06/30/2017 (2536)

Mud Cookies (Cow Pies)
Message from Larry Hackman (’66):  Bismarck, ND


Mel and Dick both had responses that are listed after this message.

Apparently you Gary, being the nice guy you are, rather than say something bad about the cookies you enjoyed on the farm back then decided to say nothing.  Dick apparently liked his cookies more after they had laid in the sun and aged for a while and apparently like to share them with someone?  Mel apparently wasn’t the guy that was rumored to be following the sheep around.  I don’t remember Virgil.  Is he still following that herd?  Mel said that he, himself was a picky eater.  Does this mean he used tooth picks as chop sticks to eat them cookies?  I know he has been cooking for a long time, I bet he has some recipes to share?


Dick Johnson’s Reply
I just wanted to throw in a thought.  Do you guys know what blondes and cow pies have in common?  The older they get,  the easier they are to pick up.

Melvin Kuhn’s Reply
I was a pretty picky eater but I could usually convince my brother Virgil to try about anything. I have two brothers and three sisters. I was unlucky enough to be the oldest.

Larry Hackman’s Reply
Back in the day, this is the way I looked (picture below) after being convinced to eat some of my sisters mud cookies. “Larry eat them damn cookies so that they quit their bawling and bothering me, I have to get these cows milked, the milk and cream separated, and calves fed, and supper cooked, the men will be in from the field soon, and they will be hungry.” Now, I know Dick and Gary don’t have any sisters so I suppose they followed the cows around the pasture in the spring time after they had been eating some of that luscious green grass, that was showing up after the snow melt or one of them beautiful Spring rains, to find their cookies? Do you have any pictures Mel?  I don’t recall if you, “Mel” had any sisters, but I heard tell of a young fellow that lived along Willow Creek, south of town, that followed the herds of sheep around the pasture looking for milk dudes?  I heard tell, you had to taste them damn things to find out if they were dud or ____, Is that right?

Gary Stokes’ reply
The Cow Pies I experience were fresh on the trees and brush following the cows home after fetching them for Milking. Also on the cows tail when getting swatted a few times while milking especially in the spring of year when they grazed on the fresh green grass. That made for some nice juicy pies especially when it was raining with the straw roof on our log barn. It leaked like a sieve in the spring of the year too when the snow melted.


Blog (610) posted on November 2, 2009

Posted on November 2, 2009

Follow up from yesterday’s comment about ‘All Saints Day’

Last year it took us two hours to get to Bernadette’s dad’s cemetery. With some traffic mods that were implemented this year, we got there in a half hour. The Cemetery was packed. This is a large cemetery covering, I’m guessing, about 1/4 section (160 acres). For exercise I walked all the roads while waiting to eat. After we ate our picnic type meal that we took to the cemetery, I came home. Bernadette and her sister took a cab and went over to their grandparents cemetery located about 15 miles on the other side of the city. They got home about 1:00 AM this morning. This morning we hired a Jeepney to go back to Bernadette’s dad’s cemetery to pick up the tent covers, tables, chairs and the dozen or so folks that spent the night there. They said they slept well on their blankets spread out on the grass next to the grave. The majority of Filipino’s do not have mattresses on their beds. A lot of folks do not even have beds. Most can sleep sound on hard cement. Gary

Florence Pladson Sime (62) is in the ‘Bottineau Good Samaritan Center’:

Message from Tina Pladson Bullinger (78): Bottineau, ND.

Hi Gary,

I have been with Florence for the past two days, and yes she is in Bottineau, though not at the hospital. She is in Good Sam and will be there for some time. In order to be in the rehab unit in Minot she has to be able to do therapy for 3 straight hours, so it will be a while before she can be transferred back to Minot to the rehab unit there, though her goal is to be able to dance (slowly) on New Year’s Eve. I think it’s great that she has a specific goal in mind.


Thanks again for keeping everyone up to date on Florence’s condition and for the e-mail updates in general!

We will keep you posted as updates occur.


Follow up message from Tina:


Florence is doing some better today, anxiously awaiting tomorrow, when she can start some serious physical therapy!!

