Happy Birthday Art Hagen (’72): Cebu, Philippines & Bottineau, ND

    Happy Birthday Art Rude (’71): Bismarck, ND

Happy Birthday Floyd Dion (’45): Dunseith, ND

The Old log house in Trish Larson’s photos
Replies from Dick Johnson (68) and Larry Hackman (’66):

Gary and Friends,

      Larry Hackman and I both believe the old log house in Trish’s picture is the old Hackman log home along Highway 43 on the west side of School Section Lake in Holmes Township.  Here is our banter on the picture.  Thanks Gary!
Dick

> Larry,

>    The picture of Harvey Larson pretending to be drinking outside of

> an old log house has me wondering.  The log house sure looks a lot

> like Gus and Bill’s (your grandmother’s) house along 43 to me.  What do you think?

> 

> Dick

> Dick

> I agree with you Dick, it does look like the Grandpa and Grandma

> Hackman log home.  Everything seems to be right , even the location of

> the trees.

> I just don’t  remember that guy standing there, tipping up that bottle.

> Larry

Larry,

    I remember the green asphalt sheeting that was on the old house and it is on this log house in the picture too so I bet it is that place. 

The old house has basically fallen in on itself now and the ravages of time have taken their toll on the poor old thing.  It was ALWAYS there for as long as I can remember but, no more.  Just the memories are left now.

Dick

Class of ‘73
Anyone recognize this Gal?

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Blog (274) posted on November 6, 2008

Obituary provided by Neola Kofoid Garbe: 

Evelyn Pladson

May 3, 1928-Nov. 2, 2008

DUNSEITH Evelyn Grace Pladson, 80, Bottineau, formerly of Dunseith, died Sunday, Nov. 2, 2008, in a Minot hospital.

She was born May 3, 1928, to Edwin and Gertie Nelson in the Turtle Mountains and was raised by her mother and her stepfather, Nels Landsverk. She married Arthur Pladson Oct. 16, 1948, in Rolla.

Survivors: sons, Allen, Dunseith, Wallace, Cavalier, Almo, Ontario, Calif.; four grandchildren; six great-grandchildren; brothers, Elwood Landsverk and Virgil Landsverk, both Minot, Bruce Landsverk, Dunseith, Roger Landsverk, David Landsverk and Leland Landsverk, all Bottineau, Kenneth Landsverk, Salinas, Calif.; sisters, Sharon Beckman and Barb Lawrence, both Bottineau,

Funeral: Today, 2 p.m., Peace Lutheran Church, Dunseith.

Burial: Rendahl Cemetery, near Dunseith.

Visitation: Today, 9 a.m. to noon, Nero Funeral Home, Bottineau.

From Erling Landsverk (44):

GARY!

THANK YOU FOR THE SPEEDY REPLY AND HELP WITH THE INFO.  I NEVER FAIL TO BE AMAZED AT HOW SIMPLE  THE TECHNICAL ASPECT OF COMMUNICATION HAS BECOME.  WHILE READING ONE OF YOUR LAST E MAILS, I READ ABOUT THE OLD UNDERWOOD TYPEWRITER.   FOR US AT THAT TIME, THAT WAS A PRETTY DARNED MODERN  WAY TO TYPE LETTERS AND OTHER DOCUMENTS.  INCIDENTALLY, I TOOK TYPING FOR TWO YEARS, AND NOW I AM HAPPY I DID.

THANKS AGAIN GARY FOR YOUR HELP.  IT IS VERY MUCH APPRECIATED

ERLING LANDSVERK

Erling, I’m not sure how many of our readers realize that your are blind.  If I understood you correctly with what you told me before, you independently read your email with Audible software and of coarse reply with the excellent typing skills that you posses.  You are to be commended for the skills you have developed, enabling you to communicate with all of the well written beautiful messages you send. Gary

Reply from Sharon Longie Dana (73): 

Folks, David Skarr has been on the Jeopardy show.  He is Wayne Smith’s (61) Nephew.

That David Skarr is a smart fellow. We have been watching him on the show!!!

Sharon Longie Dana(73)

Memories from Gary Metcalfe (57): 

Memories from Lyle Olson (75):

Gary and all:

Hanging out at the Snow White Bakery is a favorite memory of mine.  I am certain that many other Dunseith Alumni remember doing so.

Herman Martinson was a kind man, and a good example to many kids.  He never had all that much to say, but when he did say something, it had meaning and it stuck with you for awhile.  He was one of the hardest working people I have ever met, up at 3:00 a.m., and up all day long til the bakery would close for the day.

Kids in the 70’s used to hang out at the bakery to look at the girls walking up and down main street, and eat Bismarcks by the half dozen.  I remember I used to get $2.00 for allowance.  I would go to the Crystal Café and get a Jumbo Burger for a $1.00 and then top off the meal with a few Bismarcks from Herman.  If I had money left over, Glen Shelver’s store was the next stop for a few candy bars.  These bad eating habits have served me well over the years as anyone who has seen me lately can certainly attest.

In any event, one of the greatest highlights of hanging out at Herman’s during the summer was getting a chance to ride with Tim Martinson up to the Peace Garden for deliveries to Minnie Flynn’s store and to the music camp.  Those trips always led to some good girl sightseeing, and if lucky, we would even talk to some girls and make plans to meet them at the lookout or the lodge.  Fun times to be sure.  Tim also used to pack several kids in the back of the pickup for trips to Lake Williams so that we could go swimming.

Tim used to coach baseball in Dunseith.  He was an excellent catcher in his day, and even a better coach.  I remember that either he or his brother Terry put me in to catch batting practice one day.  A foul ball found a most delicate spot and I was taught by the Martinson brothers how to do the bicycle.  Terry asked me why I wasn’t wearing a cup and I had no answer because I had yet to catch my breath long enough to speak.  Well, Tim, perhaps sensing that I wasn’t going to be a catcher after all, hit ground balls to me for over a half hour.  I was quite afraid of the ball and that coaching strategy only enhanced my fear.  Today, I realize he was making a valiant attempt to make a better ball player and person out of me by forcing me to face my fears.

Herman also often taught lessons that you did not know were lessons until well after the event.  I remember being short of money once and I asked Herman if I could charge a few Bismarcks.  To my surprise he said no!  He said he was sure that I did not “need” the Bismarcks but that I only “wanted” the Bismarcks.  He told me to be sure that if you “wanted” versus “needed” something, then you should save money for it.  Now that is advice to live by.  He later let me charge Bismarcks after I learned he had let my younger brother Rob charge a few – his heart was too big to do otherwise, but I did learn a valuable lesson.

Herman was like a father to many kids, especially kids like Marvin Kalk, Donald Malaterre, Clark Malaterre and many others who worked for him over the years.  I already told people about the heat stroke incident after playing basketball at Campbell’s.  There was another time when my instincts told me to go to Herman because he would know what to do.  Many of us kids were ice skating and I, somehow or another, stepped on Shelley Hagel’s hand with my ice skate.  Well, the blood started pumping immediately and I just knew she was going to die if I did not do something.  I grabbed her other hand and dragged her from the ice skating rink south of the old police station through the back door of Herman’s, blood following all along the way.  Herman grabbed a towel and wrapped Shelly’s hand and then calmly told me to drag her to the clinic.  He never said a word about why I felt the need to drag Shelley through his spotless working area.  I am happy to say that Shelley survived and she and I are friends to this day; however, I do not think Ray or Lois Hagel were too impressed with my heroics.

Many of us realize as we get older just how much of an influence people like Herman have had on our lives.  I think those of us who grew up in Dunseith in the 1970’s can thank our lucky stars for people like Herman  – I know I do.

Lyle, those of us from the 60’s have fond memories of Herman and the bakery too.  Every lunch period, I’d top off my school cafeteria meal with 3 glazed donuts at Herman’s bakery. They were three for a dime.  Herman would just let us put our money on the counter and help our selves.  Those were the best donuts ever.  Gary

Memories from Dick Johnson (68): 

Gary and Friends,

Thanks to Sharon Longie Dana for the quick reply! I wish I could
remember the girl’s name, but it’s gone. Thanks for trying to fill in
the gap! We spent lots of evenings skating and goofing around at the old
skating rink. George Aitcheson was the city employee who always flooded
the rink on the first really cold night–sometimes 20 degrees below! The
ice froze quickly and made a smooth rink. Mel and I were talking about
the homemade scraper that we had to use to clean the snow off the ice
after it snowed. We both remembered that it was about 4 feet wide and
had a two man handle. I used it because I wanted to—Mel said something
about a debt he owed to society, or something like that! I’m quite sure
Mel didn’t intend for me to put that on this blog, so I will!! Thanks Gary!

Dick

This Article should bring back a few memories.

Folks, I had seen this article before and remembered Vonnie Hiatt was in it, so I queried the system using her name to locate this article.  That is why her name and the Hiatt names are highlighted.

Rod; Vonnie left us way to early in life. I know that she was a big part of your actioneering business and that your family misses her dearly. She was a neighbor and very close friend of my Brother Darrel, his wife Debby and their children, Kristin & Nathan.  Your brother Earl was in our class of 65 too.  I knew him well and was extreemley shocked when I heard he was killed in that accident in the winter of 65/66 on #3 south of Rolette. Leland Stickland was with him.

Gary

Turtle Mountain Star – July 22, 1965
Mr. & Mrs. John Awalt Celebrate 40 years of Marriage
 

Happy Birthday Cecile Carbonneau Marchand (’51) Clearwater, FL.

Reply to pictures
From Trish Larson Clayburgh (73):   Portola Valley, CA

Yes Dick you guessed it,  and the details!  Except it was a 49.  You would have made a great detective.  The photo was taken the night of the prom, just before we got dressed to go.  Gotta love those pants right?

Uff Dah!!!

That was the coolest of all the cool cars my Dad restored while I was in high school.  It was a “fastback” and he furnished it with my grandfather’s horsehair blanket for warmth over the front bench seat.  The interior was soft, with a plush grey headliner.  It was my first car and I was madly in love with it, as you would have been Dick, although it really was a feminine car.  I learned to “set points” with my Dad on that car, and I know you know what that means ha ha.

I fondly remember that car, but I am sorry to admit to it’s tragic demise at my inexperienced hand.

It had a sleek push button automatic transmission on it’s perfect dashboard, and I am mortified to this day to tell you I ruined the engine because my Dad assumed I was smart enough to understand how it worked..  I drove it home to the port one night in low gear at high speed when I pushed the wrong button by beginner accident, not knowing why the engine was screaming at me.  It was never the same and I was so ashamed when my Dad explained what I had done.

There were other great cars I got to drive in high school, but of all of them, this was my favorite.  Even now, it’s hard to admit to my ignorance and the damage it caused. However painful, it was an excellent lesson for me.  From then on I was acutely aware of engine sounds and their possible meaning.

By the way, that’s my Dad Harvey Larson.  He wasn’t a “drinker” at all, but he found that bottle in front of that cabin in the woods and was “hamming it up” for the camera.  He had a funny sense of humor and was always joking around.  I still miss him though he’s been gone for 20 years now.

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Blog (273) posted on November 5, 2008

Folks, I still have class lists for the classes of 76 & 77 to post.  I will be posting those in the next day or two. Gary

Evelyn Pladson’s death notice/funeral provided by Neola Kofoid Garbe: 

EVELYN PLADSON, 80, Dunseith, died Sunday in a Minot hospital. Funeral Wednesday, 2 p.m., Peace Lutheran Church, Dunseith. Visitation today, 1 to 7 p.m., and Wednesday, 9 a.m. to noon, in Nero Funeral Home, Bottineau.

Condolences to the Pladson family from Paula Fassett (71): 

Gary and all:

I was very sad to read that Evelyn Pladson has passed away.  Years ago, I worked with her at Hosmer’s Dry Goods (when Lawrence Struck was owner).  She was a very hardworking lady, but one who never complained about it.  I remember her as a very kind and cheerful lady – she had a laugh that would just make you laugh along!  She loved her boys and loved life.  I always figured between Evelyn and my great Aunt Helen Nelson, who also worked at Hosmer’s for MANY years, they probably knew everyone in the TurtleMountains – and more than likely were related to about 50% of them!!!

My condolences to her family.

Paula Fassett

Message from Ron Longie (65): 

Gary,

I just got back from Elk hunting, and started catching up on my back Emails I especially like your Email with Mr & Mrs Medrud. I remember as a kid spending a considerable amount of time at their house for they were our next door neighbors. The memories are to many to list good, good memories ..  Thanks

From Kenny Nerpel (65):

Gary,

Lyle Olson’s contributions trigger some more memories:

I have to agree with Lyle that the reasons he listed are pretty
much why a lot of people choose not to contribute.  Another
reason is the CRS issue brought up by Mel Kuhn.  Most people, I
think, just do not clearly remember “stuff” from that long ago
and if you happen to get it wrong you risk offending others.
We don’t want to do that, do we.

Being many years older than Lyle, I never really got to know him
in his high school years but I do remember him pretty well from
earlier days.  I remember that our families used to try to get
together back then at our Grandparent’s home on Thanksgiving Day.
Later when everyone became more scattered we would get together
at our Uncle Larry Metcalfe’s home in Devils Lake and later
Carrington.  When I was about 13 and Lyle was about 3 we were
sitting around our Grandparent’s living room, probably on
Thanksgiving Day, watching their black and white TV and a
Folger’s Coffee commercial came on.  Maybe a lot of you will
remember the one about a cup and a half of flavor being in each
cup of coffee.  Well anyway they would start pouring the coffee
and it would continue to fill the cup well past the top.  Lyle’s
eyes got big and he looked at me and said “they can’t fool me,
that’s ‘wubber’.”

In 1972 when I was enrolled in college at NDSU, the Dunseith High
School basketball team made it into the State Tournament.  I
remember that they were huge favorites in the first round against
I think it was Berthhold.  I was sitting in a Tavern in Fargo
with some friends and I would go out to my car about every 15
minutes to check on the score.  After doing this a number of
times I found that I was about 3 beers behind and decided that
being it was the third Quarter and they were still up by 15
points that I would just check the paper the next day to get the
score and see how Don had done and if they won by enough that
maybe Lyle might have gotten into the game.  Imagine my surprise
when i saw the score the next day.  A classic example of the
“choke” or maybe just overdoing the prevent defense?

I think it is tough to compare teams of different years because
circumstances vary.  Another team that I remember well was the
team of 1987 that also qualified for the state tournament.  I
remember them so well because I was following the Starkweather
team that
year that also made it to state and they met Dunseith in the
losers bracket. It went much like i thought it would.  Men
against boys.  I had seen the Dunseith team earlier that year
against Belcourt, who that year was a real good class A team and
Dunseith handled them with ease.  But they also choked in the
state tournament’s first round losing to Leeds, a team that
Starkweather had handled quite easily during the regular season.
The Starkweather team that year had 4 of their starters from
the little community of Webster and I knew all of them quite well.

Dunseith’s class of 1965 team did quite well under the
circumstances.  We had a number of kids who probably would have
been starters who decided not to play, I guess partly because
they chose to concentrate on academics instead.  We ended up
winning about 10 games with players who might not have started
and a couple of younger kids who weren’t quite ready to play
against seniors.  I remember one of them, Alan Houle, was
probably one of the finest pure shooters that ever played at
Dunseith High School.  Anything over the half line was considered
a good shot for Alan.  What a field day he would have had in the
era of the 3-pointer.

Kenny

Reply from Bev Morinville Azure (72): 

Gary,
Almo Pladson was my classmate  and  a  very good friend , I am  sorry to hear about his mom  I wrote him a  personal  e mail.  But   has  anyone heard  when the  funeral will be.  thanks   gary for all u do  Bev
  GOD  BLESS YOU …………BEV

Reply from Bev Morinville Azure (72): 

Thank you Cecile uncle alpie lived  with us when  he returned  from Colorado. I took  care of him  till he had a  stroke and then he wanted to  go to the  nursing  home. He  said I had enough   with  my dad and Shonda.  He  was  always   so kind  to me  everyday when  Shonda and I walked to the  mail we would go  and visit  great  uncle  Alpie, Shonda  got very  close to him .  Uncle Art  was my  godfather and  was a  very  quiet man and a  very kind man also.  Thank  for   sending  this  picture  to  me  I will also cherish   it.  Bev

Message/Picture from Orissa Horsman Dion (41): 

Pictures from Allen Richard (65):

I’m enclosing a few pictures of relative I had the chance to connect with.

Me with cousins Laurel Ann and Beverly, Daughters of Art and Irene Richard Lagasse.

(Irene was Dad’s older sister–and sister of Stella Schimetz)  (Art Lagasse was the

older brother of Xenon Lagasse who is the late husband of Fern Berube, Angela’s mother.)

And of course Greg and Angela Malget–We had a wonderful dinner at the Mall of America Sunday night on my way home.  If you play it right you can get a 4-5 hour layoverinMinneapolis — time enough to visit the Mall for shopping and especially for connecting with loved ones.

(I really did attend the conference—REALLY I did!  )

Picture provided by Neola Kofoid Garbe: 

Reply from Edith Struck Lampman (73): 

Edith, With your parents purchase of  Hosmer’s, in the mid 60’s, your family and parents were well known in the Dunseith community. Having known your mother and your family, I know a lot of folks will be interested to see this picture of your Grandmother.  Gary

Hi Gary,

The picture that you posted was our mom, Eva’s mother. Her name was Elma Adnette Knudsen born November 8, 1890.  She married our grandfather, mom’s dad, Archibald Edward McNair.  They lived on the southern plains of Saskatchewan.

Mom took the original picture of her mother to Wondrasek’s to have copies made.  I have one with the date of 1974 stamped on it with Wondrasek’s name and address.

thanks Gary for knitting a small community together with memories and history that is a part of all of us.  I don’t always get each day’s entry read, but I revel in the chance each time I do.

Also, I have responded to individuals as they post, which has been fun to reconnect that way.  You are a hero in my book!

Edith Struck Lampman

Elam Adnette Knudsen McNair – Eva Strucks Mother.

Folks,

With kind of a busy schedule I was unable get a blog posted the last four days.

