3/30/2014 (1995)

Adventures North of town (Dunseith)
Posted by Don Conroy (’56):  Casa Grande, AZ
Hi Gary:
   I no longer return to ND, living October through April in Casa Grande and May through September at my summer home in the White Mountains near Show Low (30 degrees cooler).   It’s a pretty satisfactory routine.  The ND memories are sometimes triggered by stories from your website, however, and if I may, here is another.
   A special adventure involved just my dog, Peanuts, and me.  Often, on a bright, sunny winter Saturday my dad drove us up past the Day School to a point about three miles north of town.  Upon our exiting the car the standard cautionary warning was delivered:  “You be careful with that damn gun, especially crossing fences!”  Of course, the requisite heartfelt response followed:  “Oh, I will dad.”  Then we were off!  Into that lovely, quiet world of white, with joyful anticipation.
   Peanuts and I avoided getting “high centered” by following the meandering deer trails.  A wonderful enveloping stillness lay about.  Only the dark winter gray of the leafless scrub oak and aspen emerged out of the Earth’s thick white coverlet as we silently plodded along in this cold, but non-threatening and private world.
   Eventually the soft crunch of each step began to blend with a muted, burbling gradually rising in pitch to a sound like so many tinkling bells.  A side hill laced with a dozen divergent dark brooklets dancing downward from a snow-hooded grotto-like darkness high above.  This was Mineral Springs at its lovliest.  And it was awesome!
   At the base of the slope and west a bit lay a pit, possibly dug to remove a sampling of the gray mineral deposit.  Dad’s brother, Harry, an FDA chemist once took a sample back to Kansas City to analyze, but I don’t recall much about it though I think it was a manganese compound, apparently not of a commercially viable concentration.
    Near to the Spring was a sandy, boggy anomaly.  Circular, it was about 50 feet across and elevated perhaps six feet above the surrounding area.  Jumping on its edge brought the whole surface into movement, quaking like a huge bowl of jello.  Not strange that the place was wonderful to we who had the good fortune to experience it.
   We moved along, trailing southward and the creek again showed itself.  High through the trees Indian Mound could be sighted as well.  The north side of the hill was sheared off as the persistant erosion by the creek below had irresistably created a near vertical bluff.  In this place the acoustics were so cool to a kid.  I always fired off a few rounds through my treasured Springfield single shot .22.  Each shot engendered a reverberation echoing over and over as in a good western movie: a loud “Crack,” ripping the silence, and then again and again, fading back to that deep stillness. 
   Then, over the creek and a pretty good climb up to the Mound.  It lay atop the west end and can be easily seen from town as you look northwest.  It is perhaps four feet high and 20 by 40 feet in area.  I never knew any history of the Mound.  Maybe an epidemic snuffed out all those lives – – certainly something catastrophic and sudden.  Bodies appear to have been placed on the hilltop with earth and rocks painstakingly hauled up to cover the dead. 
   Following the creek down a final point of interest was Wildcat Island.  Not much of an island.  The creek divided around a bit of elevated land to form this islet.  Most of the year one or the other of the divided streams was dry so the island wasn’t and island anymore.  The extravagent name derived from youthful summer visitors, adventurous fellows who, with campfire blazing high, frightened one another telling stories of seeing and hearing creatures prowling nearby.
   Now only a mile from home and winter sun still bright but lowering toward the western horizon, it was nearing supper time and the exploration team was anxious to cross through Evans’ pasture and reach home. 
  Thanks, Gary, for the opportunity for me to relate this memory.  Don Conroy
Multiple replies to many
From Lola Metcalfe Vanorny (’68):  Dunseith, ND
Happy Birthday Floyd Dion and greetings to you and Luella- !!-  — you are two of my most favorite people in Dunseith!!- always a smile and always glad to see and visit with me- !!–  just good people —  from that “great generation”!!_  Hope you are both doing and feeling fine!!!- —  

Also Rod thanks for the picture of Laurel!– It is so hard to comprehend that some of these people have left us to go to Heaven!!!!  -along with some of our loved ones- !!!  – I thought everyone would all stay the same as long as we lived !!!_  to so !- 
ALSO TO LARRY!!-  i had a good visit with Betty before our reunion but i didn’t see her there-  and what are Clarice and Betty up to now??–  they were my classmates- !!- and Clarice was Patti’s classmate  —  super nice girls!!_ would like to hear more about them!!_ 
I undertand that it is your Grandson that took my little Kennedy to the prom this weekend-  they looked awesome!! handsome couple-!!!    – small world- she is Janice’s Granddaughter-   Janice Metcalfe Poitra was my cousin — 
 Kelly is her Mom-  a super super neat gal!!_  –Kellly is just a hardworking , talented and  sweet gal   –  married to Chris Olson- from Bottineau – a grandson of adeline and Johnny Olson-  –  Best regards-Lola
Dunseith Women Picture
Reply from Kay Hosmer (’77):  Crown Point, Ind
What year for this picture?  Perhaps are Lee Hosmer & Inie Hosmer in the front row?
Dunseith ladies
Winthrop and Edna Smith
Posted by Neola Kofoid Garbe:  Bottineau & Minot, ND
Thought you might be intrested in this info being the Smith girls are in the “Pritchard” picture.
 Smith, Winthrop 1995-1Smith, Winthrop 1995-2
Joke of the day:


Husband’s Message (by cellphone):

Honey,  a car has hit me out of the office. Paula brought me to the Hospital.

They have been making tests and taking X-rays

The blow to my head has been very strong, fortunately it seems that did not cause any serious injury, but I have three broken ribs, a compound fracture in the left leg, and they may have to amputate the right foot.

Wife’s Response:

Who is Paula?

Blog (59) posted on March 29, 2008
From Vickie Metcalfe (70):
GARY, I too  enjoyed reading  Mr. Landsverk’s story. (Thank You, Mr.
Landsverk ) My dad, Cliff who became blind as a result of  diabetes
was also a WW II  Navy veteran of the Pacific as was your dad, Bob
Stokes  and many other guys from Dunseith.  I always learned so much
whenever visiting  those true “heros” veterans  of our childhood.
Thank goodness,  we “kids” had  dads who were role models in
character building ie work ethics, patriotism, caring and citizenship
etc as kids growing up in Dunseith.  As ever.  Vickie Metcalfe

Vickie L. Metcalfe

Vickie, My Dad, Bob Stokes, was a WW II Vet and proud of it, as I know, he probably told you many of his war stories. He spent over 33 months overseas in the Pacific from 1942 to 1945.  He loved talking and visiting with you every time he’d see you out and about.  He loved your dogs. He always had some good interesting stories to tell, especially from his service years. To bad we didn’t get any of them recorded. As a point of interest, shortly after he died, going through his things, we found where he had written down his whole service record from the time he was drafted until he was discharged.  He did this a short time before his death.  He was proud to have been a WW II vet and did not want that period of time lost with his passing.  He often times would get emotional with some of his war stories.  Gary
From Trish Larson Clayburgh (73):
Dear Gary,

Okay, I HAVE to write a quick response to Dick’s
latest story.

I also remember Dennis and “Bogie” (as we liked to
call him) in a different car caper.  Does anyone
remember the year Dunseith days hosted a what do you
call it when everyone has a junk car and they slam
into each other until there’s only one car standing?
– A demolition derby!

Anyhow that hot summer day in what was it, 1970?,
Bogie and Dennis got ahold of an old Grey station
wagon and we all (LaRae?Cheri? and I) painted it to
look like a shark.  It had a huge front end and
suffered little damage in the foray – it was a tank!
Dan drove it well, and though he was hit aplenty, the
“shark” was still running when the others were dead in
the water.  I don’t remember anyone wearing helmets by
the way. We had a great time cheering them on and I’m
sure their big win gave us good reason to celebrate
that evening…

As I understood it, Dan died not too many years after
graduation in a drowning accident.  I have often
remembered him and his special gentle nature with

I also have many funny stories to tell about Dennis
Dion- but maybe I should ask permission first?

And Tim Hill – remember the joke about the gorilla in
the gold cage?  I just recently told that joke and
have told it too many times to count over the years.
We used to have such good innocent fun all of us!
Driving around the beautiful farmland, telling jokes,
being friends, supporting each other.

I have too many fond memories to count:  Beer can
alley parties, the Peace Garden Round House and
midnight swims there, Fauske horse rides, crazy cars,
expeditions to Bossevain, snowmobiling adventures, and
swimming at the lakes.

I wonder if Curt Hagel remembers the time his foot
ended up kicking me in the mouth – I remember pulling
skin out from between my teeth – ewww.  I’m sure it
was an accident – I can’t really remember how it
happened, except that I was in the water and you were
on the dock…  I clearly recall we were laughing
pretty hard afterward, even though I was grossed out
and you were bleeding.

And Dick – your Dad was one of the most important
teachers of my life (and I’ve had many).  He got me to
do things I didn’t think I could.  Like sing that song
“The Red Velvet Shoes” at Regional Competition.  I
froze up horribly with stage fright and squawked it
out so poorly – I think it was the worst I’ve ever
sung.  I thought I would faint.  But your Dad had
nothing but praise and encouragement – he knew the
real accomplishment was overcoming my fear and getting
up there because I said I would.

He also made it possible for me to enjoy band.  My
parents insisted that I play the clarinet (which I
hated) because some old aunt had given it to them for
me.  I hated the sounds that I made with it, and Don
allowed me to switch to the Contra Alto Clarinet which
had been donated to the school.  I adored that
instrument, which was huge and heavy.  I had to sit on
a high stool in order to accomodate it’s length.  I
fell in love with the bass rhythms and was hooked.  He
did so many things for so many of us.  I have always
felt that we got such a fine music education.  And
I’ve often marveled at how much he accomplished with
so little resources.  He was such a dedicated,
passionate man.

Poor Mrs. Bakken.  She always got the rough end of the
stick – in part because she was so attractive and
pleasant, and in part such a good sport!

Playing practical jokes was a favorite sport of ours
as I recall.  Do my upper classmen remember the fun
you had hanging “Espe’s Pig” from dissection class in
our lockers?  When biology class was on that section,
we never knew who was going to “get it”.  Shame on you
boys for scaring the pudding out of us younger
gals…are you ready to confess your sins yet??  I
don’t think we ever really knew who had done it, but
we sure had a few ideas…

There are so many memories…and it’s good therapy to
remember them with all of you.

Trish Larson Clayburgh(73)

From Rhonda Hiatt (75):
Thanks for the great pictures, Dick. I have a picture of Dad in his uniform, but the one you sent must have been when he just went in. Looking at those old pictures brings such a smile to my face. Brenda and I were looking at them together while we were on the phone talking.
I remember going to your place a few times. It was always fun there. I think we fished in the lake in front of your house. I couldn’t throw my line out like a normal person does, so I would take my rod with both hands and bring it back over my head and then throw the line out as hard as I could. It would sail out there, and sometimes the line went one way and the bait went the other. And then there was the time I went to throw it out and it got caught in a tree behind me. I think your Dad might have went and got a ladder and got the line out of the tree. He then found me a place where I had more of a clearing behind me. Your parents were great people. When I talk to someone about being in band, I always say we had the best band teacher there ever was. He had so much passion for his job.
Note to David: That is Kim that Richard is holding. I am right by Brenda but the picture just about has me cut off. 
As always, Thanks Gary. You are doing a great job with all of this!
Rhonda Hiatt (75)
502-664-9168 cell
360-666-3228 home
Dean Stickland’s (73) reply to Sharon Longie Dana (73):

You’ll have to refresh my memory about a closeline and cats.  I’ve heard
of tying cats’ tails together and tossing them over a line.  Seems they
tend to blame each other for their predicament and get into a little fuss
about it.  Hmmm, I’m not sure how you tie their tails together though.

Yes, I did like to play marbles.  In the Spring of the year the ground
just south of the east wing of the grade school would melt off and dry out
enough to mark a ring in the dirt.  We had some great marble games out
there and usually played for “keeps”.  I don’t remember ever winning ALL
your marbles though.  My cousin, Scott Peterson ended up with all my
marbles when I cleaned out my room and moved away. (Joy Peterson is my
Dad’s sister).

Dean Stickland

From Bonnie Awalt Houle (56):
Dear Gary,
The pictures I was referring to were the ones that were taken at the school prior to the reunion.  Probably back in the 40’s.  Old school pictures like were shown at the dinner out at the Bingo Barns. 
If it is too big a hassle just let it be.
    The stories of Dick Johnson’s about the old car was a HOOT, it seemed back then you could get a whole lot more kids in a car at one time.  Of course this also contributed to the amount of money that could be raised for gas.
Bonnie Awalt Houle 56
Bonnie, John Bedard is the keeper of those pictures.  He has hundreds of them. John spent hours coping those pictures unto a CD for everyone’s enjoyment at the reunion at the Bingo Barn. These are individual school photo’s (proofs) taken by a photographers of folks, I think, in the 50’s, 60’s & 70’s (The old school pictures).  John had a garbage bag full of these proofs that were going to be thrown out. 
John, Would it be possible for folks to get copies of these pictures that you put all this work into creating?  I’m sure folks would be willing to pay you for your time and expenses for doing this.  It maybe easier to have copies made somewhere than trying to burn them on your CD.  Thanks, Gary

3/29/2014 (1994)

No Blog yeaterday
For the record I did not get a blog posted yesterday.
Happy Birthday Floyd Dion (DHS ’45): Dunseith, ND
                          Dion, Floyd 1994
Larry Hackman’s (’66) message to Dick Johnson (’68): 
I talked this over with Henry and the folks never did own a 1962 Chevy.  The last Chevrolet they owned was a maroon 1948 Chevrolet, that they traded off on the 1955 green Plymouth Savoy.  I can still remember the salesman, Bud Stole of Mc Quires Auto Sales, Rugby, ND  1956, kept on bringing that car around and having the the folks drive it around town .  They finally gave in and bought it and it was the family car through the rest of the fifties. I don’t know if was the best decision they ever made, but it served the purpose.  I know after the Plymouth quit on her, mom went and bought herself the 1957 Ford.  Tony put a V8 engine in the Plymouth and then we boys took sole possession of that car and put it through hell.  Yes, that was Tony and Marvin over at Johnny Leonard’s checking out the new shotgun.  I wasn’t there but I remember hearing the story, now that you brought it up. I pasted a picture of Tony’s 1963 Chevrolet below. 
Dick Johnson’s (68) reply to Larry Hackman (’66):
Larry,Thanks for the pictures!  I sure do remember Tony’s ’63 Impala SS.  I would say it was the nicest car in town at the time.  He used to put it in the south stall at the Standard station on north Main Street when they weren’t busy.  Probably just to keep it out of the sun etc.  Many times I went over and looked inside just to drool over that 4 speed shifter!!!!  That was just a dream for us kids at that time.  After you mentioned that your folks didn’t get a ’60 (not 62) Chevy after the Plymouth,  I wonder if it was Orphela Robert and Dorothy that had a white ’60 Chevy 4 door??  Maybe I had that mixed up.  I did have the green Savoy at Leonards right but couldn’t remember which of you guys were there when ‘Scum’  pulled the trigger and sent the shotgun sliding across the gravel.

I had a good talk with Tony and Lawrence Hetle at Kelvin a couple years ago.  I asked Lawrence if he remembered the time his ‘wire through the dash throttle’  stuck wide open on him when he was pulling out of the drive in?  He got this sly look and said,  “DO I REMEMBER?  I damn  near SHIT!”  He came so close to hitting the north side of your house that some of the kids at the drive in covered their heads sure he was going right in!  It snapped back off when he bounced over the curb and he idled back home about 5 miles an hour.  He had stuck a big Lincoln or Mercury monster engine in his red and white ’57 Ford hard top and was kind of showing off a bit.  It was sure a close call.

Hackman 1994-1
Henry Hackman’s (’65) car collection
Posted by Larry Hackman (’66):  Bismarck, ND
Here is some pictures of the cars that Henry owned back in his Dunseith days.  Maybe the pictures will jar your memory.
I don’t have a picture of the 63 Olds.  The pictures shown of the 63 Olds are not of Henry’s Olds. but of one like it including the color.  The color of Henry’s Olds was a metalic dusty pink, with a white top, pretty car.
I have never seen another Oldsmobile of this shape or color that I can remember.
I gave Henry a call and he said that he bought the 1953 white and black Mercury from Tony in 1961.  He wrecked it a mile north of your place on highway 43 after we finished swimming at School Section Lake one night.  He must have been tired after working all day and then swimming until almost dark.  Anyway he missed the stop sign and we got broadsided.  That heavy old Mercury went straight across 43 and settled on an approach.  The car that hit us ended up spinning around and around in the middle of the road like a top.  The Ross Brennen family who lived on the corner, heard the crash and all came out to see if we were alright.  Everyone walked away from that crash, because the automobiles were done for.  Henry sold his to Neameyer,s Wrecking Shop in Rolla. 
Hackman 1994-2
Laurel Hiatt (’66) Deceased
Picture from Rod Hiatt (’69):  Bottineau, ND
Here is a picture of Laurel doing what he loved, being out and about with his horses. Thats one of the things that he and my Dad had in common, was the knowledge and love of their horses.
Hiatt, Laurel 1994
Pritchard Pictures
Posted by Dale Pritchard (’63):  Leesville, LA.
Here are a few more pictures.  The first is identified as much as we can at this time.  The last two are identified 100%.
I think top picture was taken on Pritchard farm that was located on the very end of the Willow lake road right next to the Canadian Line. Corbin Pritchard sold that farm to Martin Berg, Martin sold it Carl Melgaard and Carl sold it to the Fauske’s. Carl Myhre from Rolette may have owned it in-between Carl Melgaard and the Fauske’s?
The Peak sisters were Edith and Lizzy. They lived with their brother Bob just south of Lloyd and Stella Radley’s farm. Bob died in 1947 the year I was born. Lizzy died in the early 50’s as I remember. Edith died around 1960, again as I remember.
Pritchard 1994-1 Pritchard 1994-2 Pritchard 1994-3
Reply to the the top picture above
From Keith Pladson (’66):  Roanoke Rapids, NC
You’ve done a good job so far.  As I told you before the lady sitting down looked a lot like my grandmother, but the timing seem off somehow.  I’ve thought a lot about that since then.  In reflection now, I am almost positive it is my grandmother.  And the reason she may be in the photo and not my grandfather is because I believe my grandfather died in 1939, so this was probably taken not too long after he died.  It is interesting that my mom or my Aunt Esther would not have been in the photo, though.
As to the Peaks, I can’t tell you which is which, but one of them was Edith Peak.  They visited with my family many times when I was real small and I remember one of them having a funny common expression that she often used and it went something like this:  “Well, Ella, like the feller says…”  She also told mom many times that she was sure that I would someday be a lawyer because I always had my face in a book.  I didn’t make the lawyer bit, but I still love to read and read not only works by one of your favorite authors, W.E.B. Griffin, and others in that genre, but I also read a lot of biographies about interesting or famous people of the past.  I’m just starting to read a biography on Albert Einstein right now.

Sorry I can’t help you any further than to tell you that one of the of the Peak sisters is Edith.

Reply to the Dunseith Ladies Picture
From Rod Hiatt (’69):  Bottineau, ND
Gary, By the looks on my Mothers face, I really wonder what the hell kind of trouble I was in again!!  I would have blamed that look on my younger brother Rick, but he wasn’t born at the time of this picture.
Dunseith ladies
Blog (58) posted on March 28, 2008
From Shirley Olson Warcup (49):
        I’m enjoying the e-mails!!  I just spoke to Pat Sunderland Warburton (49) who lives in Lake Charles, La. and she would love to have them sent to her.  Her e-mail address is: Psunder@suddenlink.net
        Just a little information about a couple more people who are from my era–my cousin, Lenor Williams Grosser died March 9 in Arizona.  She is the sister of Don, Marlin, Lowell, and Linda Williams.  From what her husband said, I assume it may have been a stroke.  Another classmate who graduated from a private school but attended in Dunseith for several years and was in our class was Paul Lovaas–son of Rev. Lovaas.  He died about 5 years ago in Nebraska.  He had been a career Navy man, had never married, and had kept in touch with Audrey Hassen and me for the last 50 plus years.  When he came through California he would often stop to see us.  I always enjoyed his visits and phone calls.
     Once again–thanks for the memories!!
                                                    Shirley Olson Warcup 
From Ele Dietrich Slyter (69):
I want to thank Dick for the pictures–awesome–I had never seen any of them before. Please keep sending and don’t ever think something is too common or means too little to be shared, somewhere someone needs those little things and they mean so very very much to that person.  Reach out and touch someone, that is what this is all about.
My prayers go out to Felicia and all her family..hope things are improving.
Thank you again Gary–I pray you never get tired of doing this for us.
Ele, I will never get tied of doing this, It’s only if you guys get tired of me doing it.  Gary
From Erling Landsverk (44):
hi gary!
if you are interested, there is a story about me in the march  24th edition of our local paper.  the paper is the portage daily register, located of course in portage wisconsin. 
a young lady journalist is writing a book about the experiences of world war ii vets, and she  interviewed my wife and i, so the story is kind of a thumb nail sketch of our lives, along with some photos. 
you should be able to get it on the internet quite easily.
incidentally, just because i am blind does not mean that i am going to roll over and play dead.  if i did that north dakota would be ashamed of me.
best always
erling landsverk
Posted by Gary Stokes: From the Portage Daily Register (click on the sight below)
War in the Pacific: Veteran Landsverk lost his sight, but he still has a love for music
Erling, This is a very interesting story that the Portage Daily Register published about your WW II service and your life.  You are to be commended for the positive outlook that you have on life with your blindness.  You have accepted things the way they are and dwell on the positives for life’s fulfillments.  You are so fortunate to have such and understanding wife, Joann, too.  Gary
Sharon Longie Dana’s (73) reply to Dean Stickland (73):
I don’t remember if I was in the room or not but I
remember the story. The scream was loud I know that.
Do cats and a clothes line bring back any memories for
you, Dean??? and beating me at marbles and taking them ALL!!!

Sharon Longie Dana(73)

Dave Slyter’s (70) reply to Dick Johnson (68): 
Thank you so much for sharing the pictures.  The only one I don’t think that I had seen is the one with Bill and Dad and then the one with you, Terry, Richard, Robert, Brenda, and I am thinking that is Rhonda, that Richard is holding. Sure looks like her little frown.  ha    What memories those bring back.   I remember taking that picture of all of us in front of the station wagon and house where we use to live just south of town.  Right across the creek from Clifford Halvorson and right next to Erling and Delores Berg and kids.   It was fun living out there with all the fun neighbors.  The gathering cafe wasn’t there then  as that was our pasture for the horses (3) that we use to have.  I had a little black shetland and his name was lightning.  He was a fast horse.  haOne story I have to share with the Bergs if your listening.   Curt, Keith and I and I think Lester Getzlaff was out playing in the drive way and Curt seen this big huge rock in betted in the ground.  He said I wonder what it would be like to throw another large rock on that one.  So he picked up this pretty good size rock and slammed into the rock in the ground, not thinking that it would bounce back and hit him square between the eyes.  He had a knot on his head bigger than a baseball.  ha  At the time all the kids standing around him got pretty scared and ran and got there parents, including me.  But he was all right as Curt was a pretty tough kid.  We laughed about it later.   ha

Again thanks for sharing the pictures Dick.  I and I am sure the rest appreciate it, a lot.  If you have more please keep sharing them as we enjoy them a lot.   There is a lot of memories between yours and our families.