She know it will be hard but she’s determined.

I asked the home (Good Sam) if there is an e-mail address if people want to send Florence a note……..it’s as follows


In the subject line put Florence’s name and they will get it to her.


Holloweene Story

From Dick Johnson (68): Dunseith, ND.

Gary and Friends,

With last night being Halloween, I wanted to tell of some of the
Halloween pranks from the old days. I remember Sy Kadry being in his
outdoor toilet when it was tipped over on the door. He was yelling for
help through the toilet hole! Bikes mysteriously were hoisted to the top
of the flag pole. Windows got soaped with soap bars if no one was home
to give treats. Windows weren’t too bad to clean but someone soaped our
screen door and it was nearly impossible to get out. My grandpa told
about a neighbor who was bragging that his dog was so mean he didn’t
have to worry about pranksters. Grandpa and some buddies filled the guys
car with straw, right in front of his house, and then put the ‘mean’ dog
inside the car too! This would have been back in the 30s or so.
Pranksters used to put wood wheeled farm wagons on top of the school or
garages and one story of such an event, was when several kids pushed a
set of wagon wheels on a single axle down the stairs to the basement of
the old Overly school and overdid it. The wheels knocked both of the
double doors completely of the frame. I remember some eggs ending up on
one of the teachers trailer homes next to the school. As I said at the
time, “I didn’t have anything to do with it !” I slightly remember
something about a dead skunk ending up under the same teacher’s porch.
Those must have been really rotten kids back then! The skunk smell was
hard to get rid of–especially from my school jacket! I remember when Ed
Conroy had way to many tomatoes and left hundreds in a pile near the
alley behind his house. That’s not a real good place to leave tomatoes
the night before Halloween. One prank I only heard of and never
did—truthfully—was to put soupy wet cow manure in a gunny sack on
someones step and light it on fire just as you knocked on the door. The
guy would attempt to kick it off the step or stomp it out. Either way,
same result! Happy Halloween! Thanks Gary!


Reply/Picture from Luella Boardman Bjornseth (49): Bottineau, ND

After seeing the picture you posted of our family, I thought you should have a newer one. This one was taken when we were in Minnesota for Bob’s funeral and shows how much older we all are. Note the boys lack of hair compared to the other picture. That is what 28 years has done to us. Luella

Luella Boardman Bjornseth’s (49) family:
Back: Ralph
Front: Mark, Janice, Luella & Ron

06/26/2017 (2535)

Condolences to the Carlson Family

From Larrett Peterson (’71): yolacorvera@yahoo.com Crosby, ND


Sending Our condolences to the Carlson family …from Larrett Peterson… !





Lorraine Handeland Millang (’61) was married to Orly Kjelshus
Posting from Vickie Metcalfe (’70)Bottineau, ND

Gary and Dunseith Friends,

Last evening, I had the opportunity to attend a wonderful celebration  at the Bottineau Armory.

Yesterday, Lorraine(Handeland) Millang  was wed  to  Orly Kjelshus in a private church ceremony.

It was a delight  to see Lorraine and Orly sharing happiness with so many friends and relatives.

I believe, I saw  every  old neighbor from the hills accompanied by, their  grown children, grandchildren and even great grandchildren!

Many  of these people have shared  friendship and neighboring  back….. 3 , 4  and 5 generations in the hills!

It seems, Orly and Lorraine danced every dance be it, a waltz  or  a  polka.

Wow,  neat  to see children and grandchldren learning  how to keep time in

old time dance steps from patient grandparents and great grandparents.

Like the dances of long ago a  lunch was made by the family and served simply.

Lorraine’s  great- niece, Amber made over 250 cupcakes for the occasion.

Congratulations Orly and Loraine on your journey  TWO-STEPPING through life together!