Our Cebu Expat monthly dinner group has grown tremendously in the past few months. With a maximum capacity of a hundred at the Marco Polo, we had to schedule 3 dinners for Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday of this week. We had nearly a hundred folks for Monday and Tuesday’s dinners and 25 for Wednesday. Coordinating and attending these dinners kind of kept me busy. With the popularity of the Marco Polo, our dinners are well attended there.

Bernadette has not been well either. She was only able to attend Monday’s dinner at the Marco Polo and she was dragging too. She has not snapped out of it yet either. We are so fortunate to have the help of her 3 nieces.  

Gary

Replies to Class of 73 unidentified picture
Provided by Trish Larson Claybough (’73):  Portola Valley, CA

Reply to class of 73 picture
From Dick Johnson (‘’68):  Dunseith, ND

Gary and Friends,

      The picture of the gal with the scarf leaning on the ’50 Chevy also looks like Trish Larson to me.  It was taken on the driveway in front of Campbell’s garage and the slope roof building in the distance is Mellmer’s garage.  My guess is that is was the day after the prom–big hairdo makes me think so.  I sure would like to know where the car went? 

Dick

Unidentified picture posted yesterday

Class of ‘73
Anyone recognize this guy or the building?

Joke of the day
Posted by Trish Larson (’73):  Portola Valley, CA

One dark night outside a small town in Minnesota, a fire started inside the local chemical plant and in a blink of an eye it exploded into massive flames. The alarm went out to all the               fire departments for miles around.
When the volunteer fire fighters appeared on the scene, the chemical company president rushed to the fire chief and said, “All our secret formulas are in the vault in the center of the plant. They must be saved. I will give $50,000 to the fire department that brings them out intact.”
But the roaring flames held the firefighters off.
Soon more fire departments had to be called in as the situation became desperate. As the firemen arrived, the president shouted out that the offer was now $100,000 to the fire department who could bring out the company’s secret files.
From the distance, a lone siren was heard as another fire truck came into sight. It was the nearby Norwegian rural township volunteer fire company composed mainly of Norwegians over the age of 65. To everyone’s amazement, that little run-down fire engine roared right past all the newer sleek engines that were parked outside the plant.
Without even slowing down it drove straight into the middle of the inferno. Outside, the other firemen watched as the Norwegian old timers jumped off right in the middle of the fire fought it back on all sides. It was a performance and effort never seen before.
Within a short time, the Norske old timers had extinguished the fire and had saved the secret formulas. The grateful chemical company president announced that for such a superhuman feat he was upping the reward to $200,000, and walked over to personally thank each of the brave fire fighters.
The local TV news reporter rushed in to capture the event on film, asking their chief, “What are you going to do with all that money?”
“Vell,” said Ole Larsen, the 70-year-old fire chief, “Da first thing ve gonna do is fix da brakes on dat truck!

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Blog (272) posted on November 4, 2008

From Vickie Metcalfe (70): 

EVELYN PLADSON, 80, Dunseith, died Sunday in a Minot hospital. (Nero Funeral Home, Bottineau)

Gary,

Several teachers  including  LeaRae (Parrill) Espe and myself went
to Minot yesterday to see Letaine Brandt who had  heart attacks again
on Saturday remains in very critical  condition.

While in the intensive care waiting room we also visited the Pladson
and Landsverk families.  Evelyn (Landsverk) Pladson passed away
surrounded by family on Sunday.
Evelyn is the mom of Alan, Wally, and Almo, who all attended Dunseith School.
I am certain  many folks have fond remembrances of Evelyn as a
quiet, kind, hardworking lady.
Vickie
—
Vickie L. Metcalfe

Vickie, Almo is on our Distribution list. 

Almo, Our condolences are with you and your family with the loss of your mother.  It’s tough loosing a parent. We will post her Obituary when it is published.  Gary

Reply from Bob Lykins (Teacher):

That’s very funny, Margaret.  Yes, Gary, I do remember, very well, those days of teaching typing at Dunseith HS.  Ah, the sound of those bells ringing the end of the line and returning carriages.  It is true what you say about spell check.  I also remember tearing apart one of the old manuals to see how they worked.  The repair man only came around once or twice a year and the students needed to have their machines repaired now and not later.  So I went out and bought small screw drivers and sharp-nose plyers.  Along with key chains, itty-bitty screws, rubber bands, and light-weight sewing machine oil I managed to keep most of the machines up and running.   I remember we had this old Underwood that had to have been manufactured in the 1930s.  It had no casing and was open all the way around.  It was the best machine we had for durability but was hard to type on because the key pressure could not be adjusted.  I believe one of the Cassavant boys had that machine.  I wonder if he still has fat fingers from pounding on that thing every day.

Bob

Additional comments from Mr. Lykins:

Gary,

I read with great interest your comments on All Saints Day in the PI.  It brought back memories of when I was TDY to Subic Bay during that time of the year.  In the evening we took a boat out into the Bay just off the main Olongapo/Subic City cemetary.  The cemetery stretched from the highway alongside the bay up the side of a large hill.  That night the people flocked to the cemetary and the only light one could see from the bay were the thousands of candles dotting the hillside.  It was very spectacular.  We docked the boat and went up into the cemetery.  It was all very festive with bands playing and roaming vendors selling all kinds of food and wares.  I stopped to chat with more than one interesting family group.  The families had gathered around their family burial plots which were, more often than not, marked by a large stone grave marker or alter with the family name on it.  Everyone in a family of about 30 or so people, including the little ones, wore ball caps with the name of their dead ancestor stitched on the front.  As I recall it was not a name one would normally associate with a family from the Philippines but rather a good Irish name like O’Neill. So I asked one of the older people about it.  It seems an American sailor, not long after the Subic Bay Naval Station had been established, decided to stay and start his own family there.  O’Neills now number well into the thousands in the PI.  As I meandered through the cemetery I noticed more than a few “foreign” names on the grave stones.  They were and are a lasting testament to the American presence in that part of the world.  When I left the Pacific area in 1979 for Germany we had over 9,000 American military and civilian retirees who were living around Clark Air Base.  I don’t know how many retirees there were around Subic and other installations but I am sure it was/is well into the thousands.  No doubt that has fallen of f since our closing of the bases in the PI.  It is a beautiful country and an American can live like a king on a small pension.  I must confess that the thought of retiring there did cross my mind more than once.

Take care and my best to Bernadette.

Bob Lykins

Mr. Lykins, What you said about the cemeteries is so true.  We live in Cebu, located about 400 miles south of Manila and Subic Bay. The cost of living here is somewhat less than back in the states, but overall with the extra’s that we have and living to American standard’s, it averages out about the same. The average Filipino family lives very sub to our standards. A family of 5 can live comfortably, in their society, on less than $200 per month. Bernadette and I have gotten spoiled with the very inexpensive domestic help.  Several months ago we took a few of the local children down to McDonald’s. We ordered happy meal chicken nuggets for all of them.  The one little by would not eat any of his food, including the fries, because this food was new to him and he did not like it. He wanted his dried fish and rice.  For price comparison, a McDonald’s quarter Pound deal, with cheese, costs $2.50. Ice cream sundae’s cost $.60.

Rod Hiatt’s (69) Reply to Gary:
Please see my question to Rod below.  Gary

Hello Gary
The email address is right and the year is 73 for Little Chip
Rick and Chip are married to Fairweather sisters. There Dad, Renolds, is
from North of Souris, but while in the service he married a gal from
Georgia and thats where the kids were raised until probably into junior
high, when they moved up here and he worked for the elevator.
I have my coffee every morning enjoying the stories and memories of
everyone around Dunseith. You made my Mom’s day when you called her a
while back. Thanks and keep up all the good work.
Rod

Rod, I too enjoyed visiting with your mother, Vida. I have known her my entire life and your dad too. I had a really nice visit with your folks, at the bowling alley, in Bottineau, the summer before your dad, Howard, passed on. They are great folks.  Gary

Gary Stokes wrote:

Rod,

I have a Mike Johnson listed in the class of 63 and one in the class
of 73 each with the same email address
Which one is correct?  I’m thinking the one I have listed for 73 is
correct. I only have an email address for both listings with  no
mailing address or phone.

What is Rick and Mike’s wife’s maiden name?  Are they from the
Rolette/Bottineau county areas?

Sounds like you guys had a whirl wind of a trip, but fun.

I’ll post this tomorrow.  Thanks for sharing.

Gary

From Dick Johnson (68): 

Gary and Friends,

Reading the stories from Marshall Awalt and others about traveling
through blizzards, reminded me of a similar story Dad told me. He said
the boys basketball team was riding with Glen Shelver and others on the
way to Bisbee or Cando for a game, when they came upon a Model A Ford
that had gone off the road into the ditch full of snow. Glen had the
boys push the light car back up on the road as no one was around. Dad
said they had only gone on a short distance when they met a team of
horses and a sleigh with the owner of the car riding with the farmer.
Glen Shelver laughed out loud, when they went met the team, and said, “I
wonder how that poor guy is going to explain to the farmer why his car
is sitting on the road and not in the ditch”? Thanks Gary!

Dick

From Cecile Gouin Craig (61): 

As November 11, will be here soon, thought this maybe of interest to the
Dunseith folks. Wilmer Dion was Floyd and Derald’s Father All five of these
brave men were uncles to the Morinvilles, my Mother Jean, brother Morris,
and my self. Father and four uncles to Floyd and Derald. Joe Morinville’s
Mother Eva Dion, Morrinville, Peat and my Grandmother Rena Dion, Daoust were
sisters this pictures is of their brothers.
As always thanks Gary for all you do. Cecile

Picture provided by LaRose Ketterling (46):

    Happy Birthday Diane Millang Volk (’77): Sherwood, ND      

Happy birthday Wendy Strietzel: Sawyer, ND      

 Happy Birthday Julie Knox Seier (’82): Minot, ND  

Replies to Class of 73 unidentified picture Provided by Trish Larson Claybough (’73):   Portola Valley, CA

Reply to class of 73 picture From Dick Johnson (‘’68):  Dunseith, ND Gary and Friends, The young man just coming through the line at the prom is Johnny Allery and it would appear he will be the next one to hold hands with his date who I would have to assume is Marlys Medlang. Dick

Reply to class of 73 picture From Florence Pladson Sime (’62):   Deering, ND That looks like Dorothy Eurich and Kathy Campbell

Reply to class of 73 picture From David Slyter (’70):  Sabin, MN. Gary : John Allery and Rod Medrud in the background. Girl could be Marlys Medlang   All at the prom.   Dave Slyter (70)

Reply to class of 73 picture From Dewy Morinville (’72):  Dunseith, ND John Allery and Marlys Medlang Unidentified picture posted yesterday

Class of ‘73 Anyone recognize these folks?

Posting from Vickie Metcalfe (’70):  Bottineau, ND   Gary and friends, Mary was a student at Dunseith High my Sophomore /Junior year. She was an older than the average high school student with young school age children at home. She certainly kept the rest of us “teenagers” on our toes and in line as students! Mary was quite determined and serious to complete her goals: graduate from  an accredited high school  and go on  to college. She did! I believe she obtained a nursing degree. One summer  in the late ’70’s when my father was still living, Mary arrived unannounced one weekday afternoon. She said, she was concerned about him. She wished to dress a diabetic ulcer on his foot. She shared her knowledge and skills, then had a good coffee visit with  Mom&Dad. The last time, I saw Mary was  one warm summer Sunday morning at the Family Bakery. She and her husband often ate “dinner”  after attending their church services here in Bottineau. Mary enjoyed pencil sketching animals on napkins while waiting and talking. She would then share her art with others in the cafe. Mary quite proudly shared her cousins successes, fond remembrances of her parents, Axel&Bernece (Kelly) Johnson and her siblings I extend  sympathies to her family. Sincerely, Vickie Metcalfe \
US Veterans Return to Iwo Jima for 70th Anniversary Posting from Vickie Metcalfe (’70):  Bottineau, ND  One of Dad’s responsibilities as a a boson mate ferried  soldiers into fight onto island Japanese strongholds. Days later, after battle he  picked up and carried the bodies out of the ocean. Dad watched the flag raising at Iwo Jima. Not once but twice., he watched  the original. Then,  the re enactment. He loved  to hear Kate Smith’s,  “God Bless AMerica

http://abcnews.go.com/International/wireStory/us-veterans-return-iwo-jima-70th-anniversary-29803710?page=2

Posted by Neola Kofoid Garbe:  Bottineau & Minot, ND  

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Blog (271) posted on November 3, 2008

From Marshall Awalt (51):

Lois yes I remember that crazy incident well when the geese chased us that night.It was a long walk and if memoir serves me right it was very late when we did get back to Dunseith.In those days I don’t think there was much planning ahead everything seemed spur of the moment some one came up with an idea and away we went.Life seemed so care free and everything so much fun.The car I had at the time was a 1932 Cheverlot coup with a rumble seat plus a spare tire in each front fender (which some nights we used both before getting home).We used to pack four people up front and lord only knows how many squeezed in the back.Most nights we just drove up to the San Haven where the road was a y in those days turned around then kicked it out of gear on the way down the hill to see if we could coast all the way down main street.Other times it was swing through the San Haven and down lovers lane to see who was there. After reading your story I went looking for a picture of that old car but can’t find one.I was wondering if you might have one?I know we used that car in our freshman initiation. Traveling to basketball games back in those days was an adventure as the weather in North Dakota could be bad and there was a caravan of cars to carry all the players and cheer leaders plus the fans.I don’t remember them ever canceling a game because of weather. one year during the tournament we had to stay in Rolette over night as a blizzard came up.No school buses in those just the good people like Glen Shelver. Thanks for the memoirs Marshall

Message from Rosemary (Wayne) Smith: Folks, this message leads into the one that follows.

From Dick Johnson (68):  Gary and Friends, I’m sure most readers can remember the city skating rink on the south side of the old police station. We had a warming room on the south side of the fire hall with a plank floor and benches where we could put on our skates. I remember it was heated by a small propane heater and was fairly warm, especially compared to the below zero temps outside. A couple days back, we had a picture of the Bill Longie family posted on this site. One memory I have of the skating rink also includes a girl who was a Longie or a relative of the Longies. We were all skating one evening when she lost her balance near the ‘chain link’ fence that surrounded the rink. She reached for the pipe at the top of the fence just as she fell and missed the pipe but stuck the heavy wire fence top deep into her inner wrist! I remember her hanging there and screaming for help. We helped her up off the wire and got her shoes on so she could go home. It was a nasty injury and needed attention. I  wondered if this could have been the girl now identified as ‘Patty’ in the Longie photo? Ron Longie or Sharon Longie Dana, can you shed light on this one. The girl was about 15 when this happened in the 63-64 time frame. If I remember correctly, she was in Dunseith visiting family at Christmas. Thanks Gary! Dick From Dean Stickland (73): Hi Gary, I sure do appreciate your sustained efforts in providing this wonderful service to all of us.  I keep pretty quiet but enjoy the daily email. There is one small correction I’d like you to make on the class list of ’73.  You have me listed as Stickland Dean/Roberta – my wife’s name is actually Marion.  I believe Deane Striker’s wife is Roberta, so you can just move her up the list a line. Deane and I are cousins – his paternal grandfather (Doug’s dad) was Ermin Striker – a brother to my dad’s mother, May Striker Stickland (later Hughes).  Deane is one day older than I and neither of our mothers knew the other was in the hospital at the same time giving us similar names. We went through 12 grades of school together, fished and hunted together and in later years have shared a few phone calls around birthday time. Like others, I enjoy reading stories of so many folks from the Dunseith area.  I suppose many of us could fill a book with short stories of our growing up years there.  There’s so many fond memories, like days with Dad on the mail route, summer days down at the “crick”, working at the Red Owl store, hunting, fishing, snowmobiling all over the hills . . . the list would get quite long. Thanks to those who have a clear recollection of our younger days and are able and willing to share them with the rest of us. Dean Stickland ’73   From Rod Hiatt (69):  Good day Gary When I seen Dicks story about Little Chip, I had to tell you about our trip last week. Rick(my younger brother) and his wife and I left here with a load of colts heading for Tuscon on Thursday morning. We went to the edge of Denver and met up with Little Chip(Mike Johnson) and traded Ricks wife for him(Chip and Ricks wives are sisters) and headed south for Tuscon. Chip had already been up for about 20 hours but was completely wired for this trip. We drove all through the night, one guy sleeping and one guy was suppose to stay awake and keep the driver company.  Chip was looking like a bobble head doll with a broken recorder that worked part time, when his head would bang against the window he would wake up talking and seconds later he was back to the bobble head again. When daylight came it was Chips turn to drive and pulling 32 feet of trailer with livestock was something Chip hadn’t done much of the last 20 years as a Denver City Boy. If this were a test, the starting slow and stopping easy would have been failures, but the in between part was passing.(He still knows how to cuss out drivers who don’t drive to his liking)  He was Ricks extra eyes when the directions that were given were wrong(some people blamed me for that) and getting that big rig turned around in private drives, or doing a U-e on a busy Tuscon 4 lane road. We finally found our destination and unloaded half the colts there, rested 2 hours and headed to Las Vegas with the remainder. Just north of Tuscon it was Chips turn to drive again and Rick was sleeping, so there for it was my turn as co pilot and map reader. I am almost positive that I told Chip left, but anyway it was nice touring that little town before we found somewhere to turn around and go Northeast instead of Southwest. We made it to the west edge of Vegas at 2 a.m. unloaded, ate and slept until 6 before we headed back to Denver. Chip did remind us that a breakfast Burrito in New Mexico and 2 a.m. supper in Vegas just wasn’t exactly what he would consider a well balance diet. We thought that he was just a cheap date. As we got into the heavy Denver traffic that night, again Chip was the direction man and just about the time we were coming to a split, he falls to sleep and Rick goes left instead of right.  Well he finally got us steered the right direction and we did get 8 good hours of sleep at his house. The next morning Rick, his wife Susan and I headed back to Bottineau and with only 1 minor mistake, I’m sure that the atlas I was reading had mistakes, as the highway we were on was not suppose to take us to the main terminal of Denver International. People sure stared as we came zinging through with 32 feet of trailer. Sometimes wished I didn’t have Hiatt Farms plastered on the trailer. Anyway we traveled 4050 miles, went through 9 states, did it 4 days and Chip called and wanted to know when the next run would be. He either is lacking company from back home or he banged his head on the window harder than we thought. One thing was sure, having him on this trip was a real blast as he hasn’t changed a bit from when he left here over 20 years ago and I don’t know if we could have done it without him. So if you go through Denver you need to give Chip a call, and he will show you small town hospitality in the big city. Rod, I found a Dunseith article in one of the 1965 “Turtle Mountain Star” achieves, on line, that will be of interest to many.  In that article you are listed several or more times as Roddy.  I did not realize that you went by Roddy back then. In this article you played the part of the father and your sister Vonnie the part of a bride in a skit you guys put on.  Does that ring any bells or bring back any memories to you or anyone else? You and Vonnie also played a duet. I will be posting that article in a few days.  Gary Provided by Neola Kofoid Garbe:  ALLEN MORIN, 54, Dunseith, died Oct. 30 in his home. Funeral Thursday, 10 a.m., St. Benedict’s Catholic Church, Belcourt. Visitation Wednesday, 6 p.m., with a rosary service at 8 p.m., both in the church. (Elick Funeral Home, Rolla) RAYMOND POITRA, 70, St. John, died Tuesday in a St. Paul, Minn., hospital. Funeral Monday, 10 a.m., St. Ann’s Catholic Church, Belcourt. Visitation Sunday, 6 p.m., with a rosary service at 8 p.m., both in the church. (Elick Funeral Home, Rolla)

Picture provided byLaRose Ketterling (46):                                      Dunseith High School Class of 1975

Condolences to Lois Lilleby Fielding (’51)  and her family on the passing of Leonard Fielding

From Glen Williams (’52):  Missoula, MT.

