Harry Larson – Erling Landsverk’s first grade teacher

Story from Erling Landsverk (44): Portage, WI

Hi Gary:

The story is off to Janice Myhre, and I am attaching a copy for you along with many thanks for your help. I actually am thinking about publishing it. . Or perhaps include it in a book of short stories I have been working on. At 83 years of age, I guess I better do something before I begin to get elderly. I do spend a lot of time with my music. I play the guitar, both classical, and popular favorites along with Latin American and of course a smattering of rag time just to keep the audience from walking out too soon. Its been a great life, and now I can do some things I always wanted to pursue. Thanks again Gary for your most welcome help and kind words.

Kindest Regards

Erling

Erling, Thank you so much for sharing this wonderful well written story of your childhood school days with Harry Larson as your teacher. You bring back many memories to those of us a little younger too. You mention Florence Christianson in your story too. She married Vernon Williams. Several of her children are on our distribution. Lori is married to Ray Lagerquist, whom I know well.

Folks, Janice Myhre is Harry Larson’s daughter. She lives in Spokane, WA. Janice returned my phone call last week. We had a nice chat. She said her dad was dedicated to his teaching an absolutely loved every minute in the class room. Teaching was the love of his life. Until Erling got in touch with her, she had not known that her dad had taught at Loon Lake school. Harry Larson is listed in the Dunseith book as being hired to teach in Dunseith in 1937.

Folks, I have attached, in a Word Document, Erling’s story. I have also pasted a copy at the very end of today’s blog.

San Haven

Reply from Jeri (Fosbert) Neameyer wife of Gordon Neameyer (55):Moorhead, MN

Seeing my aunt and uncle Grace and Benny Frovarp mentioned in Brenda Hoffman’s article I just have to share a little about the time we would visit with Grace and Benny. My sisters and I would spend a couple days every year with them and playing with Sharon and Charlene Pearson. They knew where to go and we would go through the tunnels and remember them being very hot. Had lots of treats at the commissary and ate in the dining room. I thought the apartment that the Pearson lived in was the greatest, it was at the top of the one building and could look out and see all over the area. It was fun times at San Haven. I remember the Hoffman name but Brenda was much younger. I think they lived in one of those green houses along the tunnel sidewalk. I thought those people had it made–they never had to clean house or cook meals.

I read about all of you having had Don Johnson as a teacher and I should have wrtten about how we in Rolette also had Don as our choir director when he taught at Rolette High School in the late 50’s. He was very well liked and remember he always closed his concerts with “The Lord Bless You and Keep You.” He alwys had everybody singing there best.

Jeri Neameyer

San Haven

Reply from Bob Hosmer (56): Lynnwood, WA

Hi Gary and all,

All the memories of San Haven and Mona Johnson’s remarks on the Laundry spurs me to comment as well.

One summer (or part of a summer) in the ’50s, I worked with Chuck and Mona at the Laundry as a teenager.

I remember the steaming of the prepared soap in the barrels used in those big washing machines. It was an amazing experience working with them–watching Chuck dump those bloody gauzes in the floor sink and running cold water over them to get all that blood washed out before washing them and getting them ready for use in OR again. They both were so gracious and patient with me during that summer. And seeing how husband and wife worked together as a team made a deep, lasting impact on me; so that my own marriage operates as a husband and wife team in all our work.

I miss the beauty of San Haven. I loved to go there whenever I could. We used to bicycle there, run in the tunnels and enjoy the freshness of everything. Once in a while the family would go up to have dinner on a Sunday in the dining room. It’s hard to go back and see the destruction done to the facility. But the memories are precious. Bob Hosmer

San Haven

Reply from Aggie Casavant (69): Fort Mill, SC

I found Brenda Hoffmans memories of the San interesting. It’s like it was a little suburb of Dunseith,with it’s own stories within it self. I never realized so many families lived up there.

I worked night shift at the San for like 2years with my cousin David Casavant,and Gerard Barbot,after moving back to N.Dakota when my brother Jimmy got burned at his graduation party. I remember it being alot of fun,playing cards all night and telling ghost stories.You could really get attached to some of the patients.

I remember from where we lived on the farm,at sunset during the summer months,the sun would hit the windows of the San,and it would look like the whole place was on fire. I remember us kids would come running in the house hollering,”Mama!Mama! the Sans on fire! The first time we said it, it startled her,but after that she was like “whatever”.

Brenda,don’t worry about your spelling,no one can be as bad as me. It was the only subject in school I was good at,but as the years go by it looks like my spelling has gone the way of my “math,and history” grades. LOL …you know it’s bad when the computer age even offers spell check…and I still can’t get it right….don’t know how to use… Oh but lifes Great! Ms.Aggie

Brandon Halvorson

From Vickie Metcalfe (70): Bottineau, ND.

Hey there Gary and all,
Its Saturday afternoon in Bottineau town. I just rang up Ed
Berg, maternal Grandpa of Brandon Halvorson and inquired how that
cowboy is getting along. Grandpa Ed told me, Brandon is out of the
hospital and under the TLC of his mom Becky.
I said, “I suppose if I asked Brandon how he was doing he
would have, responded with a doing fine and shrugged it off.
Grandpa Ed said, “Yes, he would but, Brandon will have a long,slow
recovery probably up to three months. He’s in a lot of pain, as his
muscles were severely damaged. The doctors told him broken bones
would have been far less painful , taken less time to heal, and he
needs to also recover from that concussion. ”
Lets all continue sending warm thoughts and get well
wishes to Brandon the Halvorson cowboy who hung on in the saddle as
long as he could, then survived many of pounds of horseflesh rolling
over, squishing him in the muck and says……… “doin fine”.
Thanks. Vickie

Bowling

Reply from Keith Pladson (66): Stafford, VA

Gary,
Like you, I’m far from being a great bowler. But I enjoy the game regardless of what my average is. We are a money league, but also a fun league. The difference is that on the real money leagues, the players are very competitive, the prize fund is higher (thus it costs more to bowl) and many bowlers carry averages of well over 200. I’ve bowled on some of those and never really enjoyed them — too competitive. In contrast, our league is all about having a good time, and if you win some money at the end of the season, great! That doesn’t mean our bowlers aren’t competitive, they (we) are, but it’s just not the same. We have bowlers with averages of 220 or higher, but we also have many who carry averages of around 100. As for me, I’m somewhere in the middle. Last year I finished the year with a 172 (which is right around where I usually am). Unfortunately, this year (through week 6 of 32) I’ve been in a bit of a slump and am struggling to stay above 160. Oh well, there are many weeks to go. Keith Pladson (66)

Keith, It’s nice to be competitive, but having fun is the name of the sport. I inquired about the bowling fees for pleasure bowling here in the Philippines and one can choose to pay by the game or by the hour. By the game it’s $1.20. The hourly lane rate is $3.00. Our league collects $1.00 per game from each of it’s players and then pays the hourly rate. Our league makes money on the deal.

Reply to Angelina Metcalfe, Gary’s Granddaughter

From Ele Dietrich Slyter (69): Dunseith, ND.

Erling Landsverk’s Story

TEACHER

FOREWORD

The ensuing story is an account of my experience with an unforgettable individual who was also my teacher during my first year of elementary school.

It is important to remember that although I relate this story as a young boy, much of my understanding and comments about him, came later as a result of my vivid memory of what he did as a teacher and why. The setting of this story is equally important, because it reflects the economic conditions of our country,the feeling of distrust of our elected officials, and the banking industry, coupled with a drought so severe as to challenge that ofOklahomaduring the same time period. It was a beautiful area that at times was uninviting due to extreme cold, and unpredictable weather.However this same area wasinhabited by strong willed and determined high plains people that looked for ways to solve their problems, and did so with resolve.These same people had a high regard for education, and were determined to ensure a proper education for their offspring’s.My own parents were among those great folks for which I am most grateful.Many of the young students in this area went on to perform a great service to their community, their State and our Country.I am certain that the teacher in this story must have had an influence on many of these during his teaching career.

The year was 1933, Franklin D. Roosevelt had just been sworn in as our new president, and the country was in the depths of a severe depression.This story takes place in theTurtleMountainsregion ofNorth Dakotathat was suffering a drought that was causing indescribable damage to the land and its inhabitants. This all sounds quite grim given the immediate outlook at that time, but to a 6 year old boy beginning his first day of school, nothing seemed to matter except the new adventure of attending school.The hot dry days of summer passed slowly it seemed, but finally the day arrived, and I trooped off with my three older siblings (Rolf, Borghild, & Ossie) into the next chapter of my life.

