Associated Press – 11/04/2013

BISMARCK — A 54-year-old man charged with first-degree murder in the deaths of his wife and mother in northern Illinois has been arrested on suspicion of using a shotgun to rob parishioners at a northwestern North Dakota church.

Billy Varner was arrested Saturday night near Williston, N.D., some 1,000 miles from his home in Antioch, Ill., where the bodies of his wife, Peggy Henderson, 61, and his mother, Dorothy Varner, 82, were discovered Oct. 28.

Cynthia Trujillo-Vargas, a spokeswoman for the Lake County state’s attorney’s office, said Varner was charged Monday with two counts of first-degree murder.

Police have not said how the women died.

Authorities say Varner walked into the Church of St. Michael in Ray during Mass shortly after 7 p.m. Saturday, told the three dozen parishioners to get on the floor and forced The Rev. Benny Putharayil to fill a black garbage bag with money.

“He was yelling, ‘I don’t care, you die, you see my face. Don’t use your cellphones, and the gun is loaded,'” Putharayil said Monday. “I began to move down the pews, asking for money. There were a lot of tears and a lot of crying.”

Putharayil, 46, who has led the congregation for five years, said he was prepared to die.

“I was not frightened. God has given me the grace to face that situation calmly,” he said.

The man fled without harming or even pointing his gun at anyone, Putharayil said. Three men from the congregation briefly followed him in their own vehicles and were able to give a description to authorities.

Three Williams County sheriff’s deputies located Varner’s vehicle on U.S. Highway 2 about 13 miles from Williston, gave chase and apprehended him a short time later when he pulled over and gave himself up, Sheriff’s Detective Caleb Fry said. Varner was driving a van that authorities in Illinois said he had taken without permission from a family member, Fry said.

Fry said Varner was arrested on multiple charges. Formal charges were not immediately filed Monday morning. Fry said North Dakota authorities were working with Illinois officials who want to question Varner.

Fry did not know if Varner had hired an attorney.

During a Sunday night news conference in Antioch, 60 miles northwest of Chicago, Antioch Police Chief Craig Somerville said, “We salute all who participated in this effort to take a dangerous subject off the streets.”

Putharayil said that after the robbery, members of his congregation talked about what had happened for a few minutes, prayed for the robber, then held the Mass as planned.

“I switched on my mic and started putting them at ease. Many of them were in tears,” he said. “Toward the end of the Mass, I got word that the man had been caught.”

Putharayil said he thanked God that no children were in attendance Saturday night.

Officials with the Roman Catholic Diocese of Bismarck issued a statement Monday saying they were grateful no one was hurt and that they were cooperating with the police investigation.

        Posted by Neola Kofoid Garbe:  Bottineau & Minot, ND
San Haven Pictures published in the Bottineau Courant
Posted by Neola Kofoid Garbe:  Bottineau & Minot, ND
San Haven 1886-1 San Haven 1886-2 San Haven 1886-3
Posted by Neola Kofoid Garbe:  Bottineau & Minot, ND
Gary, Austin DuBois is the son of Wade and Lynette Hamel DuBois, and grandson of Loren/Elenore Birkland DuBois.
Posted by Neola Kofoid Garbe:  Bottineau & Minot, ND
Posted by Neola Kofoid Garbe:  Bottineau & Minot, ND

11/4/12013 (1885)

Class of 63 – 50 year reunion – August 2013
Pictures posted by Darlene Quillinan Larmore (’63):  Bivalve, MD
Note: I added the original class of 63 matrix.  Gary 
Class of 63: August 2013
Class of 63 1885-3
Class of 63: August 2013
Class of 63 1885-1
There must be a story behind this picture?
Class of 63 1885-2
Class of 63 1885-4
Class of 63
Class of 63 1885-5
Note: I am reposting because the website link could not be opened in yesterdays message.  Gary
Veterans day
Posting from Vickie Metcalfe (’70):  Bottineau, ND
Gary and friends.
In June 2013,the Scotland group, I  visited  an Italian chapel.
T’was out in a secluded lonely area of Orkney Isles.
The Orkneys are quite desolate,stark,have few trees, lots of rock
and sheep
surrounded by water.  We bumped along on a “hieland road” to our
At last, there it was ……..in the middle of now where.
Once inside this chapel, it was as if we were transported across
and space to a charming place.


http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-scotland-north-east-orkney-shetland-24770737The experience was breathtaking!
Italian  P.O.W.’s had  created out of miniscule things
that are oft taken for granted. ( like corn-beef cans made into

During war time they had lost hate and created a place of peace.
They received humane treatment by their captors the allies.
70 years has gone by and  here I am  able to observe a historical
place  which is
remembered and  preserved by the Orcadian people.