Class of 63 pictures
Provided by Trish Larson Claybough (’73):  Portola Valley, CA 

Folks,

Trish sent me a lot of pictures. I will be posing an new one each day.

Trish’s message.
Ha ha Gary. Going through some old photos. Let’s have people guess? It’s Cathy Campbell and I serving punch at the prom in 1969 I think…

Reply to Picture
From Dewy Morinville (’72): Dunseith, ND
Cathy campbell on left n trish Larson

Reply to Picture
From Cheryl Larson Dakin (’71): Bedford, TX
In the photo marked 1973 the girl on the left is Cathy Campbell
Cheryl Larson Dakin

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From Ivy Eller Robert (’74):  Bottineau, ND
Hi Gary,
I believe the two people in the picture of the class of 73 are Cathy Campbell & Trish Larson.
Ivy (Eller) Robert (’74)

Reply to Picture
From Bonnie Awalt Houle (’56):   Decker, MN
The two Gals in the picture.  The Woman on  the right is Gayl Bedard Lamoureux .  Gayl is the one wearing glasses.
(Bonnie Awalt Houle 56)

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From David Schimetz (’79):   Mandan, ND
Class of 73. I believe the gal to the left is Cathy Campbell but not sure exactly the gal to the right but it’s kind of blurry but that maybe Trish Larson.

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From Marlys Hiatt (’71):  Dunseith, ND
I believe the young lady on the left is Kathy Campbell.  I recognize the other young lady but can’t say her name.
Marlys Hiatt

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From Sharon Longie Dana (’73)  Missoula, MT
picture is Cathy Campbell and Trish Larson

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From Marvil Hill Thompson Bottineau, ND
Class of 73 one of the young ladies would be Cathy Campbell

Class of ‘73
Anyone recognize these folks?

Posted by Neola Kofoid Garbe:  Bottineau & Minot, ND

JOSEPH WILLIAM BOGUSLAWSKI

(April 8, 1944 – March 15, 2015)

Joseph William Boguslawski, age 70 of Dunseith, died on Sunday, March 15, 2015 in a Grand Forks hospital. Funeral services will be held at 10:00 a.m. on Saturday, March 21 in the Nero Funeral Home chapel in Bottineau. Burial will be in the Rendahl Cemetery of rural Dunseith. Visitation will be held from 10:00 a.m. to 9:00 p.m. with a prayer service at 7:00 p.m. on Friday at the funeral home.

Joseph William Boguslawski, the son of Joseph & Charlotte (Allard) Boguslawski, was born April 8, 1944 in the Bottineau Hospital. He was raised on the family farm near Butte St. Paul. Joe married June Boppre on November 16, 1963 at Dunseith. They had 3 children – Kim, Todd & Kay. Joe was a lineman for North Central Electric for 10 years and farmed all of his life. He was a very talented man and could repair and build almost anything. He enjoyed working in his shop and restoring old tractors. In recent years he also worked for Pinkys Aggregates in Rolette. June passed away on December 14, 2006. Joe has continued to make Dunseith his home.

He loved to hunt, fish, watch high school basketball, spend time with his grandson, Taylor, and visit family and friends. He also enjoyed supplying gravel to many people in the area. He was always proud of his annual corn crop and supplied many friends with fresh corn on the cob. He spent many hours in the winter feeding and watching deer in front of his house and working in the shop.

Joe passed away March 15, 2015 at Altru Hospital in Grand Forks after a short battle with cancer.

He is survived by his children Kim Boguslawski of Dunseith, Todd Boguslawski of Minot, and Kay (Tim) Jacobson of Grand Forks and grandson Taylor Parisien of Grand Forks. Sisters Janet (Gordon) Erbstoesser of Bismarck, Helen Boguslawski & Pat Gottbreht both of Dunseith, sisters-in-law, Donna (Walt) Weaver of Tolley, ND and Ann Perry of Dunseith; mother-in-law, Eloise Boppre of Bottineau; as well as several nieces and nephews and special friend Paulette Pollard.

He was preceded in death by his wife, June of 43 years, his parents, father in law Donald Boppre, brother in law Mark Perry and nieces Darcy Weaver & Eloyce Perry

Luann Butch Oustad
Request from Sybil Johnson: Minot, ND

Gary, could you please add LuAnn Burtch to the blog. For those who remember Harlan and Marlan Oustad, LuAnn is their oldest daughter and still lives in Sawyer, ND. I was talking to her the other day, about Mary Lou (Augie’s sister), who is now in the hospital in Bismarck in bad condition.

Here is her email address:

Thanks,
Sybil

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Blog (270) posted on November 2, 2008

Reply from Orissa Horsman Dion (41): 

Hi Gary

Thank you so much for the pictures. I had never seen it before.what you are doing is so interesting. I don’t know the other lady. Wonder if you can send some of the stuff from my class?? The things you are working on now is too new, don’t know any of them.

I hope you can read this, I don’t type and my vision is very poor.   A couple days ago I had a phone call from Blanche Wicks, she got my number from your information. That was fun, we used to pal around in 4th grade. Thank you again, will be looking for more.

Orissa

Folks, Orissa is replying to the picture that Susan Fassett Martin provided of Orissa, when she was a baby, with her mother, in message (267).  Orissa is married to Charles Dion (39), brother to Floyd.  They have dial up service and have requested to only receive selected blogs because of their slow connection.  I know they’d love to hear from you folks though, so feel free to send them messages.  Gary

From Ardys Bakken Horner (Teacher): 

Greetings to the class of l973, you all survived 8th grade English from a very green teacher.
I really enjoyed having you in class and nice to know so many of you have had sucessful careers.
My favorite memories were of those competitive HS Basketball games and going to the state BB tournament
in Minot when  Larry Haugen was coach.  Ardys Bakken Horner

From Margaret Metcalfe Leonard (65): 

Hi Gary

As a Business teacher I thought this was way funny (please see Attachment).  Those of you
who learned keyboarding on the old Royal typewriters might enjoy this as
well.  I will never forget my brother, Gary, hauling that heavy typewriter
home on the bus so he could practice his typing skills.  My old typewriter
was sitting on a table for display and one curious student asked, “how do
you plug this in?”  They don’t remember life before computers.

On the lighter side,
Margaret
Margaret, How well I remember those old manual typewriters. That’s what a whole bunch of us learned to type on and for many of us, in Mr. Lykins class.  I think the modern day keyboarding and computers have allowed a few of us to become a little sloppy with our typing knowing we can easily correct mistakes by back spacing and with spell check.

Mr. Lykins, does this bring back memories?  Gary

Message/Picture from LaRose Ketterling (46): 

Gary

Now we have 2 mystery girls.

The girl who is not Lois Hiatt is not Dorothy Hiatt.  Dorothy was in my class and is on the 1945-46 picture. Someone must know who those 2 girls are.

It is interesting to note that the girls are wearing either dresses or shirts- Slacks/jeans/pants for school was not the trend.

LaRose
                       Dunseith High School Class of 1974

   Happy Birthday Bev Azure LaValley (’67): Dunseith, ND

Gratitude of thanks
From Toni Morinville Gredesky (’68): Farimount, ND

Gary,

I just wanted to share my overwhelming gratitude to have close, childhood friends at my husband, Jerry’s funeral. I was blown over to see Dick and Brenda Johnson walk in the door. I only wished I could have visited with them a bit more. Of course, my close friends, Randi Mongeon, Paulette LaCroix, and Brenda Hoffman were there.We are always in touch and even though we are spread around the country, we make a point of getting together at least once a year. I see Randi more often since she lives in Chaska, MN. My daughter, Allison is also in the Cities, so I travel to see both of them as often as I can. It was so good having my brother, Dewey with us as well.

How blessed I am to have such wonderful friends and family.

My heart overflows.

Toni Morinville Gredesky

Elma Severson, From Bottineau, Visiting us here in Cebu.

We truly enjoyed Elma’s visit yesterday.  She has crammed a lot into the 3 days that she is here in Cebu. Tomorrow, with Art and Rose, she is leaving for Manila.  Elma is from the Philippines and spent part of her childhood days living here in Cebu too.

Elma has a beautiful home, across the road to the north from the fairgrounds, in Bottineau. Elma is a teacher at the college in Bottineau.

Lois Lilleby Fielding (’51) lost her husband
Posting from her daughter Kirsten Ness.   Prescott, AZ

Just wanted to let you know that Lois (nee Lilleby) lost her husband, Leonard Thomas Fielding on March 10, 2015.

Kirsten Ness, daughter

Gary’s comments
So so sad to hear this news. I know he was a good kind generous man too. I believe he was a retired physician.

Lois, our condolences are with you with Leonard’s passing. We have never met in person, but with our email correspondence and you and Leonard’s support for the needy here in the Philippines, you are wonderful warm compassionate care giving folks. This world needs more folks like you.

Gary

Posted by Neola Kofoid Garbe:  Bottineau & Minot, ND

Joseph W. Boguslawski
(April 8, 1944 – March 15, 2015)

Send Flowers Send Sympathy Card
Guest Book | Sign Guest Book

Class of ‘73
Anyone recognize these two gals?

Reply from Neola Kofoid Garbe: Bottineau & Minot, ND

Hi Gary,

A couple of comments on today’s newsletter.

I don’t recall if I thanked Dick for the tribute to Dad when it was originally posted October 31, 2008, so I’m saying thanks now.  I copied/pasted it into an email and sent it to his grandchildren/great grandchildren.

As so many other’s comment, thanks for all you do, Gary!

Neola

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Blog (269) posted on November 1, 2008

Don’t forget to set your clocks back tonight (Sunday 2:00 AM)

Folks,  I remember as a kid going to Lake Metigoshe on the 4th of July.  There were lots and lots of people with picnic lunches just enjoying the day with fun and games.  Well the same kind of thing happens here in the Philippines on “All Saints Day” and “All Souls Day” (Nov. 1 & 2), only in the cemeteries.  Today the cemeteries are packed with folks visiting there relatives that have passed on.  Each cemetery looks like the Bottineau fair grounds during fair time with all the people and activity.  People have their tent covers set up with lots of food, drinks, games and music. Many will spend the night there.  We set up 2 tent covers over Bernadette’s fathers grave yesterday. She and her help are currently preparing food that we will be taking to the cemetery in a few hours. Some of her relatives will spend the night there tonight as well.  These folks take the spirits of the dead seriously.  90% of the population here are Catholic.  Gary

Message from Allen Richard (65): 

Sister Albert passed away a little while back.  Lots of us Catholics had her in first grade.

Am in Seattle– will send pix of Aunt Louise Pigeon Horsman and family.  Also hooking up with Angela Berube Malget on Sunday in Minneapolis– If you play it right you can get a nearly 5 hour lay over there –time to hook up with folks

Later

aLLEN rICHARD

Allen, Enjoy your trip in the Puget Sound area. Please send pictures of your Aunt Louise and of Angela too.  Gary

From from Dick Johnson (68): 

Gary and Friends,

In the summer of 1968, after graduating from DHS, I got a job working at
Dunseith Sand and Gravel. This was a summer job and I was the scale man,
weighing trucks. They also gave me odd jobs like painting equipment,
hauling junk, doing bookwork, all the stuff no one else wanted to do. It
was a job. One day Mike ‘Little Chip’ Johnson and Curt Berg rode their
bikes out to the pit and asked if there were any beer cans they could
have, to sell for aluminum? I showed them where Alex Forbes, the forman,
threw his cans over the bank and told them to have at it. The first day
they each filled a grain sack. The second day they each had two sacks. A
few days later they were jumping up and down so I went over to see what
they were doing. They were all red faced from smashing cans and I asked
what the heck they were doing? Curt said, “If we don’t smash these cans,
we’re NEVER going to get done”. They had been hauling cans for several
days but hardly made a dent in Alex Forbe’s pile of Hamm’s cans. I
looked over the bank and there were still cans several feet deep. I
wonder if Hamm’s had to layoff people when old Alex quit drinking?!?

Dick

Reply from Dick Johnson (68): 

Gary and Friends,

The person identified as Lois Hiatt isn’t Lois. She graduated in 56 and
this picture is about 43 or 44 as Thelma Hagen Johnson is in the group
and she graduated in 44. I don’t know who the two girls are, but Lois
would only have been in the first grade at the time. LaRose, thank you
very much for sending the pictures and please post some of the stories
you have about your class and friends. When we visited at the reunions,
you told a few and I would sure like to here more about the events of
the class of 46 which included you and both my parents. I still have the
Christmas stocking you made for me when I was just a toddler! Thanks to
LaRose and Gary!

Dick

Folks,  I’m wondering if that could be Dorothy Hiatt Swanson instead of Lois Hiatt.  Dorothy graduated in 1946.  Gary

Picture provided by LaRose Ketterling (46):
Can anyone identify the (Mystery) person in the middle row?

                                   Dunseith High School Class of 1973

    Happy Birthday Doreen Bailey: Tempe, AZ

   Happy Birthday Rene Casavant (’65): Mesa, AZ

Wrong car Scenario
Story posted by Dick Johnson (’68):  Dunseith, ND 

Gary and Friends,

This wrong car scenario is probably way more common than we may think.  Years ago,  my grandmother went shopping in Minot with her good friend Esther Evenson from Dunseith.  They were diagonally parked on Main Street in Minot and walked up and down the stores checking things out.  When they returned to the car,  Esther couldn’t get her key to open the door.  She hadn’t locked the car since she had it and thought maybe the lock didn’t work. Eventually,  the went into a store and the people there called the cops to come uptown and open her door.  As the cop was using a ‘slim jim’ to try to unlock the door,  a guy walked up and asked what was going on?  The cop got a funny look on his face and the fellow put his key in the door and opened it.  About a block away sat Esther’s car. She felt terrible but everyone else had a good laugh.

As those who know me know,  I drive all kinds and colors of vehicles that come through my hands as I buy and sell.  Once just a few years ago,  I was in the WalMart parking lot in Minot and was driving a white Chevy Cavalier four door.  I came out with my stuff and jumped in and noticed someone had left a short stack of papers on the passenger seat.

I wondered who left these papers by mistake or if they were for me.  I do lots of business with lots of guys in the Minot area both with old cars and music so that was my first thought–someone knew my car and just left the stuff for me.  I picked up the papers and read the top sheet.  It was divorce papers of people I had never heard of.  Then it HIT ME LIKE A HAMMER!  I was in the wrong car!  I carefully got out and looked down the same row and there sat my identical car waiting right where I parked it. This car was not just close to being the same–it was exactly the same inside and out.  After this little incident,  I started to watch and noticed there are hundreds of white four door Cavaliers on the road so I guess it probably wasn’t really a senior moment although Mel and Larry will tell you differently,  unless they aren’t true to form.  Thanks Gary!

Dick

Posted by Neola Kofoid Garbe:  Bottineau & Minot, ND

Posting of the day
Posted by Dick Johnson (’68):  Dunseith, ND 

A Unique take on the History of St Patrick’s Day

The reason the Irish celebrate St. Patrick’s Day is because this is when St. Patrick drove the Norwegians out of Ireland.
It seems that some centuries ago, many Norwegians came to Ireland to escape the bitterness of the Norwegian winter. Ireland was having a famine at the time, and food was scarce. The Norwegians were eating almost all the fish caught in the area, leaving the Irish with nothing to eat but potatoes. St. Patrick, taking matters into his own hands, as most Irishmen do, decided the Norwegians had to go. Secretly, he organized the Irish IRATRION (Irish Republican Army to Rid Ireland of Norwegians). Irish members of IRATRION passed a law in Ireland that prohibited merchants from selling ice boxes or ice to
the Norwegians, in hopes that their fish would spoil. This would force the Norwegians to flee to a colder climate where their fish would keep.

Well, the fish spoiled, all right, but the Norwegians, as every one knows today, thrive on spoiled fish. So, faced with failure, the desperate Irishmen sneaked into the Norwegian fish storage caves in the dead of night and sprinkled the rotten fish with lye, hoping to poison the Norwegian invaders. But, as everyone knows, the Norwegians thought this only added to
the flavor of the fish, and they liked it so much they decided to call it “lutefisk”, which is Norwegian for “luscious fish”.

Matters became even worse for the Irishmen when the Norwegians started taking over the Irish potato crop and making something called “lefse”.  Poor St. Patrick was at his wit’s end, and finally on March 17th,  he blew his top and told all the Norwegians to “GO TO HELL”. So they all got in their boats and emigrated to Minnesota or the Dakotas—-  the only other paradise on earth where smelly fish, old potatoes and plenty of cold weather can be found in abundance.

And now you know the true story.