We walked on wagon trails that wound through deep woods, around meadows and over dry creek beds for a mile and a half until we caught sight of the little school.There were children playing near the building and then I saw a tall man waiting on the steps of the school. I asked my siblings who he was, and they said that he must be the new teacher they had learned was going to teach us this year.As we drew near he calledouta greeting to my older siblings, and asked their names, after looking at a note book he had in his hand, he turned to me asked them , “who is this young man? They told him that I was their younger brother and that I was just starting my first year. He smiled shook my hand and asked, can you tell me your name?I stammered my name, Erling, and he smiled and said “you must be Norwegian”.I nodded and he directed me inside to a seat. After a few minutes he took a small bell from his desk, went out on the porch and rang it summoning everyone inside to begin school. He began by calling out names and asked the pupil what grade he or she was in, then he seated them at appropriate desks. This took only a short time, but at the end of the seating arrangement he noticed four boys who looked older than my oldest brother Rolf, and Rolf was 14 years old.The teacher asked them if they wanted to attend classes.They told him that they were just going to watch.The teacher said that this would not do, and they should leave.The leader of the group stepped forward a few paces towards the teacher and said that they did not have to leave and that they were going to stay. After hearing this the Teacher took a couple of quick steps toward the leader, grabbed him by his shirt front and loudly told him, “I said leave”, whereupon he gave the boy a shove that sent him sprawling in the aisle.There was a dead silence in the room, and the big boys looked at the Teacher in astonishment and quickly left the school.The Teacher turned to the students in the class room and said, “Those bullies won’t bother you any more and you are here to learn and I intend to see that you do”.I learned later that the boys that the Teacher had directed to leave had been bullying students and intimidating lady teachers for the past couple of years, and so the school officials felt that it was time to stop it.That was quickly accomplished by our new Teacher, Mr. Harry Larson! That was his name and as he stood at the front of the room he wrote his name on the blackboard, repeated his name and told us that we could address him as Mr. Larson, or Teacher, and that he was there to help everyone learn and ask him questions anytime except for the time he was conducting a class.

Mr. Larson began with my two classmates and myself, by giving us instructions on how to write our names. And to keep practicing until we could do it well. He continued by giving us an encouraging word, he must have known how surprised and fearful we were after the initial scuffle that took place. His manner with us was entirely different and we began to look at him with admiration and wonder, as I believe all the students did. The morning recess came and ended to soon we thought. Mr. Larson continued to assign work to each class until the noon hour.We all had our lunch and began playing when Mr. Larson came out to the small playground and called everyone to gather around.After all were near, he asked how many of us would like a place to play ball. Everyone held up their hands or shouted yes.Mr. Larson pointed out an area east of the school and said, we will have to clear that land right there and we will begin tomorrow, and I expect you to all help during your morning and noon recess. The very next day, Mr. Larson brought an axe and at the morning recess instructed the older boys to pile up the small trees and brush as he cut it. He gave the girls a rake and a basket and told them to haul the leaves and twigs to a designated place off the playground.Everyone had something to do, and after about two weeks of hard work, the area had been cleared of the undergrowth and small trees.A nearby farmer brought a horse drawn disc over and leveled the ground so the players could run without stumbling.Mr. Larson gathered us all together at the new ball field and told us that we had a new ball diamond because we were willing to work and build one.Then he said the same applies to your school work, if you want to learn and have good grades, you must work for it. We all grew quiet; I will always remember that lesson. Looking back, onecould say it was basic, but I think it was more than a simple basic lesson, consider how we learned to set goals, we learned creativity and planning, we learned working cooperatively for a common goal, we learned consideration and compassion for each other as we moved towardsthe final outcome. Mr. Larson was more than a teacher of reading, writing and arithmetic.He taught human values that would sustain us for a lifetime.

We had given up some of our play time to achieve a ball field, but we had not given up class time, and with the encouraging words from Mr. Larson, the classes forged ahead with surprising result. Report cards that we all compared before bringing them home for our parents to inspect and sign began to show better and higher achievement signs.Deportment was also considered quite important by Mr. Larson, and the improvement in that area was also evident. I remember listening to older classes recite, and at times Mr. Larson would use a competitive quiz to spark more interest, and just when one would think he would only ask those who were waving their hands, he would walk down to the silent student and quietly ask for an answer, to the question he had just posed.Most times the student knew the answer but was to shy to enter into the noisy portion of the quiz.By going down to the student and receiving a correct answer he would say loudly, “that is correct” I know this helped the shy student build up self confidence.I know, because Mr. Larson also used this practice on myself, for which I am most grateful.He seemed to have an uncanny way of increasing a students desire to learn.

In those early days, there was no PTA, but Mr. Larson, simply visited the homes of the children that attendedLoonLakeSchool# 2.This gave him the opportunity to discuss the child’s progress with the parents, and to get an understanding of the child’s home life and get acquainted with the parents. As I reflected on these visits, it became increasingly apparent that he was accomplishing more than a single purpose, he began a friendly relationship with the parents, he looked for anything that might be the cause of a behavioral problem, if there were any and also find ways to improve the students study skills. By late October he had completed his visits to the families, and of course he had also visited our home.On that day, he walked home with us, and mother invited him to stay for supper.He accepted, and as the meal progressed, he discussed each of us with our parents.It went quite well for all of us and after the discussion, he looked around at us and said, they are doing quite well, but there is always room for improvement.I believe that was his way of saying that we were all doing O K. but he always encouraged us to do better.WhileMr. Larson, Mother and Dad were finishing their coffee, Mr. Larson mentioned that he had learned of our parents talents for music, and asked if they would play a couple of numbers for him. Mother and Dad never refused a request if they had time, so Mother seated herself at the piano and Dad took down his Violin and they proceeded to play a couple of classical numbers. Then Dad turned to me and said why don’t you get the banjo and show Mr. Larson how you can play.I had pestered my Dad for the past year to help me learn some simple chords on the banjo, and Dad was more than happy to do that, but I was pretty nervous when it came to playing for Mr. Larson, but Dad asked me, and I knew better than to disobey.We all three played some folk tunes, with my brother Ossie chiming in with his harmonica.When we finished Mr. Larson applauded and said he enjoyed the entertainment, then he excused himself and said he had to leave. After he left, Mother and Dad remarked that he certainly appeared to be a good man and surely was interested in our education,

Mr. Larson had innovative skills in dealing with nearly everything he was faced with.As winter came on snowy and cold, the recess activities were addressed in the most unusual ways. Because of the depression, the school district had no funds for playground equipment, so Mr. Larson proceeded to invent team games, using whatever materials were at hand, such as fire wood, logs, and an imaginative mind.The result was a game called by steal stix. A very exciting game that gave all the students an opportunity to participate.The game provided great physical exercise, good balance and quick decisions on the part of the players.This game was played outside only when weather permitted.On bad days, Mr. Larson organized tic tac toe contests between teams of players, and they used the two large blackboards at the front of the room. He used the little board on the east side of the room to teach us younger folks how to play the game. Sometimes he even let us make paper airplanes, and then he instructed us about air currents by flying a paper airplane over the warm air register atthe front of the room, explainingthat warm air rises and cold air falls toward the ground, and how it affects airplanes. A short physics lesson to think about.He applied learning to virtually everything including our recreational time. Attendance was very good, and reflecting on it years later, it was because he used many unusual ways of teaching that opened up new worlds for the students, and the students found themselves eager to learn more.

The days passed quickly and soon we found ourselves preparing for the annual Christmas program. Mr. Larson approached the program with the same enthusiasm as other academic work.He handed out dialogues, for the Nativity scene, then he listened to trial readings, and chose the participants by their ability to perform well, giving other parts to those who preferred less exposure. Everyone worked hard on their parts, and Mr. Larson was very determined to teach all of us the true meaning of Christmas, in the Christian sense, and avoided chatter about Old Saint Nicholas, or Santa Claus, although he never objected to students talking about it on their own time.The Christmas Carols were rehearsed and rehearsed until Mr. Larson was satisfied with the performance. On the day before the program, Mr. Larson asked me to bring my banjo to school. During our final practice, Mr. Larson asked me to play the banjo and then he assembled about 6 boys and told them to sing Oh Susannah, while I played the Banjo. Everyone knew the words because the song was heard a lot and was heard on many records of vaudeville entertainers.After he heard us, Mr. Larson said he was going to have us entertain the next night. The evening of the Christmas program was a beautiful and somewhat warmer evening, and our little school was filled to overflowing with parents and neighbors. The Program was an important part of the school curriculum, and about the only live entertainment in our little neighborhood, given the state of the nation, and the distance to the nearest town. The program went well, and just before the closing Carol, Mr. Larson trooped out myself and the 6s boys including my brother Ossie, and with a smile announced to the people gathered in the school room that he had a special treat for everyone, where upon he signaled to us to begin.He had placed some old straw hats on our heads and we sang Oh Susannah at the top of our lungs with me doing my best to play the banjo.At the end of our number the applause was deafening.The closing carol was Silent Night, Holy Night, and Mr. Larson asked everyone to join with the students in that beautiful Christmas song. The response was immediate as if the whole world were raising their voices to Heaven. Whenever I recall that particular Christmas, I believe something special happened that night and the entire crowd sang as one that brought a sacred aura into our little school. Somehow, Mr.Larson had managed to reach the people witha message of hope that Christmas that brought them peace of mind despite the many problems that prevailed, and also to give theman opportunity to laugh and enjoy our little act, all in a way that must have given anxious parents a more positiveand optimistic outlook. Harry Larson distributed the bags of candy for all the children, including yours truly and when he handed me my bag he whispered a thank you for the banjo music. Everyone there exchanged Christmas greetings and enjoyed a good old fashioned visiting session.Then it was a ride home on the bob sled and enjoy the two weeks of vacation ahead.