Take care
Dave Slyter

Bobby Slyter’s (70) reply to Dick Johnson (68):
Reply to Dick Johnson, again thank you for the pictures of our times together. I always loved seeing that Cadillac pull into the drive way as then I knew it was going to be a good and fun day, I love the army pic of dad as I have never seen one of him in uniform.  Thanks again and thank you Gary for doing this, you are awesome.
Bank robbery in Souris – From LeaRae Parrill (67):   (Souris is locate a few miles NW of Bottineau.)
It was reported by the Minot Daily News that the State Bank of Souris was robbed.  Whoever did it hit the teller over the head from behind and knocked her out so she did not see who it was.  They had to air ambulance her to Minot, but she will be OK.  No suspects yet and no cameras are installed there.  The FBI is assisting.  Some money was taken, but they won’t say how much.
Message & picture from Dick Johnson (68):
Gary and FriendsPaul Grossman’s memories of riding in my old car made me
remember some stories connected to it. I was 14 years old when
my Grandpa Hans Johnson got cancer. He said if I stayed at the
farm and took care of the cattle and the chores I could have
his old car, a 47 Plymouth four door. It had engine problems. I
found a set of rod bearings in the glove box and he said there
was a “flat crank”. This is a bad journal on the crankshaft. I
dropped the oilpan and found the bad bearing and shined the
journal up with emery cloth. When I got done it sounded fine
but every couple months it started to knock and I had to put in
another bearing, etc. In less than a year I used up the whole
set of six bearings on one rod! We did go for lots of rides
around town in that time. When Paul said I took the younger
kids along, there were a couple things that I should confess
to! The battery was shot so they had to push the car to get it
started. They would usually have to chip in for gas or I would
say “well I guess we’ll have to go home.” The money showed up!!
Sorry Paul, but it worked every time! We had a trail through
the old park and then north through a gravel pit and out
to “old # 5”. This trail went up and down some pretty steep
slopes and we learned just how fast we could take it and still
not wreck anything. One night I had some new kids along and
decided to give them a thrill!! The county workers had been
there and dug out a bunch of gravel just over a rise where I
didn’t see it until it was too late! We flew off the bank and
landed on the nose of the old Plymouth and stopped dead!! The
kids in the back seat were on top of the ones in the front.
They didn’t seem real thrilled as I recall! The old car only
got a slight twist to the bumper and the battery shattered in
the box! It was no good anyway,so what! When I got a different
car, I gave the Plymouth to Dan Bogus. He kept it at our farm
so he could practice driving and monkey around. Dad let he and
Dennis Dion ride out to the farm to mess with the car during
the day and then home again at night. One day they asked if
they could have this piece of well pipe for a tailpipe and Dad
said “sure”. They stuck this long pipe under the car and into
the header pipe on the engine. They were roaring around and
having a big time when the front of the pipe fell out and stuck
in the soft ground. The back end of the pipe went up inside the
rear bumper and the old car “pole vaulted” about five feet up
in the air. When it came back down, all Dad and I could see was
eyeballs in the windshield. We laughed at Dennis and Dan until
we could hardly stand up!! Another time they were rolling the
car down a hill in the yard to get it started. They were
getting close to an electric fence and I told them to let me
open the gate. They got it going just as they went through the
gate and then bailed out and opened the hood to check
something. As I tried to close the gate the wire touched the
back of the car and they both got a shock. They blamed each
other and then went back under the hood. This worked so good I
just had to do it again! They figured it out and the chase was
on!! This is sure to trigger memories from most of the kids my
age as they nearly all rode in this car at one time! This is a
picture of the car with some GEEK standing by it!!


Johnson, Dick 1994

3/27/2014 (1993)

No Blog the past two days
With Bernie, our son’s, arrival I have not been able to get a get a blog posted the past two days.
Bernie arrived safe and sound at midnight Monday. Since his arrival Bernadette has had a rebound and is doing remarkably well. Bernie will be here until July 4th giving him lots of time get reacquainted with all his cousins and other family members. 
Tuesday night Bernie attended our monthly Expat dinner with us at the Shangri-LA. Yesterday he went bowling with me. Today he just left in a taxi for the mall with several of his cousins where they plan on eating dinner.
Bernadette, Novie and I have been invited to a buffet dinner at the Marco Polo for a good friends birthday. The dinner is on him too. For this one there is no Cebu Expat discount either. At a cost of about $40.00 per head for about 15 folks, the costs add up too.
Stokes 1993-1 Stokes 1993-2
Maui, Hawaii
Message from Margaret Metcalfe Leonard (’65):  Rolette, ND
Hi Gary and. Bernadette,  I’m sure by now you are relishing every moment of your son’s visit home!  We always love to have our kids so close we can reach out and hug them!  In this day and age, many times these opportunities do not happen often enough. I have plans to be in Cleveland for Chris’ birthday and I can’t wait to, not only see him and his wife, but have a baby fix at the same time!!!!  Makes me happy just thinking about it!!!
Sounds like the BEST medicine for you, Bernadette!   Make every moment count!
I’m sending this from the magnificent island of Maui!  The weather is so perfect, I am in no hurry to  return home!   Met a lady from the Philippines today and she said your weather is very similar to Maui!  Can’t beat that!!
Thank you Gary, for this amazing connection to our home town and the special people we’ve known and loved like family.  This is indeed a rare opportunity; I don’t know of another community that has ever done this. So kuddos to you Gary!  You’re a genius!!!  Sincerely meant, Margaret.
How nice to hear from you in Maui. I know you are enjoying the nice weather and the beautiful beaches too.
Being our class Salutatorian, you are the true Genius, certainly not me. Thanks for the compliment just the same.
Enjoy your upcoming trip to see Chris and his family too.

Riverside Hotel Picture
Request from Colette Hosmer (’64):  Santa Fe, NM
Hi Gary,
So glad to read that Bernie will be there to stay for awhile – should be uplifting for all of you, especially Bernadette.
I want to ask if anyone has a photo of the Riverside Hotel that they could post.  I think one appeared in a previous blog but I can’t find it.  Thanks in advance to anyone kind enough to repost.
Joke of the day
A wife asks her husband, “Could you please go shopping for me and buy
one carton of milk and if they have avocados, get 6.
A short time later the husband comes back with 6 cartons of milk.

The wife asks him, “Why did you buy 6 cartons of milk?”

He replied, “They had avocados.”

Blog (57) posted on March 27, 2008
Very interesting reply, for all,  from Erling Landsverk (44):
Message & Picutures from Dick Johnson (68):
Gary and Friends

Freddie and Margo Hiatt were good friends of my folks. Mom was
Freddie’s first cousin, as their mothers were sisters. We spent
a lot of time together over the years, and I have lots of
pictures of us together doing all kinds of things! These are
pictures of Freddie in the army, he and his stepdad Bill
Dunbar, the kids at their house south of town in about 1962,
and all of us together in the Lutheran parsonage{were they
lived] in about 1960. The boy in the middle is Terry Hiatt,
Dolores Hiatt’s son. I guess I was trying to shoot the camera??
I’m not sure if Dave and the rest have ever seen these
pictures. There are several more I will send later. Thanks
again Gary!!


Johnson, Dick 1993-1 Johnson, Dick 1993-2
Important Message from Bill Hosmer (48): 
  Gary.  As the main message indicates, it might be a hoax.  During the
winter I live in Tucson, AZ, and there is a lot of violence here.
Unlike where we grew up and where we respected our women there are
some shadowy figures lurking about.  You may not want to introduce
this to our group because all of our dialog has been of such a
positive nature, but I was compelled to make it a candidate because
these wonderful people mean so much to me, and some live in
metropolitan areas.  I knew that many women would know of this sort of
threat through the Gary Stokes circuit, and could not resist the
temptation to use your marvelous format.  I leave the choice to  you,
and  give you more accolades for building this incomparable way to
express our loyalty to those with our common heritage.  In good spirit
and thankfulness.  Bill Hosmer
Please take a minute to read this. This is very scary and could happen to any of us..
Seems l ike every nice thing people do for one another can be perverted.
A new twist on kidnapping from a very smart survivor:

About a month ago there was a woman standing by the mall entrance
passing out flyers to all the women going in. The woman had written
the flyer herself to tell about an experience she had, so that she might
warn other women. The previous day, this woman had finished shopping,
went out to her car and discovered that she had a flat.

She got the jack out of the trunk and began to change the flat.
A nice man dressed in a business suit and carrying a briefcase
walked up to her and said, ‘I noticed you’re changing a flat tire.

Would you like me to take care of it for you?’
The woman was Grateful for his offer and accepted his help.

They chatted amiably while the man changed the flat, and then put the
flat tire and the jack in the trunk, shut it and dusted his hands off.

The woman thanked him profusely, and as she was about to get in her car,
the man told her that he left his car around on the other side of the mall,
and asked if she would mind giving him a lift to his car.

She was a little surprised and she asked him why his car was on other side.

He explained that he had seen an old friend in the mall that he hadn’t seen
for some time and they had a bite to eat, visited for a while, and he got turned
around in the mall and left through the wrong exit, and now he was running late.
The woman hated to tell him ‘no’ because he had just rescued her from having to change
her flat tire all by herself, but she felt uneasy .
(Trust that gut feeling!)

Then she remembered seeing the man put his briefcase in her trunk before
shutting it and before he asked her for a ride to his car.

She told him that she’d be happy to drive him around to his car,
But she just remembered one last thing she needed to buy.
(Smart woman!!)

She said she would only be a few minutes; he could sit down in
her car and wait for her; she would be as quick as she could be.

She hurried into the mall, and told a security guard what had
happened, the guard came out to her car with her, but the man had left.
They opened the trunk, took out his locked briefcase and took it down to the police station.

The police opened it (ostensibly to look for ID so they could
return it to the man). What th ey found wa s rope, duct tape, and
knives. When the police checked her ‘flat’ tire, there was nothing

wrong with it; the air had simply been let out. It was obvious
what the man’s intention was, and obvious that he had carefully
thought it out in advance. The woman was blessed to have escaped harm. (Amen.thank you, God!)

How much worse it would have been if she had children with her and had
them wait in the car while the man fixed the tire, or if she had a baby strapped
into a car seat? Or if she’d gone against her judgment and given him a lift?

Berube 1993

3/24/2014 (1992)

Bernie Stokes, our son, is Arriving in Cebu tonight from Seattle.
Bernie, our son, will be arriving here in Cebu at 11:55 PM tonight. Needless to say Bernadette is very excited. The past couple of days she has really perked up from the low she has been at for the past couple of weeks. Bernie’s coming may be a contributing factor for her well being.
Two of Bernadette’s 80 plus year old aunts are here waiting for Bernie’s arrival too. They will be sleeping on our living room floor tonight. Our floors are tile too. For them that is like sleeping at the Holiday Inn.
Bernie is now in Korea waiting for his flight to Cebu. He said he is really tired. I told him that when we arrive home at our house from the airport, well after midnight, there will probably be lots of folks waiting to see him.
DHS Teachers
Reply from Aggie Casavant (’69):  Fort Mill, SC
 Hi   Gary,  I’m  writing  in  response to Jan Bergen Evans inquiry about  Jim and Judy Olsen.  If  I  remember  correctly  Mr.  Olsen  passed  away like I  think 4-5 years  ago. I cant  remember where  I  read  it, but I  do  remember that did I  read it. We lost  alot  of  our  teachers,  Don  Johnson, and  Dan  Morgan stand  out  first  a  foremost in  my  mind cuz  they  were my 2 most favorite  teachers. Then we lost  Mr. Hepper, Mr. Knight, Mrs.Foss and I’m  sure so  many  more….  Thanks  for  still  hanging with us  with  this  blog Gary, cuz  I  know  you have  alot  on  you  with  taking  care of  Bernedette  and  all. I  pray  for  you  both from  time  to  time.  Happy  you  have  alot  og  good help  to assist  you.  Take  Care, and God Bless you  and  Bernedette. She  is  such a  precious lady. Thanks  again  Gary,  Aggie
 James Arlan Olson, 73, of Sheridan passed away on Thursday, December 22, 2011 at his residence. 

Jim was born on January 2, 1938 to Clarence and Margaret (Zahn) Olson in New England, North Dakota. Clarence died when Jim was eight years old, Margaret later married Ralph Paulsrud.

In High School Jim was very active in basketball, football and junior legion baseball. He graduated in May of 1956 and went into the Navy in July. He was in the National Security Agency stationed in Kami Seya, Japan and honorably discharged from the United States Navy on July 30, 1962.

Jim went to Dickinson State Teachers College in Dickinson, ND where he worked various jobs in order to put himself through school. In May of 1965 he graduated with a Bachelor of Science Degree.

He met his sweetheart Judy Geck while attending Dickinson State. They were married on August 21, 1965 in St. Patrick’s Church in Dickinson, ND. The couple moved to Dunseith, ND where Jim taught business classes at the High School and coached junior varsity football and basketball. In 1968 Jim graduated with honors being inducted into the Alpha Nu Society from the University of North Dakota with an MBA. The couple then moved to Argyle, MN where Jim was the principal of the Junior and Senior High School.

The fall of 1969 Jim and Judy moved to Minneapolis, MN where Jim studied to be a stockbroker. After completing his training they moved to Bismarck, ND where he worked for Dain, Kalman and Quail. In 1971, they moved to Sheridan and Jim went to work for Piper Jaffrey. November 1979, he opened the first Dean Witter Reynolds office in Wyoming and later opened satellite offices in Gillette, Cody and Jackson in 1985.

Jim was elected to the Sheridan County School District #2 School Board, serving nine years, holding positions in every office. He was a fifty year member of the Elks, Shrine and Scottish Rite. For over thirty years he was very involved in the Dog and Cat Shelter holding various positions on the board of directors and providing constant financial advice while managing its investments. Jim was a forty year member of the Sheridan Country Club and a loyal Lion’s Club member for over forty years. On two different occasions, Jim was invited to go on the “Man of the Year” pack trip with the forest service.

Jim had a love for golf, gardening, researching investment opportunities and reading a wide variety of newspapers, magazines and books. World War II was a hot topic. He researched and read numerous books to understand each country’s stance on the war. With his vast interest in learning, the teacher in Jim continually shared articles and knowledge with people everywhere he went.

Jim was preceded in death by his parents, stepfather, grandparents, and his infant son Dan James Olson. He is survived by his wife Judy, daughter Kristen Olson of Sheridan, WY, and his sister, Renee (Dean) Rettinger, New England, ND, nieces Meribeth (Wes) Ray, New England, ND, Gina (Glenn) Delabarre, Rapid City, SD, and nephew Perry (Brenda) Rettinger, New England, ND.

Visitation for Jim will be from 6 to 7 PM on Tuesday, January 3, 2012 at Kane Funeral Home.

Services will be at 10:00 AM, on Wednesday, January 4, 2012 at the Trinity Lutheran Church with Pastor Phil Wold officiating. Interment will be in the Sheridan Elks Cemetery. A reception will follow at the Trinity Lutheran Church.

In lieu of flowers, memorials can be made to the Sheridan Dog and Cat Shelter at 84 East Ridge Road, Sheridan, WY 82801.

Kane Funeral Home has been entrusted with the arrangements.

Pritchard/Smith photo
Reply Neola Kofoid Garbe:  Bottineau & Minot, ND


I’m assuming Patsy is a nickname for Beverly Smith?  When she was my classmate (BHS Vlass of 19577, we knew her as Beverly Smith (married to a “Crummy”/address was Argyl, MN/is deceased).  The unknown girl next to Patsy/Beverly is her sister, Lois Smith Yates (Homer), BHS Class of 1958.  At one time, Homer/Lois/family’s address was Shreveport, LA.  I think she still lives there/in that area.


Back: Shirely, Lorraine & Lois Pritchard
Center: Darold Pritchard, Patsy Smith and Lois Smith
Front: John Pritchard, Dale Pritchard, ? and ?
Pritchard, Dale 1991-1
Joke of the day
“Sixty is the worst age to be,” said the 60-year-old man. “You always
feel like you have to pee and most of the time you stand there nothing
comes out. “

Ah, that’s nothin,” said the 70-year-old. “When you’re
seventy, you don’t have a bowel movement any more. You take laxatives,
eat bran, sit on the toilet all day and nothin’ comes out
Actually, “said the 80-year -old, “Eighty is the worst age of all.”
Do you have trouble peeing, too?” asked the 60-year old.
No, I pee every morning at 6:00. I pee like a racehorse; no problem at all.”
So, do you have a problem with your bowel movements?”
No, I have one every morning at 6:30.”
Exasperated, the 60-year-old said,You pee every morning at 6:00
and have a bowel movement every morning at 6:30. So what’s so bad about being 80
I don’t wake up until 7:00.”
Blog (56) posted on March 26, 2008
From Dean Stickland (73):
Gary – you might want to send this on – perhaps some of the class of ’73
will recall it.

To Ardys Bakken Horner, former 8th Grade Teacher to the class of ’73:

Yes, I remember well the rat incident in 8th grade English class.
Actually, when I saw your message a couple of days ago, I told that story
to my wife and daughters and we all had a good chuckle.  I wondered then
if you remembered the incident and your email today confirmed it.

Do you remember who “accidently” slightly ripped his book page that day
and came up to your desk to ask for some tape to fix it?  Some of us boys
(about four of us) just happened to know what was in your tape drawer that
afternoon.  I was a bit anxious about the potential outcome of following
through with “the plan” that day, but we were all well rewarded when you
opened the drawer, saw the rat, then simultaneously shrieked in wide-eyed
terror, jumped about three feet into the air and somehow made it past me
and out the door before touching the floor again.  You were absolutely

If my memory is accurate the rest of the class time that day seemed a tad
bit strained for some of us.  I always wondered if you ever found out who
was involved with that rat.  Thanks for all you did for us and for all you
put up with.  Our sentence structure and punctuation may not be perfect,
but we owe our ability to communicate to you and a select few others who
patiently gave of your time and effort to help us learn.

I have great memories of growing up in Dunseith.
Dean Stickland (73)
Olympia, WA

Reply from Evon Lagerquist (77):
Gary, Mom remembers the accident. She remembers that they were coming home from Dunseith, with salt blocks in the back seat on the floor, and Ray falling on one and getting a bloody nose. The accident happened just east of the Willow Lake School house,(sounds like the same area where the accident with Mr. Parrill happened)! Anyway, Mom said that Dad was pretty much off the road when they met and still got side-swiped!!!!
Evon, Your mother is absolutely correct with what I remember happening.  Your dad could see us coming and drove as far as he could off the road to avoid getting hit.  My dad must have had his blinders on that day.  I remember the impact as being pretty solid.  Ray would have been about 1 year old at the time.  I think he was born in 1952.  You realize this accident happened about 55 years ago.  Good memories of the not so good. Gary
From Bonnie Awalt Houle (56):
Dear Gary,
    I am sure we all can remember things that we did as children that when we look back on them today we simply shake our heads and say “Whatever made us believe we could do that!”
    I remember when we were kids they would shoot the fourth of July fireworks from the top of the gravel pit.  All the people would park their cars in our pasture and watch the display.
     One year when I was in about the third grade and my brother Bill was in the first grade, we got it into our heads that we could put on our own fireworks display.  The day after the fourth we climbed up on the gravel pit and gathered up all the left overs from the display.  We had a lot of fireworks!  Bill, Allen Rubachi and I each were loaded down with loot.  We carried it down to our barn.  At the barn we dumped all the powder out of the fireworks onto an old door in the hayloft of the barn.
     We talked about what a beautiful fireworks show we were going to see once we lit the powder on fire.  We were imagining all the beautiful colors and the great booming sounds we would hear.
      It was a pretty breezy day and we were having a difficult time lighting the match and getting our fireworks lit.  Finally it was decided that Allen would shield the fireworks from the wind with his hands and arms while we lit the fire.  The match touched the pile of powder and everything just exploded!  Fire was everywhere!  Allen went screaming and running home.  I ran to get my Mother to call the fire department.  I wasn’t sure where Bill was.
     Bill ran for a pail to put out the fire. His problem was the pail he found had a hole in it.  Bill never gave up, he was still running from the water trough to the fire with his leaky bucket when the fire department showed up.  The barn was saved, partly because of Bills leaky bucket.
     Allen had blistered his hands, arms and face.  Since Allen hauled the wood for his families cook stove which he now couldn’t do, our Dad decided that as part of our punishment Bill and I would now carry the wood that Allen couldn’t carry.  Allen healed with no scars, Bill and I learned the difference between fireworks and gun powder.   I think that Bill must have had some natural instinct for fighting fires because he was the fire chief in Rolla for many years.
Bonnie Awalt Houle Class of 56  Written with Bills permission as long as I didn’t make him look to bad!
From Paul Grossman (70):
REPLY:  SHARON/BEV.   Sharon –  brother Pete lives in Hazen and he works in Montana as a coal miner –  He and his wife Julie have three grown kids and two young granddaughters-  Life has been very busy for them.I will say Hi for you.  Parrell is a States attorney and lives in Bismarck-  They have 3 kids.
Bev:  So nice to hear from you-    Did you really think we would not catch you-  you gals were always  so much fun to chase.     May Day was great practice for later in life,  Pat ,  my wife  was faster than me – we have two great boys-   Life has been good and  we are all getting older-   I remember  having lots of fun with you and your brother and sisters.   One can move away but as I said before – new friends are fun to have but old friends are ALWAYS  to KEEP.      Say Hi to All      Paul
Reply :     Mark , Dave ,   Dick           Hey guys  those cars were lots for fun but the old car i remember was  one Dick had – an old  4 door – he would  drive us younger  kids around hours on end-  we thought we were kings on the hill  when we went riding with Dick.   Dick and that old car made us feel special. As I got older  I keep that memory close  and  I would carry it on .    I think I can still feel just what they felt when i would pull up in my 1968 -428 – Mustang  Cobra Jet  – we would RIDE.     Dick thanks for  being there when us younger guys needed a boost.   I spend alot of my spare time hunting old car  for friends        Paul
From Gary Metcalfe (57):  
Hello all,  Because of our geographical location, some of us were blessed to have known some of the first generation, called pioneers.  Henry Hagen was one, he produced a son, Clarence, that probably would be called a hero if we knew what he did in WWII.  Earl Fassett and Wilmar Fassett, the old guard they were.  Henry and Earl had a look about them that said, “all is well”.
Grandma Randina Evans had a twinkle in her eye and chuckle.  She traded her lady like clothes off for the blue bib overalls and five buckle overshoes and loved every minute of working outside.  She was at her best when she had Nellie and Squirrley on the hay rake raking hay. I washed the cream separater with her every day in the winter, she was always singing or whistling.  She lost children, sent sons to the wrong division in WWII. I know that many pioneers were of this quality.
Then came the Brokow’s greatest generation, our parents.  They survived the great depression, went to war or to work and I mean they worked, and they let us work too.  I never have seen a man or kid that worked too hard, I have seen some women that did.  The first generation had a great spirit without the use of props that came on the scene.  They did not need fancy cars, jewelry, clothes or foofoo water.  Second generation was about the same.  I forgot about Grandma’s chopper mitts.  Thirty below zero, you would see her swing her arms and slap those mitts against her body, rosy cheeks and a twinkle in her eye.
Keep the history coming, sure do enjoy reading it.  Gary Metcalfe
From Bev Morinville Azure (72):
Dick,   love  the  pic’s   and   loved  u  remembered to  roll up  those  pants .   How  cool   must  have  been a   fun  night.
to  all my  classmates  of  72  ” YOU  ALL  ROCK” !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!   72   still  is  a   close  class  when i  got  cancer   they  took a  donation and   got a  tv  and  raffled  it  off  and   clarence and  I recieved  over 800  dollars   to help  with  gas  to and  from Minot  for  my radaition. I  am blessed  to  have  such wonderful   classmates  that have  always  shown people    so much  love.  so  I would  like  to  thank  everyone  who   took a  chance  on the  TV . Loretta Wall   happen  to  win   wtg Loretta    all that   good  karma  is  coming back to u.  i love  all u  guys  thanks  for  the prayers and  help.   love  bev
Pictures from Dick Johnson (68):
Gary and Friends

Here are some pictures from 1960 that you might find
interesting. They are of a mock wedding skit for some womens
group. It is in the basement of the Stone Church. The reluctant
bride is Randi Fuchs and I am the groom. The judge is none
other than the Honorable Terry “Lars” Halvorson! I wonder if
Lars missed his calling!! I don’t remember what the purpose of
this skit was, but I know we really weren’t given a choice, as
I recall!! The ladies are Dorothy Fassett [back row], Vida
Hiatt,?, Myrtle Olson, Julia Hiatt, Mrs. Grimme [back row],
Mrs. Bogus and Bernadette, maybe Mabel Boardman, ?, ?,.. I
don’t think the marriage lasted until the lunch was done!
Thanks Gary!