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Blog (268) posted on October 31, 2008

From Dick Johnson (68): 

Gary and Friends,

With all the effort Neola Kofoid Garbe puts into this site, I thought
she might like to hear a little story about her dad, John Kofoid. My
dad, Don Johnson, had a 1957 International 3/4 Ton pickup he bought in
about 1960. We used it for farming and for travel to and from the farm.
One day it developed an engine miss. Dad and I checked out the miss and
found that one piston was blown and this was causing the problem. We
took it to John Kofoid and he pulled the engine apart and then called
Dad to come uptown to see the problem. I went along to see what John
found. The cylinder was scored (scratched up) badly and John said, “Don,
I can just bore one cylinder and put in a bigger piston”. I remember Dad
saying, “I didn’t think you could do that–just one, won’t it throw the
engine out of balance”? I will never forget how John stood up from under
the hood and looked at Dad, over the top of his glasses and said
bluntly, ” I—can do that”! Dad said, “OK John, do it”. The engine ran
like a new one for many years. He was what my dad called a real
mechanic, not a ‘parts changer’! Thanks Gary!

Dick

Reply from Neola Kofoid Garbe: 

Hi Gary and Dale,

I’ll be happy to “fill you in” on Carol Berg.  It might take me a few days to get back to you, as I’m selling caramels at a bazaar at Edgewood Vista (assisted living facility in Minot where my Mom lived for about 12 years.) tomorrow (Thursday).  On Friday/Saturday, I’m selling caramels at a craft sale that’s being held in downtown Minot at Carnegie Center.  I don’t know if you’ve heard of “The Caramel Lady”, or not, but that’s my nickname.  My students gave me the name many years ago, so when I started selling caramels, it seemed a natural name to use.  I need to be at Edgewood at 9:00 a.m., and I’m just finishing up with a few last minute caramels.  Soooo, I will get back to you later.  Thanks for asking about Carol

Neola

Reply from Dale Pritchard (63): 

Gary,

I remember someone else commenting on the transition from a country
school to high school in town.  I think the term “Culture Shock” sort of
fit at the time.  Going from an entire school of 12 – 16 to an entire
class of 30 or more was rough for some of us for a while.  But — We
survived and made a lot of good friends along the way too.

Dale

Folks, LaRose Kitterling (46) asked me several months ago how she could get some pictures to me so I could  scan and send them out to you folks.  I suggested that she call Jared Steele in Bottineau. He is the young man that works for Terry Moe that got married this past July to a girl living here in Cebu. She did get in contact with Jared and sent him 5 beautiful pictures of the classes from the 40’s. Jared arrived yesterday with those pictures.  I’ll plan on sending one out each day.  Gary

LaRose Kitterling”s (46) reply to Gary: mercerlk@westriv.com

Gary

Glad the pictures arrived- the operetta cast has pictures of many of the older Dunseith kids.

By committee I meant-it was an informal group- we were together for the Darrel and Dorothy Fasset anniversary and sat around the table trying to identify who was who- included in that group were Darrel and Dorothy, Lloyd and Theresa Awalt, Eleanor and Leonard Stickland, Wayne Molgard, Bill Hosmer with further help from Carol Watkins Carbonneau, Murl Hill , Marlene Molgard and Minnie Flynn- all senior citizens.. We had it put on poster paper and the operatta cast and the 1946 class were on display in the school library for the 2007 all school reunion.

I look forward to the daily messages – thank you

LaRose

Picture provided by LaRose Kitterling (46):

   Happy Birthday Jeff Skjelver: Rugby, ND

Dinner at Art and Rose’s

Art Hagen and Rose invited us to their home last night for a delicious turkey dinner. Art was the cook. The Turkey with mashed potatoes was very good. Art is an excellent cook. Thank you Art for that Authentic Bottineau, ND supper. It was most appreciated.

Bernadette was very disappointed that she was not well and unable to go. She very much wanted to go, but just didn’t have the stamina to make it.

Art will be leaving here, headed for the states, on April 1^st . Rose will follow later.

This coming Monday, Elma Severson, from Bottineau, will be visiting us too. She will be staying with Art and Rose.  Many of you know Elma. She is from the Philippines, but has lived 20 plus years in Bottineau. She will only be in Cebu for 3 full days. She will be bowling with us on Wednesday too. Then on Wednesday night we have dinner reservations at a traditional Filipino Restaurant. We are looking forward to Elma’s visit.

Gary

Story posted by Larry Hackman (’66):Bismarck, ND

The Orbit
BY:  LARRY HACKMAN

It was back in the 60’s.  A beautiful Sunday afternoon.  The summer sky was clear with a few billowing clouds floating by like huge white cotton balls on an ocean of pure blue.  A slight breeze tickled the emerald green leaves that hung from the trees that lined the road as they cruised north out of town, through the Turtle Mountains of North Dakota on a black ribbon of pavement that cut through a sea of a thousand shades of green into Canada.  Things are always pretty, when you think back to the old days, aren’t they?  Yes, these young fellows were on a road trip.  They were going up north across the border to visit a few towns up in Manitoba, Canada for nothing better to do, but to waste a Sunday afternoon.

While traveling up in Manitoba in the 60’s, did you notice them round, 3.5 foot diameter metal objects spaced along the roads about every five or ten miles with the logo (Orbit) stamped on the side.  The question is, does a globe shaped object have a side?  The answer is yes, inside and outside?  Anyway, back in them days when all the news papers and TV shows were all about satellites, moon landings and outer space and meeting up with aliens, what was a person to think when you saw these round objects along the road?  Were we under attack by aliens, were these objects some type of space ship, was someone or something going to jump out from behind one of these objects, and demand that they be taken to our leader?  I didn’t know what to think.

The Young fellows that this story is about of course had their pop, soda, (soda pop) with them (EH).  I think a few of them were trying to hydrate themselves after a Saturday night and were nursing slight headaches.   I know a couple of these characters were less than two beers away from a beautiful day before they started their road trip.

They had finished touring Brandon and Boissevain and also had finished off the last of their refreshments that were in the cooler in the trunk, and they were just a few miles from the American – Canadian border, and then it happened.  There were flashing lights behind them.  A Canadian Mountie (RCMP – Royal Canadian Mounted Police) had found reason to stop them.  He came up to the window and appeared madder than hell.  He demanded to know what they were doing up in Canada, and I don’t know why and they didn’t know why, he started blaming them for all the soda pop and beer can pull tabs lying on the road.  He not only blamed them, but he blamed all Americans for all the pull tabs lying on every road not only in Canada but in the world and I think the Universe.  This Mountie had these fellows worried, they thought he was going to blow a gasket and that they were done for.  The Mounties tone than softened a little as he made an offer, saying if you fellows pick up all these pull tabs on this road from here to that next road approach that he would let them go on their merry way.  These fellows thought that this was a great idea, because they didn’t want to pay a fine or worse, end up in jail, and agreed to police up all the pull tabs. Because this Mountie had them worried, and he looked like he could send them all straight to hell with a blink of eye, without thinking twice about it, these fellows jumped out of the car and started picking up tabs.  Now, I don’t know if it is true or not, but these fellows thought they had picked up tabs on a mile or more of road.  There and back would be two miles, oh that’s right, they have kilometers up there in Canada, one kilometer there and one kilometer back, would make it just over a mile that they cleaned up. I hope I didn’t confuse anybody; this stuff gives me a headache sometimes.

Upon completing the police call on the pull tabs the Mountie wanted this young fellow to deposit the sacks of tabs into one of them so called ORBITS sitting along the highway.  This young fellow refused, telling the Mountie that after doing all that work, he wanted to take all the pull tabs back home.  Well, if you remember right and I’m sure that you do, pull tab chains were all the rage back in them days.  Young people had pull tab chains hanging all around and across the ceilings of their cars, their rooms, and every place else they could find to hang them.  Well that Mountie got this huge smile on his face, you could tell, that he had finally found happiness, “That cat had finally caught the mouse “and he said, you fellows go ahead and take them tabs back to where they came from, and he went and let them fellows proceed on their merry way back across the border, down that black ribbon of happiness cutting through that sea of green, and home with their new found booty.

The only time I can recall ever seeing anyone ever using one of these so called ORBITS up along the highway in Manitoba, Canada was when I saw this semi (18 wheeler) pulled up on the edge of the road and as we passed the truck, I happened to look back and saw this guy (truck driver) standing up against one with his hands on his hips and pointing into the opening of the Orbit.  I figured this truck driver must be a Veteran, and was having a flashback to his days back in South Vietnam.  You know where they had these 8 to 10 inch diameter tubes stuck in the ground with half of a 50 gallon drum “ cut from end to end mounted in front of each tube so that the barrel curved around each side of the tube ” to give you some privacy.   Now, if you were out in the bush in Vietnam, and one of them wait-a-minute vines latched onto you, that was the time to relief yourself as you would be waiting there at least a minute anyway.  Did this story suddenly change into a time management story?

I never had to ever pick up pull tabs off the highway, but I remember having to pick up soda and alcohol beverage containers, “mostly beer cans”, in a parking lot, in a park, in central Minneapolis, in the middle of the night.  A group of us young people decided to go there and party with a trunk full of beverages and play hide-n -seek.  Yes, that time the police who had stopped us agreed to let us go, if we did a little on the spot community service. However at the time they seemed to be more concerned and wanting to make sure that we had everybody together that we came with, and that everybody was OK.  They gave us a talking to about how parks are a dangerous place to be at night and that some bad things have happened to people at the parks during the night, and that is also why they have to patrol them.   Now, thinking back, maybe all these police officers had just found a nice way to sober us up a little, before they sent us on our way, and to tell us in a nice way, to stay the hell off the roads and out of the parks if you are drinking?  To be young again.

No names were used on this report in order to protect the guilty.

Keep on laughing,

Larry

Joke of the day
Posted by Larry Hackman (’66): lBismarck, ND

                               Enjoy!
This is a  true account recorded in the Police Log of Sarasota, Florida:

An  elderly Florida lady did her shopping and, upon returning to her car,  found four males in the act of leaving with her vehicle. She dropped her  shopping bags and drew her handgun, proceeding to scream at the top of  her lungs, “I have a gun, and I know how to use it! GET OUT OF THE  CAR!”

The four men didn’t wait for a second threat. They got out  and ran like mad. 

The lady, somewhat shaken, then proceeded to  load her shopping bags into the back of the car and got into the  driver’s seat. She was so shaken that
she could not get her key into  the ignition. She tried and tried, and then she realized why. It was for  the same reason she had wondered why there was
a football, a Frisbee,  and two 12-packs of beer in the front seat.

A few minutes later,  she found her own car parked four or five spaces farther down. She  loaded her bags into the car and drove to the police station to report  her mistake. The sergeant to whom she told the story couldn’t stop  laughing. He pointed to the other end of the counter, where four pale  men were reporting a car jacking by a mad, elderly woman described as  white, less than five feet tall, glasses, curly white hair, and carrying  a large handgun. 

No charges were filed.

Moral of the  story?

If you’re going to have a senior moment…make it  memorable!

====================================
Blog (266) posted on October 29, 2008

Reply from Marth Lamb Schepp (68): 

Hi Gary,

I was a little embarrassed to see our wedding picture and the BIG write
up of our day.  I’ve gotten over it now, so guess I will respond and
thank you again for all that you do.  I was glad Randy Flynn did the
math as we did celebrate our 35th in Medora.  On our 25th we did a
little cruise off of Miami.  More great memories!  Where has the time
gone.

Thanks again,

Martha Lamb Schepp

Martha, That was a beautiful picture and write up they had for you guys 35 years ago.  That picture is exactly the way I remember you, however, you are one of the few that folks will still recognize that haven’t seen you for many years.  Over the years the physical characteristics of most of us have changed considerably, however there are a few of you that have not changed.  Off the top of my head, Margaret Metcalfe Leonard, Ron Longie and you are the ones that I can think of at the moment, that have changed very little, over the years.  In August of 2004, my two brothers, (Darrel & Allen) and I were in the bank in Dunseith. We were standing by the window next to main street.  When I look out the window I saw this lady walking across the street, I said to my brothers, “that’s Margaret Metcalfe crossing the street”.  She was coming into the bank. I had not seen Margaret for 35 plus years.  She looked exactly the same as I had remembered her from our HS days with the same friendly bubbly personality that she has always possessed.  Gary

Reply from Cheryl Larson Dakin (71):

This is in reply to Lyle’s comments about hanging out at the Morinville’s…I know I’ve said this before, but during the times when my Dad was stationed out of the country and we couldn’t join him, we would go home to Dunseith to stay. We always knew we were close to home when we would see the “eyes, nose, and mouth house” on the highway outside of Dunseith. But we really knew we were there when we got to Aunt Lee’s (Hosmer’s) next door to the Morinville’s. We had many, many sleep-overs there with Debbie and Bev. I didn’t know until many years later that my Dad and Francis were cousins so that made the relationship even more special.  I don’t remember ever being turned away at their door, even when the kids might not have been home. During our grade-school days we spent a lot of our spare time at the creek or at the Fontaine’s or playing behind Gamble’s, or hanging out at the Campbell’s garage. And even though it would sometimes be years between trips to Dunseith, when we did go back, it was like we had never left. From Mrs. Seim to Mrs. Halvorson to Mrs. Conroy, to Bev and Margaret, Loretta and Loraine, Stephanie, Paula, Cheryl and all the kids I knew “way back when” you had a huge impact on my life.

Cheryl Larson Dakin ’71

Cheryl, I have said this before too, Frances Morinville’s brother Bert Hanson was married to my dad’s sister Olga.  I did not realize the Larson’s and the Hanson’s were related. They all lived in the Lake Metigoshe area.  Gary

Reply from Carmen Leonard Richard (Rolette): 

In reply to Joe Johnson about the Catholic church in Thorne, it was moved to Rolette in 1973 and was remodled in 2005. I think it was originally built about 1950 and if memory serves me correctly, Ted Grenier was one of the church council members when it was built.

Message/picture from Neola Kofoid Garbe:

Gary,

I sent this picture to Gailord the other day.  The following is his response.  Needless to say, I’ll sure be including this picture in his package.  I wish it would have been an 8 x 10, but this size will work, too.  Receiving emails like this, where a family member has never seen a picture I post/send to them, brings tears to my eyes.  I am so grateful God bless me with this “passion” for pictures and getting them to people who want them.

Neola

Gaillord Peltier’s (80) reply: 

Good Morning Mrs. Garbe;

This picture is my Father and Mother, Joseph J. Peltier and Delores
(Davis) Peltier with their daughter, my sister Madonna and her husband
Melvin Yawakie. That is a beautiful picture, one that I have never seen
before.

Joseph J. Peltier Family

Reply From Cecile Gouin Longie Craig (61): c

Yes that is the Longie family, circa 1958-60.
Back row: left Wallace, Wilbur, Margie, Ronnie
Front row: left Willie, Patti, Ursula, Donnie

Cecile Gouin Longie Craig

PS – On the names in the pic I should have written Wilbur was known as Bill.
Where as thats why Willie was called Willie or Billy. Cecile
Cecile, I did not realize that you are related to the Longie’s.  Gary

Reply from Sharon Longie Dana (73)

Reply from Dick Johnson (68)

Gary,

It seems weird, but I looked at the kid on the right and he looked like
I remember a Longie around my age. I would guess that picture was taken
about 56 or 58, in there somewhere. Crazy huh!!

Dick

Folk’s I initially sent this photo to Dick Johnson and Mel Kuhn for their identification, thinking it was another family. Dick replied saying he thought this was the Longie family. With a second look, I recognized Ron Longie (65) in the picture.  He has not change at all.  Gary

Wilbur Longie Family:
Back row: left Wallace, Wilbur, Margie, Ronnie
Front row: left Willie, Patti, Ursula, Donnie

Message from Lyle Olson (75): 

Gary and all:

Received an e-mail from Mel Kuhn the other day.  It was good to hear from him.  He spoke with great excitement about the excellent St. John High School football team – undefeated thus far.  It got me thinking about the best teams fielded by Dunseith over the years.  In my opinion, the best football team fielded by Dunseith was in 1971. The best baseball team fielded by Dunseith was definitely the class of 1972.  And, of course, the best basketball team fielded by Dunseith was also the class of 1972.  Now, I recognize that some may argue about my selections, and I invite you to do so on this blog.  However, let me make the case about the 1972 Dunseith Dragons basketball team.

The team was coached by Larry Haugen.  Richard Becker was the assistant coach ..  Our team motto was: “A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step.” The players were as follows: Seniors Don Olson, Greg Evans, Jim Melmer, Donald Malaterre, Linus Faine, Tim Gunville and Curt Hagel; Juniors Curt Berg and Jeff Evans (George Malaterre made the original team of 12 but did not finish out the season); Sophomore Terry Counts (Jesse Marion came on the “A” squad when George Malaterre left); and Freshman Lyle Olson.  The “main five” were made up of Don Olson, Jim Melmer, Curt Berg, Greg Evans and Terry Counts.  I believe we went 25-3 that year, losing to Wolford and Langdon (who took 5th place in the State A that year) during the regular season and then to Berthold in the first game of the state tournament in Minot.

Everyone seemed to have a nickname on that team.  Don Olson was called “Ole” or “Jelly Belly”, depending on the crowd.  Greg Evans’ nickname was “Tic”.  “Honker” was the nickname of Jim Melmer.  Doanld Malaterre went by “Donald Duck”.  Linus Faine was “Guff,” Tim Gunville was “Gunner” and Curt Hagel was “Bear”.  Jeff Evans was called “Harvey”.  George Malaterre was called “Coco”.  I can’t remember Curt Berg’s nickname, but I called him “Sir” after he nearly killed me in the boxing match at Honsey’s.  Terry Counts’ nickname was “Pie”.  Jesse Marion was called “Muff” and my nickname was “Mad Dog”.  I could explain the origin for some of the nicknames but I had better stick with how I got my nickname; after all, I still see some of these guys every now and then.