When we returned after our Christmas vacation, we found that we had more snow to walk through and the temperature seemed determined to stay below zero most of the time.No Matter, Mr. Larson continued to urge all of us to improve in our particular grade, and make every effort to make the last half of the year just as good as or better than the first half.I found myself and my classmates doing work in the second grade, Mr. Larson also encouraged us to memorize many things because he said when you have memorized them you will always remember them when you need them the most. I also remember his lesson in honesty and ethics very well.One of the students in a higher grade was caught cheating on a test they were taking.Mr. Larson asked the student why he hadn’t studied the text book so he would know the answers to the test questions.Then he said, “If you got away with cheating, do you think it would be fair to deceive your parents by having a grade you didn’t deserve”.Then he turned to the rest of the class and said that if you cheat on a test you are only cheating yourself, because sooner or later you will be found out, and then you would be considered not trust worthy and undependable.He explained further that if you fail to get a top grade, at least the grade you got was an honest one and that if you really want to you can improve by studying harder. The school year ended with all of the students maintaining a great attendance record, and a marked improvement in their grades,learned this from my older siblings.Mr. Larson did not return to LoonLakeSchoolthe next year, and we missed his way of making learning an interesting way of life.I saw Mr. Larson 4 years later when our family moved to Dunseith for one winter, and our 5^th grade class had a math class across the hall in an adjoining classroom.I walked into the class room and looked at the front for the teacher and there was Mr. Larson. He noticed me at about the same time, and he came to my desk and called me by my name, shook my hand and asked about myself.I was delighted to receive so much attention from him, but then I remembered that he treated all his students that way.I never saw My Teacher after that, but I am often reminded of him and have never forgotten the way he taught, and great lessons he taught us all

He made our schoolwork an adventure in learning, which only encouraged us to study harder and learn more.We also learned about Ethics, Honesty, Compassion for others, Fair Play, Courtesy, working together respect and Belief in Deity, Help one another.I am sure that many teachers work very hard to help their students in similar ways, but to me Harry Larson is the epitamy of what a teacher should be. Finally I would be remiss if I didn’t relatethis humorous incidentthat aptlydescribeshim as a teacher; My sister borg had the good fortune or seeing him at one the earliestall school reunions held at Dunseith, wherein the course ofdiscussing old memories she asked if he remembered how embarrassed her and her class mate Florence Christianson were when he had them demonstrate some foolish prank they weredoing when Mr. Larson caught them, andthen suggested firmly that they should perform this prank in front of the entire school, which they did.Yes he said, however he said, “you deserved it didn’t you”?He laughed and gave her a hug.

Most of us have a teacher or someone special whom we remember with fondness and respect.I am certain that Harry Larson has many of his former students including those who are not with us now that number in the hundreds as someone we all remembering with fondness and respect.

From Lynn Halvorson Otto (75): Seoul, Korea

To the Halvorson family! I’m so sorry to hear of Brandon’s accident. He is in our prayers and thoughts. Lynn Halvorson Otto

Does anyone have an address to send memorials to for LaVonne Getzlaff Allard? I’d appreciate it very much. Thanks, Lynn Halvorson Otto

From Dick Johnson (68): Dunseith, ND.

Gary and Friends,

This is a very sad week for our entire community. I think I’ll send
condolences to nearly everyone as most are related to, or at least
friends with someone who has left us this week. This has to go down as
one of the worst times of losing neighbors and friends in many years. I
believe the last count was at seven deaths from the local area in just
over a week. I hope we have seen the last for a long time. Thanks Gary.

Dick

Obituary Provide by Neola Kofoid Garbe: Minot & Bottineau, ND

DOROTHY ROBER’T

March 25, 1933-Oct. 18, 2009

ROLETTE Dorothy Ardis Rober’t, 76, Langdon, formerly of Rolette, died Sunday, Oct. 18, 2009, in a Langdon hospital of injuries suffered in an automobile accident near Langdon.

She was born March 25, 1933, to Elmer and Isabella Hjelden in Minnewaukan. She married O.J. Rober’t on Dec. 2, 1950, in Dunseith.

Survivors: daughters, Carol Braun, Osceola, Wis., Darla Armstrong, Rolette, Dianne Johnson, Rolla; sons, Duane, Hiawatha, Kan., Russell, Wahpeton; 10 grandchildren; seven great-grandchildren; brothers, Burton, Greenbrier, Ark., Lloyd, Leeds, Ronald, Deer River, Minn., Sydney, Two Mexico, Mexico, Vernon, Grove, Okla., Larry and Paul, both of Minnesota; sisters, Helen Stalvik, Binford, Barb Solberg, of Dorothy, Minn., Marlene Petri, Langdon.

Funeral: Friday, 2 p.m., Sacred Heart Catholic Church, Rolette,

Burial: Island Lake Cemetery, Rolette.

Rosary service: Thursday, 7:30 p.m., in the church.

Visitation: Thursday, one hour prior to the service, in the church. (Elick Funeral Home, Rolla)

Bowling

Reply from Keith Pladson (66): Stafford, VA

Gary, It amazes me how much difference there is in the cost of things there versus here. I, too, am a bowler. Alice and I have been league bowling for many years, though Alice decided to take this year off. We (just me this year) bowl on a money league and with the lineage fee, the prize fund fee and the league secretary’s fee, it costs $16.00 dollars per week. Our league bowls Thursday nights and we have four person teams of which at least one member must be of the opposite sex. On our team (Osima, which stands for: “Oh s#@%, I missed again.”), we have a lady and three men. This year we lowered our overall team age. Since Alice decided not to bowl we were able to find a lady to replace her and she is only fifty. I’m next at 61 and our other two guys are 76 and 77 respectively. But we do pretty well. Two years ago, our team finished in third place out of 30 teams. Last year we finished in 22nd (a real let down). And so far this year we are in 5th. Its a fun family type sport and a good night out. Just to set the record straight, my average is a bit higher than yours. But who’s counting, ha, ha. Keith Pladson (66).

Keith, I know our League has a bank account with a considerable amount of money that has been collected from the $1.00 per game that they collect when we bowl. I’m not sure how much of that they give to the bowling alley for the use of their lanes though. I’m not sure what the lane costs are for individual pleasure bowling, but I’m sure they are less.

I forgot to mention that we have several Norwegians and Swede’s in our league too. Their accent’s sure brings back memories of being with my Dad’s biological relatives and a whole lot of the older Bottineau County Turtle Mountain folks too.

Keith, What is your average? You won’t make me feel bad. Our high bowler has a 210 average. I’m near the bottom of the rung. Some of the guys are competitive, but not to the point of being bothered with their buddy having a higher average. Several of the women on the other hand are quite bothered not being on the top. The guys wife with a 210 average is also one of the top Lady bowlers. She gets very upset if someone tops her score. They are a nice friendly couple too, both being retired medical doctors from Florida. She, like Bernadette, is originally from here. Gary

Lawrence and Eva Struck

Folks, I forgot to post this message of Paulette’s that went along with the Lawrence & Eva Struck Newspaper article that she provided yesterday. Gary

From Paulette LaCroix Chisholm (68): Newark, Delaware

Gary,

Here’s the last part of the entire one page article about these two fine business owners in our little Dunseith community. I had the pleasure and privilege of working for Lawrence Struck in Hosmer’s Store after school and Saturdays during my high school years. I felt he had high expectations of me and I tried to live up to them. Helen Nelson and Evelyn Pladson were long time working partners and were just the best. It seemed they knew every family, name, and face in and around the town..unlike me. It was great fun though to meet and greet all the interesting characters and patrons in the town. These people bring many warm memories.

Paulette

Fortune & Alice Berbe
Article provided by Paulette LaCroix Chisholm (68): Newark, Delaware
Question: What year was this article published? Gary

Obituary provided by Neola Kofoid Garbe: neola@min.midco.net Minot & Bottineau, ND.

Janice Metcalfe Poitra (71) Obituary

Janice PoitraOct. 4, 1953-Oct. 18, 2009

POSTED: October 20, 2009

DUNSEITH Janice Leigh Poitra, 56, Dunseith, died Sunday, Oct. 18, 2009, in her home.

She was born Oct. 4, 1953, to Emil and Elizabeth Metcalfe in Seattle. She married Raphael Poitra in September 1978 in Valley City.

Survivors: husband; son, Jaime, Dunseith; daughter, Kelly Olson, Bottineau; two grandchildren; sister, Elaine Metcalfe, Grand Forks; brother, Travis, Meza, Ariz.