Johnson, Dick 1992-3 Johnson, Dick 1992-1 Johnson, Dick 1992-2

3/23/2014 (1991)

Pictures for ID
From Dale Pritchard (’63):  Leesville, LA.
In the first picture, I am trying to get some identification on the three girls on the right.  What I do know is as follows:  L-R Back Row: Shirley, Lorraine and Lois Pritchard (my sisters).  Center Row:  Darold Pritchard (my oldest bother), Patsy Smith (Doris Smith Pritchard’s sister) and (?).  Front Row: John Pritchard (my next older brother), Dale Pritchard, (?) and (?).  I believe the picture was taken “around” 1950 judging by own size. 
In the second picture, the same three girls are located #5, 6 and 7 from the left.  Again, the line up is Dale, Darold, Lois and John Pritchard, ?, ? and ?, and Patsy Smith.
Thanks for any help anyone can provide.
Dale Pritchard  
Back: Shirely, Lorraine & Lois Pritchard
Center: Darold Pritchard, Patsy Smith and ?
Front: John Pritchard, Dale Pritchard, ? and ?
Pritchard, Dale 1991-1
Dale, Darold, Lois and John Pritchard, ?, ? and ?, and Patsy Smith.
Pritchard, Dale 1991-2
North Dakota, Parade of State Champions
Posting from Larry Hackman (’66):  Bismarck, ND
In the process of pasting pictures preparing yesterday’s blog, your pictures got replaced with that newspaper article. It is not something I do, it just happens. Most of the time I catch these errors, but yesterday I didn’t catch this error until I was posting the blog in our website.
So sorry for this error Larry.
I hope this note finds you and your family doing well.
I have to let everyone know that I will have two grandchildren marching in this years North Dakota, Parade of State Champions along with many other State High School Champions during the break between the North Dakota Class B Girls State Basketball Competitions being held at the Dome at Fargo, North Dakota.  The parade will take place with introductions between the game for third place and the Final game for the ND Class B Girls State Championship.
Hackman 1991-1 Hackman 1991-2
Hope you all will be watching.
Proud Grandpa,
Wayne Johnson, Son of Beatrice Dailly (’38), Obituary.
I knew Wayne when I lived in Bremerton. I used to see him often when he worked at Lowe’s hardware store. Wayne and I had lots of nice chats with my many visits to Lowe’s. He was always very friendly and very helpful too.
Wayne’s mother, Beatrice, was a sister to Ernest Dailly. She too is such a nice friendly gal.  She lives in the Oak Manor apartments in Bottineau.
Wayne wife’s (Joan Bergman Johnson) parents were Harold and Margaret Bergman, another nice family.
We extend our condolences to Joan, Beatrice and all of Wayne’s family with his passing. He will be missed.

Wayne Nilen Johnson

of Bremerton, WA

July 12, 1940

to March 12, 2014


Wayne Nilen Johnson was born in Bottineau, N.D. to Joseph and Beatrice Johnson. He was the oldest of eight children. He graduated from Bottineau High School, and then received his business certificate from college.

Wayne married Joan Bergman in September 1961. They moved to Bismarck, N.D. to start their new life together. While in Bismarck, N.D., they had two sons: Kirk and Craig. In November 1968, they ventured out West to Bremerton, Wash., where Wayne started his new job at the Kitsap Sun newspaper as credit manager, and later as an office manager. In 1989, he started his own excavating business.

Wayne was an active member of the Holy Trinity Catholic Church and enjoyed taking the Eucharist to shut-ins. He developed real friendships with those people. He was a very gregarious, gentle, and caring man with a sense of humor that most enjoyed. He was totally involved in his sons’ lives and was their best friend as they grew up. He coached Kirk’s little league baseball team and was active in Craig’s Boy Scout Group. Wayne enjoyed fishing, golfing, motorcycling, and in later years his golf cart enabled him to join our neighbors, children, and pets on our half-mile road.

Wayne passed away peacefully with his wife by his side. He was preceded in death by his father, Joseph. Wayne is survived by his wife, Joan; mother, Beatrice; sons, Kirk (Melissa) of Tacoma and Craig (Judy) of Gig Harbor; two grandsons, Nicholas and Kyle; seven siblings: Julie (Merle) Kroeplin, Gary (Marsha) Johnson, Patty (Arnie) Kleppe, Ryan (Bev) Johnson, Paul (Sharon) Johnson, Barton (Marina) Johnson, and Cathy (Mark) Brekke; plus five nieces and seven nephews.

There will be a funeral Mass at the Holy Trinity Catholic Church and celebration of life gathering, approximately the first week of May. Online memorial can be seen at www.tuellmckeebremerton.com. In lieu of flowers, memorials may be made to a charity of your choice in Wayne’s name or to “Disabled American Vets”

Posting from Susan Fassett Martin (65):  Spearfish, SD
This is a book that I have in my collection.  Just thought people might be interested in seeing it.
Fassett, Susan 1991-1 Fassett 1991-2
Joke of the day
Posted by Don Malaterre (’71):  Sioux Falls, SD.

Ole, an 80 year old man was having his annual checkup and the doctor asked him how he was feeling.

“I’ve never been better!” he boasted. “I’ve got an eighteen year old bride who’s pregnant and having my child! What do you think about that?”

The doctor considered this for a moment, then said, “Let me tell you a story. I knew a guy who was an avid hunter. He never missed a season. But one day went out in a bit of a hurry and he accidentally grabbed his umbrella instead of his gun.” The doctor continued, “So he was in the woods and suddenly a grizzly bear appeared in front of him! He raised up his umbrella, pointed it at the bear and squeezed the handle.”

“And do you know what happened?” the doctor queried.

Dumbfounded, Ole replied “No.”

The doctor continued, “The bear dropped dead in front of him!”

“That’s impossible!” exclaimed Ole. “Someone else must have shot that bear.”

“I think your catching on, Ole…” replied the doctor.

Blog (55) posted on March 25, 2008
From  Ardys Bakken Horner – Former Teacher:
Gary thanks for calling and starting this communication circuit.  a big Hi to my former students  when I taught 8th grade English and 7th
grade home economics.  I think Mrs. Nelson was the main home ec teacher, they just gave me 7th grade to keep me happy.  I wonder how many of you remember the incident of the dead baby rat quite frozen in my top drawer one day  (right after lunch).!!  i never did find out who found that poor little thing and left it for me to “notice” after roll call, i can still remember Dan Morgan chuckling about that one.  Ardys
From Martha Lamb Schepp (68):
Dear Gary,

My e-mail has been down for some time. I enjoy the correspondence so much. I see back in January where you were asking if I knew about Lynne Abrahamson . I have talked with a couple aunts in the Turtle Mountains and they do not know a Lynne Abrahamson. There are Abrahamsons in the area that we are not related to .

On another note I would like to ask for prayers and concern for my brother Dean Lamb’s daughter, Felicia Marie Lamb. She was seriously hurt in a car accident in the Minneapolis suburb of Glencoe, Minn. on Friday morning. She was in a snowstorm and went into a skid and slid into a larger vehicle on a two lane and ended up rolling her car. Things have been touch and go this weekend but I think it was a better night last night. She has a bleed in her head, broken collar bone, punctured lung from broken ribs, fractured pelvis, she is on the ventilator, Thank goodness for seat belts or we may have lost her. To read about her progress you can go on website:
caringbridge.org/visit/feliciamarielamb Felicia plans to be married in Bottineau in June. Thanks for your concern.

I love the stories that are jogging our minds. Keep up the site. My husband and I are waiting to hear more about the cruise. We have been on one cruise and had a great time. An Alaskan cruise was one thing we were planning to do when we retired but we think it would be fun to go with people from Dunseith. (Retirement is still a ways away).

Martha Lamb Schepp

Replies from Paul Grossman (70):
Reply:  To Sharon Longie Dana {73}  Paul Grossman {70}     Sharon you surely know what all older 3 grader boys say when  they first see  the new 1 grade girls   and I quote   [ Know there’s  a new girl that needs a teeter- totter ride ]   those were the  days. 
Reply:    To Diane Larson{70}  Paul Grossman {70}    Diane  Your memory is better than mine –  I due remember the barn shaped house and the Fountain’s .   There were alot of  Sisters .    They had a  store  next to the Fountain’s  and Margate would spend alot of time there and that’s how I got to know them.   The hoola hoops were always fun especially  when the boys could beat the girls at there own game.     Sister Pat doing fine- she lives south of Velva ND.
Reply:     To Crystal Fassett Anderson {70}  Paul Grossman {70}    Crystal  Thank You for the SPECIAL  pictures  I will always cherish them-   The  pictures  that you all share  are  most likely the only ones that some of us will ever be blessed to see again.    A  simple Thank You  is not even close enough, my most humble regards  Paul  [70}
Reply from Erling Landsverk (44):
Erling, You mentioned knowing Norman Hiatt.  He is now deceased, but all 4 of his children, Jim, Maryls, Vickie & Lori are all on this distribution list.  Also, from the location of your home, It sounds like you would have lived about a half a mile north of the current Lester Halvorson farm.  Lester & Dorothy’s daughter, Lynn, has been forwarding all these messages to her folks. You may remember some of the Halvorson’s. Gary
Question from Jan Bergan Evans (66):
Hi Gary I was wandering if anyone knows what happen to Jim and Judy Olson Olsen?? He was a business teacher in 1965 66 Thanks She also was a teacher but I can’t remember what she taught
Folks, LeaRae Parrill Espe was asking this same question a few months back.  We have been unable to locate them. I noticed in the Dunseith book, James & Judith Olson were hired, as teachers, in 1966.  Please let us know if any of you have any idea where Jim and Judy may be living these days.  Gary
From Arlan Wenstad (64):
Hi gary me again. Do you remember when your dad and Therman Parrill had a head on car accident right at the Willow Lake school hill. We were playing ball at recess at the time, when we heard a crash. Good thing no body got killed,but pretty shaken up. I don’t remember what kind of cars they were driving, but they were both totaled out. Maybe it’s a good thing it happen there, because i’m sure they both slowed down because of school kids.
Arlan, I don’t remember that accident, but my dad wasn’t noted for being the best driver in the world.  Since you guys were playing ball, this must have been in the spring or fall months.  I do remember my dad having another accident on that same road, in the winter, with Johnny Lagerquist. That too was a pretty hard impact, but, as I remember, both cars were still drivable.  I remember being in the car with that accident.  I was about 5 years old at the time.  A year or so later we had another accident when the train hit our car, near the cemetery, going into Bottineau.  Our car was totaled in that accident.  We were very lucky to be alive.
Evon Lagerquist, can you ask your mother if she remembers that accident?  Clayton or LeaRae, Maybe you guys can ask Marie if she remembers the accident that my dad had with them too.  Gary
Message/Pictures from Dick Johnson (68):
Gary and All Friends

I have enclosed a couple pictures taken at Lake Metigoshe in
about 1991. Dwane and Candice Getzlaff had a 50s night at the
drive in. We have a cabin just a short way up the road from
there and he asked me to bring one of my cars to help make the
night a sucess. The car is a 1956 Ford Crown Victoria. We got
into the swing of fifties clothes, at least my wife and
daughter did! When Jennifer asked me “how are you going to
dress Dad”?, I said “just put on a white T shirt and leave the
rest alone”!! I look like the fifties all the time!!! We had a
great time and several other guys brought out their old cars
too! I had this car for about 22 years and sold it to a very
good friend from St.John, just a couple of years ago. He really
wanted to have it and I was looking for something else anyway!
It has been really great hearing from more new people, please
keep the memories coming!! Thanks again Gary!


Johnson, Dick 1991-1 Johnson, Dick 1991-2

3/22/2014 (1990)

No Blog yesterday
For the record I did not get a blog posted yesterday.
  Happy  Birthday  Diane  Millang  Volk  (DHS  ’77): Sherwood, ND
Millang, Diane 1990
       Happy  Birthday  Julie  Knox  Seier  (DHS  ’82):  Minot,  ND
Knox, Julie 1990
Dave and Winifred Eurich’s Granddaughter
     Happy Birthday Wendy Strietzel: Minot, ND
Strietzel, Wendy 1990
Posted by Neola Kofoid Garbe:  Bottineau & Minot, ND
Carol Baker
(April 27, 1949 – March 18, 2014)

Carol Baker




Carol Baker, age 66 of Dunseith, died Tuesday in a Minot hospital. Funeral services will be held on Tuesday at 10:00 A.M. in the Earth/Eagleheart Cultural Center in Dunseith. A wake will be held on Monday, beginning at 4:00 P.M. in the Center. Burial will be in the Sunrise View Cemetery of rural Dunseith.


Carol Jean Baker, a daughter of Louis Deschamp and Mary Cecelia Day, was born on April 24, 1947 at Rolette. She was reared and educated in the Dunseith area. After her education, she remained in the Dunseith area. On June 1, 1987 she was married to Paul Baker at Belcourt. He passed away on March 7, 1997. Carol has continued to make Dunseith her home.


She enjoyed raising her children and grand children, traveling visiting with family and friends. Carol was a member of the Indian Alliance Church of rural Dunseith.


She is survived by daughters, Deloris Baker, Dora Roussin, Jessica St. Claire, Patricia Roussin, Miranda St. Claire and Felisha St. Claire; sons. Michael Baker, Kevin James, Christopher Baker, Leslie James Jr. and Tony Baker; 12 grandchildren; sisters, Alfreda Longie and Ginger Pawlak; many nieces and nephews.

Pictures from Dale Pritchard (’63): p Leesville, LA
Pritchard, Dale 1990-1 Pritchard, Dale 1990-2
Blog (54) posted on March 24, 2008
Gary Stokes’ (65) reply to Rod Hiatt (69):
Rod, I can remember your dad, Howard Hiatt, being a power house batter at our annual Ackworth Alumni picnics that were held, annually, the first Sunday after the 4th of July at the Ackworth school.  Traditionally the adults would play baseball after the meal.  When your dad would get up to bat, it was very common for him to bat the ball deep into the woods of Margie Hiatt’s pasture to the west of the school grounds.
I can also remember your dad being a very skilled deer hunter too, with the annual deer hunting parties they used to have at the Harry Hiatt farm that was owned by Stanley & Alex Gilje and Carl Myre from Rolette. Your dad always got his deer the first day and then would fill a host of other tags for the rest of the hunting party.  Traditionally they’d have 40 to 50 folks in that hunting party.  I know your dad filled my dads tag with a deer many times.  From what I understand, in our folks younger days, they used to get a deer or two or three or four with their trips, in the winter months,  to get loads of hay from the stacks in the fields.
Reply from Dick Johnson (68):
Gary and Friends

I remember the 60 Chevy that Dave Wurgler owned. It was a white
two door hardtop and I think Bob Peterson did buy it after Dave
traded it in. I currently am building a 409 engine with three
deuces to put in a 1951 Merc two door. The car is going to
Minot shortly for a four inch top chop at Nodak Classics. Stan
Saylor, a good friend of mine, is a master at chops. He is in
the Dakota Cruisers car club, of which I believe Arlan Wenstad
is also a member.I’m sorry if this email sounds “Greek” to some
of you, but my fellow gearheads know what I’m refering to!! I
think that the 58 Pointiac that Dave and later Billy Satrang
owned also had a green insert on the side, which had a row of
stars running the length of it. Does my memory serve me
correctly? Happy motoring!!

Thanks Gary!!


Gary Stokes’ (65) reply to Erling Landsverk’s (44) letter to the National Geographic Society attached yesterday:
Erling,  What a wonderfully written letter to the National Geographic Magazine. Did you get a reply from them or better yet, I’m hoping they published it?  You have described North Dakota and the people living in the state well and without exaggeration.  Where in the Turtle Mountains did you live?  I lived in the Ackworth community.  Our farm was locate 5 miles west of the Peace Garden.  We could see the Arnold Zeiler farm located on the SW corner of the Peace Garden 4 miles to the East and about 1 mile north from our place.  Gary
From Larry Hackman (66):
This article was in the Bismarck Tribune a while back.  The orgin of the nameing  of Rolette County.  The author of this story has several stories of North Dakota history in his web site.
Pem-1 Pem-2

Dunseith 1990

3/20/2014 (1989)

Posted by Neola Kofoid Garbe:  Bottineau & Minot, ND
Carol Baker
(April 27, 1949 – March 18, 2014)

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Carol Baker, age 66 of Dunseith, died Tuesday at a Minot hospital. Funeral services will be held on Tuesday at 10:00 A.M. in the Earth/Eagleheart Cultural Center in Dunseith. A wake will be held on Monday beginning at 4:00 P.M. in the Center. Burial will be in the AllianceCemetery of rural Dunseith

Blog (53) posted on March 23, 2008
Again, I’d like to remind everyone that I reply to or include in the daily messages each and every email message I receive from you folks.  If you don’t see your message or if you have not gotten a reply from me, then I have not seen your message.  You can use anyone of my 3 email addresses to send messages.  I have discovered that a very small fraction of email does not get delivered with no reply letting the sender know that it did not get delivered.
Please keep these message coming.  It’s so nice hearing from each and everyone of you.
Former Teacher – Ardys Bakken Horner:
When I called Marsha Getzlaff Bakken, putting the class list of 74 together, she mention that Mrs. Bakken had been a school teacher in Dunseith.  Marsha gave me her phone number, so I called her.  Mrs. Bakken was hired at Dunseith in 1968. She taught 2 years at Dunseith followed with another 3 years teaching at Belcourt. She taught 8th grade English.  Her husband was the pastor of the Lutheran church in Dunseith.
Talking with Ardys, she told me that she has remained in communication with a lot of the Dunseith folks over the years.  She mentioned a lot of you folks that are on this distribution list and she especially remembers the folks from Pam Fugere’s class and that would have been the class of 73. Putting the math together, she would have had the class of 74 too, the following year.  Gary
Ardys’ address:  Ardys Bakken Horner, 14144 Fox Lake Rd, Detroit Lakes, MN 56511.  Phone (218) 847-1483   
Susan Malaterre Johnson’s (69) Message & reply to Picture:
Hi,  Ask Debbie and Bev Morinville if they remember making “mud pies” out side of the city hall when we met some real rock band members.  We grew up withing sec.s and tried to push our pies aside.  I never made the concert because my Grandmother, Amy Bradford, would not let me out.  I heard that they had an wonderful time.  Susan Johnson
What beautiful children.  If only we could compare the best of times to today,  They may have more opp. and be beyond us, but do to the whole package, we win.  S malaterre
From Keith Pladson (66):
It’s really enjoyable reading all your emails about Dunseith and the input from fellow alumni of DHS.  A big kudo to you for getting this started and keeping it going.  Please continue it.

Now, a response to a couple of recent inputs.

First to Mr. Allen Richard.
I don’t remember you, and you probably don’t remember me.  However, as a fellow alumni, it sounds like you’ve done well.  Congratulations.

I don’t personally share your reverence for Mr. William Jefferson Clinton and quite possibly don’t share your views on politics in general.  (I happen to believe “global warming,” gas prices and our economy would be pretty much the same today regardless of who is sitting in the White House!)  But, one of the things my dearly departed mother used to tell my siblings and I when we were young, was that the quickest way to ruin a good relationship was to start discussing “politics” or religion.”  With many years of living behind me and upon reflection of that lifetime, I have to agree with her.  So please, with all due respect, lets not make this a political forum and ruin a good thing.

To Russell and Glenda Fauske.
Do you have any photos of the “Fauske Fiddlers” you are willing to share with all?  I’ve had the pleasure of hearing you and your sons play a couple of times and really enjoyed it.
Keith Pladson (66)

From Sharon Longie Dana (73):
message for Paul Grossman

what ever happened to your brothers Peter and
Parrill??? where are they now?? I remember riding
bikes with them and playin softball.