During try-outs for the “A” squad, we were told to run laps.  Well, I was never a very fast person to be sure – in fact, I was downright slow.  In any event, my legs somehow got tangled up with Curt Hagel’s legs and we both went down.  Well, Curt being a Senior and me being a freshman, Curt came up and was pretty upset at being put down by a lowly freshman and we started wrestling around.  Needless to say, I got my you know what kicked (yes, there seems to be a pattern here with older classmen).  Well, I must have done somewhat OK because everyone started calling me “Mad Dog” after “Mad Dog Vashon,” a famous ALL-STAR wrestler at the time.  Needless to say, that nickname has stayed with me to this day.  The nickname kind of became a self-fulfilling prophecy because I always seemed to have a quick temper and received many technical fouls as my basketball career progressed, or regressed, depending on who you talk to.  Looking back on it now, I deserved each and every one of those technical fouls and I hereby apologize to Jim Berube and Red Johnson, who refereed many games in which I played.

In any event, I think we were 10-0 when we lost to Wolford.  Up to that point, we had beat all opponents by wide margins.  It was a tough game all the way through.  We had the ball the last possession of the game and I missed the last shot.  Now, not to second guess Coach Haugen, but what in the hell was I doing in the game at that point in time, and why did I have the ball  – I was only a freshman.  Regardless, I took a shot from deep in the corner and the damn thing nearly went in.  Had it gone in I would have been a legend, at least in my own mind.  However, it did not go in and that was that – our first loss of the year.  Remarkably, I do not remember any of my teammates giving me grief about missing the shot, or even why I was in the game at the time.  A team that good never looked back and we ran off a few more wins before being thrashed by Langdon by 20 points.  As noted above, Langdon had a great team that year and finished 5th in the State A.

Everyone who follows Dunseith Dragon basketball knows what happened at the State B, and I will not rehash that here.  Needless to say, we were quite destroyed by the first game but had enough pride to dominate the loser’s bracket by winning the next two games to take home the 5th place trophy.

That team was a close-knit bunch of guys.  We took two road trips that year, if memory serves me.  On the road trip to Ray and Powers Lake, the main five was not doing all that great against Powers Lake and Coach Haugen put in the second five in the late first quarter or early second quarter and we caught up to them and built a lead for the main five by half-time.  I also remember going out after the game in Ray and snagging a few good looking local gals, but that story is best told eye to eye without any wives or girlfriends around.

I saw most of the 1972 basketball players at the reunion in 2007.  Unfortunately, Tim “Gunner” Gunville passed away a few years ago, but all the other players are still living.  Many of us weigh 25% to 50% more than what we weighed when we played ball and others have remained fit.  Indeed, Curt Hagel actually weighed less in 2007 that he did in 1972, or at least he looked like he did.  He better not try and wrestle me now, as I have him by a 100 pounds!!!  Seriously, and even at this old age, I would put that team up against any team produced by Dunseith over the years.  I think we would stand a good chance in winning despite eroding skills and deconditioned lungs because if I have learned anything over the years, it is that heart and desire are formidable teammates, and the 1972 Dragon basketball team had them both, in abundance.

Lyle

From Dick Johnson (68): 

Gary and Friends,

It was great to hear from Toni Morinville Gredesky after waiting for so
long! Toni has a wealth of interesting memories she should share with
us. In answer to her question, I do remember going to Minot to the
concert by Fred Waring and his orchestra. At the time I wasn’t really
enthused about the musical events my dad, Don Johnson, was forever
taking us to! Man was I wrong! Do you remember how he expected us to be
well dressed and behaved at all times? I now know that the attitude he
wanted us to present, was part of the reason our choir and band excelled
to the degree it did. I also remember how he got the school to buy those
blue Dragon blazers for us and for the basketball teams. He and Mr.
Hepper ‘conspired’ together on the blazers. I remember wearing the
blazers the first time to a game in Rolla, our rival. They looked
defeated when we walked through the door! I don’t know how long it was,
but the very next time we played Rolla they were wearing gold Bulldog
blazers! Never to be upstaged by us! Thanks Gary and Toni!

Dick

Message/picture from Neola Kofoid Garbe: 

Gary,

Basically, this is Alvin/Lillian Torgerson Berg’s family.  As you know, Lillian married Reinhard Schultz awhile after Alvin was killed in the car accident when he/Lillian/Gary/Mr. and Mrs. Berg were on their way to visit Alvin’s sister, Arla, and her husband, Tony.

Neola

Dick Johnson’s (68) reply to the Berg Family: 

Gary and Neola,

Alvin and Martin Berg were brothers and grew up just west of where Bud and Mary Knutson live, along 43. Bud has since died but Mary and son, Bob live there yet. Alvin’s mother was Clara Johnson Berg, a sister to my grandma and Bennie Johnson and the rest. Alvin had the bakery in Dunseith for a while and I think he was also involved in one of the
bars. Alvin and Lillian went on a trip and were in an auto accident, I
think in Illinois, and Alvin didn’t appear to be injured. He was helping
care for the family and just suddenly collapsed and died. Martin and
Alvin and two girls were first cousins to my mom, Bernice. We went to
visit Lillian and her family many times. Guy was my age, Gary and the
girls were older. The Haugerud I remember was also my age and her name was Corliss (Corky) Haugerud. She went to college with me at Bottineau. I remember Mom saying that Lillian found a very nice man, Rienhard Schultz. She had lived alone for many years and raised the family by herself. We lost contact with the family after Mom was gone so I don’t know where any of them are today. I did get permission a few years ago to walk over from Mary Knutsons to where the Bergs lived. It was sure a trip down memory lane! Both houses, the old log house and the white frame house are still standing, but in real bad shape. I remember going there in the mid 50s and having lunch with Albert and Clara. Albert used to come to visit us in Dunseith after Clara died in 1957. He reminded me of the pictures of Winston Churcill. He wore a black longcoat and a black hat and carried a cane. The best part was that he drove a black 36 Ford two door I really liked! One of his daughters, Amanda, and her husband, Clarence Schultz, got the 36 when Albert died. They lived in Donnybrook,ND and had a grocery store with Eldon Hiatt for a few years. I think Amanda is still living and I want to find out what became of the old car. She may still have it in a garage down there. Who knows—the
thrill of the hunt!!
Dick

Gary,

This is the message from Shirley Olson Warcup about Alvin Berg and the family. She corrected my memory of his place of death, Ohio not Illinois the rest seems correct.

Dick

Dick,
Alvin died June 11, 1952–I believe it was near Lima, Ohio–the
only reason I remember this is because I heard it on the radio when we were
living in Grand forks and as I heard Lima, my first thought was “that’s in
Peru”.  As I listened further and they told of the accident, they mentioned
Ohio.  I have never looked at a map to locate Lima–it’s possible he was
transported to Illinois to a hospital and died there.  I remember they said
he appeared to be all right (he had been looking after everyone)  but died
enroute to the hospital.  I was really surprised to hear this on a Grand
Forks radio station–there was quite a bit of detail.  I’m not sure, but I
think Clarence Schultz and Reinhard might have been brothers.  Martin Berg
married Alice Brudvik–I think they had only one daughter, Carol.  Arla
married Anthony Marteliano–they lived in Port Charlotte, Fl., after they
retired.  Arla died May 29, 2000. Even after Arla’s death,we usually got a
Christmas card from Tony, but I don’t think we got one last year so I’m not
sure if he’s still living or not.  Ron hasn’t read this e-mail yet–when he
comes in from the garage I’ll have him answer your question about cars.
Tell Brenda “hello”.
Snookie

Alvin Berg Family taken after his death. Alvin owned the bakery, at one time, in Dunseith

Reply from Bonnie Awalt Houle(56): 

Dear Gary,

The wedding picture shown is of one of the Bailey girls.  From left to right:  Jeanne Bailey Groves, Judy Bailey Foley, Harvey Bailey, Hulda Bailey, Bride is Janice Bailey Proctor,  the groom is Jim Proctor and the other girl in light color is Joanne Bailey Perrin.  I don’t recall the names of the boys in this picture or the name of the other women.  This photo was probably taken at the Methodist Church in Rolla.

Have a wonderful day.

Bonnie Awalt Houle Class of 1956

Picture provided by Neola Kofoid Garbe:

Reply from Marlene Henderson (Rolla): 

From Judy Bailey Foley to Marlene Henderson Re:  wedding picture

Jeannie Bailey, Judy Bailey Foley, Harvey Bailey, Hulda Bailey, Janice Bailey Martinez (bride),  Antonio Martinez (groom), ? ?, JoAnn Bailey  Perrin, Nick Perrin.
> The little ring bearer is my son, Steven Foley.

Sorry I don’t know the names of Tony’s brother and sister-Dunseith book might want this–my dad’s family farm was in the Dunseith  area.

Antonio & Janice Bailey Martinez Wedding:
Jeannie Bailey, Judy Bailey Foley, Harvey Bailey, Hulda Bailey, Janice Bailey Martinez (bride), Antonio Martinez (groom), ? ?, JoAnn Bailey  Perrin, Nick Perrin.  Ring Bearer is Steven Foley

Correction from yesterday. I said the class of 1970 had nearly 40 graduates. I just check and they had 48 graduates.  I beleive they are the largest class of have ever graduated from Dunseith High School.  Gary

                                   Dunseith High School Class of1971

Condolence to Toni Morinville (’68):
From Colette Hosmer (’64):  Santa Fe, NM

Toni,

I was surprised and saddened to learn of Jerry’s death.  Please know that you and your daughters are in my thoughts.

Colette

Clayton Lider’s Birthday
Comment from Glen Williams (’52):  Missoula, MT.

Hope Clayton Lider has a great Birthday party…He and I at one time were hunting buddy’s

Glen Williams.

Reposting of Ruby Adam Sivertson’s Obituary
Posted by Neola Kofoid Garbe:  Bottineau & Minot, ND

Folks,
Part of Ruby’s obituary got cut off, so I am reposting.
Ruby was a sister to Mrs Bob (Irene) Stickland, so she was an aunt to all three of the Stickland Boys. My Cousin, Alney Kofoid’s wife Lorna’s mother was also an Adam’s, sister to Ruby and Irene Stickland.
Gary

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Ruby Sivertson, age 89 of Bottineau, died Thursday at a Bottineau hospital. Her funeral will be held on Thursday at 10:00 am at the Grace Lutheran Brethren Church in Bottineau. Visitation will be Wednesday from 10:00 am until 9:00 pm at the Nero Funeral Home in Bottineau. Burial will be at the Oak Creek Cemetery in Bottineau.

Ruby Sivertson, a daughter of Henry and Lydia (Brandt) Adams, was born on February 8, 1926 at Kramer, ND. She was reared there and later graduated from Kramer High School. Ruby then worked at the Vinje Department Store in Bottineau. On January 3, 1950, she married Lars Sivertson in the Turtle Mountains. They made their home on the Sivertson Family Farm near Bottineau. She worked for time at the San Haven State Hospital and the Dunseith Community Nursing Home. Lars passed away on September 12, 2010. Later that same year, Ruby moved into the St. Andrew’s Apartments in Bottineau and in 2013 she moved into the St. Andrew’s Hospital.

Ruby was a member of the Grace Lutheran Brethren Church in Bottineau. She enjoyed gardening, quilting and cooking. Most of all, she loved her family and her Lord and Savior.

She is survived by her daughter, Theresa (Tom) Delikat of Box Elder, SD; sons, Mike (Donnet) Sivertson, of Bottineau; Mark (Rita) Sivertson of Williston and Paul of Casper, WY; grandchildren, Brooks Sivertson, Andrew Delikat, Jessica (Brandon) Asker, Rachael (Jacob) Ferris, Sarah (Ben) Bader, Brenden Sivertson, Ciera Sivertson, Jill Sivertson, Joe Sivertson and Scott (Rachael) Eaton; step-grandchildren, Nicholas Monson and Riley Monson; 3 great-grandchildren; sister, Pearl Nelson of Minot and numerous nieces and nephews.

In addition to her husband and parents, she was preceded in death by 3 brothers and 6 sisters.

Arrangements were with Nero Funeral Home in Bottineau. Friends may sign the online register book at www.nerofuneralhome.net.

Joke of the day
Posted by Bob Hosmer (’56):  Lynnwood, WA

Hi Gary,

I don’t write often, but always keep up on hometown news on the blog that you so expertly put together every day.  I found this article very amusing and thought I would share it with you:

Researchers for the Massachusetts Turnpike Authority found over 200 dead crows near greater Boston recently, and there was concern that they may have died from Avian flu. A bird pathologist examined the remains of all the crows, and, to everyone’s relief, confirmed the problem was definitely NOT Avian flu. The cause of death appeared to be vehicular impacts. However, during the detailed analysis it was noted that varying colors of paints appeared on the bird’s beaks and claws. By analyzing these paint residues it was determined that 98% of the crows had been killed by impact with trucks, while only 2% were killed by an impact with a car. MTA then hired an ornithological behaviorist to determine if there was a cause for the disproportionate percentages of truck kills versus car kills. He very quickly concluded the cause: When crows eat road kill, they always have a look-out crow in a nearby tree to warn of impending danger. They discovered that while all the lookout crows could shout “Cah”, not a single one could shout “Truck.”

I needed that bit of humor.  Hope everyone enjoys it.

Bob Hosmer ‘56

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Blog (265) posted on October 28, 2008

Folks, We had a lot of replies to the Grenier pictures. This was actually the wedding of Pennie Kester and Gary Grenier. I think Ted Grenier must have ordered copies of these pictures, so that is how his name came up when Neola found them. I have pasted all the Grenier comments from this statement down to the pictures.  Thanks for your many replies. The Grenier family was well known in the Dunseith community.  Gary

Reply from Pennie Kester Grenier (69): 

Gary,  The pictures of the Grenier wedding are old!  Haven’t seen my own for quite some time, so I was surprised to see them on your site.  The picture with 4 people from left to right: Cheryl Kester Gaugler,

myself,  Gary Grenier (with a bit more hair than he has now) and Gary’s
brother Roger Grenier.  The other pic shows Gary’s sister Karen pinning
a flower on their Grandfather Simeon Grenier.  The lady in the far right
hand corner of that picture is Irene Fassett, Susan, Crystal and Paula
Fassett’s mother. Hope this helps.  Take care and send us some of your warm weather-it was 14 degrees here this AM.  Take Care,  Pennie Kester
Grenier

Pennie, It’s currently 89 degrees here with scatterd clouds at 12:40 PM.  Gary

Reply from Joe Johnson (77): 

Gary,

I’m not sure about the title on the photos, but I can identify some of the people.  The reason I’m not sure about the title on the photos is because of the people in the photos and the clothes just don’t seem to fit the dates that my uncle Ted would have married my aunt Margit.  Moreover, if the people in the photos are who I think they are then the title doesn’t fit; however, it may be another Grenier wedding or such.

In the one photo the gentleman having the corsage pinned on his suit is my Grandfather, Simeon Grenier.  I do believe that is my cousin, Karen Grenier, Ted and Margit’s only daughter pinning the corsage.

In the second photo, the young man with the blond hair on the far right looks like my cousin Roger Grenier; the other young man with the dark hair looks like, Roger’s brother, Gary, both Ted & Margit’s sons.  The young lady to Gary’s right may be Penny Kester from Dunseith but I cannot be sure.  Gary is actually married to Penny, so I’m wondering if these photos may have been from that wedding.

Also, again I’m not sure but, these photos seem to be taken in the old Catholic church at Thorne, ND which is no longer there.  I don’t know if it was torn down or what.

Simeon, moved to Dunseith from the homestead farm, 6 miles east of Dunseith and 1 mile south (same road as the Turtle Mountain reservation line going north), in 1959.  Today, my cousin, Steve Grenier farms the original Grenier homestead and Gary Grenier farms Ted’s place just one more mile south of the original homestead.  Ted was Simeon’s oldest child.

Ted & Margit’s kids were older than I so I didn’t have the same close relationship with them that I enjoyed with Orville and Mickey (Haagenson) Grenier’s kids since Orville was the youngest of Simeon’s kids.  The Grenier kids all attended school in Rolette and not Dunseith.

Also, Orville and Mickey and kids are very good friends with the John and Murl Hill family.

I’m sure you may get a response from many others in the Dunseith area as many people knew and still know of my grandfather Simeon (born 1889 passed 1978).  Simeon was one of the best people you could ever meet or know and one of the most humble men I ever knew.  Believe me I could go on about Simeon for many hours as I’m sure many of his other grandkids could as well.

Clarence and Beverly (Morinville) Azure live in the home Simeon built in Dunseith in 1959 and it was really great to get to be back in that home in 2007 when I was in Dunseith for the reunion.  As, Lyle, said many, many kids hung out at the Morinville’s and my sister Linda is still good friends with Bev.  Bev, thanks for the memories.

Again to help you place Simeon, if you remember just a few emails back (message 259), Alan Campbell mentioned this about Simeon Grenier:

Reply from Phyllis & Alan Campbell: 

“To those who played basketball on Campbell’s driveway—-you might not know and might be interested in some background on that basketball backboard. It was made out of wood from the old RIverside Hotel and donated by Simeon Grenier who had purchased the hotel. We think he and Alfred Cote made it and helped install it on the Campbell garage around 1964. There were a lot of basketballs bounced off that backboard!! To honor the North Dakota Centennial in 1976, Jeff painted it red, white and blue and added a bunch of stars. It withstood a lot more activity for a number of years. He finally dismantled it when the wood deteriorated beyond salvage.

Pyhllis and Alan Campbell”

Also, I played basketball at the Campbell’s too, OK not that well but…. – and I never new that my grandfather had anything to do with that backboard on the Campbell garage.  I was so surprised by Alan and Phyllis’ response, definitely an emotional moment for me  What a wonderful town Dunseith was and is, a great place to have been raised.

OK, I’m sure that is more than you wanted to know already.  I’ll try and send in a couple of good George Malaterre stories as well in the near future.  Lyle Olson triggered some really great memories that I have about George.

Thanks, Joe Johnson  (1977)

Reply from Lola Metcalfe Vanorny (68):

Lola vanorny, ew
Wow!!_ Gary!!– this has turned into a unique and awesome  thing huh??  and
to think it all started when you emailed me as you had seen my name
somewhere on the internet-  and asked if I was part of the Metcalfe girls
and if I remembered you as we rode the school bus together and asked about
Margaret and Helen.  Look where it is today!–

I can recognize the wedding picture of Pennie Kester and Gary Grenier–
and the Maid of honor must be Cheryl Kester ( Pennie’s twin sister ) Isn’t
that a darling picture??     and I believe the groomsman looks like Roger
Grenier  .    also the lady in the back ground may be  Irene Fassett.