Funeral: Thursday, 10 a.m., Peace Lutheran Church, Dunseith.

Burial: Little Prairie Cemetery, rural Dunseith.

Prayer service: Wednesday, 7:30 p.m., in Nero Funeral Home, Bottineau.

Visitation: Wednesday, 10 a.m. to 9 p.m., in the funeral home.

Condolences to the Robert and Metcalfe/Poitra families

From Aggie Casavant (69): Fort Mill, SC

To The Dorothy Robert & Janice (Metcalf) Poitra Family

So much saddness right before the holidays…My thoughts, prayers, and sympathy goes out to both families. Sincerely, Ms. Aggie Casavant

DOROTHY ROBERT, 76, Langdon, formerly of Rolette, died Sunday in a Langdon hospital. Funeral Friday, 2 p.m., Sacred Heart Catholic Church, Rolette. (Elick Funeral Home, Rolla)

Lucille Strietzel was Don Johnson’s (Dick’s Dad’s) Aunt.

LUCILLE STRIETZEL

March 25, 1924-Oct. 17, 2009

POSTED: October 20, 2009

ST. JOHN Lucille Louise Strietzel, 85, Rolette, formerly of St. John, died Saturday, Oct. 17, 2009, in a Rolette nursing home..

She was born March 25, 1924, to Ernest and Rose Dawson in Rolla. She married Carl Strietzel on June 27, 1943, in Portland, Ore.

Survivors: sons, Ronald, Anaheim, Calif., Carl, Huntington Beach, Calif., Donald, Lakewood, Calif; daughters, Carlette Timm, Anaheim, Sheryl Aird, St. John; 14 grandchildren; 13 great-grandchildren; sisters, Louella Timlick, Issaquah, Wash., Evelyn Albright, rural Rolla.

Funeral: Wednesday, 10 a.m., St. John Presbyterian Church, St. John.

Burial: Rolla City Cemetery, Rolla.

Visitation: Wednesday, one hour prior to the service, in the church. (Elick Funeral Home, Rolla)

Memories of Janice Metcalfe Poitra

From Daina Honsey Fiebiger (71): Cooperstown, ND

What a schock. I have great memories of playing with Janice when we were younger. The fun we had sitting around singing with her sisters. Our prayers go out to the famiy. Janice was a beautiful person and will be greatly missed.
Diana Fiebiger (71)

Update on Florence Pladson Sime (62)

From Keith Pladson (66): Stafford, VA

Response to Neola Kofoid Garbe, Re: Florence Sime. Thank you for the web site to send messages to those in ICU at Trinity. I use it daily to send short messages to my sister. She has had surgery on her elbow, her shoulder and her hip and will have surgery on her wrist on Wednesday morning. She is doing pretty well, but has a lot of pain. Her wrist is the most painful, but she also has trouble breathing as she suffered eleven broken ribs in addition to all the other broken bones. I would not want to ever go through what she is going through, but she is a very strong person, so I’m sure she will meet each challenge she will have to face going forward. Thank you again, Neola. Keith Pladson (66).

Repost of Neola’s message

Reply From Neola Kofoid Garbe: Minot & Bottineau, ND.

Gary,

I was shocked/stunned/etc. to read of Florence Sime’s accident. I’m including a site where emails may be sent to her. I think the emails are read once per day (probably morning)/the messages are printed on card, along with who sent them/delivered to the patient later in the day. Wally received several of them when he was hospitalized. I’m sure Florence would enjoy hearing from friends/family/etc.

Neola

http://www.trinityhealth.org:80/Greeting/MailPatient.asp

San Haven

Reply from Mona Dionne Johnson (48): Bottineau, ND

When you were hospitalized at San Haven, the capacity was 350 !, and at
that time, we had them in the halls – I believe about a
367 census ! That was top for all the years that San Haven was ! If
only North Dakota had listened to other states that had tried out group
homes for the mentally challenged (retarded at that time), San Haven
would never have closed, the residents wouldn’t have been moved out of
their home, and possibly part of it could have become a nursing home.
But then, the” powers that be” would not listen to all of the people
affected. What a beautiful place it was. And, I really enjoyed
learning of some of the doings of our children back then, Brenda.
Mona Johnson ’48

Brandon Halvorson, Curt & Denise’s grandson, injured

From Vickie Metcalfe (68): Dunseith, ND.

Gary and friends, I just spoke with Amy (Berg) Hanson, she said it is quite alright to share and print information about her nephew, Brandon Halvorson’s recent accident I shared with her you, Gary are very careful about getting information out to share with concerned people, no sensationalism,and that makes you, such a great creator/editor of this Dunseith blog. Thank You.

The weather conditions last week in this area of ND were much less than perfect. As you all have probably heard for a time there was snow, wind, sleet, freezing rain, snow and icy road conditions creating hazardous travel.

The hills and foot hills were covered with between 5-8 inches of snow.

Under the snow was muck. Toward the later part of the week conditions changed. An autumn warm up began and folks started wearing the muck on their shoes.

Fall is gathering time on a cattle ranch, everyone who can helps out. Be it the one who stands patiently waiting at the gates, to the cowboy bucking the brush. The drive is on as folks begin first steps of the gathering to bring herds closer to home. Riders of the foothills-hills, including Brandon were rounding em’ up.

As I understand, the ground was nasty; it twas slickery over all the muck! Under Brandon, his mount slipped, slid, and had dirty fall battling, scrambling,trying to regain it’s balance……finally, rolling over Brandon’s head. The cowboy did his best, the horse did it’s best. The slickery mucky conditions were just too much!

Brandon was taken to the Minot hospital intensive care, with a very severe head concussion. He’s in a lot of pain as his cowboy body is very sore. Now, because of the head injuries he’s having some trouble with his short term memory. However, visiting with Amy, she said, yesterday was a break through when he remembered twice which horse he was riding….Was it the black or the buckskin?

Further note; Brandon has lots of Dunseith-Bottineau hills and prairie connections. He’s loves and lives the cowboy way. Son to Brian, Son of Becky (Berg), brother of Cory, Grandson of the Curt Halvorson’s and Ed Bergs, Great- grandson to Tillie, nephew and cousin . He’s a friend to many young and old.

Please join us all in wishing the best for Brandon and keep him in prayer as his body heals.

Thank you. As ever, Vickie

Gary and friends,

I sent my… Metcalfe Kith and Kin the exact same info regarding Brandon, in today’s + a personal note.

Within a few hours I received from Laverne our Canadian Cousin,(her father was.. a James Alexander Metcalf) We met Laverne only once in person at our 1980 Metcalfe reunion. Her response I’d like to share with all family and friends of Brandon.

Thanks for the unfortunate news about Brandon Halvorson. Sorry to learn about his accident. I have placed him on our intercessory-prayer list. He’ll be prayed for every night.Would you keep us up to date on his progress?

We’ll believe for the best for this young man. We’ll see a real blessing worked out in his life!!

take care, love , Laverne.

Reply from Pam Lagerquist (68):Minneapolis, MN

Thanks so much Gary, this morning knocked me over! I’ve tried to go to classmates to find someone I went to school with and there was no information, I can remember from it. thank you again and God Bless you. Pam Lagerquist

Folks, It’s taken me two years to find Pam Lagerquist, but I found her. I first located her mother and she was able to give me Pam’s phone number. She remembers her Senior year well at Dunseith. She was only in Dunseith the one year.

Note: Pam is not related to the John Lagerquist family. Gary

Pam Lagerquist & Dan McKay

DHS Class of 68 pictures & Lawrence/Eve Struck Article

From Paulette LaCroix Chisholm (68): Newark, Delaware

Hi Gary,

Got your email the other day suggesting I send some pictures of us 4 classmates who try reunite on a regular basis. While going through boxes of old photos, I found a picture of our ’68 class and one of the Grimme twins taken at our 25th HS reunion ( more than a few years ago.) Thought it would be nice to see the two of them together. Betty Hackman, Beverlie LaValilie, and Janet Parril were at the union, but somehow we missed getting them in the picture. I’ll send more of “us girls” later. For now I’m almost literally knee deep in photo albums and don’t know how I’ll put these back!

Thanks,

Paulette

Gwen & Greg Grimme

This is a great photo. I recognize a lot of you folks in this photo, but not nearly enough of you to start listing names. I need some help. I will repost with names. Thanks, Gary

Bowling in the Philippines

Folks,

Today is Wednesday, our Bowling day. Bernadette and I Joined a bowling league. Everyone is for themselves. Their are no teams or team competition. It’s all for fun. The league consists of about 30 guys and 15 women. We guys are mostly all foreigners, in our mid to late 50’s & 60’s, and from English speaking countries (England, Ireland, New Zealand, Australia & USA). Most of the gals are Filipina. This league was organized in 2001, so it’s been around for awhile. The facility is a modern 48 lane Bowling Alley. The league cost is $1.00 per game and $0.50 shoe rental. We play the normal 3 games and of coarse our games and averages are recorded and distributed to us via email. My first game last week was 81 and my second game 181. What a come back. I’ve got a whopping 125 average.