From Erling Landsverk (44):
Rod Hiatt’s (69) reply to Dick Johnson (68):
Dicks recollection of my baseball incident jarred my memory (not quite as
much as the ball did). The only 2 things that I remember about that, was
when they were hauling me back to my house, when I came to, I heard
Carmen Meyers tell them to push my eye back in as it was falling out (not
a good thought to wake up to) and the nurse asking me if I was trying to
be another Mickey Rooney (I think she may have meant Mickey Mantel) but
then again she may have seen me play ball and the Mickey Rooney thing
was probably closer.
I also got hit in that same lot by the Catholic church by a golf ball
hit by Mark Schimitz. I must have been a good target.
Dave Wurgler’s (64) reply to Dick Johnson (68):
HEY–Dick Johnson:  wow 58 chev with  348, that was big  and a baby to the 409 for seventy seven dollars you stole that son of a@@##HHHtch. Still had that car, worth big bucks.  When I left Dunseith I had traded my 58 Pontiac with Joe Speath as the salesman for Theels for a 60 Impala 2 dr ht and Billy Satrang bought  the the Pontiac and when I got to Rugby the little chev wasn’t fast enough so I traded for a 63 SS 409 which held its grounds until the muscle cars became the power so I retired the 409 and went top dog. Today the 409 is worth about thirty to forty grand. make a long story short seventy seven dollars wasn’t a bad investment.  I think Bobby Peterson. Sharons brother ended up with my 60 Impala. Happy Day everyone.———-Dave Wurgler
Mark Schimetz’s (70) Reply to Dave Wurgler (64):
Dave, I just had to comment on the Star Chief I bet that baby screamed!! 
See!, I had a 57 Pontiac Star Chief, with a 347 ci. 4bbl carb and 4 speed automatic transmission, and as you said it wasn’t slow shifting after the rpms came on, Best car I ever had, heater cores under the seat, windows wouldn’t even frost windows on the coldest winter days,,,,,, but that was kind of embarrassing sometimes.Auto emoticonEye-rolling smiley emoticon
I had Gary Pigeon work the engine and tune it. The ribbon would run out of room as it turned red across the speed-o-meter, and was still climbing.  Imagine, on F78 bias ply tires. Auto emoticon
I missed the purchase of two of them one a 4dr. the other a 2 door,, by hours.
I have had GTX’s, Roadrunners, Impala’s SS models, 4 Pontiacs, and more but that 57 Starchief was always my favorite of them all.  It was a 4dr hdtp and I traded a 60 Chevy impala convertible to Lawrence (junior) Hettle for the Starchief.  I saw and visited with him and his brothers for several hours after his mothers funeral.  I told him I would trade him again the same way.  He said he would take the same trade again, I don’t think anyone could have been happier about a trade of vehicle.
Messages from Bev Morinville Azure (72):
Happy  Easter   to  u all,  Paul Grossman  WOW   talk  about  a  blast  from the  past…….  we  always  had  so much  fun with  u  Grossman  boys   I  will always  remember  u guys   on  May  day and  we   would  always   swear  that  this  year  u  wouldn’t   catch us  and  we   tryed  to be  so  dang  sneaky  but   u  guys  always   came  up with the  most cleaver  ways  to   catch  us.  Would  be a  blast  to see u  guys  again. Were  are u  all at..  Did  u  remember  having all those dances  at  our  house?   Hope  things  are   great  for  u  I think about  u  guys  so often .   Bev Morinville ( Azure) 
Sharon  Longie   please email   me  at    my personal  e mail addy   ok  ndgal1953@yahoo .com  i  would  love   to  reconnect  with  u  have thought  about  u  so many times  during  the   years..  Bev
From Dave Slyter (70):
Gary and all DHS Alumni:

Hope your Easter is a blessed one with family and friends.   Fargo has 6 inches of fresh new snow.   But hey, its 36 above.  ha

Dave Slyter (70)

3/19/2014 (1988)

Posted by Neola Kofoid Garbe:  Bottineau & Minot, ND
Lillian Allard
(Died March 16, 2014)

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Lillian Allard

Lillian Allard, age 86 of Bottineau, died Sunday at a Bottineau nursing home.  Funeral mass will be held on Friday at 11:00 am at the St. Mark’s Catholic Church in Bottineau.  Visitation will be Thursday from 1:00 pm until 9:00 pm with a prayer service at 7:00 pm all at the Nero Funeral Home in Bottineau.  Burial will be at the Notre Dame Catholic Cemetery at Willow City.
Lillian Rita Allard, a daughter of Noe and Alma Cote, was born on January 19, 1928 at Willow City.  She was reared there and graduated from the Notre Dame Academy in 1946.  On November 4, 1947, she married William Allard at Willow City.  They made their home at Overly.  They retired from farming in 2002 and in 2003 they moved into Bottineau.  One year later, they entered the Bottineau Good Samaritan center.  Bill passed away on September 8, 2008.
She was a member of the Notre Dame Catholic Church in Willow City where she was a member of the Altar Society.  She later became a member of St. Mark’s Catholic Church in Bottineau.  She was also a member of the Overly Homemakers and T.O.P.S.
She is survived by her daughters, Judy Allard of Bottineau, Susan (Leland) Larshus of Bottineau, Lori (Al) Scheirlinck of Boissevain, Manitoba, and Renae (John) Steinauer of Bellevue, NE; 6 grandchildren; 2 great-grandchildren; one brother, LeRoy Cote and numerous nieces and nephews.
In addition to her husband and parents, she was preceded in death by her son, Leslie Allard; 4 brothers and 4 sisters.
Arrangements were with the Nero Funeral Home in Bottineau.  Friends may sign the online register book at www.nerofuneralhome.net.
Clayton (Kick) McKay’s Grandson, Michael James Rameden Obituary
Posted by Vickie Metcalfe (’70):  Bottineau, ND
Michael James Rameden

Birth Date: November 7, 1991
Place of Birth: Maddock, North Dakota
Date Departed: March 16, 2014
Resided: Ray, North Dakota
Age: 22
Michael James Rameden, 22, of Ray, ND, died Sunday morning, March 16, 2014 in a tragic automobile vehicle accident, west of Williston, ND.

His funeral will be celebrated Friday morning, March 21, 2014, at 11:00 a.m. at the old Ray High School Gym. Pastor Steve Anderson will officiate and interment will take place sometime in the spring at Persilla Watts Cemetery in Rugby, ND.

Michael was born November 7, 1991 in Maddock, ND to Jerry and Cleo (McKay) Rameden. He was raised in Maddock, until age six when he went to live with his mom, south of Ray. He attended Harney School, switching to the Ray School for sixth grade. He graduated from Ray High School with the Class of 2010. Mike loved football and was the quarterback and a running back for Williams County Firestorm, and also played basketball and ran track for Ray. He was also a member of the student council, and was a honor student, a tech guy for plays put on at the school.

After school he attended Bismarck State College for two years and NDSU in Fargo for a year. He worked at the Buckle while in Bismarck, a job that totally fit Michael’s love for clothes. He like to look good and was always well dressed. During these years, you would find Michael at the gym, at work or school.

Michael was a perfectionist, took good care of his things, and liked everything to be orderly. He even his kept his work truck clean and neat. He wasn’t afraid to try anything new, and always leapt at the opportunity for a new task at work.

Mike enjoyed the outdoors and activities outside such as paint ball and snowmobiling, although he could also play video games indoors for hours too.

Michael loved his family and friends dearly, and they loved and adored him. He was very good with his nieces and nephews, a loving brother, uncle and son. Michael had a big heart and always looked out for those in need, whether it be ensuring less fortunate students didn’t get picked on or wearing a snazzy red dress while raising money for Relay for Life.

In March of 2013 he met a wonderful young lady, a nursing student in Bismarck, Andrea Boerger. They were currently engaged to be married.

Surviving Mike are his family: father, Jerry Rameden of Maddock; mother, Cleo Rameden of Ray; his three brothers, Clinton (Angela) McKay of Williston, Clifton (Jeanette) Rameden of Rugby, and Joseph (Courtney) Rameden of Maddock; grandma, Mary Jane Armstrong of Rugby; grandpa, Clayton McKay of Dunseith; his fiancee, Andrea Boerger of Bismarck; eight nieces and two nephews, Kendra, Krystal, LaRissa, Kaitly, Mckayla, Dillon, Kyler, Kelsey, Taya and Alyssa; one grand-niece and one grand-nephew.

He was preceded in death by his grandma, Mary Ann Dosch, grandpa, Joe Rameden; and his great-grandparents.

In lieu of flowers, memorials may be directed to Relay for Life or the charity of one’s choice.

Friends may call at the Everson Funeral Home Thursday from 9:00 a.m. until 6:00 p.m. and Friday at the old gym for the hour preceding the funeral.

The Everson Funeral Home of Williston is caring for the family.

Posting from Larry Hackman (’66):  Bismarck, ND
I had to forward this note and pictures of my 3 year old grandson.
Isaiah loves super heroes.

From: “Lynn Hackman”

> Went into Isaiah’s room after naptime and he had on his “jet pack” he told
> me! Flash unders!

Joke of the day
Posted by Keith Pladson (’66):  Roanoke Rapids, NC
Six retired Irishmen were playing poker in O’Leary’s apartment when Paddy Murphy loses $500 on a single hand, clutches his chest, and drops dead at the table.  Showing respect for their fallen brother, the other five continue playing standing up.

Michael O’Conner looks around and asks, “Oh, me boys, someone’s got to tell Paddy’s wife. Who will it be?”

They drew straws. Paul Gallagher picks the short one. They tell him to be discreet, be gentle, don’t make a bad situation worse.

“Discreet???  I’m the most discreet Irishman you’ll ever meet.  Discretion is my middle name.  Leave it to me.”

Gallagher goes over to Murphy’s house and knocks on the door.  Mrs. Murphy answers, and asks what he wants.

Gallagher declares, “Your husband just lost $500 and is afraid to come home.”

“Tell him to drop dead!” says Murphy’s wife.

“I’ll go tell him,” says Gallagher.

Blog (52) posted on March 22, 2008
From Dick Johnson (68):
Gary and all

I hope you all have a Happy Easter with friends and family!!


From Sharon Longie Dana (73):
Hi Gary,
This has been great remembering some of the
Dragon Days” I agree with Paul ONCE A DRAGON ALWAYS A
This message is actually for Paul…I remember you my
first day of school…..you gave me my first teeter tot
ride……I thought you were awesome. ( :0 )
Message to Bev Morinville Azure.
Hang in there you’re almost done.  You were always a
survivor and you can get thru this.  Thoughts and
prayers are with you each day. I have many memories of
you, me, Wanda, Vickie, Brenda, and Marsha.  Those
were the days.
Sharon Longie Dana
Reply from Allen Richard (65):

I keep that picture in my office.  I live in a community overrun by Republicans.  I use it as a reality check–like how much was gas when Bill was in office?  I don’t know, but it costs Susan and me $500 a month to commute these days–up from $175 when we moved here.
I was first elected  to the legislature in ’76 and left in ’90.  I first met Clinton in the mid ’80s when he was keynote speaker at the Democratic Convention in Fargo, and several times while I lived in DC.  That picture was taken at the White House in ’93 when I was a lobbyist for National Farmer’s Union.  The woman in the picture was my boss, Barbara Webb.  Clinton hosted a meeting with all of the Farmers Union state presidents and the DC office staff.  The meeting was about NAFTA—he didn’t agree with what we had to say.  His side won–our side was right.
Diane Larson Sjol”s (70) Reply to Paul Grossman (70):
To Paul Grossman

Do you remember the Larson kids that lived in the house shaped like a
barn next to yours and across from the Fontaine’s.  I remember your
sister Patty, you (you were in my class) and Peter and Parrell.  We
had great fun playing at your house and climbing trees in your
yard….I remember playing with hoola hoops and Sister Rose marching
over to us and telling us we shouldn’t be moving our bodies like
that…it was sinful… We were in the 3rd grade and didn’t have a
clue what she was talking about.  Your yard seemed a bit closed in
with trees and hedges (?) so I remember playing with them over there
so she wouldn’t see us.  We didn’t want to go to hell!  How is your
sister these days and where is she?

Diane (Larson) Sjol
From Glenda (Russell 64) Fauske – The Fauske Fiddler Concert:
Note: Russell & Glenda’s boy’s, Tyrell & Austin Fauske, are the Fauske Fiddlers. 
Check out their WEB Site  http://www.fauskefiddlers.com/   Gary
Greetings Folks,

I thought some of you may be interested in attending the Fauske
Fiddler concert at the capitol in Bismarck on Sunday, March 30,
2008, at 2 p.m.  We hope some of you can make it!

Fauske Fiddlers Honor Lincoln’s Legacy

The Fauske Fiddlers of Bottineau and John Halone of Rolla on
guitar will perform a variety of old-time folk music at 2 p.m.
on Sunday, March 30, 2008, in the Auditorium at the State
Historical Society on the capitol grounds in Bismarck.  The free
public concert is part of the Sensational Sunday Performances in
the music month of March, and will honor President Abraham
Lincoln’s Legacy in North Dakota.

President Lincoln did some things that greatly impacted North
Dakota.  In 1861, he appointed his personal physician, Dr.
William Jayne, to be the first governor of Dakota Territory.
Lincoln signed the Homestead Act in 1863 that offered a quarter
section of land free to anyone, including women, who could meet
the requirements.  In 1864, Lincoln also signed the bill to
build a transcontinental railroad across the northern part of
the United States.  In about 30 years, Dakota Territory changed
from an unknown frontier with just a few people to the State of
North Dakota full of people, farms, ranches and towns.

The settlers who arrived were mostly Norwegians and Germans,
with a few from other countries also suffering from drought or
depression.  Many were young and single, and missed their
family, homeland, and traditions.  Only the most precious things
could be brought, and they brought their fiddles, which were
small, light weight and could go anywhere.  The Fauske Fiddlers
will play a variety of old-time fiddle tunes, including waltzes,
polkas and reels that were brought to North Dakota by the
settlers.  The program will also include a few of President
Lincoln’s favorites, such as the Battle Hymn of the Republic,
Dixieland, Aura Lee, Nellie Gray and the beautiful, haunting
melody of Ashokan Farewell.

This concert is set at the beginning of North Dakota’s
observance of the bicentennial of Abraham Lincoln’s birth on
February 12, 2008.  The state’s commemoration will be held in
conjunction with the official national observance, which begins
began on February 12 and continues through February 12, 2010.


The Lazy RF Ranch            (701) 263-4742
Russell and Glenda Fauske
RR 1  Box 139               
Dunseith ND  58329

Picture from Crystal Fassett Anderson (70):
I thought Paul & Randy would enjoy this picture”from our younger days” Crystal
Picture L to R:
Front: Gordon Fuchs, Roxanne Fuchs & Laurie Evans
2nd: Jeff Evans, Bob Mongeon, Randy Flynn, Paul Grossman & Rod Hiatt
Back: Colette Pigeon, Stephanie Evans, Randine Fuchs, Crystal Fassett, Pennie Kester, Dennis Dion, Holly Myer,
Cheryl Kester & Paula Fassett
Fassett 1988

3/18/2014 (1987)

Happy Birthday Jay (Betty Watschke DHS ’45)  Cooley: Redmond, WA
Watschkey Cooley 1987
Dunseith Drive In
Reply from Dick Johnson (’68):  Dunseith, ND
Gary and Friends,

The Drive In in Dunseith has been a going concern for over 50
years now.  I remember when Curt was building it so I suppose that’s
makes me old?  One experience I had at the place was early on when Pam
Fassett was there her first day as an employee.  We’re family as Pam’s
mom and my grandmother are sisters so I don’t think she’ll mind if I
tell a cute story about her first day on the job.  I was surprised when
she came to the window to wait on me on a hot summer day.  I asked her
if she would make me a chocolate malt and she did.  She mixed it real
well on the mixer and made sure it was thoroughly mixed by going around
and around in the bottom of the paper malt cup.  I paid and thanked her
and then jumped back into my car with my malt.  When I sat down,  the
whole bottom fell out of the cup and dumped my malt in my lap!  I had to
get back out and try not to let the malt get on the seat.  She saw what
happened and felt terrible but I had vinyl seats so it was just to go
home and put on a different pair of jeans.  I just laughed it off but it
didn’t make poor Pam feel much better.

My old buddy Mel Kuhn and I sometimes travel around the area and
once and a while eat at the Drive In on our way through.  One day last
summer we were there and Mel noticed that they no longer had three sizes
of cups for beverages.  The sign said they only have medium and large
drinks so Mel, in his wisdom,  said to the young gal,  “Then you only
have small and large drinks.”  She said,  “No we have medium and large
drinks.”  Mel said,  “Well then,  wouldn’t your medium be your small
drink when you only have two sizes?”  She just stood there blank.  Some
things just go over some people’s heads I guess.  Of course Mel doesn’t
mind messing with other people’s minds either.  Her blank look cracked
me up.

The Drive In opened on about this past Friday and I had a Jumbo
there on Saturday.  It was just as good as ever.  Larry Hackman—eat
your heart out–you won’t find one that good in Bismarck!

Thanks Gary!


Blog (51) posted on March 21, 2008
From Paul Grossman (70):
Hi this is Paul Grossman [70]      I just wanted to stop, by to say HI to-all- I have surely enjoyed  the a-mails and the return replies.    As Randy  put it , this is a great platform for Dunseithians to continue to communicate.   We all know that he was always trying to communicate  with Crystal but she was just always a step ahead of him.   Those were the days .     Ha  Ha.    Its been lots of fun sending and receiving  e-mails from old friends.  Growing up in Dunseith was great fun but leaving in the 9 grade was heart-breaking- one thought his world was falling apart.  Life makes many turns, as we all know-These e-mails have  giving me lots of added joy and  I know that I will be stopping   by more often – to say HI or just put in my 2 cents as I have limited  memories- BUT   ONCE A DRAGON ALWAYS DRAGON. New friends are nice to meet but old friends are ALWAYS TO KEEP.    By the way  Randy’s story about the play and fire extinguisher does not surprise me any, as he and Duane were always into something , as was I.  I think we all can remember or would like to remember that those days were different and special  [all wrapped up together.]     Best Regards  to all   Paul   [70] 
From Diane Fugere (75):

I sent the story below to Bev Morinville Azure then to Dick Johnson and he
asked that I send it on to you:


Hey, talking about your dad reminds me of when I was a “chef” at Dales Café,
many, many moons ago.  Your dad ordered burnt toast, so I made “dark” toast.

He sent it back and said “burnt”, so I made it a little darker, he sent it
back and said “burnt”.  So finally I burnt it, he was happy.

I think of your dad every time I make the toast even a little too dark.

Diane Fugere

Diane, Please continue to include us with your memories.  Gary
From Arlan Wenstad (64):
Thanks Gary for putting in my story about Dave Wurgler.  Thinking about the Lansdverk’s, I think it was around 64 or 65 Rodger was hit by a car crossing the street from the AC bar he was hit so hard that his shoes were still at the place of impact, and dragged several feet where he was picked and hauled to Bottineau hospital. They didn’t expect him to live, but we always said he had nine lives. Nels Lansdverk  was a neighbor  and I stayed there a lot of times went to Willow Lake School together. Maybe this isn’t to important, but it happened in Dunseith.  Thanks again Gary
Arlan, Each of these memories are equally important for all of us to enjoy. Future generations will love us for having documented all these memories of history.  Gary
From Dick Johnson (68):
Gary and friends

When I was between my sophomore and junior years in high
school, Theels in Dunseith had a lot behind Alvin Moe’s gas
station. Joe Spaeth was the salesman. He took in a 1958 Chevy
Bel Air two door hardtop on trade. I wanted that car so bad but
didn’t have the $500 they were asking. He let several people
try it out and one time it came back with the engine knocking!
This was my chance. Joe said he would let it go for a hundred
bucks, AS IS! I sat down in his little office and started the
old routine of [I’ll use the term- Negotiating] for this
message! I told Joe I had $77 to my name. He said OK and
started to write up a sales slip. He put down, Purchase Price
$77, Sales tax $4, Title $2, Etc. I said, “Joe I have $77.” He
cussed and ripped up the slip and started over from the bottom
up. He said if it got any cheaper he could just as well give me
the #(&%^@ thing. John Bogus and I towed it to our garage
behind the lumber yard and started tearing it down. I put in a
rod bearing and a rod cap and a new oil pump. We fired it up
and it ran like a new one. The engine was a big 348, Chevy’s
biggest engine at that time. I drove that car on weekends
mostly, because it was tough on gas. I got race fever from that
car and even though I was only 16, there wasn’t anyone around
who I wouldn’t dare race! This went on for quite a while until
one day Frank Evans came back from working in Minnesota with a
Pontiac GTO. I hadn’t seen a Pontiac yet that could beat my
Chevy so when Frank grinned and said “want to run it?”, I
said “sure, why not.” He left me so fast that I thought my car
stopped!! I felt like one of those old boxers that gets back in
the ring and gets knocked cold by the new kid!! I sold the car
to Randy Kelly for $75 and later he sold it to a guy from
Belcourt. They left Dunseith and rolled it before they got to
Belcourt. End of an era, I guess!

Thanks Gary.