I had to add my memories of Morinville’s too. Usually it was Randi
Mongeon, Paulette Lacroix, Toni , Connie Mellmer ,  Brenda Hoffman  and I
– and probably more–
We had many slumber parties there and yes how tolerant  and generous  Joe
and Frances were!!- we’d be up making pizza in the middle of the night.
and one of the favorite things to do when they weren’t around was call
someone and ask if they had their TV on and how did it fit? — and all
those  goofy little jokes – We’d call Said Kadry and ask if he had Prince
Albert in  a can–  and to let him out !  We’d go the store and get
fizzies.  Go up to the drug store  and have a cherry coke float and walk
around town or explore the park —  ..  Such carefree days!!

Frances had to get us all ready for a Memorial Day Program one year  , I
remember,    as we had stayed overnight the night before the program.  and
another time I remember her up in the middle of the night Doctoring us for
sand fleas we must have picked up playing outside.!!

I used to love to stay at Mongeon’s too–  all those kids and everyone was
always happy–Armand and Leona  would visit with us after supper and the
rosary —  sometimes Armand would even sing with us or we would catch Leona
yodelling!-  when she thought no one was around!!- wonderful soft
memories!!      We sure had fun!!–  Thanks so much Gary for keeping this
going!!– Lola (Metcalfe) Vanorny

Reply from Kathy Casavant Ellingson (74): 

Gary,

The wedding photo is of Gary and Penny Kester Grenier. The attendants
are Cheryl Kester Gaugler and Roger Grenier.

Dick

Reply from Susan Fassett Martin (65): 

The wedding picture is Cheryl and Pennie Kester, and Gary Grenier but I don’t know the other fellow.

Reply from Allen Richard (65): 

The Ted Grenier pic I think is not accrue ate.  I think it is Simeon Grenier — Angela Malget and her mom Fern would know.

Reply from Paula Fassett Pfuhl (71): 

Gary:

I’m guessing you’ll get better replies than mine on the Ted Grenier wedding photos, but here goes anyway…….the first one I’m not sure who anyone is except my Mom, Irene Fassett, is the very happy lady on the right side of the photo!!! The wedding is Pennie (Kester) and Gary Grenier’s wedding.  Left to right is Cheryl Kester, Pennie, Gary, and Gary’s brother, who’s name I can’t recall!!!  (Pennie and Cheryl had cute little crocheted dresses that I think were hand-made……….)

Paula

Reply from Aggie Casavant (69):

HI GARY, tHIS IS AGGIE CASAVANT IN CHARLOTTE N.C. THE PICTURES OF YOUNG MARRIED COUPLE IS 2 OF MY BEST FRIENDS FROM DHS THE BRDE IS PENNY KESTER GROOM GARY GREINIER FROM ROLETTE, BRIDES MAID IS  PENNIES TWIN SISTER CHERYL KESTER. THE PICTURE OF THE OLDER MAN GETTING A FLOWER PINNED IS SIMEON GREINIER GARYS GRANDPA, THE GAL DONG THE PINNING I DO NOT KNOW

P.S THE GROOMSMAN IS GARY’S BROTHER RODGER,THEY WERE OUR NIEGHBORS GROWING UP AND WE ALL WENT TO THE SAME CHURCH, THEY ARE SONS OF TED7 MARGRET GREINIER
Gary and Pennie Kester Grenier’s wedding:

Picture: Simeon and Karen Grenier.  The lady to the right is Irene Fassett.

Gary and Pennie Kester Grenier’s wedding:
Cheryl Kester Gaugler, Pennie Kester Grenier, Gary Grenier and  Roger Grenier

Reply from Bernard Morin (76): 

Parts of this message got dropped off the first time, so I’m reposting it. Gary

Lyle O is the king. He never fails to provide laughter, whether in casual conservation or telling a story. I however have had the privilege to see Lyle when he wasn’t in his usual jovial mood, he still provided laughter but it wasn’t his intention.
Back in 1988 Lyle, Keith Berg, my wife Robin & I went to Riding Mountain for a weekend of golf on the infamous Wasagaming course. Lyle booked us a 6:30 am tee time on both Saturday & Sunday. We were forewarned as to being in the great white north we should be prepared for chilly weather, heeding that warning we dressed accordingly, long sleeved shirts, trousers and light jackets. By 7:45 am the mercury was rising pretty fast along with Keith’s and my temper, from the first hole on we both were losing balls at a pretty steady rate, whether in the rough or the dense timber. By the fourth hole we had our sleeves rolled up and were sweating like crazy as the temp was crowding 80 degrees, except for Lyle, he had put shorts on under his pants and had brought a light shirt along “just in case”. By the time we reached the 8th tee box Lyle was letting us know pretty frequently that he still had his original ball that he started with. After finishing the 9th hole Keith & I stopped at the clubhouse to replenish our supply, of golf balls, with some gentle ribbing from Lyle about how he was still playing with his original ball that couldn’t be lost. As we approached the 10th tee box we could see it was going to be a long wait as everyone was bottlenecked. While we waited for our turn to tee up Lyle was laying it on pretty heavy about only using one ball on the front nine, I kinda think he was trying to impress the ladies who were waiting behind us. When the group in front of us finally tee’d off, Lyle immediately walked over and tee’d up his ball all the while ribbing us about having to buy more balls as he walked back to sit on the bench. Keith then nonchalantly walked up to Lyle’s ball, lined up and hit it straight into the trees, then calmly looked at Lyle and said “find it”.
Well you would think Keith had just stole Lyle’s best girl or had kicked his dog the way Lyle carried on, we thought it was kinda funny as did the people behind us, there was even a couple that had fallen off their cart from laughter. Needless to say the next few holes were pretty stressful, what with trying to hit a little tiny ball between shrieks of laughter. Up to the 10th Keith & I were getting beat pretty bad. After the 17th it was pretty much a tie, I won’t tell you who won, I think I’ll let Lyle do that.
As for the Sunday game it was pretty uneventful except for the fact that Keith & I were dressed for another 85 degree day and the mercury didn’t make it past 50, and there was Lyle with his shorts and light shirt on, underneath his sweats, so I guess he got the last laugh, watching us shiver uncontrollably while trying to golf.

Bernard

Reply from Bernard Morin (76): 

Gary and friends,

Just a few lines to answer some of Lyles previous questions. As to charging me lawyer fees for your first case I thought you did. I also thought it was paid in full when C J Coleman, Garret Myer and I so graciously pushed you out of that big mudhole you were stuck in east of norwegian corners at 1:00 a.m. The details are a little fuzzy but I remember hearing something about you studying to be crop insurance adjuster. However if I still owe you something please let me know and we’ll work something out.
As for quitting the fine game of golf I played until 1996 at which time my bethrothed and I purchased “the money pit”. And yes, I did run over my clubs with a 3/4 ton pickup and yes, I was too cheap to buy new clubs, but after playing a few rounds with bent shafts I found it actually improved my game, I no longer had a slice. Now that I think about it I should have patented the clubs. My wife & I could be lounging on a tropical beach somewhere instead of slaving away in the great white north.
Like you Lyle I’m wondering why none of our classmates aren’t shareing some “Dunseith Memories” . Why I bet everyone would like to here about boo boo and the eyes in the butter dish, and how about grandpa fluff pulling a fellow hunter out of a snow bank, or maybe even roogaroo hunting?

Bernard

Message from Tim Martinson (69): 

Hi Gary,

I”m going to drop some names in the hope you can associate them with
a class.

Vince Kalk who worked for dad in the bakery when I was younger.

Kenny and Duane Handeland, I believe my brother Terry and Duane were
in the same class but do not remember how long Duane attended high
school or if he attended.  Kenny and Duane were in and out of the
Bakery.

Gerald Cree, I played football with Gerald, and believe his parents
were Francis and Rose Cree.  I thought he had a brother that was a year
younger, but I’m not certain of his first name.  I also thought that
one of the Cree boys died in Viet Nam.  The names Leonard and Ronnie
keep
coming up and I know that there were a lot of kids in that family.
Gerald passed a few years back and I remember his obituary in the
Minot paper.

I have looked over your master list and do not see any of these names
but know that there is a story about each so will leave it up to you
as to
whether they should be included.

Hope you are having nice weather, we have a little snow on the ground
with the temperature at around 5 above this morning.  Clear sky and cool
weather for the rest of the week.  Just imagine how your bones felt
in cold weather, oh to be sitting around in shorts, tank top, and 80
degree
temperatures without the heat  turned up on the furnace.    Take
Care,  Tim

Tim & All, We will add these folks to our class lists.  Please let me know a little info about each of these folks, so we can get them included in their respective classes.  I thought I had Vince Kalk in our lists, but I see that I don’t.  Duane Handland was with the class of 66.  I have not been able to get in touch with him.  Gary

Reply from David Slyter (70): 

Carmen Richard and Gary:

Carmen, Thank you for your forgiveness and Gary I will pass that forgiveness onto you.

Dave Slyter (70)

Message from Gary Metcalfe (57): 

Reply from Bev Morinville Azure (72): ndgal1953@  

Happy Birthday Betty Allard Heinz (’60): Rolette, ND

Clayton Lider Celebrates his 80^th Birthday
Posting from Neola Kofoid Garbe: Bottineau & Minot, ND

Hi Gary,

Arliss Lider asked if I would scan/send this picture to you, along with information about Clayton’s birthday party at the Sr. Center on Saturday, March 14, to include in your newsletter.  Clayton knows about the party. 

Thanks, Gary!

Neola

Clayton Lider’s 80th Birthday Party

Saturday, March 14, 2015

Come as early as 1:00 p.m., stay all afternoon

Bottineau Senior Citizen Center

Come and join the fun!

Condolences to Toni Morinville Gredesky (’68) and her family
From Dick Johnson (’68):

Gary and Friends,

        We were saddened to hear of the untimely passing of Jerry Gredesky and would certainly like to send our condolences to Toni and her daughters.

Dick

Bismarck Trip with Mel Kuhn and the Hackman’s
Reply from Dick Johnson (’68):  Dunseith, ND

Gary and Friends,

I think the time has come when my only option is to defend myself.  Yes,  we did make a trip to Bismarck and beyond in search of car parts.  Beyond that,  things are quite out of context.  First of all,  if Mel and Larry had color crayons,  they kept them hidden from me.  Secondly,  when the special is ‘two for one burgers–Tuesday’, wouldn’t that mean that two guys get to split one burger?  That’s how I interpreted it.  Have you ever taken 4 hungry hillbillies into a nice restaurant like Ground Round?  I offered to buy lunch as we were driving to Burger King and right NOW,  Mel hits the brakes and wheels into Ground Round.  He and the Hackman boys nearly knocked some old ladies down trying to get in to eat!  The next thing I saw was Mel on the phone calling both of his sons to tell them,  “Get to Ground Round,  Johnson is buying.”  I was rather glad the waiter was an oriental with little knowledge of the English language (true) or he would have been totally freaked out.  The reason the people were looking at us was because the were afraid of getting hit by food that was flying when these hillbillies were eating.  I think the management was so glad I finally got them all out the door that they gave me a special discount for my effort.  Anyway,  that’s my take on it.  Thanks Gary!

Dick

Postings from Neola Kofoid Garbe: Bottineau & Minot, ND

Ruby Sivertson
(Born February 8, 1926 – Died March 5, 2015)

Ruby Sivertson, age 89 of Bottineau, died Thursday at a Bottineau hospital. Her funeral will be held on Thursday at 10:00 am at the Grace Lutheran Brethren Church in Bottineau. Visitation will be Wednesday from 10:00 am until 9:00 pm at the Nero Funeral Home in Bottineau. Burial will be at the Oak Creek Cemetery in Bottineau.

Ruby Sivertson, a daughter of Henry and Lydia (Brandt) Adams, was born on February 8, 1926 at Kramer, ND. She was reared there and later graduated from Kramer High School. Ruby then worked at the Vinje Department Store in Bottineau. On January 3, 1950, she married Lars Sivertson in the Turtle Mountains. They made their home on the Sivertson Family Farm near Bottineau. She worked for time at the San Haven State Hospital and the Dunseith Community Nursing Home. Lars passed away on September 12, 2010. Later that same year, Ruby moved into the St. Andrew’s Apartments in Bottineau and in 2013 she moved into the St. Andrew’s Hospital.

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Picture ID
From Aggie Casavant (’69):  Fort Mill, SC

Hi    Gary,  The  Greiner  pictures  at  the bottom  of  the  page  is  Simeon  Greiner, and  I  beleive  that’s  his  grandaughter  Karen, daughter  of  Margret, and  Ted  Greiner, and  sister  of  Roger  and  Gary  Greinier.  The  bottom  picture  is  non-other 😉  than  Gary  Greinier  and  Pennie  Kester  on  their  wedding  day, with  Cheryl   Kester  as  maid  of  honor, and   Gary’s  brother  Roger  as  best  man…  Aggie

        Simeon Greiner with his granddaughter Karen Greiner

Gary  Greinier  and  Pennie  Kester  on  their  wedding  day, with  Cheryl   Kester  as maid  of  honor, and   Gary’s  brother  Roger  as  best  man

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Blog (264) posted on October 27, 2008

Folks, I am still waiting for several more replies on the Greiner photo’s before posting the comments that I have gotten along with the names of those in the photo’s.

Reply from Toni Morinville Gredesky (68): 

Lyle, how wonderful of you to share your thoughts and stories about my parents. It means so much

to me. It is true that I was away at college when you “kids” were in high school, but your
description of my parents is so accurate. They cared so much for people and my mom would always
try to help or defend those in trouble. Susan Malaterre remembering that my mom stood up for
Donald doesn’t surprise me.

My parents married in 1938–Mom grew up at Metigoshe and Dad just east of Bottineau. They worked
at the Bottineau Creamery and then started the cream station in Dunseith. The creamery burned down
in 1950 and Dad started the grocery store. They were married 12 long years before I was born and
then had 4 children within 4 years. My dad, always the jokster, said it took 12 years to figure
out how to get it started and 4 to figure out how to stop it. One of my very best friends,
Paulette LaCroix, said that her mother told her that my parents considered her and Henry so lucky
when Paulette was born. My mother was not aware yet that she was pregnant with me.

I, too, remember a wonderful neighborhood growing up. The Campbells, Mongeons, Grimmes, Kesters,
Mellmers, Dick Johnson,etc. all lived so close. Interestly, we often played in Bob and Lee
Hosmer’s yard. I’m sure the ball diamond is probably still etched in the soil. Their girls were
older but they never complained about us playing there. We even played “ante-I-over” over their
kitchen.

We spent a lot of creative time in that neighborhood. We Morinville kids were always putting on
shows or acts. One of my dearest friends, Randi Mongeon, probably remembers when we sang “The
Yellow Rose of Texas” for Bob and Lee and my parents on Hosmer’s patio. It’s probably not
surprising that I direct high school plays and musicals and that my daughter Megan is working on
her M.F.A. in theater. Of course, I have to give Don Johnson credit for nurturing my love of all
kinds of music in high school. He was another adult who had such a heart for young people. He
drove us all over to see various acts. Dick and anyone, do you remember going to see Fred Waring’s
group in Minot and Harry Belafonte’s back-up singers in Bottineau?

Lyle, it is so nice of you to bring my parents back to life. I thank you for your loving care of
my mom. I know that she loved you like her own. I am forwarding your comments to my daughters,
Allison and Megan. They never knew my parents, but are always so interested and ask a lot of
questions. This will be so nice for them.
Love,
Toni Morinville Gredesky

Reply from Carmen Leonard Richard (Rolette): 

I am sure it is just a slip of the tongue but David Slyter said that Floyd died about two years ago. Actually that is Ernest– Floyd is alive and well and today at age 79 he is running his John Deere combine, harvesting sunflowers. He says he will retire when he is old enough !!    You are forgiven David, it is easy to get brothers mixed up.

The picture of Ernest Richard family are: back row–Jim, Lester, LeRoy, Ernie, Larry- center Beatrice–front row–Michael, Diane, Debbie,Peggy,Bradley, Marlene.

Carmen, Actually the mistake was mine for not making the correction. Right after David sent that message, he realized his mistake and ask me to make the corrections before I sent it. He mentioned Floyd twice and I only corrected the first one in his message.  David, I am so sorry for that oversight. It’s nice to hear that Floyd is doing so well at his young age. It’s a funny thing, the older we get, “old” seems to be getting older and older.  Gary

Ernest Richard Family
Back: Jim, Lester, LeRoy, Ernie, Larry
Center: Beatrice
Front: Michael, Diane, Debbie, Peggy, Bradley, Marlene.

Guys, Please correct me if I have labeled this picture wrong.  Gary

Erling Berg Family:
Back: Delores & Erling
Front: Don, Diane, Keith & Curt

Ron Longie, That sure looks like you on the far right. Is this your family photo?

Willie, if this is your family, I’m not sure which one is you?

Which Berube & Kelly families would David and Sharon belong too?

                                    Dunesith High School Class of 1969

      Happy Birthday Dana Henriksen Johnson (’66): Meridian, ID

Toni Morinville Gredesky’s husband, Jerry Gredesky passed away.
Face Book posting from Toni Morinville (’68): Fairmount, ND

Lunch in Bismarck – Reply to Mel Kuhn
From Larry Hackman (’66):  Bismarck, ND

Hello Gary;

I hope you and your family are doing well?

I thought I would write and give my view of my brother Henry and I meeting up with a couple of fellows from the hills.  It was a tough decision deciding where to have lunch but it was all settled when Mel suggested we go to the Ground Round, as he would like to see his son, who works there and his other son, also came and had lunch with us.  It was a pleasure to meet his sons who were both good looking and polite young men.  We did have a good time and we will have to do it again someday.

Mel was right too about the patrons and staff of the Ground Round seeming to enjoy our time spent there, enjoying the great tasting burgers and each other’s company.  I thought most of the looks and smiles were because these two fellows from the hills came in with their Turtle Mountain swagger and were wearing their caps sideways.  Henry and I don’t wear hats and haven’t since we moved to Dunseith back in the 50’s, when the bigger town kids would steal them off our heads and play catch, keep-away with them and then once, one took my hat into the Crystal Café, took the seat off the post at the counter and put my hat on the post then put the seat down over top of it.  My hat was a ball of grease.  It was a long time before I ever wore a hat again and still seldom do unless I have to. Actually, if I remember correctly, it was Julian Kalk who told us that we shouldn’t wear our hats up-town as the bigger kids would take them from us and play games.  He must have felt sorry for us kids from hills who were actually taught to dress for winter.  Actually, he probably went through the same battle when his family moved to town and he didn’t want to see a replay.