Gary

Janice Metcalfe Poitra (71) passing

Posted by Vickie Metcalfe (70): Dunseith, ND

Janice (Metcalfe) Poitra passed away at her home north of Dunseith,Sunday October 18, 2009, yesterday morning. She leaves behind her; her husband Raphael, son Jaime, daughter Kelly & son-in law Chris Olson, Grand children Kennedy and Joss, her sister Elaine, brother Travis & sister -in law Debbie, and Melissa, Morgan and Mike her nieces and nephew.

She will be dearly missed by,many Metcalfe and Oswell Cousins.
and Many friends including, Kelvin Patrons and folks who shopped at Wayne’s Jack and Jill years ago when Janice worked there.

Janice’s funeral Is Thursday 10 AM Peace Lutheran in Duseith.

Veiwing 12 noon Wednesday.

Vickie

Condolence’s to the Janice Poitra and Dorothy Robert Families

From Bernard & Robin Morin (76): Dunseith, ND

To the families of Janice Poitra and Dorothy Robert we offer our sincere condolences. Our prayers and thoughts are with you all in this time of sorrow.
Bernard & Robin Morin

Thanks. Bernard

Condolence to the Metcalfe/Poitra family

From Pete (62) & Verena Gillis: Dunseith, ND

Gary,
We are sending our condolences to the Metcalfe/Poitra family. If there is
anything I can do to help, please call me at 244-5249 ext. 122. Raphael is my cousin and Janice was a good friend of ours.

Verena & Pete Gillis

Memory of Janice Metcalfe Poitra (71) from Laverne Christianson:

Posted by Vickie Metcalfe (70): Bottineau, ND

My sincere empathy to all who are related or friends of Janice
Poitra,who’s early death occured on October 18th.
Words always seem so futile at this time but may all reading this
E-mail be comforted knowing that she is ill no more, she is free of
any discomfort she experienced and that she loved all of you dearly.

She been taken far too soon but no doubt she has left a “Beautiful
Legacy” for all who knew her, to follow.

with love to all you,

Laverne Christianson, your Canadian cousin.

Condolences to Janice Metcalfe Poitra’s family

From Paula Fasset (71): North Branch, MN

It was a shock and I was very, very sad to read that Janice (Metcalfe) has passed. Janice was a great person – always friendly, always smiling. She was my classmate and I considered her my friend. I know she will be missed. My condolences to Raphael and her children – and her entire family. God bless.

Paula Fassett-Pfuhl

Condolence’s to the Metcalfe/Poitra and Allard Families

From Lynn Halvorson Otto (75): Seoul, Korea

To the Metcalfe family: I’m so sorry to here of Janice’s passing. I’m sure she’ll be missed terribly by her family and friends. May God give you some comfort during this difficult time. Lynn Halvorson Otto

To Duane Allard and family: I’m so shocked to hear of LaVonne’s passing away. I spoke with her and Duane at the all class reunion in 07. LaVonne and I worked together many long hours at the music camp when we were in high school. She was so fun to be with and I’m so sad to hear of her death. I’ll pray often for her family and friends. Very saddened, Lynn Halvorson Otto

Message to Vickie Metcalfe from Sally Knutson Metcalfe ( wife to Archie and Daughter of Mary Eurich Knutson):

Vickie, should we do flowers from the family ?
I am assuming arrangements will be made today so if you hear when the
funeral is let me know. I am going to make some potatoe salad and ham
but I thought I would take it over the day before the funeral.
I saw Raphaels car at the house and the place was all lit up this
morning. Looks like it might have been a hard night.
Let me know.Thanks

Arnold Zeiler Family memories

From Helen Metcalfe Barden (62): Fargo, ND.

What wonderful memories I have of Arnold Zeiler in my growing up years. We were neighbors about 1-1/2 miles apart. His daughter, Sandy, and I were classmates, starting in “town” school in our sixth grade, having gone to different country school our first five years. Arnold drove our bus and he loved it that we loved to sing on his bus, especially those 50s songs. He said it kept things peaceful. Arnold was like a second dad to me, always so good natured. Just as Lorna was a second Mom as Sandy and I would stay over with one another.

A fond memory was when they had TV before us and invited us over to watch professional wrestling. That was something!

Helen (Metcalfe) Barden

Note:

Gary, Our new address for our Class Directory Record is:

4336 37th Avenue S.

Fargo, ND 58104

San Haven Memories

From Brenda Hoffman (68): Greenville, SC

Even though I hadn’t lived at the San since 1969, I was devastated when the San closed in the early 80s. I couldn’t attend the auctions – I started crying whenever I thought of all of that history and beauty gone. Fortunately, Dad bought a few pieces for me – some Dining Room silverware, a tray and a chair. The first time I went back after the barbed wire went up, I tried closing the windows – so the snow and rain couldn’t destroy the buildings. The next time I toured, many of the roofs were gone. I don’t think I want to see it as Allen Richard recently described it. Thank you Allen for your political assessment of the San’s downfall. I didn’t know that part of the story.

Brenda 1968

Part two from Brenda Hoffman:

In 1952, both my Mom and I were diagnosed with tuberculosis (TB) and that’s why my family moved to San Haven. I was discharged in 1953 (at the age of three) and my Mom the following year. When I was in the hospital, someone gave me a nickel which I promptly swallowed and needed to be rushed to Minot wearing Jay Vanory’s clothes and being held by Cynthia Johnson, Dick Johnson’s Grandmother. I survived that incident as well as climbing the hospital wall pipes and “breaking out” of my crib so frequently that I was written up in the San Piper(I think that was the name), the San Haven patient newspaper. The hospital was filled when we were patients – 200 beds? and we were discharged so soon because of the discovery of the penicillin family of drugs shortly before WWII. My Dad had a cousin hospitalized at the San for 13 years – from the time she was 13. Prior to the discovery of the penicillin drugs, all sorts of odd treatments were provided including sun bathing nude on the lawns (men and women separated of course) to sleeping outside as the last phase of treatment before being sent home – those lucky winter patients – they were provided with a hot brick to place at their feet.

Mom’s first job following her discharge was babysitting the Chuck and Mona Johnson’s boys. Brian Johnson quickly became my best friend. Mom, Dad, Dale and I lived in the Children’s Building and shared bathroom facilities with the other people on our side of the hall. The building telephone was also in the hall and only provided service until ten o’clock at night. Charlene and Sharon Pearson lived in the Children’s Building Penthouse that had both bathroom and a kitchen. The Boguslowski’s (sp?) (Alice and Eddie, Allen and John) had the first television in the Building – maybe at the San and the kids would gather in their living room to watch those great cowboy shows. Carol Jasper and her family also lived in the Children’s Building. By this time, Dad had shifted from working in the hospital kitchens to the San Haven baker – the bakery was located in the basement of the Dining Room.

My family walked the block or so to the Dining Room for all of our meals. In the winter, we gratefully used the tunnels that ran throughout most of the San. Charlene and her family eventually moved to a large private house accessible by the tunnels – I still remember her answering the tunnel door to her house when I knocked (how odd is that!).

My brother, Dale, and Jay were playing with matches in the woods behind the Children’s Building one summer and nearly burned the San down. I don’t think that was a good day for either of them! But then, with Jeanne Nicholas, John and Allen, Brian, Charlene, Jay, the children of Dr. Laub – Karen and Robert and eventually the Caudrado’s, something was always going on. Roller skating (clip ons with a large metal key) and bike racing (always putting playing cards in the spokes for that special sound!) on the high and low sidewalks, croquet in the large open field beside Charlene’s house, wading in the fishpond (making Francis Baker the gardener crazy), anti-I-over (sp? over Charlene’s house seemingly always when her mom was trying to take a nap) and paper dolls. Charlene and I saved our money to buy the large Katy Keene paper dolls – I think they cost a dollar. And then of course the Kool-Aid stands strategically placed so that all of the hospital employees needed to walk by our stand BEFORE they arrived at the Commissary for their afternoon coffee. Jay, ever the businessman, brought extra stuffed animals to ensure that we caught the eyes of the workers.

Lorraine Pearson and Benny Frovarp ran the Commissary located in the basement of the Ad Building. Benny and Arlene Sand were responsible for the post office (zip code 58371) located in the room next to the Commissary. The third floor of the Ad Building had a number of empty, fully furnished apartments that were unlocked. Talk about having a great place to play house! Of course, we had to be extra quiet when we snuck in though – Mom was Executive Housekeeper by that time and was responsible for the apartments. Oh and the water balloon fights. Poor Benny F. We used the Post Office bathroom (always unlocked also!) to fill our water balloons and he had to clean up our mess.

Jeanne and her family lived in a large apartment above the Dining Room. On the second floor of the other Dining Room entrance was the movie theater that was used up until the early 50s I believe because TB patients were not allowed to interact with the public. We kids loved sneaking into the projector room and playing with the old equipment. I had my 16th birthday party in the theater room.