Vickie Metcalfe


Posting of the day
Larry Hackman’s (66) message to Mel Kuhn (’70)”


Back in the day, this is the way I looked (picture below) after being convinced to eat some of my sisters mud cookies. “Larry eat them damn cookies so that they quit their bawling and bothering me, I have to get these cows milked, the milk and cream separated, and calves fed, and supper cooked, the men will be in from the field soon, and they will be hungry.” Now, I know Dick and Gary don’t have any sisters so I suppose they followed the cows around the pasture in the spring time after they had been eating some of that luscious green grass, that was showing up after the snow melt or one of them beautiful Spring rains, to find their cookies? Do you have any pictures Mel?  I don’t recall if you, “Mel” had any sisters, but I heard tell of a young fellow that lived along Willow Creek, south of town, that followed the herds of sheep around the pasture looking for milk dudes?  I heard tell, you had to taste them damn things to find out if they were dud or ____, Is that right?



Blog (609) posted on November 1, 2009

Posted on November 1, 2009

Folks, don’t forget to turn your clocks back. Today, November 1st being ‘All Saints day’ is one of the most major holidays in this country. Everyone flocks to the cemeteries to visit their loved ones. Most set up tent covers and spend most of the day and tonight too, with lots of food and drinks (no alcohol is allowed in most cemeteries). Some even have food catered. Bernadette has prepared a lot of food that we will be taking to her dad’s grave sight today. We set up several tent covers over his grave yesterday. I will accompany her to her dad’s grave sight today along with a lot of her relatives. Later this evening she and her sister will join more of her relatives in the other part of the city where her grandparents are buried. Tomorrow morning we will pick up the tent covers along with some of those that spent the night at her dads grave. With all the traffic today, it will probably take us several hours to get to her dads grave sight 5 miles up the road. In these conditions, I have just learned to be patient. Gary

Florence Pladson Sime released from Hospital

From Vickie Metcalfe (70): Dunseith, ND.

Gary, Note the discharges from Trinity. I know Florence Sime will continue to be involved in PT. Physical Therapists are most relentless in motivating people to recovery. Go Florence Go!

October 31, 2009
TRINITY HOSPITAL Discharged 5 p.m. Thursday through 5 p.m.Friday:Florence Sime, Dunseith.

Email address correction for Jim Metcalfe

Gary S & Gary M,

I’m sending a correction to our brother, Jim Metcalfe’s email address; it should be
The j at the beginning was left off.

Geri, The mistake is mine. Your brother Gary sent it to me correct. When I copied and pasted Jim’s email address for posting the “j” got dropped. I had it correct in all of my other lists. Thanks, Gary

Message to Gary Metcalfe:

From Trish Larson Clayburgh (73): trishclayburgh@yahoo.com

Thanks for your stories about your horses – you are so right! My earliest memory is of being horse crazy. My mom Hazel had it bad before me, and some of you knew how crazy my uncle Jake Gardner was for sulky racing. My passion for horses has never gone away…and Colorado is my dream place to live with them – so many great mountain trails, lakes, rivers, streams and vistas.

The other day I was riding in Rocky Mountain National Park, near my home. The Elk herds are everywhere in Estes Park – they must know they are safe. Anyhow, this wonderful little calf had a very aggressive blue jay on his back. We watched as he nudged it off with it’s nose, and when the bird flew onto a rock, he was so curious! The bird seemed curious too, and stayed put as they went nose to nose for at least 5 minutes. Eventually the bird flew onto a cow elk, who was VERY offended, and at last the herd bull came and chased the bird off. Very entertaining!

Later that day we got our first winter storm of the season. Two feet of huge flakes fell over an 18 hour period! And no wind… My ranch was transformed into a winter wonderland. Luckily I was “off work” the next day and got to stay home and enjoy the beauty of the new snow, with a fire in the woodstove. The place I’m living makes me feel like a pioneer, cutting and splitting and heating with wood, shotgun over the fireplace, chainsaw on the deck….

So that’s life in Colorado!

Picture from the Achieves:

Top Row: Viola, Lois, Morris, Rosalie (Azure )Thomas
Sitting: Cecelia (Azure) Thomas, Delia, Fred, Christina and Carol Azure.