By the way Mel that great waiter we had at the Ground Round gave me a call the other day and asked me to come back and pick up some items you and Dick left behind.  He said he could not bear to throw away those pictures you and Dick colored while we were there.  He said he never saw such color coordination and the way you two guys were able to color within the lines was uncanny.  I guess he is an art student up at BSC and knows what he is talking about.  After seeing them again I was impressed too, so I brought them home and showed them to my wife.  She hung them on the front of the fridge with the Grand-children’s colored pictures.  So, when you fellows decide to come down again, I’ll give them to you at our next meeting.  By the way, the waiter thought you fellows might also want the crayons, so he put them in a baggie and gave them to me also.  That art student was really impressed with your talent for coloring and he couldn’t talk enough the future you both could have in the art world.  Something for you both to consider?

Yes, Henry and I both agree that it was a fun lunch and we all will have to do it again sometime. By the way Mel, Have you seen an “O’clock” laying around up there in the Hills?  I lost one last night.               Damn time change.

Keep on laughing,
Larry

Jose Balintino Family photo Info
Posted by Neola Kofoid Garbe:  Bottineau & Minot, ND

Hi Gary,

At the time Marlene Plante Henderson (now deceased) and Mel Kuhn provided information for this family (October 25, 2008), I didn’t get the information added to the picture. I just added it now–thanks for resending the October 25, 2008.  I don’t know if your readers are interested in seeing the picture with the information added, but here it is.

Neola

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Blog (263) posted on October 26, 2008

Reply from Myra Henning Halvorson (72): 

Gary,

You can’t believe how much Les and I enjoy reading your emails everyday.
Thank you for all the time and effort you put into this.  We do appreciate
it!  We watch closely the numbers on each email, and have not received
#255, 256, 258 and 261.  We hate to miss anything!!  Please re-send these
to me and thanks again for the great job you’re doing.  Myra (Henning)
Halvorson

Folks, Please let me know if you don’t receive some of these messages.  With these messages coming form overseas combined with the volume that I send, some of your email providers may trigger some of these as spam.  More often than not, I don’t always get a return message telling me when messages don’t get delivered.  Gary

Reply to Gary from David Slyter (70): f

Folks, I want to share this reply I got from David. I was asking him about his job and this is his reply.  I know many of you are familiar with NDSU.

David, I see you go by Dave these days, but I remember you as David, Bob as Bobbie and Richard as Richard.  Gary

Hi Gary:

Thanks for getting that corrected for me.  I really appreciate it.

I work for North Dakota State University.(NDSU)   I have been there now for 6 years and really enjoy it.  I am a custodial supervisor. I have 14 employees under me and 7 building to look after as far as custodial care is concerned.  It is challenging at times but I really enjoy it.

You just got up and I am just about ready to head for bed.  ha   Just a world a part huh?  ha

You take care and have a great day ahead of you.

I really enjoy all the letters that you post daily on the Dunseith Alumni site.  It is much appreciated by everyone.

Take care and God Bless

Dave

Reply from Lyle Olson (75): 

Bernard inadvertantly left out what happened on the 9th hole of that little trip to Canada.  I was quite happy that I had played the first 8 holes without losing a ball, and I was ahead in the game as a result.  Well, the 9th hole at Wasagaming is a downhill dogleg to the right.  There is such a deep drop from the tee box that the Canadians had set a mirror in a tree so that you could see if the group ahead of you had cleared the area.  Before walking off the tee box to go look at that mirror, I had placed my lucky ball up on a tee.  Keith Berg, who really is an excellent golfer but who had not a hit a straight shot all that day, stepped up to my ball and hit a perfect 250 yard drive — straight into the trees that line the road coming into the golf course.  Needless to say I was quite put out about his little trick.  Indeed, I double bogeyed the 9th hole and proceeded to pout all the way deep into the back 9 as well.  Everyone thought that Keith’s “drive” was quite funny — everyone but me.

I remember that trip like it was yesterday.  Bernard’s wife, Robin, had just given birth to Rachel, their first daughter.  It was no doubt Rachel’s first trip to Canada.  In any event, Bernard was the smart one because soon after that trip he gave up golf.  If one were to listen to Bernard, he gave up golf to spend more time with family; however, I think he gave up golf after he backed his 3/4 ton Ford pickup over his golf clubs and he was too cheap to buy a new set!!!!!

From Lyle Olson (75): 

Gary and all:

When I first sent in the story about playing basketball at Campbell’s and enjoying the never ending summers in Dunseith, I did so in the hopes that other ‘70’s alumni might share a few stories.  Well, a few people responded but not as many as I had hoped.  Perhaps a few stories about spending time at Morinville’s might spur some stories.

Joe and Frances Morinville were like second parents to me.  In fact, Deb, Dewey and Bev are my siblings, just as much as Don and Rob are.  Toni was out of the home at college when I started hanging out at Morinville’s so I really do not know her all that well.  In any event, the Morinville house was always open to the kids.  We spent hours playing kickball by the old City Hall before it burned down.  If you could kick a ball in Henning’s back yard behind the Gambles, that was equivalent to a home run to be sure.  I remember countless hours playing kickball and just hanging out on the back and front porches talking, teasing and planning trouble.  Campbells, Melmers, Malaterres, Hagels, Hennings, Neameyers, Strucks, Parisiens, Colemans, Johnsons, Roberts, LaVallies, Azures, Faines, Berubes, Tookes, Krauses, Morins, Metcalfes and many, many others all seemed to hang out at Morinville’s at one time or another.  If you were looking for someone, you did not go to their house, you went to Morinville’s to find the person!

Frances Morinville took all the commotion in stride; so, too, did Joe.  I think they tolerated all of us kids over there as it was the price to be paid so that their children were not out running wild with the miscreants they hanged out with.  Frances loved to play cards and there were many a night spending time at Morinville’s playing whist.  I used to make Frances quite mad at me because I would never suit my cards when playing whist.  When each hand was played I would go through my cards looking for the right card to play, which meant the game took longer and invariably I would miss the right card to play and we would get set!!  God, she would get mad when I did that!

Joe, as noted before, used to take all of us kids swimming at School Section Lake.  We all hanged out Morinville’s after getting back.  The commotion around the house usually stopped when the 10:00 pm whistle would blow, but when the kids did not leave, he would make sure that siren was not the last sign to go home to be heard at the house.  He, like Frances, had a heart of gold.  I know for a fact that he charged many thousands of dollars of groceries to people having hard times, including my family.  I also know that many people owed a lot of money to Joe at the time of his death.  You would never have heard him complain about that, however, as that was not his nature.

One of my fondest memories of  Frances is the talk I had with her when I was excluded from a teen dance.  The Neameyer twins used to have dances in their garage.  The kids in the classes of 1971, 1972, 1973 and even 1974 were invited to these dances.  These were the kids I used to hang out with, but I was not invited because I was too young (too young or too immature – most likely the latter as I look back on it now).  In any event, all the kids were having a grand old time at the dance and I was watching TV with Frances.  She looked at me and said, “What is wrong with you?” I told her I was quite upset about being excluded from the dance.  She said, “Well, do you know how to dance?”  I really did not want to answer as I did not know how to dance and the last thing I wanted was for Frances to teach me.  However, teaching me to dance was the last thing on her mind.  Instead, she told me a story about not growing up too fast and to try and create my own space so that my happiness did not depend on others.  Well, this was profound stuff for a young kid.  Needless to say, the advice served me well over the years.

One of the saddest moments of my life was also spent alone with Frances.  As most know, she developed cancer and eventually succumbed to that terrible illness.  I always admired the way she fought and also the way Bev and her family cared for Frances.  Well, I was alone with Frances one night when Bev went to Dale’s to get some milk or something.  Frances asked if I would reposition her on the couch.  She had never asked me to do that before and I was quite reluctant to do so.  Nonetheless, I could never refuse her anything, so I picked her up and moved her to where she wanted to be.  She was so light and frail at the time that I just knew she did not have long to live.  When Bev returned, I literally ran out of the house and to my own house where I cried for an hour.  I would cry over Frances again very shortly thereafter as I was three days late home from the service and missed her funeral – one of the greatest regrets of my life as I was not there for Frances and Bev.

Bev and I became very close after the birth of her daughter, Shonda.  In order to give Bev some respite from caring for a young daughter, we used to go to movies and out to the clubs.  I will never forget the time Bev and I went to Rugby to see Steve Martin in the movie “The Jerk”. Steve Martin’s first line in that movie is “I was born a poor black child.”  Bev started laughing so hard that we both had tears coming down our face.  She laughed so much during that movie that the other patrons wanted us thrown out!!!  After the movie, we went to Kirsten’s in Bottineau and she had to tell everyone about this movie, all the while laughing so hard that no one knew what the hell she was saying!!

Bev later married Clarence Azure and they were stationed at the big Army base in Colorado Springs.  I used to work in Rocky Mountain National Park in Estes Park, CO  during the summers and would travel down to visit her and her ever growing brood.  Bev would often return home to Dunseith when Clarence was sent on a deployment.  On one such trip home, she asked if I would fly with her to Colorado and help her with her children.  Well, we made the trip from Minot to Denver just fine.  However, the trip from Denver to Colorado Springs was the scariest flight I have ever been on – this from a person who spent 2700 hours in a C-9A Nightengale when in the USAF and who has earned 150,000 frequent flyer miles in the last 1.5 years.  The airport in Denver was much closer to the front range than the current airport and the planes were exposed to terrible downdrafts as the hot air came over the front range of the Rockies and dived into cold air.  We took off from Denver and at about 5 minutes into the flight, the plane took a down draft and lost a significant amount of altitude and then banked hard to left, almost turning over (or so it seemed).  I looked right at Bev and told her we were going to die!!!  She responded by looking at me and whispering “don’t say that so loud, the kids will hear”!!  I said “who cares about the kids, we going to die” – a little self-centered on my part but I REALLY thought we were going to die.   Well, we eventually landed and my nerve returned.  Although she never said anything, I think Bev thought that she had one too many kids on that flight – me!

I am certain other ‘70’s alumni have fond memories of hanging out at Morinville’s .  Let’s hear some of those……

Lyle

Reply From Ele Dietrich Slyter (69): 

Lana and Lori are Dennis and Mary Ann (Gottbreht) Brennan’s daughters.

The family is Ernest and Beatrice (Slyter) Richard…upper right corner is Larry and Leroy is next to Ernest.   Can’t remember the rest of the names, but am sure someone will fill in the blanks.

Thank you Gary.

Reply from Evon Lagerquist (77): 

Dennis and Mary Ann Brennan are the parents of Lana & Laurie Brennan.

Reply from Allen Richard (65): 

The large family in the last photo is the Ernest Richard family.  Probably around 1967–1970.  Marlene Parslow will know the details.

Allen

Reply from Mark Schimetz (70): 

The two Brennan Girls, on left is Lana Brennan, and younger Laurie Brennan daughters of Dennis and Maryann Brennan of Dunseith.

The Large family Picture is the Ernest Richard Family from Bottineau ND. They moved to River Falls Wisconsin in the late 60s

Reply from Carmen Leonard Richard (Rolette): 

That family is the Ernest Richard (Beatrice Slyter) family

Reply from David Slyter (70): 

Gary:

The family in the picture that Neola sent is of the Ernest and Beatrice Richard family.   My wife Pat and I just came back from a
visit with Beatrice and her daughter Marlene Parslow.  Beatrice is doing great and next month she will be a young 86 years old.  She still gets out once in a while and even travels to Arizona in January, where Marlene and her husband live.  It was a great lunch and visit that we had with them.   Floyd passed away about two years ago.

Please don’t ask me to identify the kids, as I wouldn’t know them all.  I do recognize LeRoy and Marlene though.   Nice glasses Marlene.  Ha 
Dave Slyter (70)

Replies from Marlene Richard Parslow (65): 

Hi Gary,

The last picture in this selection is MY family!!!!  My parents and all of their children!!  It was taken when I was a junior or senior in High School.  WOW!!  How did you get this?
Marlene(Richard)Parslow
Hi Gary!

Correction!!!!   I was actually 21 years old in the picture of our family.  I had just become engaged prior to this photo being taken.  The eye glasses back then were really something!!!!  Weren’t they??

I am amazed at how people get ahold of these photos!!  Cool!
Peace and continued happiness,
Marlene(Richard) Parslow

Marlene,  This is a great photo. If you can identify everyone for us, I will repost this picture with names. I know your family moved to Bottineau when you were going into 2nd grade, but with all the Dunseith alumni relatives that you have and with the number of Bottineau folks on our distribution list, many of our readers will remember your family.  I posted a more recent picture of you an Evie Gottbreht blow your family photo. Gary

PS – I’m not sure how Neola figured this to be a Dunseith related picture for me to post.  It must have just been pure instinct. I don’t think she had any idea this was your family.

All pictures have been provided by Neola Kofoid Garbe: 

Ernest & Beatrice (Slyter) Richard Family
Note: I will repost with names whenidentified. 

Marlene Richard & Evie Gottbreht – July 12, 2007

Daughters of Dennis (deceased 55) & MaryAnn Gottbreht (58)
Lana (1980) & Laurie (1982) Brennan

      Can anyone identify these folks in the Ted Greiner wedding?

        Can anyone identify these folks in the Ted Greiner wedding?

                              Can anyone identify this family?

                                    Dunseith High School Class of 1968

Cold in Louisiana
Posting from Dale Pritchard (’63):  Leesville, LA

Gary,

Temperature here in Louisiana dropped from 78 yesterday afternoon to 28 this morning with sleet on the roads.

Dale Pritchard

Making the boarder before midnight
Story from Dewey Morinville (’72): Dunseith, ND

Lyle Olson story about making the border by midnight. One night a few of us went to Canada. Albert Johnson had a cuda (beautiful car) and Russ Robert had his brother (Duane) car. Duane was in the army at the time n Russ was using Duane’s car 64chev gold in color. Anyway we had to make the border and we took off. Linda Johnson was dating Roberts’s uncle Robin at the time. Well Albert had a flat tire on the cuda so Linda n Robin in Robins car went ahead to let the us customs know that one car had a flat tire n would be here shortly. We got the spare on had hit the road. But Aj had a few to many to drive. We in the car wouldn’t let Aj drive so George Malaterre took the wheel n off to the border we were Aj was with a girl Russ n I were in the back. On the way Aj n Russ were talking about racing the cuda against the chev. I told them we all had too much to drink to be racing. George only had a ND drivers permit at the time which is invalid in Canada. Not really paying attention to the speed George was doing I was trying to talk Russ n Aj out of racing. I dispatched at the police dept. at the time so I was worried about all this getting back to chief Whiteshield n dad. We’re getting very close to the border we could see the light of the custom office an all of sudden red lights on us. George pulled over an asked George what’s your hurry. George told the RCMP we had to get over the border by midnight. The RCMP told George that he was going 145mph and he couldn’t gain of us. He took George back to his car. We thought George was going to jail. While this was going on I was still trying to talk these two drunken guts out of racing. All of a sudden George gets in the car n off we went to the US custom. George just got a warning from the RCMP. We got thru customs barely but we did make it. Russ had parked the Chevy in front of our house. They dropped me off an I told them no racing. Russ got in the car n took off. I walked to the pd. Tum tum morning was on duty. About half hour later the phone rang n tum tum said he will be right there. Aj mom called the pd to report Russell had rolled Duane’s car. I asked tum tum what was that about. He said Russ rolled his car. I went with tum tum to Johnson’s n Russell was there with just minor injuries.  When Duane found out about his car I think Duane made Russ buy the wreck from him. We were all lucky that night that could have been the cuda with all of us in it. Someone was looking out for us that night. I haven’t thought about that for years until I read Lyle’s story.

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Blog (262) posted on October 25, 2008

Folks, I know some of you will be getting this one twice, but several folks in your goup of did not get this, so I am resending it.  Gary

Reply from Bernard Morin (76): bemor7@aol.com

Lyle O is the king. He never fails to provide laughter, whether in casual conservation or telling a story. I however have had the privilege to see Lyle when he wasn’t in his usual jovial mood, he still provided laughter but it wasn’t his intention.
Back in 1988 Lyle, Keith Berg, my wife Robin & I went to Riding Mountain for a weekend of golf on the infamous Wasagaming course. Lyle booked us a 6:30 am tee time on both Saturday & Sunday. We were forewarned as to being in the great white north we should be prepared for chilly weather, heeding that warning we dressed accordingly, long sleeved shirts, trousers and light jackets. By 7:45 am the mercury was rising pretty fast along with Keith’s and my temper, from the first hole on we both were losing balls at a pretty steady rate, whether in the rough or the dense timber. By the fourth hole we had our sleeves rolled up and were sweating like crazy as the temp was crowding 80 degrees, except for Lyle, he had put shorts on under his pants and had brought a light shirt along “just in case”. By the time we reached the 8th tee box Lyle was letting us know pretty frequently that he still had his origin     Well you would think Keith had just stole Lyle’s best girl or had kicked his dog the way Lyle carried on, we thought it was kinda funny as did the people behind us, there was even a couple that had fallen off their cart from laughter. Needless to say the next few holes were pretty stressful, what with trying to hit a little tiny ball between shrieks of laughter. Up to the 10th Keith & I were getting beat pretty bad. After the 17th it was pretty much a tie, I won’t tell you who won, I think I’ll let Lyle do that.
As for the Sunday game it was pretty uneventful except for the fact that Keith & I were dressed for another 85 degree day and the mercury didn’t make it past 50, and there was Lyle with his shorts and light shirt on, underneath his sweats, so I guess he got the last laugh, watching us shiver uncontrollably while trying to golf.