As Jean stated in an earlier blog, we had a pretty ideal environment. It was a bit like living in a country club – everything was done for you. San Haven staff planted our gardens, fixed our television set and delivered our Christmas trees.

Brenda Hoffman 1968

San Haven Reply

From Sybil Johnson: Cheyenne, WY.

Thank you, Dick and Allan’
I was saddened to learn the outcome of San Haven. Like I said, it has been years since I was up in the Dunseith area. To me, one cant call that progress, it was greed and lack of interest from the government. There were many buildings like San Haven that had been remodeled, after all the asbestos was removed. That was another cop out by the feds! I also remember when you were in office Allan.
Dick, that building was called Old Main. I remember it will, since I had gone to MSU in 1989, only to leave Minot, in 1992; being transferred down to CSU in Fort Collins, Co. Old Main had been a day care for those who were going to MSU at the time. During my time there, they began rennovating all of MSU and it was an experience I will never forget.
Sybil Johnson

Dorothy Robert’s accident

Article from Neola Kofoid Garbe: Minot & Bottineau, ND.

Ivy Eller Robert’s (74) reply:Everett, WA.

Yes, that is about Dorothy Robert. They couldn’t release her name until her family was notified. She was living there in Langdon with her sister Marlene.

Ivy

DOROTHY ROBERT, 76, Langdon, formerly of Rolette, died Sunday in a Langdon hospital. (Elick Funeral Home, Rolla)

Wesley Schneider Story

From by Vickie Metcalfe (70):Bottineau, ND

Gary, I go for a walk and I seek out friends when I’m sad
and today was one of those days.

The furbabies and I were on our quick walk this afternoon
when turning a right, Buie zipped up Ovidia and Wesley’s driveway.
I thought he was heading in that direction for one of Wes’ dog
treats. A quick rap , Ovidia opens the door and Buie hurriedly moved
around her into the Schneider sitting room. I soon realized that
Buie was clearly on a mission.
Yesterday, when Wes tried to entertain Buie with a little
stuffed orange pumpkin toy (about the size of a small basket ball)
which when turned on, rolls around and makes a buzzing sound. He
acted quite scared and decided he didn’t want to play with Wes’ new
toy anymore (fickle dog). But today, the little dog with some new
found courage took a most ferocious aim at the living room intent on
finding Wes’ pumpkin.
Once happy that he had faced down the dreaded enemy, he
strutted and turned his attention on Wes’ treats, dancing on two
feet and begging until he got his allotted one! We three do try
to be polite neighbors!

Settled down at the table with Wes scratching the dogs, I
prepared myself for a Wes Tale. I was not disappointed. I’ll
summarize it best as I can to share with you.

Years ago when Wes was a young lad, about 15, his dad gave
him a gun. Wes would take that gun out and move around the hill so
he would come in from the south of his favorite hunting place. He’d
lie on the ground on his stomach intent, patient, take aim and wait.
Fire. Oft times the impact of the firing gun would send him back a
few feet. But he loved the feeling of being able to sometimes hit
what he intended.
Often, a well known Dunseith store keeper, would come out to
the Schneider farm because he too enjoyed hunting. One day, the
guy pulls up his rifle and says to young Wesley, “Take off your hat
and throw it up in the air and I will shoot it.” Wes says to the
store keeper , “You show me how….you go first, throw your hat up in
the air.”
So the guy did and BOOM with one shot, Wes hit the hat
before it hit the ground! Well the guy says to Wes. Now it’s my
turn.” So worriedly Wes takes off his old hat, his only hat, and
throws it up high into the air. High into the air it sails….The
storekeepers gun fires… boom, miss, the hat glides down and lands
in the dirt without a mark.
Disgruntled. The store keeper stomps over to the hat …
“BOOM, BOom, boom…. Wes’ hat destroyed.” And there he was Hatless
and unhappy Wes. Nothing more was said.
A few days later… Hatless Wes goes to town and into the
store. The storekeeper had seen Wes coming, and from under the
counter pulls out and gives Wes a…….. fine new hat.
And that is a tale of K.C.Sine and young Wesley Schneider.
Later. Vickie

Message from Vickie Metcalfe

Gary,
Yes I stayed up and here it is in print……the Minot Daily.
What a thing denial is. For me, news has to be in newsprint to be
true.
My little dogs do not think I should be up in the middle of
the night and keep prowling around my feet, pacing back and forth to
the bedroom. Those little Westies,are good mood sensors,which I
call my Pair- of -Dice. Sven, the cockatiel has been making
sounds like he’s fighting some creature in his cage. We four…. a
molting…motley grieving crew.
While I wind down I’ll tell you of my latest crawl space adventure.
This summer I purchased an antique oak buffet, really
neat, except it seems to have brought with it an unsavory smell. In
a discussion with friends, one advised charcoal placed in an egg
carton would extinguish the smell. It was a miracle Wal-mart
yesterday bags of charcoal were on sale at 1.00!
Great Scot! What a bargain! Suddenly I had a flashing
brilliant idea….would charcoal take care of the musty smell in my
crawl space? So, I haul out 15 bags, packed them in my car…drove
home and threw them down that wretched smelly space, then crawled
around opening and placing them.
However, nothing in Bottineau goes unnoticed. This morning
as I was reading the Sunday paper at our local bakery, the cook comes
out of the kitchen and commences to comment that he witnessed me
with so many bags of charcoal. He says to me, “What are you doing
with so much charcoall, Vickie are having a barbecue?”
I told him I’m winterizing my crawl space and for 15.00 I am
using the charcoal, instead of air freshners. The guy has to be
more Scot than me because he replies. Oh, that will work and you
can haul them up the spring and barbecue then…… Hmmm. Now that’s
an idea!
Wound down. Vickie

Janice Metcalfe (71) passed away

From Vickie Metcalfe (70): Bottineau, ND

FYI

Gary my siblings had been trying to reach all am. When I connected
with them by telephone……..
They told me,our cousin Janice Metcalfe Poitra died this morning.
Raphael is her husband. Jaime Metcalfe is her son. Kelly(Poitra)
Olson (daughter in law of Terry Olsen) is her daughter.
Travis and Elaine are her surviving siblings.
Kennedy and Joss are her grandchildren.
Emil and Ann were her parents
As of right now I’m in strong denial so need to sign off……I
think this news ….. will end up in the Minot paper then when I read
it in print I will have to believe …….what was told to me is
true……….
Vickie

Vicky’s reply when asked about posting:

Yes Gary, I think by now Travis and Elaine have been notified.
Janice passed away today at her home, Sunday October 18, 2009. I
spoke with Shan who was in the area today when emergency vehicles
were in the area. He’d spoke with her son Jaime who told Shan that
his mom had passed away.

I understand she had been seeing doctors for a heart condition. We,
the Metcalfe Kith and Kin will miss her deeply. Our hearts ache for
Raphael, Jaime, Kelly and Kennedy and Joss. Vickie

Vickie, I am so sorry to hear of the passing of Janice. Raphael was in our class of 65. What a super person he is and I’m sure Janice was the same. My condolences go out the Raphael, his family and all of the Metcalfe family with the loss of Janice.

Folks, Raphael and Janice have been the owners of Kelvin for a number of years now.

Dorothy Robert was Killed in a car Accident.

From Ivy Eller Robert (74): Everett, WA.

I just got a phone call from my son, Jonathan, who lives in Minot, North Dakota, letting me know that Dorothy Robert was in a serious car accident and died this morning. She is the mother of Carol, Duane, Russell, Darla, & Diane Robert, was married to Orphula Robert, who died about 10 years ago. Jon didn’t have any of the details of what happened yet, other than saying that, the accident was near Langdon. Orphula & Dorothy were like second parents to me all of my life, and I will miss her!

Ivy Eller Robert (74)

Ivy, our condolences are with you, and the whole Robert family with the passing of Dorothy. Gary

LaVonne Getzlaff Allard passed away

From Neola Kofoid Garbe: Minot & Bottineau, ND

WILLOW CITY LaVonne Allard, 52, Willow City, died Thursday, Oct. 15, 2009, on arrival at a Rugby hospital.

She was born March 1, 1957, to Norman and Margaret Getzlaff in Bottineau. She married Duaine Allard Oct. 24, 1975, in Willow City.

Survivors: husband; daughters, Jessica Allard, Bottineau, Lindsey Lorenz, Williston, Brittany Allard, Bismarck; sons, Riley and Tyler, both Willow City; four grandchildren; parents, Bottineau; brothers, Jerome and Ardell, both of Cleveland, N.C.; sister, Sherry Bullinger, Gillette, Wyo.

Funeral: Tuesday, 10 a.m., First Lutheran Church, Willow City.

Burial: Memorial Park Cemetery, Willow City.

Visitation: Monday, 10 a.m. to 9 p.m., Nero Funeral Home, Bottineau.