Those days on the  Orkney Isles, I learned about Scappa Flow .
The trip to Orkney greatly expanded my knowledge of WWII.  I was
delighted when a well known Bottineau person  asked me if I’d been to Scappa
Flow. He’d been in the area while in the Navy serving in the Atlantic during WWII.  Ht also served
in the Pacific.

While in that chapel,
I thought about  my friend  and neighbor,  former farm boy Carroll
Carlson.  Carroll who
lived through the great depression of the 30’s, found the Bear Paw’s
in his youth, as a young man,
listened to a scratchy radio while in Tijuana, and with heavy
foreboding drove back to Montana to enlist,
he  prepared for war  in the California desert, lived in mud on the
east coast, crossed the Atlantic to Northern Africa,
he waited for orders in Great Britain, he crossed  the English
channel experiencing a costly battle on the sands of Normandy,
rode in a tank through to the end of war.

Then, returned on a 12×7 freight train rolling west across Europe,
and USA.
And finally hitch hiked a ride home to the farm  N. of Dunseith.
Carroll was one of the many stalwart peace loving American Veterans I
have known.

I hope many of you will  share with youth,  that next  long
weekend  in November,
isn’t just  about the opening of deer season.

It is followed by Veterans Day, Monday November 11.
Lest we all forget.
Like the Orcadians and Italian’s, remember and preserve.
Posting from Vickie Metcalfe (’70):  Bottineau, ND
Thanks Gary,
A couple more YouTube and newspaper articles about the chapel.
Studying the brick work, floor and ornate sculpting of the chapel,
it is amazing the work was all done in  left over paint giving
wonderful illusion.

If you view you will may feel the ……desolation in  the wind, far
from Italy. V/


San Haven Gosts
Posting from Larry Hackman (’66):  Bismarck, ND
Story in the Bismarck, Tribune about ghosts at the San Haven.
A 1000 people died there and many are buried on the grounds?
What do you think?
San Haven 1885-1
San Haven 1885-2

11/3/2013 (1884)

Veterans day
Posting from Vickie Metcalfe (’70):  Bottineau, ND
Gary and friends.
In June 2013,the Scotland group, I  visited  an Italian chapel.
T’was out in a secluded lonely area of Orkney Isles.
The Orkneys are quite desolate,stark,have few trees, lots of rock
and sheep
surrounded by water.  We bumped along on a “hieland road” to our
At last, there it was ……..in the middle of now where.

Once inside this chapel, it was as if we were transported across
and space to a charming place.


The experience was breathtaking!
Italian  P.O.W.’s had  created out of miniscule things
that are oft taken for granted. ( like corn-beef cans made into

During war time they had lost hate and created a place of peace.
They received humane treatment by their captors the allies.
70 years has gone by and  here I am  able to observe a historical
place  which is
remembered and  preserved by the Orcadian people.

Those days on the  Orkney Isles, I learned about Scappa Flow .
The trip to Orkney greatly expanded my knowledge of WWII.  I was
delighted when a well known Bottineau person  asked me if I’d been to Scappa
Flow. He’d been in the area while in the Navy serving in the Atlantic during WWII.  Ht also served
in the Pacific.

While in that chapel,
I thought about  my friend  and neighbor,  former farm boy Carroll
Carlson.  Carroll who
lived through the great depression of the 30’s, found the Bear Paw’s
in his youth, as a young man,
listened to a scratchy radio while in Tijuana, and with heavy
foreboding drove back to Montana to enlist,
he  prepared for war  in the California desert, lived in mud on the
east coast, crossed the Atlantic to Northern Africa,
he waited for orders in Great Britain, he crossed  the English
channel experiencing a costly battle on the sands of Normandy,
rode in a tank through to the end of war.