Bernard

Reply from Marlene Henderson (Rolla):

Balinto family arrived here from Philippines.  She was a nurse in Belcourt and he started a sewing factory in Rolla.  They had 3 children that I know about:  Lito, John and I think the daughter was Joanna.  The others must have been her parents and sister.  John is the one in blue shirt.  He graduated with our Bill in 88 and is a doctor.  I believe Mrs. Balintono died a few years ago.

They moved to Alaska when they left Rolla.

Reply from Mel Kuhn (70): 

Howdy Gary,

I vaguely remember Jose Balintino, I think he may have had something to do with the Jewel Plant in Rolla. I know I rented 1/2 of a duplex in Rolla from him back in the early 70’s.

Mel Kuhn

The following pictures have been provided by Neola Kofoid Garbe:

We all remember, well, following the daily updates ofAnn Pritchard with her Lung transplant

several months ago. We were so sorry to hear of her death from the complications of the Lung

transplant. She was a hard fighter, but she just never really recovered following the transplant. Gary

                 Ann (Mrs. Floyd) Pritchard – 2/20/41 – 8/21/2008

                     Which Brennan family are Lana & Lauarie?

                 Does any one recognize this couple?

                           Does anyone recognize this family?

                                   Dunseith High School Class of 1967

Hackman’s, Dick Johnson and Mel Kuhn meet for lunch in Bismarck.
Story from Mel Kuhn (’70):  St. John, ND

Gary,

This last Tuesday Dick Johnson and I went on a road trip looking for some ’57 Chevy two door wagon parts. Our trip took us down to Lincoln and then in to Bismarck where we took a lunch break. What trip to Bismarck would be complete without meeting Larry and Henry Hackman for lunch. We went to the Ground Round for lunch so we could see one of my sons [Toby] who was working there. We also met up with my other son Ricky. Today [Wed.] they left with the Guard to Germany for a three week training exercise. So I got to see them off. Anyway-back to having lunch with the Hackmans. First we have to argue who’s buying. After 15 minutes or so of arguing it was settled that Dick was going to buy. Not for any good reason or so, it was that the rest of us just kind of ganged up on him. Then he wanted to set a limit to what we could spend and it took a while to get that settled. Our waiter was a very patient young man to say the least. Ricky finally explained to him that we all were just a bunch of goofy old farts from up in the bush and he seemed to kind of understand. Well we kind of were picking out some of the cheaper things on the menu to make Johnson happy when my other son that works there came over and told us that it was Tuesday Two for one burgers. That put a big smile on Dicks face and also on Larry’s. He thought that that meant he could get two for our one. Well there we were, having to get out some Crayons and draw pictures for him to explain what it meant. Some of you may remember that I had to draw pictures for him last summer when he stopped by to see me. He had gotten lost and couldn’t find his way back to Dunseith. Anyway we got the burger thing straightened out for him. Henry just kind of sat there shaking his head. I could tell he was kind of embarrassed. I know how he feels, I have to put up with Dick. Back to paying for the burgers. That Dick, not only got by with two for one burgers my sons got him their military discount. I think when it was all said and done they gave him $10.00 for us to leave. All and all we had a really good visit. My sons and the waiter [and a few people at the next tables] had some good laughs listening to the bull coming out of their mouths. I myself don’t pass along any bull. The young fellows heard a lot of historical tales of the Turtle Mountains and what it was like to grow up in our time of the last century. I know I had a good time and hope that the others did also. There probably are some people from Bismarck that had been sitting close by who are now wondering just who in the hell that troupe of clowns were. I had left home at 6:30 AM and we still had a lot more country to cover. From Bismarck we headed to Mandan for some stuff, and then back to Lincoln for more and then over to Beulah for more. All the time having to wait for people to meet us. I finally got home at 12:15 Midnight. We ended up with a pickup load of goodies for Dick. Tomorrow the ’57 Chevy two door wagon will be heading to Omaha with Travis Metcalfe. Well this wasn’t much of a story but it’s the best I have right now. Later.

Mel

Posted by Neola Kofoid Garbe:  Bottineau & Minot, ND

Posting of the day
From Glen Williams (’52):  Missoula, MT.

When you worry and hurry through your day, it is like

an unopened gift….Thrown away…. Life is not a race.

Take it slower. Hear the music before the song is over.

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Blog (261) posted on October 24, 2008

Reply from Dick Johnson (68): 

Gary and Neola and Friends,

The old picture that has ‘Lyle Bursinger’ on the back is of Mrs. Ole
Bursinger’s parents. I asked John Bursinger and showed him the picture
and he said it is Julius and Clara Overby, Glenice’s parents. In order
to keep from being confusing, Ole’s real name is Lyle and ‘Ole’ is just
a nickname. Thanks Neola and Gary.

Dick

Dick’s reply to Gary

Gary,

Ole’s son, John, lives about a mile south of Ole’s place, which is about
4 miles north and east of my place. Ole’s daughter, Sue, lives in a
newer house with her family in the same yard that Ole lived in. I trade
old cars and parts with John quite often. That is what I was up there
for today, so just printed the photo and took it along. John said his
grandfather used to drink whiskey by the gallon and never even
staggered!He also told me they lived along Highway 43 a couple miles
east, near the Haas’s. I think they died many years ago.

Dick

Name: Clara Overby
Birth Date: 05 January 1888 (Historical Events)
Death Date: June 1966 (Historical Events)
Issuing State: Washington
Residence at Death: Saint John,Rolette,North Dakota 58369
SSN: 538-20-9071

                        Mrs. Ole Bursinger’s parent
                            Julius & Clara Overby

The following pictures have been provided by Neola Kofoid Garbe:

We need help Identifying some of these folks. Please help if you can.  Thanks, Gary

                                 Who are these Girls?

                                      Who is this couple?

                            Who is this young Lady?

                         Who is this nice looking Cheerleader?

                     Does anyone know Jerilyn De Coteau?

                           Does any one know this family?

                                   Dunseith High School Class of 1966

Happy Birthday Brenda Hoffman (’68): Greenville, SC

Reply to unknown Picture
From Dewey Morinville (’72):  Dunseith, ND

Good day gary. Hope bernadette is doing ok. I am not sure who this is but it looks like Junior Cote (Leonard) I am not sure if he was in the army but to me it looks a lot like junior to me.

Excerpt from the Cebu Expat Bowling News Letter

My average for three games was only 159. As you can tell, we are not a group of champion bowlers. It  is the Camaraderie that counts. I bowled much better than my average too. Today my 3 game average was 133. My overall average is 141. We normally have about 30 to 35 bowlers.

Bowling News
Twenty four bowlers were present for the Leisure Bowling last Wednesday as a few familiar faces were out of town. Gary Stokes’ total of 477 was enough to give him the High Series.

Joke of the day
Posted by Larry Hackman (’66): Bismarck, ND

A young Naval Officer was in a terrible car accident, but due to the heroics of the hospital staff the only permanent injury was the loss of one ear.  Since he wasn’t physically impaired he remained in the Navy and eventually became an Admiral.  During his career he was always sensitive about his appearance.

One day the Admiral was interviewing two Navy Master Chiefs and a Marine Sergeant Major for his personal staff.

The first Master Chief was a Surface Navy type and it was a great interview.  At the end of the interview the Admiral asked him, “Do you notice anything different about me?”

The Master Chief answered, ”  I couldn’t help but notice you are missing your starboard ear, so I don’t know whether this impacts your hearing on that side.”

The Admiral got very angry at this lack of tact and threw him out of his office.

The next candidate, an Aviation Master Chief, when asked this same question, answered, “Well yes, you seem to be short one ear.”

The Admiral threw him out also. 

The third interview was with the Marine Sergeant Major.  He was articulate, extremely sharp, and seemed to know more than the two Master Chiefs put together.  The Admiral went ahead with the same question.

“Do you notice anything different about me?”

To his surprise the Sergeant Major said, “Yes sir you wear contact lenses. 

The Admiral , impressed  thought to himself, what an incredibly tactful Marine. “And how do you know that?” the Admiral asked. 

The Sergeant Major replied, “Well sir, it’s pretty hard to wear glasses with only one ear.”

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Blog (260) posted on October 23, 2008

Message from Patti Metcalfe Woods (67): 

Gary,

Thank you very much for the Birthday wishes!

I received Birthday greetings from several Dunseith Alumni; what a pleasant surprise.

I am still wondering how they all knew it was my birthday.

I enjoyed each and every email.

I have been enjoying your messages all these months and appreciate all the work you put into this.  It is unbelievable actually.

I relate to nearly every message as I have lived here my entire life (which is indeed a long time now)…..

It is like reliving parts of my life.  My dad worked a few summers for “ASCS” measuring fields.  We kids “got to” help by setting and pulling stakes.

Mom would pack us picnic lunches and we thought we were having a party. What a fun time we had, visiting all the local farmers and walking for miles in the Turtle Mountains.

Your class rosters are great…  So glad you were able to locate our classmates even Duwayne Goodon .

I know I could not have accomplished finding even one class.

Mary “Anderson” Millang got our class of “67” fired up for the reunion of 2007.

A group of six classmates met at “Dales” a few nights and the class reunion was a success.

Jim Berube bought Class of 1967 T SHIRTS which were distributed to classmates.  He also drove his Dads 1967 in the parade.

It was fun to visit with everyone again after forty years.

Classmates from earlier years Lawrence Hetle, Gary and Larry St. Claire joined the class at the Golf Course Clubhouse.

We truly missed all the classmates who were not able to attend..  None of this would have come together without you, Gary.

I am not a story teller but thoroughly enjoy receiving all the Dunseith news, Old and New.

Thanks again for the Birthday greetings.

Best Regards,

Patti

Reply from Bernard Morin (76): 

Gary and friends,

As some of you may know I am a member of the Dunseith Fire Dept. A couple of months ago we were called out to a grass fire south and west of the Terry Halvorson residence. After the fire was extinguished one of my fellow firefighters knowing that I collect old cans and bottles mentioned that he had seen some old cans protruding from the ground & pointed me in the general direction. Upon finding them I was disappointed in seeing that the exposed portion of the cans were charred. After digging the first one out the letters “SCHL & 12 fluid ounces” was clearly visible. The cans were fairly old as they were made of tin & were opened with a can opener (ie Church Key?) Looking down at the cans they seemed to be at odd angles to each other. Stepping back a few paces it looked like something was written. After backing up a little more the message became clear. It read   M  K  WAS HERE . Well considering as how Dick is kind of a history buff I was h
In reply to Bev I think she is referring to the time period of when I had my first car. It was an old 66 Caprice that had electrical problems. As a consequence the headlights could go out at anytime so it was more than once that I would have to stop & park in a convenient driveway. But to answer your question Bev, no I haven’t parked in anyone’s driveway since I bought a new and reliable Impala S.S. (Well technically its my wife’s car, in her driveway, and she won’t let me drive it.)

Bernard

Reply from Susan Malaterre Johnson (69): 

First of all, We would like to thank everyone who mentioned the ” rare” occurrences that our brother  was involved in.  Now. we know that George would never be in a scandal of surc prop. But I must let Ya All know that one of his strongest supports was Francis Morinville.  She got so tired of hearing George blamed that she threatened the “powers that be.”  She said that she would give him names of who accused him. No more mention  of who could have done this!  Thank you Francis.  I just hope that your defense was justified,  Hey, who ever knew George for sure? Susan

Betty Schneider Lamb’s (54) reply to Gary for the pictures posted below:

Gary:  Thank you for posting the pictures of my family, the Schneiders.  These pictures were taken on my parent’s Golden Wedding Anniversary in the Methodist Church in Dunseith in June 1978.  My parent’s attendants were the attendants when they were married.  Hank Schneider was the best man and mother’s sister, Emma Ahlers, were her bridesmaid.  You do have the names correct on our family group picture.  It’s hard to believe that Bill and I have celebrated our Golden Anniversary already.  We enjoy the daily up-dates.  Betty and Bill Lamb

Betty, Your folks would be celebrating 80 years of marriage this year.  These are beautiful pictures.  Gary

Schneider pictures provided by Neola Kofoid Garbe: 

            Pete & Sofie Schneider’s Golden Anniversary – June 1978:

            L to R: Hank, Pete, Sofie Schneider and Emma Ahlers

                      Pete/Sofie Scheider’s family with children
 

      Pete/Sofie Scheider’s family with children  & Grandchildren

                                Larry Schneider’s (59) Family

Folks, The class of 65 is my class.  We had nearly 9 months to tweak this class before our reunion in 2007.  I’ll have to admit it got well tweaked. Our class was well reunited long before our reunion in July 2007.  For not being a really close class, we sure all came together 42 years later. I think nearing our senior years combined with the power of email was a contributing factor for our success.  Since 1965, I had only seen several of my class mates until our reunion in 2007. That was a fantastic reunion that I will forever remember.  Gary

                                 Dunseith High School Class of 1965

      Happy Birthday Jean Eurich Roland (DHS ’80): Minot, ND

Happy Birthday Vonda Melgaard Antonson (DHS ’76):Maddock, ND

Condolences to the Madeline Peltier Family
From Jay (’66) and Lola Metcalfe (’68) Vanorny:  Dunseith, ND 

Our sincere condolences to the family of Madeline Peltier- !!–  what an awesome woman she was- !!! – she cared for the residents at San Haven with tender loving care !!!_   besides taking care of her family of small children at home-  !!_  and always maintained a demeanor of serenity amongst it all !!-

I first met her when i  went to work at San Haven in JUne  before i was 16 – I wouldn’t be 16 until August but MRS Rowe, DIrector of Nursing -a very sweet older lady —  to me!!_  -said “well we just won’t mention it until your birthday in August!”  LOL!!_  Mrs ROw told me – (between her puff on a cigarette and then she would put it out !_ LOL!!_ ”   and then relight it right away !!_AND PUT IT OUT AGAIN !!    LOL!!_)  — she said “Honey Bug”  !!_ ” You are doing GOd’s work taking care of our residents –  and just treat them so ”  !!- HOw true-  and that always came back to my mind for the next 20 years that i worked at San haven !-

So i was very young – but Madeline was one of the first I met when i was there-  !!!!- and she was just a very calm and loving lady  !!!_   and never got Upset or tired of teaching us how to care for the residents-  !!!  or ever “that i knew of”     had a bad word to say about anyone- !!_  what a dear sweet lady – I think i danced at her and Ed’s anniversary with their son- and could he ever dance!!_  He said his dad taught his kids all how to dance- !!-

Jay and I didn’t find out about her passing until Friday and by that time her funeral was over with- !!_  But  we sure have her family in our thoughts and prayers-  !!! they were very fortunate to have a mother that was a “GIFT FROM GOD” —  sincerely – LOla and Jay

1965 Basketball tournaments
Posting from Les Halvorson (Teacher):  Bottineau, ND

H Gary.

hope you’re are doing well. It’s tournament time again in ND.  Hard to believe it’s been 50 years since this was one was held….

Les H.

Thanks Les for sharing this.
I have attached the file to this message. I passed below Dunseith’s stats from that file.

Gary

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Blog (259) posted on October 22, 2008

Reply from Phyllis & Alan Campbell:

To those who played basketball on Campbell’s driveway—-you might not know and might be interested in some background on that basketball backboard. It was made out of wood from the old RIverside Hotel and donated by Simeon Grenier who had purchased the hotel. We think he and Alfred Cote made it and helped install it on the Campbell garage around 1964. There were a lot of basketballs bounced off that backboard!! To honor the North Dakota Centennial in 1976, Jeff painted it red, white and blue and added a bunch of stars. It withstood a lot more activity for a number of years. He finally dismantled it when the wood deteriorated beyond salvage.

Some background on the Riverside Hotel (originally the Giles Gilbert house) can be found in the Dunseith Centennial book on page 27 under the Demo family history. Demo’s daughter, Jane, was the mother of Lorna Abbey (Darrell’s wife). A picture can be found on page 374–also, there’s a little information in Laura Law’s history of Rolette County book.

Thank you Lyle Olson and Dick Johnson for your kind words and fun memories of our driveway gathering place. We really enjoyed having all of you here!

Phyllis and Alan

Address Change from Brenda Hoffman (68): 

Hi Gary,

Getting close to my class of 1968. My husband and I recently (July) retired to South Carolina. My new address is: 1209 East Washington Street; Unit 406; Greenville, SC 29601. Loving the weather here – but then you’ve lived in warm climates for years! Tossed my snowboots!

Brenda Hoffman – 1968

Brenda, I lived nearly 37 years in Bremerton, WA.   It’s not exactly warm there in the winter months with the rain and 35 to 45 degree temps.  It was milder than the Midwest temps though.  We have lived here in the Philippines nearly 5 years now.  I love never ever having to put a coat or sweater on. 365 days a year the day time highs are around 90f with the lows in the lower 80’s. With this being a tropical country, the humidity is kind of high, normally around 70%. I appreciate the warmer temps in the evenings.  It gets dark around 6:00 PM.

Reply from Mel Kuhn (70): 

Howdy Gary,

I was glad to hear that Bernard Morin was also unaware of these party spots. I was feeling that I was the only one from good old DHS that stayed clean throughout my High School career. I recieced an email from Paula Fassett where she remembered always seeing me working really hard so that I could help the poor and elderly, and she even remembered me helping stray cats. I didn’t think anyone had noticed that. As for Dick seeing my cars at some parties, I don’t know how that could have happened. I used to lend my car to Mark Schimetz or Albert Johnson or Duane Robert every now and then, so it must have been one of those guys that you saw.

Mel Kuhn[70]

Reply from Bev Morinville Azure (72): 

lol  Bernard and Melvin  …….  I  think  Lyle  and I have the  same memories . The  stories I could  tell., but  remember  most of  you   almost lived at  our house,I  sometimes wonder how Mom and Dad  put up with  10 sometimes 20 kids coming to   our house every evening  and us all  yelling  nurts but ,,,,,,,,, we   sure had  fun didn’t we. Lyle Remember the  new years that  we  were going to get  my  Dad  drunk  lol we were  amazed  when he  drank a  whole  bottle of  vodka  was  still sober and  the rest of  us  were feeling pretty good  by midnight. My  dad  never  drank so we  figured  it  wouldn’t take him much  lol  we sure we  wrong about that one.  mmmmm  Bernard  park in anyones  drive way lately?  HAHA

The following pictures and Dunseith News have been provide by Neola Kofoid Garbe:

                                    Dunseith High School Class of 1964