Sitting: Doug Manson-George Longie, Chuck Laducerm, Kent Sayers, Leroy Jeannotte, Darly Laducer & Daune Gourneau
2nd row: ? Wessel’s, Lillian Lafountain, Maryann Delorme, Pewe Jeannotte, Ron Trottier Jeantte Grant, ? Freddie Blue
Back row: Francis Thomas, Bob Gourneau, Duke Vettleson, Gary Falcon, Howard Longie & Joe Blue

06/21/2017 (2534)

Richard “Chops” Carlson Passed Away.
Memories from Rod Hiatt (’69):  Bottineau, ND


This past week we lost a very close friend and part of our family. Richard “Chops” Carlson was taken from us way to early.

Chops was part of the Hiatt Family for the last 25 years, not by blood but by choice, both his and ours. He was like a younger brother to us, an uncle to our kids and that extra son to my parents. He and Shelley were the same age, so we always said that they were twins, but Chops got more of the milk when they were younger.

I recall walking in the house with what we thought was a nice bouquet of flowers for Mothers Day, and there was already a huge floral arrangement on the table for my mother from Chops, and the time when Dad ended up in Minot in the hospital and Chops was in Denver over the road trucking. He told his dispatcher to either get him a load back to N. Dak. or he was leaving the truck and flying home. Well they loaded him that day and when we got to Minot the next day to see Dad, Chops was already there.

When he came to work for us, he said “ I will drive truck, do repair work, but I don’t want anything to do with those things(as he was pointing at the horses)” Within a years time he was not only out helping with the horses, but telling us how and what to do.

Chops was a very smart and talented man. If he went somewhere, he would remember every road, exit and best place to eat from here to the east coast, he could tear apart an engine, a transmission or any vehicle or piece of equipment and have it back together and running perfect, his carpenter skills were excellent and this was all self taught.

We would let the kids pick out a colt in the spring of the year and when we sold them in the fall the kids got the money. Chops somehow got in on that but he kept his and that is where the famous team of Midge and Madge came about. Chops spent countless hours with this team of horses and by the time they were old enough to drive, our Dad had made sure that he had harness, collars and a wagon. Breaking the team was the easy part, the hard part was trying to make a teamster out of Chops, But again when he was told how something should be done and what was not to be done, you didn’t have to tell him the 2nd time.

Chops was the kind of a guy that would help anyone, anytime and for any reason. If you need $5.00 he would give you $10.00 just to make sure you had enough. He was also the guy that if you asked for the time he would explain to you how to build a clock. I know that he was loved and is going to be missed very much, but personally I can sit back, chuckle and smile at things that we had done over the past years, his sayings that he used and the friendship that I was fortunate to have with a guy named CHOPS.

Richard “Chops” Carlson
October 04, 1962 – June 12, 2017
Richard “Chops” Carlson, age 54 of Bottineau, died Monday at his home near Bottineau.  A memorial service will be held on MOnday, July 3, 2017 at 11:00 am at the Lakeside at Lake Metigoshe.
(Nero Funeral Home – Bottineau)


Memorial Service

Monday, July 03, 2017
11:00 AM

Metigoshe Lutheran Church
10605 Lake Loop Rd E


Reply to Kay (Lund) Hildebrandt:

From Vickie Metcalfe (’70):  Bottineau, ND


Thank YOU for your great story  about your Dad.

He sounds like he was quite the survivor.

It is wonderful that your dad shared experiences with you and you can pass on and share.

Knowing the strength of your roots and sharing stories of survival with your family is a gift.

My mom’s cousin lived her married life in Anaconda. Her husband worked in the mines.

A few years ago while spending  a few days with her, she  took  mom, aunt and myself over to Butte to visit the historic Butte mining site.

Much of the equipment was still there.

( side note My aunt Leona Metcalfe and Winifred Pritchard Eurich  were fond friends from school years of days gone by.

On her last visit to  ND,  Leona   stayed with me,  and was a delighted to spend a day  visiting with Winfred at her farm.

Also, my sister in law, Sally  is Winifred’s granddaughter.

Her children,  my niece  and nephew’s thought the world of their Great Grandma Winifred. She was a special lady indeed. )

Again,  many thanks.