To the Allard and Getzlaff families, our condolences are with you with the loss of LaVonne. I did not know LaVonne personally, but I knew her aunt Gloria Hagen very well. Carol & Larry Allard, her husband Duanine’s siblings were in my class of 65. Gary

San Haven’s fate

From Allen Richard (65): Midland, MI

The San came under attack not long after it began serving an overflow of residents from the Grafton State Hospital for the mentally handicapped. The Association for the Mentally Retarded (ARC) Had won class action suits in several states when they filed against ND.

The legislature fought long and hard but lost in the end. The San was closed in favor of group homes scattered through out the state. I was in the ND house and Senate from 76 through 90, so being the only legislator that could see the hospital from my home south of Dunseith, I was up to my ears in the issue.

The state put a few million dollars in upgrades, but that went nowhere. The ARC won the case and a number of larger cities across the state began planing and promoting group homes in their communities. Eventually the votes we had from these cities began to fade away as other places saw ways of making economic gains at the expense of Dunseith and the whole Turtle Mountain area.

After that, the state tried to sell the property — or rent parts of it to a number of business entities. The turtle Mountain Tribe expressed an interest in taking it over and turning it into a casino/hotel. I’m not really sure what happened, but the idea never flew. I think the facility was too big and the older parts or of it were packed with asbestos making remodeling very costly. Maybe a few other things..

I only drove by on HWY 3 when i was back in 2007 and didn’t have the heart to stop in. I drove through and risked ruining my tires in the late ’90s and the big buildings and housing were gone. The main hospital was partly demolished ad what remained was a shell of the building with no windows. It was being gutted for the value of the structural steel — so I was told.

I still have trouble driving up HW 3 from Rugby. I was so used to seeing the building as I came over the hill that is the Rolette County line. Now I hear that most of the site is a cow pasture.

That is about all I know. That is my perspective. I’m sure that those who lost their jobs and others who had more direct ties to the place have other ideas. I just know that a lot of friends, neighbors and relatives got hit very hard in the pocketbook.

Allen Richard

San Haven Memories

From Sybil Johnson: Cheyenne, WY.

Good morning Gary and all,
I remember San Haven and how it overlooked the wide open spaces. Augie’s sister Barb had resided there for years, until the order came down
to relocate all the residents. I thought it wrong then and I still think it was wrong. We use to go up and see Barb, everytime we came up to
Dunseith. She worked up in the nursery and several times, she would take us up there. It was sad to see those babies in their cribs, but I knew with Barb, they got good care; for she loved each and everyone of them.
I also remember Kelvin and all of the memorabilia that was there. Also, many times going up there with mom and Pa Johnson, to listen to the
band. There was one gentleman, Tiny, that I use to dance with; even though he wasnt very tiny. I also had a couple of showings up there with my Parklane Jewelry. It was alot of fun. Sybil Johnson.

Don & Bernice Johnson pictures

From Dick Johnson (68): Dunseith, ND.

Gary and Friends,

One evening last month Elouise Boppre gave me a picture she had of my
folks just after they received their teaching standards from Minot
State. This was in 1946 and I think she had also received hers that day.
I took two of our pictures out of an album that were taken that same
day. The building behind them is Old Main on the Minot campus ( I think
they call it Old Main). With this 6 week certificate, you were allowed
to teach school. Dad taught on this Standard until 1964 when he got his
Bachelors Degree in Music Education. He received his Masters two days
before he died in 1980. I just thought these pictures may be of some
interest to so many who had Dad for a teacher. Thanks Gary!

Arnold Zeiler pasted away

Posted by Neola Kofoid Garbe: Minot & Bottineau, ND.

ARNOLD ZEILER, 89, Rugby, formerly of Dunseith, died Wednesday in a Rugby hospital. Funeral Saturday, 10 a.m., St. Mark’s Catholic Church, Bottineau. Scriptural service today, 5 p.m., in Nero Funeral Home, Bottineau. Visitation today, 10 a.m. to 9 p.m., in the funeral home.

Sandra & Lyle, We are so sorry to hear of the passing of you dad. He was a wonderful man. He will be missed dearly. We are so glad that you guys have been able to spend time with your folks the last while. Sandra & Mike, I know you guys have been making a lot of trips to Rugby. It’s so wonderful that you have/are able to do this for your parents. Gary & Bernadette.

From Lynn Halvorson Otto (75): Seoul, Korea

20 Sept. 09

Yet another perfectly beautiful day inNorth Dakota.

Hi Gary,

You could not have conceivably anticipated the incredible pneumonia you would generate and create with your project to compile a directory of DHS graduates.My wife is baffled and bewildered by the outpouring of loyalty and love expressed in your dispatches.Some months ago, Jack Flynn telephoned to inquire why I was not contributing.Jack is well aware that I am a professionally trained and experienced historian and story teller, absolutely dedicated to truth and accuracy.So the following is for “Uncle Jack”.

Few know or care that the Morgan’s, Marjorie and Kenneth lived in Dunseith during the early 1930’s. That is how I came to be born in Bottineau.The first glimpse my mother and of her beautiful lovely boy, my head was covered with blood.Nurse said I was beating it against the circle, no doubt about that.I have not spent a night in the hospital since.Mother always contended that the nurse had dropped me on my head.Mother said that explained a lot.

As soon as I could walk I commenced to run away.Consequently I was tied with a piece of clothes line to the clothes line behind my grandparents, Harriet and Harley Watkins.As I was straining against my leash, around the corner of the house came an older boy running at full speed.He caught my leash across his throat, which stopped and dropped him.I was projected up into the air.As Billy Jack Hosmer observed my graceful arc across the sky, he determined then and there to become a world class flier and pilot. I landed on my head.Mother said that explained a lot.

Dick Morgan (52)

Supt. “Big Ed” Conroy used to say the class of 52 was the “Quality Class”, well of course!We had both Don Hosmer and Kick McKay.

Dick, Thank you so much for sending me this letter. I hope I have typed it all correctly. Please let me know of any mistakes I may have made. I have a question for you. With what you say in this letter, you are getting these daily messages. I don’t have an email address for you in my files though. Gary

Question from Dick Johnson’s Aunt, his mothers sister.

Shirley Olson Warcup (49): Ivans, UT

Gary, Allen Richard or??

What has happened to San Haven? I haven’t heard anything about it for quite some time. I always thought it was such a beautiful place.

Shirley Olson Warcup

Shirley, It has been a long while since San Haven has been discussed. Many folks have been added to our distribution since that topic was discussed. I will let Allen or someone else re-address this subject. I will tell you this much, it’s a shame what has happened.

I got a personal reply from Brenda Hoffman to yesterday’s message telling me her husband is a retired Periodontist (Doctor of the Gums). I’m thinking you have a son who is a dentist as well? You have never said, but I think that is what I heard a while back with something that was said. Gary.

Ricky Kuhn’s address in Kosovo

From his dad Mel Kuhn (70): St. John, ND.

Howdy Gary,

I remember a while back that someone wanted an address for the guys when they get to Kosovo and my son called from Germany this morning with this address for him.

SPC. Kuhn, Ricky

KFOR-12

TF Falcon-Eng

Camp Bondsteel

APO AE 09340

He said they are really getting into some intense training and will leave Germany for Kosovo next week.

Mel Kuhn[70]

Reply from LeaRae Parrill Espe (67): Bottineau, ND.

Someone mentioned Mr. Lykins yesterday and I, too, had been thinking of him yesterday as I was substitute teaching in the “keyboarding” class. They have to use cardboard keyboard covers so they can’t peek at the letters. I shared with them how our old Royal typewriters did not have the letters on the keys so we did not have any chances to peek. (One kid said he had seen one those typewriters and knew what they looked like!) So where have you been hiding Mr. Lykins. You haven’t been attacked by a Side Hill Gouger, have you? Does anyone else remember celebrating Side Hill Gouger Days? They were introduced to us by Mr. Lykins.

LeaRae, you need to wonder no more with Mr. Lykins reply below. Gary

Bob Lykins (DHS teacher in the mid 60’s) reply: Hutto, TX.

Gary,

I am still alive and very busy. I have been doing a great deal of traveling and just returned from visiting my young son and his mom in Germany. My son took golf lessons through his school. Since golf equipment is so much cheaper here than in Europe I bought him a nice starter set and bag and took it with me on the plane to Germany. We played in a tournament in Garmisch as well as several times at a course near my wife’s home. Most of the time my son played alone with me driving the cart as it was so expensive ($75.00 for one for 18 holes). Since “Dad” was paying it was better for my pocket book not to play. At a municipal course near my home in Hutto seniors only pay $22.00 for 18 holes, a cart, breakfast and lunch. My son and I also spent 4 days in Vienna, Austria touring the sights as well as attending the opening of a major Impressionist art exhibit and an evening concert by the Vienna Mozart Orchestra. Surprisingly, my 13 year old thought the concert his favorite experience in Vienna. One day, while my son was in school, I thought I’d get more culture so I rode the bus down the mountain and hopped a train to Munich and the Oktober Fest. That is always a fun time. While there I was interviewed by a major German TV channel, ZDF. It seems that day the American Government had issued a travel advisory against traveling to Germany because of threats issued on TV by Al Quida to create “incidents” if the German electorate did not vote for political candidates and parties, in elections that next week, that were advocating the withdrawal of all foreign troops from Iraq and Afghanistan. The reporter asked me how I felt about the advisory. I told her that it did not bother me and that I had full faith and confidence in the German security agencies to handle any threat. (I wanted to say that nothing, not even threat of bodily harm, was going to keep me from drinking the finest beer in the world. But, that might have been too flippant). She also asked me if I was taking any precautions. I told her that I wasn’t going to sit next to any un-attended packages. I forgot all about it until latter that night, after I got home, my wife asked me if I had done an interview for TV. It seems relatives and friends had been calling asking my wife if she had seen the interview on TV (she hadn’t) and so there went my 15 seconds of fame.