Gary Stokes’ (65) reply to Colette Hosmer (64):
Those were some geat pictures you sent from China.  Thank you for taking the time to share them with us.  How much longer do you plan on being in China?  Has Jan been there the whole time with you?  When you get back, please fill us in on your trip.
Picture taken in 1964 or 65:
31 Jim Berube, 23 warren Anderson, 35 Ken Nerpel, 45 Tom Evans, 33 Allen, Houle, 13 Jay Vanory, Coach Gene Hepper
41 Alan Boguslawski, 21 Mitch Evenson, 25 Dwain Gooden, 15 Carmen Myer, 11 Donald Mongeon, 43 Larry Hackman 
Basketball 1965 1987
Folks, this is another picture I found in my archives.
Allen Richard (65) was in the North Dakota State senate for I think about 12 years.
Allen was also a teacher at DHS for a few years. The folks from the classes of
74 & 75 have told me they remember Allen well, as being their teacher.
Allen currently is living in Midland MI.  Gary
 Richard, Allen 1987

3/17/2014 (1986)

No Blog yesterday
For the record I did not get a blog posted yesterday.
                   Happy Birthday Doreen Bailey: Tempe, AZBailey, Doreen 1986
Happy Birthday to Cheryl Haagenson (’71)
From EdnaMae Nelson Olufson-Smith:  Edmonds, WA
Hi to Cheryl Haagenson – and Margaret?  old days at Rendahl and in the hills on the Willow Lake road?  Happy birthday from EdnaMae Nelson Olufson-Smith  
Dunseith Drive in Story
Posted by LeaRae Parrill Espe (67):  Bottineau, ND
Hello LeaRae,
This message went to my spam and I missed it until now. Is it by chance from you?  The from address got dropped  so I don’t know who it came from. I do know that it is from someone in the Class of 67 though.
LeaRea’s Reply:
Yes the story on the Dunseith  Drive In was from me.  Thanks for posting it now.
 Nearly every day there is something I could or should respond to.  I loved the haying stories.  Terry and I both have a few of those also.  Terry, his mom (Frances) and sister Claudia had to do the haying alone several summers.   (Elmer was working at the air base.  Orvin Hagen, Warren Schneider and Elmer carpooled.  They  left around 5AM and weren’t home again until late, tried to get a few winks and back with the same the next day for five or six days a week.  Big brother Dennis was either at summer school or in Mountain Iron, MN working in the iron mines.)
They stacked the Seim meadow and were very proud of their accomplishment until Elmer informed them the stacks may be too big to move. 
Say hello to Bernadette.  I am hoping things will stabilize and you can all enjoy
Bernie’s visit.    LeaRae
LeaRea’s Dunseith Drive In Store:
In  reply to Larry Hackman’s recollection of the Dunseith Drive In .  It was built by Clifford and Curt Halvorson.  Curt was my first boss and he trained me in about two or three days.  Working at the Drive In was not Curt’s favorite thing.  On day  three  or so Curt thought I had things under control and told me he was going home for awhile.  Shortly, a whole bus load of people drove up.  I was making malts and flipping hamburgers as fast as I could. (I bet there were a few undercooked items that day, oh well ,no harm done, didn’t hear of any sickness or death).  Later, he came back and asked why didn’t you call me and I answered that I was too busy to even think of it.  Anyway, I believe it was the next year Elve Fuchs bought it and like Larry said they ran it through the 60s until Patti Metcalfe Coleman Woods bought  it.  and later Reid.
I worked there for Curt with Bertha Myers and Thelma Johnson.  We had a blast.  Thelma was very particular on keeping the grill  clean and the grease clean.  Bertha not so much.   I remember I loved to make those soft serve cones.  I am sure Curt lost money on the first wave of 10 centers I put out.  I remember making a larger one for Elwood Fauske on a hot breezy 90 degree type day.  As he walked away it slid right off the cone.  I hope I made him a new one.  The first time someone ordered a shrimp basket , I made a mistake and made a shrimpburger. Curt told me to eat it and I asked if I had to eat all my mistakes and he said no, but you will like this and he was right, those were the best shrimpburgers.
I remember working during the noon hour my junior year as I came in tardy a few times tardy to Mr. Dietz’s chemistry class.  I don’t think many kids could afford to eat out and skip the 20c lunch cooked by Stella Schmeitz. Who would even think of missing that lunch?. ( It was mostly adults who ate there at noon  at the drive in if I remember correctly )  Stella’s cooking was so awesome.  I remember sitting across from Deverde Nicklaus at the Bottineau school lunch room.  He had taught in Dunseith before here and he couldn’t believe what he was expected to eat-glued together macaroni and cheese. He just shook his head and stated the two best cooks were his wife and Stella.
Before Stella we had Mrs. Knudson.  She was from Norway and went back to be with her children after  my 9th grade.  She was a good cook also, but Stella really spiced it up.  Hot lunches started my first grade year (55-56).   We brought sack lunches the first couple of weeks and then Mrs. Knudson came.
Joke of the day
Posted by Mel Kuhn (’70):  St. John, ND

In a  tiny village on the Irish coast lived an old lady,  a virgin, and very proud of it. Sensing that  her final days were rapidly approaching, and  desiring to make sure everything was in proper  order when she dies, so she went to the town’s  undertaker (who also happened to be the local  postal clerk) to make proper “final” arrangements.


As  a last wish, she informed the  undertaker  that she wanted the following inscription engraved  on her tombstone:




Not long after, the old  maid died peacefully. A few days  after the funeral, as the  undertaker/postal clerk went to prepare the  tombstone that the lady had requested, it became  quite apparent that the tombstone she had selected  was much too small for the wording that she had  chosen. He thought  long and hard about how he could fulfill the old  maid’s final request considering the very limited  space available on the small piece of  stone.For days, he agonized over the dilemma,  but finally his experience as a postal worker  allowed him to come up with what he thought was  the appropriate solution to the  problem.


The  virgin’s tombstone was finally completed and duly  engraved, and it read as follows:



Blog (50) posted on March 20, 2008
From Janice Leonard Workman (56):
hi, I am missing #35, 38 and 48.  If you could send them I would be grateful.  Bonnie mentioned that we babysat when we were younger.  What she didn’t say was we did it for 25 cents an hour.  And also speaking of Gerald Anderson, I ran into him at a hotel (bar) in Portland about 3 years ago. My group of Red Hatters took the train from Tacoma to Portland for an overnight trip.  I was standing at the bar (of the hotel we stayed) ordering a last drink during Happy Hour and this man asked how the group got down to Portland .  When I said by train, he said he hadn’t ridden on a train for 30 years, and I told him that I hadn’t either and the last time I was on the train I went to Dunseith, ND.  He said he only knew 2 people from Dunseith and he was one of them.  Turned out to be Gerald.  We had a good visit but I neglected to get his address or phone number. 
 Dick Johnson, one of the girls in the second picture you sent (#49) is Audrey Hassen and I think one is a Sunderland girl.
 Thanks again Gary , this is so fun to ready every morning.  Janice Leonard Workman
Janice, We have two Gerald Anderson’s in our Alumni. One graduated in 1958 and the other in 1961.  I have pasted their contact info below. Mark’s Brother Gerald graduated in 1961. He has email and is on our distribution list. Mark (65) (deceased) and Gerald’s (61) parents were the former owners of the hardware store.  Gary
26 Anderson Gerald 5765 Madisonville Rd Hopkinsville, KY 42240 (270) 886-4311 No email address
27 Anderson Gerald 9207 Palm Shores Dr Spring, TX 77379 (281) 379-1071 sander0216@aol.com
Reply from Diane Larson Sjol (70):
Looking at that picture of the kids in the back of the truck…amazing
…no seatbelts!  It is a wonder any of us survived…..hey, those
were the days and growing up in the 50s and 60s when kids still played
I remember sitting on top of the coolers in Joe’s grocery store with
Debbie and eating these cookies that were covered with marshmallow and
coconut and thinking we were pretty cool because Joe let us have
anything we wanted and for FREE!  I also remember my Aunt Lee letting
me work with her in the back of their grocery store (Hosmers) when I
was about 10 getting veggies ready for the shelf.  And walking through
the back door in Krystal’s cafe where Francis Morinville worked.
She’d give us a cookie or a drink and out we’d go.  We pretty much had
the run of the town.  Everyone looked out for everyone else.  Man,
those were the days
Bev Morinville Azure’s (70) reply to Cheryl Larson Dakin (71):
Cheryl, I  remember  well  going to the  park  to play  and   that  kool aid  was  awful ….But  I am thinking  it  was  the  way  we  may have mixed  it  lol  maybe  we  didn’t read  how  to mix  it   or   did  we   bring a  measuring  cup along  ?   lol   I  remember  the week our  folks  let  us  4  girls  spend  the  whole  week alone  up at the  lake  in your  trailer home they had  up  here  I  think  that  was  the  very  firsr  party  I  had  ever been to  lol  so it  was really  all your  fault  I  turned  into a  party animal  but  then.   funny  to think now  i am  the  first  one  to  go  home and not even  drink!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! lots  of  memories  of  u  Cheryl  and  Diane.   maybe i should dig out  some  old  pic’s .  lol  Bev
Dick Johnson’s (68) rely to Bonnie Awalt Houle (56):
Gary and Friends

Bonnie Awalt Houle’s story of my baseball aptitude was not too
far off. When I was six or seven, Lowell and Johnny Leonard let
me join them in a game of baseball over in their yard. I didn’t
have a clue what you were supposed to do so they told me each
move to make. When I hit the ball, they yelled “run to first”!
Then someone hit the ball and they yelled “run to second”, And
then it was third, I did exactly as I was told, not knowing
what purpose it had. When the ball got hit again they
screamed “run home, run home”!! So I did. I ran HOME!! To our
house. I never lived it down!
I did play a lot of baseball later and yes Bonnie I did pitch!
I was not standing more than 3 or 4 feet from Rod Hiatt on
third base one time when he was hit in the eye by a line drive.
He nearly lost his eye. One other time I hit a ball and hit my
mom [I talked her into pitching} right on the nose. Black eyes
and big nose, etc. Later in a game down in the old city park, I
was playing right field with the sun directly in my eyes. We
were playing Rolla and they had this big lefthanded batter. I
heard the crack of the bat and saw a glint of the ball just
before it ticked the top of my glove and nailed me on the chin.
I started having second thoughts about this game! The next time
he was up to bat, I was ready!! The sun was really bad by now
but he wasn’t going to get by me this time. The pitch; crack;
wizz; I had the glove higher this time and the ball was lower
and I got NAILED right where you think, right there in front of
God and everybody I had ever met. I think  that was when I
decided basketball was more my kind of game!!!


 Message and Pictures of Dale’s from Evie Gottbreht Pilkington (65):
Hi Gary,
Rick Gottbreht’s wife Sandy sent these photo’s today…..it was great to see the new interior of the café.  We are so delighted that everything is up and running for the George and Ernie.  George has a new manager so that will give him a well-deserved break.
All is well in California …..my kids are involved in real estate and mortgage loans and so far the market here has not killed us!  Praise God……I do real estate appraisal and have watched homes drop 30%…..but I think we are at the bottom.  At this point I would love to insert a bunch of political “stuff” but don’t want to open the door for Allen R.  lol   
Evie Pilkington
PS…..I always have trouble opening pictures…I down-loaded these to desktop and then was able to open them in windows.  
Dales 1986-3 Dales 1986-2 Dales 1986-1
Greetings from China with pictures from Colette Hosmer (64):
Dear Gary and Everyone,

Greetings from China.  My sister Jan traveled with me this trip and
time is speeding by.  I’ve managed to squeeze a little work in
between the fun.  Below is a photo of Jan trying out the exercise
equipment at the beach park (we’re based in Xiamen, a port city on
the mainland directly across from the island of Taiwan).  That’s me
balancing on the wobbly planks at the Floating Village.  I didn’t go
very far from the boat– didn’t want to wind up with the bottom feeders.

I’ve enjoyed continuing to read everyone’s contributions to the
Dunseith e-mail exchange while here in China.


 Hosmer 1986-1 Hosmer 1986-2 Hosmer 1986-3 hosmer 1986-4

3/15/2014 (1985)

  Happy Birthday Rene Casavant (’65): Mesa, AZ Casavant, Rene 1985
      Happy  Birthday  Cheryl  Haagenson  (’71): Dunseith, ND
Haagenson, Cheryl 1985
Brent & Teri (Vandal) Armentrout
Posted by Larry Liere (1955)  Devils Lake, ND & Mesa, AZ
Finding friends from the  Bottineau, Dunseith, and Willow City area.
Once a month our wives have book club at the homes of one of the members so the
husbands have a boys night out.  Last night since it was Lent we thought we should
go to the Monastery.  While we were visiting a young couple walked in and started  to
visit with us.  Since Mesa, AZ has a lot of Snow Birds most people ask where you
are from so when I said North Dakota the young man said he was from Bottineau and
his wife was from the Willow City area.  I then said I lived in Dunseith until 3rd. grade
and the conversation was on.  We had a great time talking about people we all
knew from the area around Dunseith, Rolette, Bottineau, and Willow City.  I thought
it was great that these young people (I am older then his Dad) knew at least by
name people my age.  The couple I met was Brent & Teri (Vandale) Armentrout, 
His Dad is Rodney Armentrout and his Mom Marlene was a Kraft. I have to thank
Teri & Brent for the drink they purchased you see the Monastery is a bar & grill with
volleyball courts outside and a place to grill if you want to grill your own. It is a very
small world.
Yes indeed it is a small world. Teri’s dad, Mike Vandal, was our very first bus driver following the closing of Ackworth. Her granddad, Arnold Zeiler, was his back-up driver. This past summer I saw Mike and Sandra Zeiler Vandal in the Bottineau bakery. Rodney and Marlene are Prominent Dunseith folks too. All wonder people.
Blog (49) posted on March 19, 2008
Messages from Aggie Casavant (69):
Gary thanks so much for putting this website together, its so fun and interesting to read,and catch up on everyone, and old memories. I especially enjoy the stories from Dick Johnson, he has such a gift in making stories from back in the day so vivid, it brings you right back to Dunseith, and the photos are great .Thanks Dick, keep the stories and pictures coming. Aggie (not ever never Agnes) Casavant.
Gary, I just sent my first e-mail, then came across Dicks e-mail about that cold breezeway going down to the lunchroom, who could forget it, you could smell Mrs Knutson’s chile or chicken noodle soup all the way down the hallway, you knew when you got to those steep steps in the old building that you were on the home strectch. Thanks Gary for the kind words especially about our mom who cooked in the kitchen, as for our family its gotten bigger, like 52 nephews and neices,and approx 18 great ones. Were all still very close in heart, but Joe and I are the only ones who live out of state. Joe near Minneapolis and me here in South Carolina, which has been home now for a total of 23 yrs. And still working with kids in lockdown, sad to say, a field with a lot of job security these days. But all and all I live a very blest life, and loving most minutes of it. So if anyones ever out this way, you’ll have to give me a call 1-803 389- 2368.  Aggie Casavant
Aggie, I have 13 of your family siblings in our class lists.  I am missing 3 of you. I will send you the list of who I have so you can tell me who I’m missing. You come from a wonderful family of 16 and you are all alive and well.  Gary
From Cheryl Larson Dakin (71):
On weekends when we were in gradeschool, Bev and I and sometimes Diane and Deb would pack a picnic and go to the creek to play. We would go to Morinville’s store and get hot dogs or bologna and bread and Nectar. I remember it being really strong. I’m wondering what we mixed it with. Surely not creek water! Do you remember Bev?
Request from Marjorie Landsverk Fish (57):
Hi Gary,
     I just talked to Erling Landsverk who is a cousin of mine and lives in Portage Wi.  He was in the class of 44 in Dunseith and they lived up in the Turtle Mts. around where you lived I think.  He remembers the Stokes.  The family moved to Wi. and he spent his last year of highschool in Rio.  I told him about all the different families that he knew more than I did since he is the age of my brother Howard; 13 years younger than me.  Those guys really know how to reminise and I know he would like to read the E-Mails.
His e-mail address is:  joannanderling@
They live at Portage Wi.  Please add him to your list.
                                     Thanks a lot,
                                            Marjorie Fish 57
Erling, It’s my pleasure to add you to our list.  I’m assuming that you probably lived in the Willow Lake school area.  Gary
Reply from Bev Morinville Azure (72):
your  very welcome  Gary  ,   just   wanted u  to  also know  my radaition is   getting  harder  each  day  ,  my mouth inside  is  all burned  and  now and  at the point  where  i ca’t  eat    except    for  boost .  keep  me in your  prayers  please  .  3  qnd  1/2  weeks  to  go   Bev
Message from Bonnie Awalt Houle (56):
Dear Gary,
    I did a lot of babysitting when I was a teenager. One that stands out is babysitting for Dick Johnson.  Dickey loved to play ball, every day we would play catch or as I told my Dad, Dickey would play catch and I would play run.  Dick could catch the ball but he had lousy aim and I was always running after the balls that he threw.  I told my Dad that Dick Johnson might play baseball some day but he would never be a pitcher because the kid couldn’t aim!  My Dad told me it was a case of the baby outsmarting the babysitter, that Dick probably enjoyed watching me run after all those balls.  So next time I babysat I explained that if he threw a wild ball he would be made to run after it.  It was amazing how much his aim improved.  Altho, I bet he never improved enough to become a pitcher.  I babysat for Mark and Gerald Anderson, the Mornville kids and the LaCroix kids.  I also baby sat for the Hosmer Girls.  It was one of the best ways to make money in Dunseith.  Janice Leonard and I would help Hosmers store take inventory during Christmas Vacation every year, Helen Watkins and Mrs. Peliter, were so fun to work with, they treated us great.
Bonnie (Awalt) Houle, Class of 56
Message & Picture from Trish Larson Clayburgh (73):
There is a huge buffalo ranch north of where I live, between Ft Collins and Cheyenne.  These big boys were just hanging out in a corner of the pasture and came right up to let me feed and pet them.  I didn’t know until that day that buffalo have long black tongues.  Pretty kool huh?


Larson, Trish 1985
Picture (July 2007) from Diane Fugere (75):
Diane Fugere, Denise Hagel, Vicky Johnson, Carolee Casavant, Gail Henning, Debbie Fugere, Laurie Evans, and Diane Hill.
Some of the gals from the Class of ’75.
Diane Fugere
Class of 75 1985
Pictures from Dick Johnson (68):
Gary and friends

These pictures were taken in the spring of 1945. The kids were
in the back of Dad’s Dodge truck on the way to Belcourt to
watch a baseball game between Dunseith and St. John. Some of
the kids in the truck are LaRose Ketterling,Audrey Hassen, and
Shirley Olson {Mom’s sister}. Dad had this truck while he was
in high school to make a few bucks hauling grain and gravel,
etc. I don’t know how often he had hauled kids, but this time
he did! Those of you who can identify others, please do. As you
can see, Dunseith won 13 to 11


Johnson, Dick 1985-3 Johnson, Dick 1985-1 Johnson, Dick 1985-2

3/14/2014 (1984)

Happy Birthday Jeff Skjelver: Rugby, ND
    Skjelver, Jeff 1984
Making Hay
Reply from Dick Johnson (’66):  Dunseith, ND
Gary and Friends,

The stories of making hay sure bring back the memories.  When my
grandpa used a buck rake and ‘overshot stacker’,  I was too young to
help.  When he got the Farmhand loader in about ’54 and mounted it on
his B John Deere,  the overshot was parked for good. Eventually I was
old enough to be the guy in the stack leveling and packing the hay with
a pitchfork.  The old B was a narrow front tractor and MANY times when
he was bringing the load up,  it would start to tip over and he would
have to drop the load to avoid tipping the tractor on it’s side.  It
didn’t always work either and then we had to pull the tractor back over
onto both rear wheels by hooking on with another tractor.  It still
seemed much easier than the overshot stacker. This was how the hay was
put up until Grandpa died in ’65.  That’s when my dad got the idea we
should have a square baler.  To me, that was the most hated machine that
ever was used on this place!  Most people call the small bales ‘idiot
cubes’ and I totally agree.  First you have to slowly bale them, then
hand pick and load them,  then hand unload in a stack, then hand feed
them to cattle.  The bales weigh about 70-80 pound each so it’s just a
mean job.  We also had a ‘bale skid’ behind the baler and had one guy
(guess who?) stooking the bales in piles of 11 and sliding the pile off
by using a bar that I would stick in the ground.  I remember every hot
miserable day out baling thinking that as soon as I was old enough to
leave this place,  I would NEVER look back. Well,  I never left!  When
Dad got the job starting music programs for the Turtle Mt. School
Division schools in Manitoba,  he asked if I would want to do the
farming for a year or so on my own while he concentrated his time on his
new position?  I hadn’t had a teaching job offer yet so I agreed.  We
had seeded quite a few more acres to alfalfa hay the year before and the
thought of well over 15,000 square bales nearly made me sick. I already
was having back problems from a bulged disc and I could only imagine
what was coming. I dug out Grandpa’s old hay sweep for the Farmhand
loader ,  which we had mounted on a better tractor, and I put new teeth
in it and had it mounted on the loader one day when Dad came driving
in.  I saw this weird look on his face as he drove past.  He came
walking down to the shop and asked,  “What in the heck are you doing?”
I simply said, “I’m NOT baling and hauling any more DAMN square bales!”
He had to let that soak in for a few minutes but didn’t say another
word.  I put up 40 hay stacks by myself that summer and actually kind of
enjoyed it.  I didn’t have a man in the stacks so they were not always
perfect ‘bread loaf’ haystacks but as my neighbor Jack Peterson jokingly
said,  “I never saw a cow look a stack over before starting to eat it,
so who cares what they look like?”  Within a couple years we got a
Haybuster Stacker and then got the first of several big round balers
which have basically become the mainstay of modern hay production.
Before I rented out some of the farmland, we were up to 2200-2300 big
round bales each year.  By weight comparison,  there are about 18 small
square bales in ONE big round bale.  If you do the math on that one,  it
would put a good man in an early grave trying to handle that many square
bales.  I don’t lift anything now as the bales weigh too much to even
think about, around 1200-1400 lbs, so the hardest part is to pull a
hydraulic control lever on a loader in an air conditioned tractor cab.
That, my friends, is my idea of progress!  Once when a bunch of us were
discussing which was the best way to put up hay,  my good friend Bill
Peterson said,  “Pitch it up and then you’ll KNOW it’s up.”  No truer
words were ever spoken. I’m attaching a picture of Grandpa Hans Johnson
taken in ’54 with his ‘new’ Farmhand loader on the old 1937 B John
Deere.  Modern equipment in 1954. Thanks Gary!


Johnson, Dick 1984
Blog (48) posted on March 18, 2008
From Dick Johnson (68):
Gary and Friends

For many years Joe Morinville ran a grocery store on Main
street in Dunseith. For part of that time, my grandmother
Myrtle Olson work there as a clerk. I used to help her on
Saturdays carrying out bags of groceries for customers. One
Saturday one of our local guys who drank too much {about
everyday} came in to buy some groceries. He was loaded to the
gills and was staggering and mumbling as he went about his
shopping. After we put his goods into a paper sack, he grabbed
it and headed for the door. When he reached for the door handle
he passed out and fell over backwards onto the floor, spilling
his bag all over. I was about ten years old and didn’t know
what this was all about! Grandma mumbled something and said “we
can’t leave him here, he’s blocking the door.” She told me to
grab his feet and she grabbed his arms and we tried to drag him
out the back door. He was too heavy and we only drug him a
short distance. About that time a delivery man came in the back
door and said ” is he dead?” Grandma said “no he’s drunk!” The
guy asked where we were trying to drag him. She said “outside
in the back” to which he said “hold the door!” He was a big guy
and he dragged the guy  out and set him up against the back
wall of the store. I picked up his groceries and set the bag in
his lap and went back inside. I went out to the back several
times to see if he was still there and one time when I looked
out he was gone! ONLY IN OLD DUNSEITH !!

Again, thanks Gary!!