Then, returned on a 12×7 freight train rolling west across Europe,
and USA.
And finally hitch hiked a ride home to the farm  N. of Dunseith.
Carroll was one of the many stalwart peace loving American Veterans I
have known.

I hope many of you will  share with youth,  that next  long
weekend  in November,
isn’t just  about the opening of deer season.

It is followed by Veterans Day, Monday November 11.
Lest we all forget.
Like the Orcadians and Italian’s, remember and preserve.


Stokes/Thompson picture posted yesterday
Reply from Keith Pladson (’66): Roanoke Rapids, NC
It’s always fun to get your blog and see what may in it.  As to the photograph provided by Dale Pritchard, I believe (and I’ve already provided this to Dale by separate email) that the two folks with Keith Ingalls and his wife are possibly the two it says they are except that they are reversed.  I believe the one sitting on the half wall behind the others may be my grandfather, Ulysses Thompson and the one sitting next to Keith Ingalls may be Frank Stokes, your adoptive grandfather, Gary.  But, I’m open to any other input on this.  I’m attaching a couple of photograph of your Grandfather and his wife Julia for comparison.  The first, I believe was at their wedding and the other several years later.  I believe you already have these two photo’s, Gary.  And for those who may not know but might want to know the connection, Frank Stokes and Ulysses Thompson were brothers-in-law.

P.S. Gary if I attached the wrong photo, let me know — I believe it is the right one.

You attached the right photos.
I Think you are right. I have pasted one of the pictures below that you sent of my grandparents, Frank and Julia Stokes. For comparison I have also added one of your grandparents, Ulysses and Alice (Stokes) Thompson with my grandparents, Frank and Julia Stokes. Take note of the hair of the Ulysses and Frank. In all of the pictures their hair is combed the same.  Mary Urich Knutson, I think, provided this picture
                      Frank and Julia Stokes
 Stokes 1

Standing: Frank & Julia Stokes

Sitting: Ulysses and Alice (Stokes) Thompson

Note: Frank & Alice are siblings

Stokes 2

11/2/2013 (1883)

No Blog yesterday
For the record, because of the “All Saints Day” Celebrations,  I did not get a blog posted yesterday. Please see my posting below.
Question from Dale Pritchard (’63):  Leesville, LA
Mary, Gary and Keith,
I’m in the process of digitizing all my photos.  In looking back at some of the old pictures I’m not sure if identification on this one was completed.  The two men on the left were identified as Frank Stokes and Ulysses Thompson.  The younger couple seated are Keith Ingalls and his wife.  I contacted one of Keith’s sons in California and he verified his Mom and Dad but didn’t know the others.  He believes the picture was taken in Spokane where Keith lived for a while.  The tie-in is that Keith’s Mother was Grandpa William Pritchard’s sister, Edna.  Keith’s dad, Herschell Ingalls, lived in Dunseith in the early 1900s.  Keith was born in Dunseith in 1906 (I think, without checking) and lived there until they moved West when he was a teenager.
Dale Pritchard
Posted by Neola Kofoid Garbe:  Bottineau & Minot, ND

Reward fund set up to assist in the crime against Boppre’s Shetland pony

Scott Wagar: Bottineau Courant



A drop-off container for collecting a reward for the individual(s) who tortured, killed and maimed Dave Broppe’s miniature Shetland pony has been set up at the First National Bank in Bottineau for individuals who would like to contribute to a reward the bank will give to the person who will grant information on the criminal(s) who conducted this crime.

“The bank has a bucket set up in there,” Boppre said. “People can drop off whatever they want.”

Boppre added that the North Dakota Stockman Association is also working on a reward for the crimes against the pony.

On Sept. 14, an individual(s) driving what is described as a black pickup discovered the Shetland pony in an Alfalfa field and began to chase the animal down the road and through the ditches for three-quarters to a mile distance. At that point, the horse stopped and was run over by the truck; or, the individual(s) purposely drove over the pony, which was only around 24 inches in height.