I am now back in Hutto enjoying the fall Texas weather. I keep busy by working around the house as well as working part-time with Pearsons Education. They called me back to work and I will be doing a solid 3 weeks starting next week. I need to make enough to pay for my flights to Washington, DC and back to Germany in December to visit family. In the spring I plan to head up to Alaska to visit my daughter and her family at Elmendorff AFB. I’m also working for the University of Texas Athletic Department as an events usher. I work the football games which allow me to see a good deal of the home games. It’s fun and I enjoy joshing with the fans.

By-the-way, I remember buckle overshoes and the long string of yarn that connected both sets of mittens and ran up one arm, across the back, and down the other arm in my coat.

Sorry to learn about Gregg Grimme. My condolences to the family. I remember well the Grimme children in school. It wasn’t difficult to tell who was a Grimme as it seems they all looked alike and they were all good students.

My best to all.

Bob Lykins

Reply from Vickie Metcalfe (65): Bottineau, ND.

Gary, A few e-mails ago Ivy (Eller) Robert asked about Hal Dupee. Was she referring to Hal, the son of Midge Cook Henrikson the proprietor of Kelvin Store? Didn’t his older sister write in a while back about him. I relayed that tidbit of info to my sister, Cyndy who recalls him as a nice kid.

Ivy, my sister Cyndy, Connie Peterson, Jesse Marion, Emil Dubois, Alexis Machipiness, Lorraine Cote, and Hal were just some of the kids in the same early grade classes together. At the our supper table every night, Cyndy would exuberantly talk about their wonderful teacher, Mrs.Fortune Berube. Cyndy would also entertain us with talk about her classmates ….. we’d hear tales of exploits of (some) kids. None of the comments were bad, just amusing to my dad. Cyndy thought the world of Mrs. Berube and of her classmates.

Later, Vickie

Vickie, You are so right. What a memory. I am pasting Lynn Henrikson’s message below that she posted with message 367 on February 10, 2009. I have highlighted in bold blue what she has to say about Hal. Gary

Previously posted with message 367 – 2/10/09

Reply from Lynn Henriksen (64):

Yes, of course I remember Dot & Tommy Hagen! Mom loved you both so much. I always remember you as being so nice & fun. The names you just brought up & even the mention of the cabin behind Kelvin bring up so many wonderful memories – it actually brings tears to my eyes and tightens my throat, so I’m glad I can type, not have to speak right now, since I’d break down bawling. Seems like a million years ago – and the stuff we each have tucked inside can be triggered so easily by just the mention of a name. Thank you for think of us!

Briefly, Dana and Rick and families are all happy & healthy – Dana in Idaho, Rick in Oregon (1/3 of the time in Baja developing his “casa” project).

And yes, all the play time & boyhood memories between Markey and Hal. Hal had a horrible, crippling accident about 20 years ago – he is amazing, doesn’t let quadriplegia stop him – has a beautiful “saint” of a girl friend, writes, etc. I’m sure he’d love to hear from Markey & from you two – don’t know if I should put his email address in this reply, so please email me at & I’ll give it to you.

Keeping Spirits Alive,

Lynn Henriksen

Website: http://www.telltalesouls.com

Blog: http://www.thestorywoman.com

Folks, this is a personal message that Vickie Metcalfe sent to me with some of our one on one correspondence. I have her permission to share this wonderful message with you.

Alcoholism is a devastating disease. There are quite a few folks I know who lived in tough home situations. After leaving Dunseith, while attending graduate school I came to understand the disease and realized I would have been a perfect enabler. Whooeee. Insight.

As an elementary counselor in Montana, I was fortunate to work for a school board and administration that encouraged all certified staff to gain further education in understanding the disease concept of alcoholism to help children in prevention.

I owe so much to that school system who enabled me to continue growing as a person. But, I owe even more to those kids who shared with me their pain.

This another lesson of life, any time a kid shares emotional pain with me I am humbled and honored.

Particularly kids who live with their unspoken family rules, “don’t trust, don’ feel and don’t talk” . As each layer of education from classes and lessons from kids who’ve walked the walk. I automatically start recognizing family roles; ie “The active alcoholic, the charming alcoholic, the dry drunk, the co-dependent, the perfect child, the lost child,the troublemaker, the family clown.”

I strongly believe in the power of hope. I found through this life journey parents who got involved in their recovery through the 12 step process and ended up in being the most awesome healthy parents I’ve worked with.

Children of alcoholics need to believe in hope. And kids need to learn there’s a genetic pre- disposition in this disease. If they can recognize they are at risk so much can be prevented. Oh boy, here there I go again into the teacher mode bandwagon and you are playing the violin by now. When I start with that business of judging others, I remind myself to STOP, take a deep breath and say to myself,”But for the grace of God , there go I.”

So enough said. Thank you for sharing, it does make one stop and marvel at a life miracle, “some folks change their destiny”

And Justly reaffirms. HOPE. Later. Vickie

Message/Picture from Doreen Bailey (Vance Bailey 46 deceased): Tempe, AZ

Gary Metcalfe Mention the Cota family that lived across the road from the Old Bailey farm on the hill. Vance has this picture of a Picnic at Carpenter Lake 1912 of Bailey, Anderson, Cota, & Wagner ladies and children. I remember him mentioning he was not positive about Mrs. Cota’s husbands first name, he has Joe on the picture. Also that they were neighbors of his Grandparents.

Doreen Bailey

In reply to Aggie’s message posted below:

Folks, I know that this reunion Aggie Casavant (69) and Verena (Pete 65) Gilles are planning will be a smashing success. I know that whenever you have Verena involved with an activity it will be a success and I know Aggie is right in there with her. The only thing they are asking from you folks is a reply letting them know you plan on attending so they can make their plans accordingly. I’d suggest letting them know even if you are not quite sure. An occasion of this nature does not come along often. For all of you both far and near, please make your plans accordingly and plan to attend this reunion if at all possible. Think of the fun you will have seeing so many folks from the past. To top things off, your entertainment for this event will be Highway 43 with Dick & Brenda Johnson and Ron Hett. I’ve got their CD playing as I speak. It’s great!!

It’s not often an event of this nature is held, so take advantage of this great opportunity and attend. Please pass the word to those that do not have email.

I told Aggie they will have to get some stick on name tags too for this event so folks know who you are and you know who they are. We do change over the years.

Please let Aggie know your plans.

Gary

Dunseith Alumni Reunion plans posted by Aggie Casavant (69): Fort Mill, SC

To: The Dunseith Bloggers:

Just got off the phone with Vereena Gillis,(and yes Gary she is as nice a person as you said she was…sweet as can be) this is what we have so far with plans for the Mini-Dunseith Reunion:

Date: May 22,2010

Time: Social Hour 4:00pm to 6:00pm

Cook Out: 6:00pm to 8:00pm

Music & Hanging Out : 8:00pm to Midnight

Band: Hwy 43…AKA Dick & Brenda Johnson & Ron Hett

I’m sure by now your wondering about the location…So are we…. LOL. What we need from all who are interested in attending, is an e-mail or phone call to me by

December 1,2009 so Vereena has an idea of what size of facility to get,so we have more of an idea how much to charge.

As for the food,all we know so far is that it’s going to be a cookout…Dick has a grill that he built,that can cook up to I think he said 35 to 40 steaks and/or hamburgers at a time.(Thank you Dick!) Some have suggested pot luck, some have suggested catering, Please put your preference down when e-mailing me,that again would give us more of an idea also, what the cover charge would be. The whole concept is to keep it, Fun,& Simple and to keep the cost down,so as not to pose a hardship on anyone who would maybe like to attend,but short on funds… I would rather give up the frills,and be able to sit and chat with an old classmate.

We will update you with info as we get it….Right now we just need a head count. Again Please let me know by Dec.1,2009 if you plan to attend.

If you have any questions, comments or concerns, please give me a holla at…

Florence Pladson Sime (62) was in a bad car accident

Posted by her daughter Becky Sime Coles (83): Spokane, WA.

Florence (62, Keith (66) & Bechy (83)