From Neola Kofoid Garbe (Gary Stokes’ Cousin):
Dunseith News Class of 68 1984 Class of 68 1984-1

3/13/2014 (1983)

            Happy  Birthday  Rod  Parrill  (’73):  Bottineau,  ND
Parrill, Rod 1983
Stacking Hay
Reply from Lola Metcalfe Vanorny (’68):  Dunseith, ND
Gary when i read about stacking hay with a bull rake etc– and i remember as kids being “in the stack”  it really makes  me wonder-  — 

The first few  years that Jay and I farmed there came along the grapple fork on a 4010 John Deere tractor —  
We hayed the “habberstad”  farm– from The Habberstads for 20 years!!—-  before the “Big Bale ”  days– Jay and I would take off 2 weeks of vacation the first 2 weeks of July every year – from San Haven– He would  mow the hay – (ahout 100 acres-) down by the Anthony’s south of Dick Johnson and Keith Smiths-  we would have to open and close about 5 gates to get to it from the NOrth!!LOL!!!  —  
He would mow and i would rake– nothing to it!! – I drove my little ford tractor pulling the John Deere rake- which was new at the time we bought for $750  —  all i had to do was enjoy the outdoors and sing to myself–  and when the evening came such a calm and soothing relaxing time!!-  our poor kids had to either have 2 babysitters a day or go to see their grandparents in the evening!!-    But Jay could stack hay with the grapple fork and make perfect haystacks which we would hire to have someone haul home in the fall- !! simple times–  -LOL!!-LOLA
Stacking Hay
Reply from Lee Stickland (’64):  Dickinson, ND
Gary, +/- 55 years ago, I was at Bill and Joy Petersons’ for the summer. Bill said that we were going over to the east farm and for me to bring the truck. I said that I had not driven anything in my life; Bill said well when we get there YOU will have.
We used the over-shot hay stacker; cousin Sharon sat in the black truck ALL day and moved it back to pull hay up to top of stack where I stood.  I did my best to not get covered over or to be knocked off of the stack.  I walked around in 
fox-tail above my waist.  Premise was to pull the hay to the corners and to pack the hay.
My premise was to pray for rain from each little clouds that may dare to obscure the hot summer sky over North Dakota.
Now we know most of the story of why Sharon is such a lovely cousin, she was baked just right while sitting in the black truck for 10 hours per day.
LEE      s
Blog (47) posted on March 17, 2008
Dave Wurgler’s (64) reply to Arlan Wenstad (64):
LOL:  Arlan, I don’t really remember the day with your 58 Ford, but I do remember you very well and kinda recollect your car. Definately those were the good ole days and they kept getting better as far as cars and speed. The ole 58 Pontiac was a StarChief 2 dr ht.with a 389,  4bbrl carb with a hydromatic trany, kinda slow at shifting but once she got the rubberbands tight she was gone. HaHaHa—fun fun fun.  From that time on I bought and and restored a number of G.M.’s Including  S.S. Impalas 409’s and Chevelle muscle cars along with Corvettes. It’s lotsa fun and I enjoyed it. Gary, thanks for what you are doing for this site, keep the e-mails comming and I will fill in when the time is right for rembering when. Dave Wurgler
Reply from Bev Morinville Azure(72):
Gary,  I am  not  sure  if u  knew  this  or  not  when  we  were  grewing up   everyone  got  Debbie and I mixed  up  ,  so much  so  even  to this  day we  both answer  to  either  name . We   have  even had  people  that  don’t  know  we  have  a sister  called  us  the  oppiste  name.  so  we  get  such  a  laugh  when  this  happens  i  just  thought  it   to be  so  funny  now  people  are  even  calling  her  an azure  .  wow  life  is great   isn’t  it ?  thanks  for  all the  hard  work  u do  Gary  I  love  this  site.   Bev Azure  ( or  is it  Marmon)   lol
Pictures from Dick Johnson (68):
Gary and friends

The attached pictures are of particular interest to the Awalts,
I would believe, because they are of the Anderson family in
about 1920. It was taken in their yard here in the hills by my
Grandpa Hans Johnson. This was according to Cynthia Johnson, my
grandmother, from whom I got the pictures. The picture in their
garden has writing on the back, telling who is pictured. It
says L-R, Louise Johnson, Gertrude Anderson [Awalt},Emma
Anderson, Walter Anderson, Neely Anderson, Myrtle Anderson,
Hans’ Mother,and Charlie Anderson. I had reprints made for the
Awalt family and will get them to Eleanor as soon as they
return this spring. She can then distribute them. Enjoy!

Thanks Gary for forwarding these to all!!


Johnson, Dick 1982 Johnson, Dick 1982-1
From Larry Hackman (66):
Gene LaFromboise (class of 64) makes front page of sport section of the Bismarck Tribune Mar. 16, 2008.  He took the Dunseith boys basketball teams to class B state in 1987 and 1990.
Gunville 1982-1 Gunville 1982-2

3/12/2014 (1982)

Hay Stacking – Reply to Dale Pritchard’s posting
From Keith Pladson (’66):  Roanoke Rapids, NC
So sorry to hear that Bernadette’s health has taken such a turn for the worst.  For the families of those suffering from any type of dementia it can be a very challenging ordeal.  After watching Alice’s mom suffer with it for the last few years of her life to the point where she couldn’t remember any of her children, I can really feel for you Gary and all of Bernadette’s relatives.  They seem to be such a close knit and loving family which is a blessing to both Bernadette and you.  Our prayers are with all of you.

A few comments on Dales Pritchard’s input about stacking hay.  I never saw your dad’s bull rake pusher.  I certainly heard enough about it, just never saw it.  We to put up a lot of hay stacks in my growing up days too.  We had an old “D” John Deere that we pushed the bull rake with and we had an old 39 Chevy pickup that we pulled the rope on the stacker with (though I also remember times when the pickup wasn’t available and then we would use a team of horses).  We also used the team to pull the mower and the old dump rake.  And I had many turns on both.  One thing different on our stacker from yours (I noted from the photo’s you provided), ours had a tall backstop on the back reaching up about 10 feet or so, so it made building the stack a little easier and didn’t allow the hay to fall back into the block and tackle and rope assembly.

Keith Pladson (66)

Blog (46) posted on March 16, 2008
Memorial service for  Milly Crum Rude (55):
Hello, we hope this email finds you well…
Thank you for your kind words, thoughts, prayers, and gestures.  We (the family/ kids) haven’t been on the computer much with all that has been going on so accept our apologies for not yet replying to you. 
As promised we wanted to update you with the memorial service arrangements.  Mom is being cremated, and Dad’s hope is that we will have her ashes back in time for the memorial service so we pushed the date out just a little… Here are the details:
A memorial service remembering Millie’s life and accomplishments will be held on Saturday, March 22nd at 1 pm at The Renton First United Methodist Church, 2201 NE 4th St , Renton , WA 98056 , 425-255-5403 (http://www.gbgm-umc.org/renton1stumc/). All are welcome.
Memorial contributions will be put toward something Millie felt passionate about – the King County Horse 4-H program.
Please feel free to forward this information to others, as I know my email distribution list is very small relative to the number friends, family and lives that have been touched directly or indirectly by the works of our mother.
We look forward to seeing many of you at the service next Saturday. 
– The Rude Family  
Millie’s brother, Clark, asked me if I would contact those who knew Millie to let them know that the funeral will be in Seattle on Saturday, March 22 and that cards and condolances may be sent to:  The Millie Rude Family, 14415 196th Ave., S.E., Renton, WA 98059-7838.

Gary, if you would pass the word, it would be much appreciated.


Gary Morgan
Class of 54

Arlan Wenstad’s (64) memory  of Dave Wurgler (64):
In the year of 63 I was working for Lamoureux Brothers, when lunch time around I would cruise the streets of Dunseith. One time I went to Dales gravel pit and made a u turn to head back to work. When I was heading back this 58 Pontiac came from behind, he didn’t pass right away but stayed beside me. I knew what he wanted to do. I put my foot to the floor, but that didn’t work to well. He shifted gears and lift me like I was standing still. The guy in the 58 Pontiac was Dave Wurgler. The last time I saw that car was owned by Billy Satrang of Rolette. Maybe Dave doesn’t remember, but I always will, The was a white 2 dr hard top with a green insert in the back. I was driving a black and white 58 ford at that time. from Arlan Wenstad
Bev Morinville’s (64) reply to Larry Hackman(64): ndgal1953@yahoo.com
First of  all  thanks  to Larry  for  the  story about  the  Turtle  story, I can  just see  dad   laugh  his  ass off as  your  mom turned red. and  answered . If  I am  not  mistaken I  think  dewy  has  moms  turtle  card  I  will  ask and  if  he  does  I will  copy it and  send  a  picture of  it.  Again  Larry  thanks  for   the  memories  u  made my dad.  Now   about the  picture  of the  class of  1970   Debbie  Morinville  is  my sister  but  not married to  my  husband  Clarence  Azure  (haha)  unless I  don’t  know something   She  is  married  to Kenney  Marmon
Bev, I’m so sorry. That was my mistake listing Deb as an Azure.  I know very well who each of you are married to.  I just wasn’t thinking when I typed that.  Gary
From Ellen Graff Myrick (58):
IN your email today you mentioned that you numbered the emails as you sent them.  I don’t have one with the # 8, but I did get one dated 2/9/2008 nor one with the #14 but I did get one dated 2/15/2008.  Should I assume  that you just forgot to number the email messages sent on those dates?  Thanks for doing this to keep Dunseith memories alive.  I enjoy reading them daily.  Ellen (Graff) Myrick (58)
Ellen S. Myrick
“Do not ask the Lord to guide your footsteps, if you’re not willing to move your feet.”
Ellen, You are absolutely correct.  The #8 message sent to your group was not mumbered and none of the #14’s were numbered.  Gary
These are four of Dunseith’s finest former teachers that attended the class of
65 reunion.  Jess Selzler Hosmer was missing when this picture was taken.
Class of 65 1982-3 Class of 65 1982-1 Class of 65 1982-2
Folks,  PLease send Pictures.  As you can tell, I have a lot from the class of 65 and a few from some of the other classes.  We’d love to see recent pictures of you guys as well as those from the past.  Gary

3/11/2014 (1981)

Happy 43rd Birthday Bernie Stokes: Bellevue, WA
Note: Two weeks from today, March 24, Bernie will be arriving here in Cebu. He has a hundred day break with his job at Microsoft and he plans on spending all hundred days here in Cebu. Needless to say, Bernadette is very anxious for his arrival.
Gary Fulsebakke
Reply from Pamela Fugere Schmidt (’73):  Mandan, ND


Big congratulations to Gary Fulsebakke on his performance at Carnegie Hall in New York!  What an honor!  Gary, you have always had the most incredible voice – you make us all proud!

Stacking Hay in the 50’s
Pictures/posting from Dale Pritchard (’63):  Leesville, LA
Here’s some archive stuff for you.  They are labeled 1950s but they were accurate throuth the mid-60s too.  As you know, we stacked hay in the days before bailers.  Getting the hay from the field to the stack site required a bull rake on the front of a tractor, which was really hard to steer when loaded.  But my Dad could figure out a solution for almost anything.  To get rid of that hard steering problem, he bought an old truck with duals, took the body off, installed an old dump rake seat (facing backwards), did something with the transmission so you would be in what was a forward gear but actually driving it backwards with rear wheel steering (what was the front).  It really worked fantastic with the weight on the dual wheel end and the other end free for steering.  For traveling to and from the fields we just took out two bolts holding the bull rake on.  For the road trip, we got on and hung on.  Top safe speed was probably 25 because that rear wheel steering could give you some nasty surprises.  My Dad was always amused at cars that met or passed us on Hwy 43.  They were all staring so hard trying to figure out what we driving that a few almost ran off the road.  And they thought the “Ma and Pa Kettle” thing was all old time movie fiction!.  We called it “The Bug”.
More on the Stacker with the pictures from above.
Dale Pritchard
It has been a long time since I have heard the term “Bull Rake”.
I remember well that old truck that your dad converted into reverse moving bull rake. It pushed a lot of hay too and fast.
The bull rake was used to gather the hay from the raked up windrows that was transferred to the stacker. A tractor was then hooked onto a cable that lifted the hay from the staker to the stack.  
Your dad was a master welder too. Whenever the neighbors needed anything fixed, your dad would weld it for them. Often times folks would go to the hay field to ask him to weld something too. He’d always shut things down, go home and weld whatever they had that needed welding.
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Name Correction
From Geri Metcalfe Munro (’59):  Fargo, ND
Hi Gary,
On the picture I sent, this is my brother Jimmy (James Evans Metcafe).  His daughter, Cheri, is married to James (Jim) Evans.
Thank you so much Geri for the correction
Metcalfe Evans 1981
Blog (45) posted on March 15, 2008
From Larry Hackman (66):
Back in the sixties a salesman came to Dunseith and as he went about his business he passed out business cards to employers and employees.  What was unusual about these cards was that they did not give you the name of the salesman or the business he represented.  These cards, if you accepted one, automaticly made you a member of the Turtle Club.
On this particularily nice sunny day my mother and I came out of the Crystal Cafe and were about to get into her 1958 red and white Oldsmobile that was parked in front of the Garden Tap. That Oldsmobile was a  beautiful car that was first owned by Paul and Amelia Dacoteau.  Real nice people that had bought the car new and had kept it in mint condition while they owned it.  My mother had bought it second hand from a auto dealership.
My mother and I,  were about to get into the car when Joe Morinville standing in the doorway of his store across the street, hollered at my mother.  Marian, he yelled, ARE YOU A TURTLE? My mother’s face got a little red, as she took a quick a look around at all the other people on Main. Everyone had stopped and were all focused on her.  Time seemed to stand still as they all waited for her reply.  My mother looked back at Joe and shouted, You bet your sweet ass I’m a turtle.  Then we both jumped into the car and got out of there.  Looking back I could see, that Joe was bent over laughing. My mother was laughing so hard,  that she could hardly drive.  I was looking at her and we got home and into the driveway and she stopped laughing, she looked back at me, and said, I’m not nuts.
She reached into her purse and took out a business card, and handed to me.  The card stated that she was a member of the TURTLE CLUB.
The rules were on the back of the card.  To greet a fellow member. you are to ask, ARE YOU A TURTLE? Your reply, 
if you are a card carrying member is to be, YOU BET YOUR SWEET ASS I’M A TURTLE, ASK ME AGAIN IF I’M A TURTLE!  So, as you can see that this would be a guestioning and answering session with no end in sight.  No wonder my mother wanted to get out of there, and its no wonder that Joe took advantage of the location. I can just emagine Joe, laughing and explaining to everyone on main, what had just happened.  People really knew how to have fun back then, Didn’t they?  My mother kept the card in her purse and every time she came across it, she would start laughing and had to tell us again, the story about Joe Morinville asking her if she was a turtle.   
From Dick Johnson (68):
Gary and Friends

Hearing from Don Conroy made me think of this story. Dad, Don
Johnson, as you know taught under Ed Conroy. Ed was our
respected superintendent at DHS for many years and then served
as principal for a few more years. The story goes, Dad wore toe
rubbers on his dress shoes. For those who don’t know what these
are, they basically cover only the soles and about an inch up
on the shoes all around. Well, Ed would keep putting on Dad’s
and then going home. When Dad was ready to go Ed’s were still
there and his were gone. Now dad couldn’t wear Ed”s because
they were too big but Ed could stretch Dads on. After a few
times, Dad wrote his name in the inside in big letters so Ed
certainly would see it when he went to put them on. Wrong!! The
next day they were gone again. Dad said “what can I do to
correct this” to Gene Hepper, another teacher and coach. Hep
said he thought he knew what to do and would take care of it.
When Dad went to put on his rubbers later, on the inside it
said “Don Johnson OR Ed Conroy!! Everybody had a laugh!!


Class of 65 1981 Dubois McKay 1981 Class of 70 1981

3/10/2014 (1980)

No Blog yesterday
For the record I did not get a blog posted yesterday.
As I mentioned before, Bernadette’s condition seems to have dropped to a lower level. She is really having problems expressing herself not being able to think of the words she wants to say. This morning she was able to eat breakfast unassisted. At noon and the rest of the day she had to be spoon fed. For the most part her memory is OK, but she does have periods where she doesn’t seem to understand what is being said to her and what she says makes no sense. She normally goes to bed before me, but is discontent until I go to bed. After I am there she is content for the rest of the night. She normally wakes up once during the night to use the bathroom of which she needs my assistance with. During the days she normally lies on the couch or sits in her recliner with her eyes closed.  
     Happy Birthday Betty Allard Heinz (DHS ’60): Overly, ND
 Allard, Betty 1980
Evan/Metcalfe Picture
Posted by Geri Metcafle Munro (’59):  Fargo, ND
Hi Dale and Gary,
I need to replace my computer–this is the best I can do with this picture.  I’m still looking for more pictures of my Uncle Martin Evans/Dale’s dad.
Metcalfe Evans 1980
Pictures posted by Iris Wolvert:  Willow City, ND
Willow City 1980 Bedard 1980-1 Bedard 1980
Blog (44) posted on March 14, 2008
From Alan (42) & Phyllis Campbell:
Thanks for adding us to your continuing list!!!  We’ve been getting a lot of the messages courtesy of our son Rich and daughter Cathy.  Alan’s memory is fading tho some of those long ago things come back easily and we both have many good memories of Dunseith and all the wonderful people who lived (and many still do!) there.  Alan and I moved to Dunseith in 1953 and he got his feet wet in a hurry after his Dad had a heart attack and needed help at the Security State Bank.  We raised all four of our kids there and felt they had good educations and lots of good friends – as did we.  The reunions in 1982 and again 25 years later were very special occasions for us and we are delighted you picked up the computer communication system and are keeping memories alive and well!!  Best wishes to all and keep up the good work!  Phyllis and Alan Campbell.
Request from Julie Knox Seier (82):
Hi Gary,

You likely have no idea who I am, my name is Julie Seier. I use
to be Julie Knox, Guy and Lola’s middle daughter. I graduated
from Dunseith in 1982. I got your name and email address from
Monte Espe, who is my Mom’s cousin. We somehow got talking
about your website at Glen Millang’s funeral. He thought I
would be interested and suggested that I email you to get
connected to the site. So here I am, very interested! I would
appreciate it so much if you are able to get me connected.

Thanks so much,

Julie Seier

From Lynn Halvorson Otto (75):
Hi Gary, I haven’t been back to ND since last summer.  We go back once a year over summer break to visit family and friends.  The boys, we have three sons, are leaving June 16th for the states and will come back mid August.  Our oldest graduates this June and will attend NDSU, Fargo in the fall.  My in-laws live near the twin cities and so we travel there first and then onto ND. 
Reading over your class list for 75, so many people I have forgotten about.  I look forward to getting hopefully a complete list so I can contact them just to say hello.  Best regards, Lynn Otto
Gary Metcalfe’s (57) reply to Don Conroy (56):
I  appreciated what you said about Bruce, Don, he truly was a gifted individual. Three years of high school with Bruce was an adventure.  Some of the things that he did better than anyone else at that time were the old pin ball machine at the old bowling alley.  He had that mastered.  His mentors were older guys, Harvey Hobbs and George Goodsell to name a couple.  He must have learned the jack rabbit business from those guys because when we went out “shining” jack rabbits on winter nights, he’d knock them over big time.  And dancing…I am sure he had the corner on dancing at school dances and big dances at City Hall in Dunseith and Willow City.  Good memories.  Gary Metcalfe
Message & Pictures from Dick Johnson (68):
 Gary and All

I found some more and haven’t heard any negative comments yet
so will send them. You can see the front of Hosmers and to the
left is the Cities Service Pumps where the AC Bar was later.
The two gals on the left I’m not sure of but the third is Mom
[Bernice Olson Johnson],Shirley Sunderland, LaRose Ketterling,
Betty Watschke, and Eleanor Awalt. The print date on the
pictures is March 18, 1946. The second photo is in front of
Kadry’s Pool Hall with Bernice, Eleanor, and Shirley. Same roll
of film but maybe not the same day. Thanks Gary!


Dunseith Ladies 1980 Awalt Stickland Eleanor 1980
Message & Pictures from Dick Johnson (68):
Gary and All Friends

I knew Larry Hackman had some more stories about the old days!
Good job Larry, I’m still laughing! When you said “tipping” it
reminded me of Brenda’s uncle. He had some surgery once and
when people asked him when he could go back to work, he said
the doctor told him not to drive more than 5 or 6 miles at a
time and not to lift anything heavier than 12 ounces. Just
happened that he lived about 5 or 6 miles from the bar! He
followed his doctors orders!!
I found several pictures of uptown Dunseith in 1946. The cutie
by the showhall is Eleanor Awalt Stickland. The other is of
Shirley Sunderland,Bernice Olson Johnson, and Eleanor. This was
taken in front of the Stone Garage with the Bank and Post
Office in the background. I will send more if I don’t get to
much “grief” from the gals!!! Thanks for the help on this Gary!!


Dunseith Ladies 1989-1 Dunseith Ladies 1980-2 Bedard, John 1980 Class of 65 1980

3/8/2014 (1979)

  Happy Birthday Dana Henriksen Johnson (DHS ’66): Meridian, ID Henriksen, Dana 1979
Dunseith Independent basketball team Patch
Picture from Randy Flynn (’70):   Happy Valley, OR.
This is the embroidered patch (Chenille for a Letterman’s Jacket) from the 1948 Dunseith Independent basketball team.  This is in my father’s, Jack Flynn, memorabilia.  I had it dry cleaned and it still is in good shape.  The patch is about 7 inches across with 1 inch letters.