After running over the animal, the individual(s) involved then harnessed the horse to the back of the truck and dragged the miniature pony down the road until the harness broke. The horse was left with no hair on either side of his body and the hair, skin, flesh and meat rubbed off to the animal’s jawbone.

From there, the individual(s) placed the pony in the back of the truck and drove to the corner of the Lake Road and Airport Road and left the pony there.

The Bottineau County Sheriff’s Department is investigating the crime and is currently receiving numerous tips which the law enforcement agency is investigating.

By the community granting reward money, it is hoped that someone will come forward and report the individual(s) who committed the crime.

Individuals are encouraged to donate money for the reward to help the local sheriff’s department solve this crime. Boppre stated that a good number of donations have come in by individuals, which he greatly appreciates.

Posted by Neola Kofoid Garbe:  Bottineau & Minot, ND
John Ross Nadeau
(January 19, 1985 – October 28, 2013)

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John Ross Nadeau

John Ross Nadeau, age 28 of Mandan, formerly Dunseith, died Monday, October 28, 2013 in a Bismarck hospital. Funeral services will be held on Saturday at 10:00 A.M. in St. Marks Catholic Church in Bottineau. Burial will be in St. Mary’s Cemetery, rural Dunseith. A wake will be held on Friday beginning at 5:00 P.M. until 9:00 P.M. with a prayer service at 6:30 P.M. in the Nero Funeral Home in Bottineau.

John Ross Nadeau, a son of Lonnie and Diana (Marek) Nadeau, was born on January 19, 1985 at Rolla, ND. He moved to Mandan at a young age and graduated from high school in Mandan. After his graduation he worked for construction companies in the Bismarck/Mandan area.

John was a great father and uncle. He was a talker and loved being around family, friends and attending family functions. John enjoyed fishing, lifting weights and playing basketball and softball. He was a Green Bay Packers, Los Angles Lakers and New York Yankees fan.

He is survived by his parents, Lonnie Nadeau of Fargo, mother, Diana Nadeau of Surrey; daughter, Hattie Mae Nadeau; son, Kaden James Nadeau, both of Mandan; brothers, Ryan Nadeau of Fargo, Nik (Kourtney) Nadeau and Trey Nadeau, both of Mandan; nieces, Brielle and Lillan Nadeau, both of Mandan.

John was preceded in death by his daughter, Hattie Mae Nadeau; grandfathers, Dominic Nadeau and Don Marek; great grandparents, Mae and Gordon Stephens; brothers of the heart, Eastman Nadeau and Trevor Erie.

Cebu Philippines
Halloween dinner at the Xing Cafe.
                        Evelyn & Alex Todd        Gary, Bernadette and Novie
Stokes 1883-1
All Saints day (11/1) in the Philippines
This is my Face Book postings of our All Saints Day celebration here in Cebu.
16 hours ago 10:30 PM
In recognition of “All Saints Day”, we just got back from back from the Manila Memorial Cemetery where Bernadette’s Father and brother are buried.Bernadette prepared a ton of food that we took out there. There were about 40 to 50 of her relatives there, many of whom will be spending the night there. One thing for sure, they will not be hungry. We hired a Jeepney to take a lot of them out theretoday. Tomorrow morning they will tear down the tent covers and load all the stuff into the jeepney and come home.

My guess is that the cemetery sits on about 80 acres. This evening the place was packed with thousands and thousands of people. There were that many cars too. Talk about a zoo and in dim lighting too. It was a real test of ones patients driving in there.

               Bernadette’s half sister doing the Rosary
Stokes 1883-2
Gary Stokes It is now 7:00 AM. My Brother-in-law Eddy is waiting for the Jeepney Driver to go back out to the cemetery and bring everything and everyone home. Novie Congson and Mirasol Renido Ostulano, Bernadette’s two nieces that work for us, spent the night with their families in the Cemetery. The cemetery is about 5 miles from our house.
Gary Stokes They arrived home about 8:30 AM. Mirasol said she didn’t get any sleep. Novie Congson said she got a combination of about 4 hours sleep. She said about 15 of her friends from a Charitable Consolacion group she belongs to stopped by the cemetery about midnight and stayed until 4:00 AM. Novie is very frisky and energetic with the clean up and putting things away. There was plenty of food left over too that was given to the folks in our area.