Randy Flynn
Basketball Independent 1979
Reply from Lee Stickland (’64):  Dickinson, ND
Yes, what am I doing up at 3:19 am on 3-7-2014?
Writing a Happy Anniversary (17) to my son, Eric and his wife, Kim.
Their planned union that occurred in Tucson on a ‘snowy day in May’.
Surely, the travels through life have included wading across Willow Creek and negotiating Hwy 43 in 1957 before reaching I94 which was completed in 1969.  This journey included Kim achieving 2 (two) doctorate degrees and having chemistry research papers published in respective journals. 
Eric learned and taught martial arts and went to China for one visit to enjoy seeing the origin of some of those creations.  He was able to complete 4 years at a Univ of Calif college with straight A’s, having some of his compositions become included in a HOW TO WRITE…’ instructional college-level textbook,
MOSTLY there is now my having a GREAT Grandson, SAM (Samuel) Garrett Stickland. 
GARY  The care, love, and attention that YOU have for and pay to Bernadette these days at home, in her home, YOUR home, is the BEST CARE I know of. My experience of 20 years in nursing home administration has emphatically shown me that THERE IS no substitute for FAMILY. Having the staff to assist YOU and to attend to every need for Bernadette is so wonderful.  Bernadette’s being familiar with and feeling most comfortable when knowing these special ladies are ever-present is a gift from each of them to each of YOU.  I have no doubt that their total heart and hearts’ ache is for both of YOU.
(The “R” from the assumed name of STRICKLAND was left in Ireland in 1794. The mispelling of our name by the general public, when they listen but fail to hear, OUR name as spoken and write they STRICKLAND, is hereby explained.)
The STICKLAND family moved to Bristol, England in the early 1800’s, traveling by boat, (London Fog up in that area, Ya know, so the airports were socked-in and no flights were available.)  I fail to recall much of that trip except that I got sea sick then, again, too.
14 degrees right now, 87 degrees ‘advertised’ for July 32, 2014.
When I was 12 years old I had a paper route with 72 customers that I delivered, 6 days per week.  Each day offered the privilege to get a pail of water for Mrs Hill and Mrs Buchann from Tom Cassidy’s well.
Tom and Maggie lived about 1 and 1/2 blocks south of where Fauske’s lived in Dunseith. That is where my ‘inkling’/wanting to be in the health care field began.  My visits with these ladies included unspoken content of history, psychology and human relations that no book contains.
I knew that Vivian Hewson could not drill chemistry into my thick skull and I understood that Diane Lier could never convince me that there was NOT a STOP sign but there was a sine in geometry.
   Life is made up of choices.  Like I wrote to Eric and Kim,
Always      LEE     S
Thanks for the kind words and compliments. You are so right about home being the best place. Bernadette would be extremely depressed in a nursing home. Being home she is in her natural environment and still has command of her house.
Today, for the first time, when we went to the mall Bernadette was in a wheel chair. She swore she’d never use a wheel chair, but when the time came, she readily chose the wheel chair. She can walk short distances and that is about it. We were prepared and have a wheel chair.
Blog (43) posted on March 13, 2008
Condolences to the Millie Crum Rude (55) Family from Gary Stokes (65):
You guys have my sincere condolences with the loss of your mother and grandmother. I talked to Millie, about 6 weeks ago, on January 24th.  We had a wonderful conversation.  I was asking her if she was related to any of the Rude’s in the Bottineau or Dunseith areas and she said she was not. We discussed things in general.  She was so warm and friendly and she did tell me about her cancer.  I wish I would have had the chance to meet her in person.
I am assuming you guys are monitoring her email.  I will continue sending these messages to her email address for the next week or so or until some of you tell me differently.
Gary Stokes
From Rhonda Hiatt (75):
I am trying to get caught up with all your e-mails since the move, and to say Thank you, thank you, thank you to all who sent the pictures with Mom and Dad in them. Sometimes I will hear an old song and remember hearing it at the bowling alley on the jukebox when Mom and Dad were bowling. They loved to bowl. And fishing with Patty and Babe Coleman, well they just loved those two. They always came back and said how much fun they had together. I remember all the times they went to Waterhen. They just enjoyed those trips so much!
When I saw the picture of Mom, I could not believe how skinny she was!!
Thanks again everyone for all the stories and pictures. It makes the day brighter!!
Rhonda Hiatt (75)
AmWest Entertainment
360-666-3228 home
502-664-9168 cell
Barbara (Cathy) Kalk (65) Lopez family: 
Folks, I was going through more pictures and I found these of Barbara Kalk
With her husband Alfred of 40 years and their 7 children.
I think most all of us that were in Dunseith schools in the 60’s remember Barbara.
Barbara (Cathy) and Alfred celebrated their 40th wedding anniversary this last
summer.  Barbara does a lot of work with the church and Alfred is a teacher with a
doctorate in education.  He is probably known as Dr. Lopez to his students.
They live near Minneapolis. 
Barbara, you and your siblings have done very well with your lives and have all come a long way
from what you had, growing up on the north side of Dunseith, with almost nothing.
You have a lovely family. Gary Stokes
 Kalk, Barbara 1979 Kalk, Barbara 1979-1

3/7/2014 (1978)

Gary Fulsebakke peforms at Carnegie Hall in New York
Message from Grary Fulsebakke (’71):  Devils Lake, ND
Hi Gary,
        Recently my vocal ensemble from Lake Region State College performed at Carnegie Hall in New York.  There were several people who expressed interest in the trip so here is a short synopsis of our  adventure.  We joined voices with 4 other college choirs, under the direction of Peter Eklund, forming a mass choir of 110 voices. We rehersed for three days and our concert was on Sunday evening, February 16, at 8:30 pm.  We sang the Schubert Mass in G, along with soloists and orchestra.  The piece was about 25 minutes in length.  Ticket prices went from $40 – $110 and the concert  hall was sold out.  At the end of the piece we received a standing ovation from the appreciative audience!  The experience exceeded all our expectations and we had an absolutely great time!
Thanks, Gary Fulsebakke 
Reply from Rosemary Smith
Posted by Vickie Metcalfe (’70:  Bottineau, ND
Vickie:  I have been emailing back & forth to Curt Eriksmoen today.  Here is some info that you may interest you.
 I see the blog attaches my article to the Fargo Forum.  The Forum archives my articles after a week and people then have to pay to see it.  If you want a site that lasts, hook it up to the Bismarck Tribune.  My Trib article can be found at http://bismarcktribune.com/news/columnists/curt-eriksmoen/a-look-at-sakakawea-s-role-in-expedition/article_f497c54c-a09a-11e3-ba54-001a4bcf887a.html
I noticed your address is Lake Metigoshe.  Have you run across my books at the Gifts By the Lake shop?  We now have seven different volumes.
Reply from Iris Wolvert:  Willow City, ND
So sorry to hear of Bernadettes illness..don’t recognize the symtoms..interested in knowing the diagnosis and name of the illness..sounds like it has been a prolonged and progressive disease..hope she will be able to maintain until the children come to visit..seems the nieces are very attentive and your patience  are invaluable to her maintaining her dignity .all so important …Strength to you and and the family!       Sincerely Iris
Bernadette has a non reversible disease called Vascular Dementia.  Gary
Joke of the day
Posted by Don Malaterre (’72): Sioux Falls, SD.

After the golf game the old boys entered the club house where the club pro asked, “Did you guys have a good game today?”
The first old guy said, “I had the most riders ever. I had five.”
The second old guy said, “I had 7 riders, the same as last time.”
The last old man said, “I beat my old record. I had 12 riders today.”

After they went into the locker room, another golfer who had heard the old guys talking about their game went to the pro and said, “I’ve been playing golf for a long time and thought I knew all the terminology of the game, but is a rider when you hit the ball far enough to actually get in and use the golf cart?

The pro said no, a rider is when you swing the club so hard you give yourself a wedgie.

Blog (42) posted on March 12, 2008
Passing of Millie Crum Rude – Dunseith High School class of 1955:
Dear family & friends,
 It is with great sorrow I write this email to let you know that today (March 11th, 2008) our mom, Millie, passed away.  As you know she has had a long battle with cancer and today, while surrounded by family and loved ones, came to an end. 
 We are working out the memorial service arrangements and will communicate that to you in a follow up email.  Included below are some email/phone number contacts if you’d like to reach out. 
 In the mean time we are putting together a slide show and would appreciate any pictures, videos or memories you are willing to share.  Please contact Melissa (Millie’s granddaughter) at mtarling@hotmail.com for additional information.
 Thank you for your thoughts and prayers…
The Rude Family
 Tarri (Rude) Steiger – cell 509-954-6996, or at Rude home 425-255-6942
Traci (Rude) Mercer – tracimer@expedia.com, cell 425 443 4671 or 425 736 7889
Thor Rude – tntrude@msn.com
Message from Millie – 1/24/08
Good Morning Gary,

I finally am looking at my e-mail — I haven’t opened it for about a month!  My health problems (cancer of the bladder that has spread to the lymph nodes) has really been giving me problems – I had surgery in Dec. 23rd and Dec 26th and am still recovering from those.

I will give some thought to your request for “memorabilia” and/or “stories” on growing up in Dunseith.  My family did not move to Dunseith until 1949 and lived there until 1955.  My grandarents (Oakes and Crum) were pioneer settlers in Dunseith.

I have 249 unread e-mails that I need to look at.  It was nice to talk to you the other night.  Keep in touch.

Millie (Crum) Rude

From Don Conroy (56) – A Memory of my friend, Bruce – class of 1956:
Hi, Gary:   My daughter, Shannon, has sent me so many of your interesting e-mails that I have finally succumbed to participating in the process.  I was into it a few years back but you have developed such a network and I have thought it would be fun to send along a few of the unique memories I might be able to dredge up from the depths of a fading mind. 
Bruce Poeppel was a special grade-school friend.  He was the best around in two unique skills.  And I don’t mean just a little better that most of the other boys—-he was way on top.  One activity was playing marbles using a four or five foot diameter circle.  He would cradle that “shooter” marble in his thumb/finger grip, breath on it once (for moisture) and fire it at a target two or three feet away.  The “shooter” nearly always flew like a rocket, unerringly, knocking a marble out of the ring while the “shooter”  sat spinning exactly at the point where the target marble had been.  Then Bruce usually cleaned out all the rest of the marbles.  It got to the point where he’d have to take a handicap in order to find competition.  I was amazed, always, when I was at his house at the buckets and buckets of marbles around the place. 
Bruce was deadly with a slingshot.  Most of us might fire off a pile of rocks at a sparrow or a bottle and occasionally nail something.  I rarely saw Bruce miss anything he aimed at.  Of course one of the secrets to his success was the fact that his missles weren’t rocks.  Bruce fired off marbles.  His supply was, of course, never-ending thanks to we foolish hopefuls who thought there was a chance of maybe winning a few marbles occasionally.  With Bruce, it just didn’t happen.  I never thought much about it when we were kids but Bruce was extremely careful about the shape of the slingshot crotch.  It had to be in the form of a “U”.  Everyone else used the much more common “V” shape crotch.  Bruce would search for days to find that perfect shape.  In that era no one bought a commercially made slingshot.  They may have been around but I never saw one until years later.  When I did finally happen to notice a good-quality slingshot years later in a sporting goods store it was interesting to see it was of the Bruce Poeppel “U” shape.
Don, I just talked to Mary Poeppel, Bruce’s widow.  She told me Don died from cancer in 2001. I have pasted his death record below. Mary is from England. They met when Bruce was stationed in the service over there.  Mary will be moving to Yakima WA shortly.  I’ve listed her present address below. She said they will forward any mail that she gets.
I have also exchange many email messages with your daughter Shannon.  She’s such a nice lady.  My cousin, Neola Kofoid Garbe, knows her and initially gave me her email address when I was trying to locate you about 1 1/2 years ago.  Gary
Mary Poeppel
211 3rd Ave
Ellensburg, WA 98929
(509) 925-5741
Bruce POEPPEL – U.S. Social Security Death Index
Birth: 24 Jan 1938  State Where Number was Issued: North Dakota  Death: 24 Apr 2001
Prom 1964 1978
From Gary Morgan (54):
Hi Gary & All,
Another Adrian Egbert Story…..I remember one day Adrian came into the lumber yard to discuss, with my dad, the feasability of a concrete vault for his grave.  Seems Adrian had been to the cemetary and observed what he considered and inordinate number of fat, well fed, gophers running around.  Adrian did not want his remains to end up as gopher poop. (unlike Dick Johnson, I can’t write like Ade talked) I don’t know whether Adrian got the concrete vault but if you visit his grave at Riverside Cemetary, you will note the concrete slab covering his grave.
Incidently, to round out the cast of “Desperate Ambrose”…Jim was Jim Footit and CC was Cecelia (sp?) Carbonneau.

Gary Morgan
Class of 54 

From Cathy Campbell Springan (73):


Randy Flynn wrote about some of the messages going to his SPAM. I, too, have that problem although mine doesn’t seem to follow any pattern. If I don’t find a message waiting from you in the morning, I check my spam and pull it out.



Missing Message from Trish Larson Clayburgh (73):
Hi Gary,

Today’s email included a response to Flavia, but I don’t remember seeing anything from her.  Did I miss an email?  I thought I had read them all, but if you wouldn’t mind resending her missive, I’d love to read it.

She and I were classmates and friends the year she came to Dunseith.  I would love to hear any news of her life…


Trish, It was message (38).  I forwarded it to you.  Did you check your spam?
Mel Kuhn’s (70) reply to Randy Flynn (70):
I would like to thank Randy {Flynn} for his explanation about the fire extinguisher. It probably explains why I’m partly brain dead. I’ve managed to fry a good part of my nervous system so along with getting to live with a lot of pain it seems I’ve misplaced a lot of memory. I worked with way to many farm chemicals and paints in my younger days. Now my children and other people’s children tire of hearing me preach about safety. Dick Johnson, with his excellent memory, is one of my keys to the past. I get up a 5:30 every morning looking forward to an e-mail from Gary to jog these old memories loose. About the every third e-mail, Gary sends on 3 different addresses and maybe you just haven’t hit the allow button on one of them in your spam filter.
Mel Kuhn
Mel, Despite having been exposes to all those chemicals and bad elements, you are still a very sharp fellow today.  About my email addresses, I do use 3 and they are all good addresses for sending messages to me.  Outlook Express makes for easy management of multiple email addresses. With the volume of email that I generate, I need the versatility of all three email addresses. Gary
Message from Rhonda Hiatt (75):
Hi Gary,
Well I finally got moved, but still waiting on our furniture. I will be working in Portland, but just couldn’t see living there. We found a really nice place in Battleground, Washington and can see Mt. Saint Helens from our front yard. The one thing I don’t miss is the cold weather back home. It has been very very nice here with only a few days of rain.
When I had the internet and phone hooked up the guy came out and we started talking and he is from Balta, ND. I knew his cousins. The guy we are leasing our house called us and wanted to know if we had any questions about the place, and as we were talking, he said it’s funny your from SD, because I was born and raised in ND. I told him I was also. He was from the Wishek area. It is a small world!, and nice to know that ND is here also.
Still playing catch up with all your e-mails. Sad to hear of all the passings. My thoughts are with the families.
My new address and phone are below:
8907 NE 275th St.
Battleground, Washington
Thanks again for everything you are doing.
Rhonda Hiatt (75)
360-666-3228 home
502-664-9168 cell
Bobby Slyter’s (70) reply to Patti Metcalfe (67):
to patti metcalf: was it not amazing how well mom and dad could bowl, none of it rubbed off on their kids tho, the closest would be brenda, i remember the trips to water hen and hated those early mornings to
Message form Tina Pladson Bullinger (78):
I love all the e-mails!!!!  It’s nice to read up on people from the old hometown.  Even though I graduated from Bottineau (as did Arlan Hagen), I still call Dunseith my hometown! 
I was looking at the picture of the LaCroix girls, and am I correct in assuming that Lydia is a sister to Elwood?  She sure looks like him.  It is a great picture. 
I’m glad you added me to the mailing list, keep up the great work!!  I especially love the stories and pictures.
Thanks for the picture of our group, I never thought I’d be brave enough to sing in public, but the guys give me much encouragement, and we do a lot of laughing, which is so good for the soul!!
Keep in touch cousin,
Tina, Yes Lydia and Elwood Fauske are Siblings. Gary
Picture provided by Neola Kofoid Garbe:
Most of the Hills and Plains Gospel (Group?) are in this picture. 
Dunseith folks with this group are Don Boardman (61), Dan Pladson (75)
& Tina Pladson Bullinger (78) 
Hills and Planes 1978

3/6/2014 (1977)

No blog yesterday.
For the record I did not get a blog posted yesterday.
Bernadette has not snapped out of her last spell. Her motor skills –  walking, balance and use of her arms and hands are a problem at the moment. Also her speech is slurred and she has problems expressing herself. She is unable to hold her eating utensils. Even eating with her hand, she has problems lining her hand up with her mouth. Novie and Mirasol normally end up feeding her. Four of her first cousins are here now visiting. For the most part she is not depressed, hopefully that will not change. She is most excited for our kids to visit. Bernie will be here on the 24th of this month and Sheryl on the 28th of April with her fiancé and Nevaeh, her 9 year old daughter. 
In regard to the Dunseith Independent Basketball Team
Reply from Mona Dionne Johnson (’48):  Bottineau, ND
Since, my husband, Chuck Johnson, was on it beginning in 1948 and of course I attended all games I could get to including tournaments – some those players were – Les Greener (player & coach), Jack Flynn, Harold Larson, Hazel Olson, Virg Vanorny, Darrel Fassett, Chuck Johnson, Paul McCloud, Leo Murray, Don Thorson, Bonar Law.   I may have missed someone ?   Those were the games !!!  brought in traveling teams, and teams from Minot and Bismarck, etc.
Can’t locate the pic I have of them, but if I find it, I will send it on.

Mona Johnson  ’48

Ella Mae Poeppel Vogsland (DHS ’50), Grafton, ND, Passed away
Message from her daughter Jennifer Napier:
I found your name among my mother’s belongings and it seems that you are perhaps the organizer of information about the Dunseith class of 1950.
I just wanted to share the sad news that my Mom passed away this January. I figure that you can share the information with any classmates that may not have heard. I’m sure that anyone who knew Mom understands that our loss is great. She had nothing but positive things to say about her memories of High School and the friends that she made there. Thank you for keeping in touch with Mom and sending her all the contact information of her classmates.
Ella Mae’s daughter,
Jennifer Napier
Thank you Jennifer for letting us know of your mothers passing. Our condolences were with you and the rest of her family.


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Ella Mae Vogsland, age 81, passed away peacefully at her home near Grafton on Saturday, January 04, 2014.

Ella Mae Poeppel was born in rural Dunseith, ND on June 17, 1932, the daughter of the late Emil and Bonnie (Graham) Poeppel. She graduated from High School in Duseith and went on to graduate from Christy’s Beauty School in Bismarck, ND. She moved to Grafton to work as a beauty operator. She met and married Dennis Vogsland on July 3, 1954 at Dunseith, ND. The couple lived and farmed near Grafton until retiring in 1996. Dennis passed away on Dec. 9, 2010.

Ella Mae was a member of the Bethel Free Lutheran Church and WMF. She belonged to several bridge clubs in Minto and Grafton. Her greatest joy was being able to spend time with her many grandchildren.

Ella Mae is survived by her children: Robin (Brenda) Vogsland, Rio Rancho, NM; Scott (DeeDee) Vogsland, Grafton, ND; Jeffrey (Tammy) Vogsland, Santa Ynez, CA; Chris Vogsland, Grafton, ND; Brett Vogsland, Grafton, ND; Jennifer (Randy) Napier, Grafton, ND; Julie (John) Ferguson, Riverside, CA; Susan (Mike) Narloch, Grafton, ND; 17 grandchildren and her sister, Ruth Ann (Kenny) Leens, Kingman, AZ. She was preceded in death by her parents, husband, granddaughter, Rachel Vogsland, brothers: Louis, Ralph, and Bruce and her sister, Betty Lou Stepina.

Funeral services will be Wednesday, January 8, 2014 at 10:30 A.M. at Bethel Free Lutheran Church. Visitation will be Wednesday for one hour prior to the service. Interment will be at the Zion Lutheran Cemetery, rural Hoople, North Dakota


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History of Sakakawea
Posted by Vickie Metcalfe (’70):  Bottineau, ND
You have been sent this article from Vickie Metcalfe
Gary, Today’s Fargo Forum features Sakakawea in Eric Eriksmoen’s weekly article. I probably learned about ND’s greatest lady from Mrs. Conroy before I heard the names Jefferson, Lewis and Clark. Mrs. Conroy told us how to pronounce the name and although others pronounce it differently, I’ve never varied, what Mrs. C. taught first.V.M.

Did you know that: Mystery enshrouds history of Sakakawea
Curtis Eriksmoen – 03/02/2014

Joke (No Joke) of the day
Posted by Rosemary (Wayne ’60) Smith:  Lake Metigoshe, ND
And God created the Midwest

On the sixth day, God turned to Archangel Gabriel and said,

“Today I am going to create an area of land called The Midwest.  It will be
a land of outstanding natural beauty.  It shall have tall hills and rolling
plains full of game and eagles, beautiful sparkling lakes bountiful with
bass and streams full of trout, forests full of deer and turkeys, valleys
with fertile soil with an abundance nutrients to grow things, and rivers
teeming with fish.”
God continued, “I shall make the land rich in resources so as to make the
inhabitants prosper, I shall call these inhabitants Midwesterners, and they
shall be known as the most friendly people on the earth.”
“But Lord,” asked Gabriel, “don’t you think you are being too generous to
these Midwesterners??”
Not really,” replied God..  “Just wait and see the winters I am going to
give them!”
Blog (41) posted on March 11, 2008
Patti Metcalfe Woods (67) reply to the bowling picture:
Thank you so much for adding me back in your mailing list. My computer is still not 100%.  I bought a new computer but still get messages saying my
email is full. Sooooooo next step is having a computer guru take a look at it. 
The picture of the 1st place bowling team was a treasure.  In the early 70’s Fred and Margo Hiatt invited Dwain and I to bowl on a mixed bowling league with them.
Little did we know that they were pros and we were novices (to say the least).  We had lots of wonderful times.  Margo had the cutest giggle. As I remember Fred and Margo took us fishing to WaterHen and taught us their fishing tips.  I couldn’t believe we actually got up before dawn so we could be out on the lake by sunrise. 
Bing Evans was my Uncle (Mom’s brother),  Bill Fassett and Edgar Anderson were our  friends parents, Don Johnson was my favorite Choir teacher.
What a wonderful childhood we all had in small town USA.  I enjoyed it so much I stayed.  I love to travel but there is no place like home…
Picture Patti references From Crystal Fassett Anderson (70):
Hello  It’s me again!  Would the people to whom we send our contributions to help with the cemetery upkeep, please post their mailing addresses.  My husband, Dale & I are both retired postmasters, so like to have proper addresses!! Thanks & just for fun I am attaching a picture of the 1955 Dunseith Men’s bowling league 1st place team. Freddie Hiatt, Bing Evans, my Dad Bill Fassett, Don Johnson & Edgar Anderson with Galen Olson on next alley (he was on the 2nd place team.
Fassett 1977

From Randy Flynn (70):

Once again thank you for your time as well as providing this
platform for Dunseithians (?)to reminisce.  As I try to catch
up on your daily missives I have discovered 3 missing from the
past couple of weeks.  They were found in my SPAM account,
every third message, #32, 35, and 38.  I await #41 to determine
if this is a continuing pattern.  Do others have a similar
problem?  Is there a fix on my end of the message.  Since I
receive most of the messages, I do not believe I have added
your name to my SPAM list?

Mel Kuhn, in your earlier messages you mentioned the play with
the Genie and your fire extinguisher prop.  I think the play
was called MAX or was it MAXX.  I remember being the genie and
wearing satin pants and slippers with curled up toes.  I am
certain my children would love to see a picture of me in that

As I remember the fire extinguisher prop, it was a great idea.
I thought it was Duane Sebelius and you, who came up with the
original idea of handling the fire extinguisher.  The fire
extinguisher used for the rehersals was a CO2 type from one end
of the high school building.  Art Martel, the director of the
play, was not overly thrilled with it’s use but the noise and
fog caused by the CO2 expanding had a nice effect.  The CO2
evaporated without a noticeable residue.  Many of us wanted to
play with the prop after play practice and we emptied the CO2.
The Office did not want to refill the fire extinguisher so Mr.
Martel said we could do without the prop.  Being the ingenious
fellow that you are, you procured a fire extinguisher from the
other end of the building in the Junior High School.  Thinking,
correctly, that Mr. Martel and the Office would be watching the
High School end of the building where other CO2 fire
extinguishers could be found.  The fire extinguisher for the
night of the play was a dry chemical extinguisher fully
pressurized.  Without any practice I think you held your hand
on the lever a bit longer than normal.  It was quite a sight.
If EPA knew we were shooting a corrosive residue in the air for
all to breath, the school would have been closed and probably
fined.  I guess dry chemical is like lead based paint, a little
bit won’t kill you.  But I am sure Art Martel or the Office
wanted to kill us.

Stay well, Stay warm.

Randy Flynn 

Reply from Dave Slyter (70):

What a way to start a Monday morning.  I got to work and I was bogged down with phone calls and employees calling in sick and was way to stressed.   I sat down read a couple of letters and laughed until I was almost sick.   ha    The story Dick told about his dog and fish was hilarious and the story about the grave falling in was the highlight of my morning.  Thank you folks for all the great stories.

To Dick and Crystal.   Thank you so much for the very nice pictures of our parents.  Was really great to see them in their younger days.  The last pictures you sent of your folks and the Evans and Dion’s was really nice.    Thanks for all the great pictures and memories.

Dave Slyter : )

Reply from Bev Morinville Azure (72):
Dick,  I am   glad  I  made your   day   with the  story  of you and  duke, and  the  pic  u  sent  is   great  .   Thanks   for all the memoies  u all   bring  back it  is  the  newpaper I  wake  up  with  each  am.  thanks  alll  Bev
Susan Fassett’s (65) reply to Pete (65) & Verena Gillis:
Congratulations to Pete and Verena on their newest grandson.  They are so precious.  I have two –ages 1 1/2 and 4 years and they live just 45 minutes away, so we spend lots of good times together.

John and I are heading south on Wednesday for a couple of weeks.  We will be attending a wedding of a niece in Sierra Vista AZ and then up to Mesa to spend Easter weekend with our kids.

Love all the memories and pictures.

Hugs and Prayers,  Susan

Reply from Paula Fassett Pfuhl’s (71):
On Crystal ’s photo:  the boy in the cage w/blue shirt is Albert Johnson.  I think he represented whoever the ‘opposing team’ was for the homecoming game.  I don’t know who the boy in front is, but the girl in the polka-dot dress is I believe, is Sharon Longie. 
I think the guy in front is Allen Houle?  Gary 
                                This is the picture that Paula is referring to
Dunseith 1977
Folks, I was going through some of the pictures and I noticed this nice picture of the LaCroix Family.
Some of you have seen this picture before, but a whole lot of you have not.  This is a beautiful
Picture of Lydia (Fauske) LaCroix and the girls.  Gary
LaCroix 1977

3/4/2014 (1976)

Dunseith Independent Basketball team
Reply from Glen Williams (’52):  Missoula, MT
Thanks to Gary Morgan…I knew he must have some history of the Independent BB Team of the late forty’s….The names do bring back old memories for sure….Les Greener was the backbone of the team as I recall….Of course one person does not make a team…but without Les…they would not have won as many games as they did…

Glen Williams

Posted by Larry Liere (1955) Devils Lake, ND & Mesa, AZ
This picture posted 3-2-14 with Glen Shelver as coach reminded me that Glen and my
Dad Tony Liere refereed many basketball games together before we move to Devils
Lake.  I have said many times Barry Shelver was my best friend while we lived in
Dunseith.  Glen and my Dad would take turns driving us to the lake to swim during
the Summer.  On the same day as this picture was posted I was at the Mesa, AZ
North Dakota Picnic.  We sign in by County and I saw that Dave Shelver and his wife
had signed in.  Dave was very young when we moved but in later years when Dave was
living in Rugby his Son and my Son both joined the Army National Guard and went to
Basic Training together.  Too many people at the picnic so I was not able to find Dave
and his wife.  I am wondering if they live in the Mesa area?  Rolette County didn’t have
anyone sign in because they had a mix up and someone hosted a private party for their
County.  When you are from a small state like North Dakota and you know a lot of
people from there, it becomes a small world. 
Basketball 1975-3

Dick Johnson’s Posting

Ron Longie asked if we remembered the Buffalo from Mrs. Conroys
class. I remember making them from something like sawdust and a
homemade “binder agent” glue of some kind, am I right Ron? I
seem to remember they had an odd smell as we made them

Reply to Dick Johnson’s Posting From Ron Longie (’65)

We made our buffalo’s from plaster of paris, we poured them in molds and when dry put names on bottom, and painted them brown with green grass.


Larry Hackman’s (’66) reply to Dick


this is what I think happened.
You must have been staying with Grandma and Grandpa
You were playing around out in the barn yard before heading for school.
You fell into into one of them fresh cow pies.
You had your going to school clothes on and you weren’t suppose to be playing out in the barn yard,
and so you got on the school bus with that fresh pie clinging to the knee of your pants, couldn’t tell
Grandma or Grandpa or you would have been in big trouble.
You got to school and Mrs. Conroy’s room, and here she wanted you to make a buffalo Knick Knack for your mother.
You of course wanting everything to be precise and authentic had all this stuff hanging on your knee
and looking at that and the mold, decided if its going to look like a buffalo that it should also smell like a buffalo?
What do you think Mel? 
Can you see little Dick, smiling like he just killed the cat, as he scraped that cowshit off his knee into that buffalo mold and it and him smelling alike?
Mel Kuhn’s reply to Larry
I can picture that in my mind just as you described it. I think I could even smell it. I’m probably having lunch with Dick tomorrow. I’m gonna check his knees before I sit at the same table with him.
I just got home from Bismarck about an hour ago. It was just about as damn cold there as it is here. On our way down Saturday morning about 6:30 it was -32 degrees just north of Rolette.
Larry Hackman’s reply to Mel Kuhn
Yes, its been damn cold here in Bismarck also.  I think you would have had to go as far south as Texas
or even further, to get away from the cold.  What the hell were you out traveling for when it is -32 degrees below zero?  What was the wind chill?
Was the car able to stay warm enough for you?  I remember having to take one of my brothers who was in the army, to Minot, in the middle of the winter, 
 to catch a plane in the middle of the night back in the late 60’s. Why did planes only fly out of North Dakota in the early, early morning hours back than?  It was so damn cold the car would not warm up, we froze all the way there and all the way back home.  The car was able to keep the wind shield partially clear and that was about it.  At least on the way home in the early morning, we were able to stop at town restaurants along the highway every so often and have something warm and warm up, for the next jaunt down the highway to Dunseith.
Did you check both of Dick’s knees?  He is getting older now, you know.
I don’t think our class ever made any creatures in Mrs. Conroy’s fourth grade class nor anything else that I can remember.
We must have been one of them classes more interested in academics?
Blog (40) posted on March 10, 2008
Bill Hosmer’s (48) reply to Flavia Moraes (73):
  Gary and Flavia.  It was interesting and joyful to read the mailing
from Flavia.  You may not remember, but one time in the late 70s or
early 80s I contacted you in Sao Paulo.   I was staying at the Maxsud
Plaza Hotel.  Alan Campbell gave me your number because he knew I would
be travelling there.  Certainly it would be understandable for you not
to remember it, but it was an event that I’ll not forget.  I was a
demonstration pilot flying the Cessna Citation business jet in  those
days, and spent many trips and days landing at all the major airports
of Brazil.  Even some minor ones.  Anyway, you came to the hotel, and
we had dinner in one of the restaurants, and talked about Dunseith and
all the people we both knew.  I was so proud to be dining with such a
beautiful woman, and knowing how much the Campbell’s loved having you
with them made it a special occaision.  Most of the time we dined late
and left in early hours to get through the day, but for some reason
that day’s flying was over early, so I had an unforgettable dinner date
that stays with me.   Wonderful, Flavia, to hear from you through this
magical circuit which Gary has made possible.  Undoubtedly, you would
be a most welcome visitor to Dunseith, but as you may have read, the
town is not the same, and yes, we senior citizens who gather there now
and then talk about those other days and those who shared our time in
those eras of innocence and small town wonderment.    Cheers and
greetings to you,  Bill Hosmer
From Florence Pladson Sime (62):
Gary,  Bonita Enno would like a update on the cruise as she thought that
sounded like it would be fun. She was a class mate of my daughter. Her
email address is,
shopping101@aol.com. I sure enjoyed all the info that
you send. It is quiet interesting what people remember about Dunseith. I
remember when the snow wa so deep on main street that you couldn’t see
the drug store from Hosmers store. That was in the early 1964. I was
working at hosmers store at that time.  That storm happened over night.
There were cars completly covered with snow on the north side of the drug
by the hotel.
Florence, I will send Bonita the preliminary info about the Dunseith Alumni Alaskan Cruise that I sent out a while back that is being planed for the 3rd week of July 2009 departing from Seattle.  The 2009 Alaskan Cruise schedules are not out yet.  When they are available April/May and Sandra Trevers Llewellyn (60), our travel agent, gets a cruise in place, we will be sending out detailed information so folks can start booking. For now folks can be planning.  The earlier folks book, the better (more) cabin choices they will have.  This will be a fun trip for all. Gary
Dick Johnson’s (68) reply to Bev Morinville Azure (72):
Gary and Friends

Bev Morinville Azure’s memory of me and my dog Duke made my
day! It sure sounded like something he would do. I had that dog
from the time I was eight until I was in my mid twenties, 16 or
17 years! He was a character. One time we came home and someone
had left a cleaned, frozen, and wrapped, Northern Pike fish on
our doorstep. We asked the usual people who might have left us
this present but everone said “not me”. We had a great fish
supper from it anyway. At bowling one night a while later Dad
was telling this story to the bowlers. Joe Evans said “that was
YOUR #*^&%(@@_(&%^ little brown dog”!! Duke was out making his
rounds and Joe had laid his fish out on his picnic table to
freeze it when he saw Duke grab it and take off. Joe ran out
and chased him but the more he yelled the faster Duke ran! Joe
didn’t know it was my dog and we didn’t know it was Joe’s
fish!! The guys all had a good laugh, Dad said, when he told
Joe, THANKS!! Thanks Bev and Gary.


Johnson, Dick 1976
Connie Peterson Lagerquist’s (74) reply to Gary Stokes’ (65) question asking about Terry Counts (74):
Hi Gary,
I’m really enjoying your e-mails. As for Terry, he is
alive and well. He works at the Belcourt hospital. I
see him now and again. He is married. His wifes name
is Norma, but not sure of her maiden name.
Bobby Slyter’s (70) reply to Crystal Fassett (70) (pictures):
reply to crystal fassett, thank you so much for the pics of homecoming especially the one with my big bro richard, used to be such a handsome chap wonder what happened, now i am glad that i live in kansas, kind of far for him ti come kick my behind  teee heee  thanks again  p.s. bet they don’t do homecoming like that anymore
Story from Larry Hackman (66) – Dunseith Cemeteries:
Weighing in on the care of the Dunseith cemeteries.  I agree most could use some TLC.  I to travel up north once or twice a year to stop in at the cemeteries and to quench my craving for a jumbo burger.  Dick you and your group have Little Prairie Cemetery looking nice. Good job. 
My brothers and I use to take care of St. Louis and Riverside cemeteries back in the sixties for Harry Douglas.  The cemetery supplied three push lawn mowers, of which usually two would run and hand operated grass clippers, plus a couple of spades and wheelbarrows.  We supplied the labor. Mowing that hill was a real job.  Clipping around the grave stones was always slow and time consuming.  The wheelbarrows and spades were used to haul topsoil from a stockpile at the southwest corner of the cemetery, to fill in over the graves that had settled.  We soon tired of the wheelbarrows.  My oldest brother attached a hitch to his car bumper and went got a two wheeled trailer we had on the farm.  We then used it to haul topsoil to the grave sites. This method was a lot faster and whole lot less work.  Wheelbarrows still had to be used to get into the tight areas but we didn,t have to push them as far.  It would take us 3 to 4 days to do both cemeteries and we would have to get them done a week or more prior to each holiday and sometimes in between holidays if it rained.  Pushing lawn mowers up and down that hill was a real job. 
I remember one of my brothers was mowing along when all of sudden he let out a yell.  A grave had caved in, and he had went down with it. He thought something had a hold of him?  He did not know whether to shit or go blind? Thank heaven he did neither.  After all, we all had to ride home together in the same car and with three brothers that were both tired and hungry, was enough of a struggle.
I remember Harry Douglas explaining to us that each grave usually settled three times.  First when the wooden vault would give way, then when the casket gave way and then the body.  The concrete vaults that are now required to be used by state law, solved most of this problem.  Aren’t we lucky?
My older brother use to also accompany Harry Douglas to Devils Lake whenever he had to pick up a new grave stone.  He had to do the heavy lifting for Harry.  He said, He never did enjoy the trip, as Harry would drive all the way there and back on the shoulder of the road and at a speed of 35 mph.  He still remembers hitting and crossing every road approach there and back.
In the later sixties toppling over grave stones became popular among the younger people.  Us cemetery people were sure glad when they moved onto cow tipping.  I’m sure that this cow tipping activity ticked-off the udder guys.  I just want you to know I’m against tipping of any kind, except for a beer or two.
Picture provided by Dick Johnson (68):
Johnson, Dick 1979-1
Pete (65) & Verena’s Gillis’ new grandson:
To: Gary
From: Verena
Message: Gary,
Here is our little addition to the family. His nails were so long! His mom cut them now so shouldn’t be scratching his face up any more, lol. He is so sweet!

3/3/2014 (1975)

No Blog Yesterday.
For the record I did not get a blog posted yesterday
Happy Birthday Brenda Hoffman (’68):  Greenville, SC
                         Hoffman, Brenda 1975
Berg, Eldon 1975
Happy birthday, Eldon Berg
From EdnaMae Nelson Olufson-Smith:  Edmonds, WA
Even if it is not leap year. I Remember when you were born!!!!!  Your mom was my sister’s tutor (Vonnie was “in bed” for 6 yrs. with rheumatic fever) when we lived at Art and Christine’s (aunt) just two houses south.  Good old Rev. Mjoyness (never knew spelling of his name) was between our houses.  Have another great year!!  EdnaMae Olufson-Smith  (enjoying the California sun for a few months).  
Dunseith independent Basketball team
Reply from Gary Morgan (’54):  Garrison, ND
Gary and All,
     My computer has been down so I have been out of the loop lately.  In catching up on my e-mails I note that Glen Williams mentioned the Dunseith Independent basketball team of the late 40s and suggested that I might remember the team members.  It just happens that I have a team picture that was taken moments after Casselton had beaten them for the state championship.  This must have been in 1948 or 1949.  Anyway, members of the team on that picture were: Les Greener, Darrell Fassett, Paul McLeod, Virgle Vanorney, Chuck Johnson, Hazel Olson, Harold Larson, Leo Murry, Jack Flynn and a fellow named Taylor, I think he taught at Belcourt.  I would attempt to send the photo but unfortunately, its in Garrison and I’m in Minot for the winter.  Also, Mona Johnson may remember what year that was.
     Les Greener was a remarkable basketball player.  He had that knack to make those who played with him better. If I am not mistaken, he had been a Little All American at a college in Mitchell, SD. I can’t remember the name.
     Enough for now.  Keep up the good work, Gary.
Gary Morgan – 1954
Gary M,
I checked my pictures and I don’t think I have the picture you are referring too. I have pasted several others below  from the 40’s.
Gary S.
 Basketball 1975-1 basketball 1975-2 Basketball 1975-3
Cebu, Philippines: Potluck dinner at the Stokes house yesterday
A few of our friends visited yesterday with a potluck dinner. The main purpose of their visit was to see and visit with Bernadette. They came at noon and left at 6:00 so we had a nice long visit. The gals were inside and we guys outside. Bernadette was truly energized with their visit too.
Stokes 1975-1
Several nice pictures taken at our Expat dinner last Monday at the Marco Polo
Bernadette and Novie (Niece) with several of our friends
Stokes 1975-2
Bernadette and Mirasol (Niece) with several of our friends.
Stokes 1975-3
Blog (39) posted on March 9, 2008
Bev Morinville Azure’s (72) reply to Dick Johnson (68):
Since   Dick  likes   to remember   all those  old  times  here is  one  I  remember   of  DIck…..   Colette Hosmer  had  made the  coolest  igloo , A lot  of  us  were playing  ( I think  over  at the Campbells) and   we   could hear someone  yelling,  we  followed  the  sound  and   when  we   looked  in the  igloo   there  was Dick  on his  hands  and  knees   trying to  crawl  into the  igloo  but  his   dog  Duke  wasn’t  going to  stand  for   that  and  had  Dick  by the  seat  of the  pants.  we  laughed  so hard.   When I  think of  u Dick  this  is  the   memory  that  stands  out.     Bev  Morinville(azure)
Dick Johnson’s (68) Reply to Ron Longie (65):
Ron and All Friends

I think we played dodge ball with those old red Voit rubber
balls as they were not to hard if you got hit! The
animals “sculptures” we made were hand formed and mine was
supposed to look like a horse. It didn’t seem to resemble any
known creature so it wasn’t kept.
The changes you mentioned about Dunseith are noticed by many.
It is called “progress” and Ron, I think although there are new
schools and new businesses with new buildings, the town has
lost the character it had in the old days. Things have
certainly changed and I guess that is inevitable, however, my
memories haven’t and maybe this is why I cling to those
memories so desperately. I will be sending some pictures of
Main street that my mom had taken in the mid 1940’s. Most were
with Mom and her friends in front of various businesses. This
really brings back memories of the way WE remember our town!!
I suppose Mom’s friends will read this message and go into
panic, but I’m afraid they coming {the pictures} anyway, gals!!


Message and pictures from Crystal Fassett Anderson (70):
I am putting all my Dad’s slides onto my computer  and thought everyone would enjoy seeing how we did homecoming up right “in the olden days”. That’s Richard Slyter carrying the colors & leading the parade. Patty Metcalfe was Queen,Randy Mongeon & Pam Lagerquist were princesses and that’s our beloved Don Johnson leading the famous DHS marching band…remember carrying the ladder & rope to practice “rank & file”??. If anyone recognizes any one else,please let me know,so I can edit my picture. Oh, on the freashmen float, I know Larry Tooke & Ronnie Houle are  of the football players.  Enjoy Crystal Fassett Andersen Class of 70
Homecoming 1975-5 Homecoming 1975-4 Homecoming 1975-3 Homecoming 1975-2 Homecoming 1975-1 Homecoming 1975-6

3/1/2014 (1974)

No Blog yesterday
For the record I did not get a blog posted yesterday.
I spent a big part of my day deleting over 350,000 comments from the Dunseith Alumni Blog that were taking up 3.1GB of memory. Our limit is 1GB. GoDaddy was going to shut our site down on March 10th if I didn’t get the data base below 1GB.  I succeeded in getting them all deleted. I have now blocked all comments from being  posted to our site. Most all of those 350,000 comments were spam advertisements. At first they were all being sent to my email address. I was getting hundreds each day, so I shut them off from going to my email, but they were still going the data base of our website. Our site now is under .1GB, so we are fine.
Happy Birthday Eldon Berg (BHS ’67): Kenmore, WA.
          Berg, Eldon 1974
  Happy Birthday Jean Eurich Roland (DHS ’80): Minot, ND
 Eurich, Jean 1974
Happy Birthday Vonda Melgaard Antonson (DHS ’76): Maddock, ND
                Melgaard, Vonda 1974
      Happy Birthday Deb Salmonson Metcalfe: Dunseith, ND
 Metcalfe, Deb 1974
Reply to Dick Johnson’s Posting
From Ron Longie (’65):  Yakima WA

We made our buffalo’s from plaster of paris, we poured them in molds and when dry put names on bottom, and painted them brown with green grass.

Dick’s Posting

Ron Longie asked if we remembered the Buffalo from Mrs. Conroys
class. I remember making them from something like sawdust and a
homemade “binder agent” glue of some kind, am I right Ron? I
seem to remember they had an odd smell as we made them

Edward and Matilda (Ducheaneau) Boucher
Reply from Colette Hosmer (’64):  Santa Fe, NM

Thanks so much for the wonderful information about Edward, Matilda and brothers!  Never “enough already” – we can’t wait for more.  This is exactly the kind of detail I’m looking for.
Cousin Bill,
I always appreciate your kind words.  Flattery works!
Edward and Matilda (Ducheaneau) Boucher
Reply Carmen Richard:  Rolette, ND.
Wow, I really appreciate all the Boucher info that Sharron posted, if she has more, I would love to have a copy. Floyd’s mother was a Boucher. Our son Dan bought a farm that was owned by Henri Boucher, and the barn was built by Oliver Boucher. It is still in use today. Wonder how old it would be?
Posting from Larry Hackman (’66):  Bismarck, ND
 My grand daughter who is a junior, sprained her ankle badly at a basketball practice then again at a high school basketball game.
The Turtle Mountain Star
came through with a cartoon I had to forward to her, with a little modification.
Joke of the day
Posted by Rosemary (Wayne (’61) Smith: smranch@srt.com Lake Metigoshe, ND
Last year, I replaced, like, all the windows in my house with those expensive, double-pane, energy-efficient kind. 

    Today, I, like, got a call from the contractor who installed them.

     He complained that the work had been completed a year ago. and I still hadn’t, like, paid for them. OMG!


     Hellloooo,………… Just because I’m blonde doesn’t mean that I’m, like, automatically stupid.


     So, I told him just what his fast-talking sales guy told me last year — that these windows would, like, pay for themselves in a year.


    Helllooooo? It’s been a year, so they’re, like, paid for, I told him.


    There was only silence at the other end of the line, so I finally hung up.


     He never called back.

     I bet he felt like an idiot.

Blog (38) posted on March 8, 2008
Message from Flavia Moraes (73) – Exchange student from Brazil:
Flavia, I have added you to our Dunseith Alumni Distribution list and I have pasted your address & contact info for the folks below. Gary
Dear Gary
Thank you very much for your e-mail. It is so great to receive news from ND.
I lived with the Campbells for 6 months and you are totally right when you say they are nice folks. They were so nice to me that they made me love them forever. We still keep in touch and I know they are getting old…. so I am always willing to come back to Dunseith to meet them.
I have wonderful memories from the time I spent in Dunseith and I am sure I will never forget.
Did we meet when we  I was in the States~
Let´s keep in touch…
Best regards
33 Moraes Flavia Est. Carlos Q Telles, 81      apto. 71 Torre Lago       05704-150 Sao Paulo – SP – Brazil 55 11 2125.0216    
From Diane Millang Volk (77) – Dunseith Dragons:
Thank you for all the e-mails.  They are a joy to read.
     Last Tuesday night MLS (Mohall-Lansford-Sherwood); my daughter and son play for MLS; played the Dunseith Dragons in the boys Basketball Regional playoffs.  It was one the most intertaining  and fun games I have ever seen.  The Dragons won by two in double overtime.  The compettion was fast and furious, both teams came out ready for a fight.  What struck me the most was that even thro the competition was tight both teams treated each other like they were best friends.  The Dunseith boys and their coach represented the town very well.  They played hard but were still gentlemen on the court.  Last night the Dragons played Bishop Ryan for the championship game.  The Dragons may of beat the MLS Mavericks earlier in the tournment but the Mavericks were out in full forse hoping that the Dragons were to beat Ryan.  The Dragons had won the respect of the Mavericks where Bishop Ryan had failed to do so.  As our neighbor sitting next to us said, “We really should cheer for Ryan as they come from our District, but the Dragon players and fans deserve it more.”   
Diane Millang Volk ( Class of 1977)
Ron Longie’s (65) reply to Dick Johnson (68): longies@netzero.net
Dick Johnson, when we did our Buffalo it was with plaster of paris, we had rubber molds filled them one day, and the next we painted them. Dick did the guys still play dodge ball or should I say jungle ball very few rules. I was totally taken back with the changes in Dunseith, I kinda felt like a foreigner in my own town. I guess I was kinda expecting my little peace of heaven not to change, but as we know all things change. Take care nice talking at you.
                                                                              Ron Longie
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