Vickie Metcalfe


Roger Hiatt Mystery solved
Reply from Dale Pritchard (’63):  Leesville, LA


Quite some time ago you published a Hiatt Family Tree that you (or someone) had put together.  I think Roger was listed in there.  My hard copy disappeared so there’s no quick check on my part.  I forget who Roger said his dad was but I remembered the name at the time.  Roger said that in addition to living in the Dunseith area, he actually grew up in Spokane, Washington.


Gary’s Comment
I pulled up the matrix and Roger is there listed in next to the last box, on the bottom, in the matrix below. His Grandfather was Henry Hiatt, brother to Will J, John, Amos, George, Walter and Harry. His mother was Lilie Chase. Henry and Amos were half-brother’s to the rest of the Hiatt Siblings. Henry moved west before I was born, so I didn’t know his family. My dad spoke of him often though so I know of him. Florence Dahl and Elenore Fauske (Stubby) and other Hiatt’s of that generation may be able to fill us in on more of the details of this Hiatt family.
Thanks Dale.



Recipe Books
Reply from Doreen Larson Moran (BHS ’61): Spokane, WA

HI Gary – I love the recipe books from the ND homemaker and church groups and from Washington state too.  I am afraid I have a much too large collection that I might have to thin out some day. J  The recipe for the flatbread is different than lefse.  Hence the use of buttermilk and whole wheat.  Flatbread is rolled verrrry thin and I believe baked in the oven.   It is brown in color due to the whole wheat.   I have my aunt Lois Ydstie’ recipe but she always brings a batch to family gatherings.  Earl Thompson also makes a great batch of flatbread.

I do enjoy your Blog.  I am always amazed at the Dunseith names that I recognize.  That proves it is a small world after all.!!!! Doreen Larson Moran – BHS ‘61


Blog (68) posted on October 31, 2009

Posted on October 31, 2009

Peter Gillis’ address in Kosovo

From Pete (65) & Verena Gillis: Dunseith, ND.

Our son is now in Kosovo and says it’s fine over there. He gave me his
address so for those of you that asked for it…..

Spc. Gillis, Peter J.
TF Defender Co. A
KFOR 12 Camp Bondsteel
APO AE 09340

Pete & Verena Gillis

Jim Metcalfe Request

From Gary Metcalfe (57): Forsyth, MO

Gary, My brother, Jim would like to be included in receiving the daily blog.

Thank you. Gary Metcalfe

John & Margaret Bedard’s new contact info

From John Bedard (65): Lake Metigoshe, ND


Letting you know that we have moved permanently to Lake Metigoshe

and have new home and e-mail addresses as follow.

18 Birchwood Heights Rd N

Bottineau, ND 58318



John and Margaret Bedard

Dunseith Alumni reunion in June & message

From Aggie Casavant (69): Fort Mill, SC

Gary, So how’s your domestic construction going? Looks like you have a really nice place.Looks very coastal,like a beach house. It seems strange for it to be built right in the middle of such poverty,but I guess the zoning laws are different in each country.The only thing that bothers me about living around poverty would be the crime. Do they have much crime in the Phillippines? Where I live is minimal,but then you can go 7 miles on the other side of the S.C.border in Charlotte N.C. and theirs every crime imaginable. It’s a shame cuz it’s such a beautiful city,but it’s the result of not controling our borders. We have a gang problem in Charlotte,that’s completely out of control. The drug cartel from Mexico has moved in and to just drive from my home in S.C. to across the border in Charlotte at night can get pretty tricky sometimes.You sometimes see stuff on the way to work,robberies,shootings,and either road rage incidents or carjackings.Whats shocking is this is in really nice areas of town.The place where I work is in a beautiful part of town,but the apartment community that is side by side with our facility,on week-ends especially during summer months,you can hear gun fire,police cars and ambulances. In the winter,fires. There has been 4 fires in the 7 yrs.that I’ve been on my job….cause on all 4 fires,”cooking drugs” I think they call it,free basing…where you melt “crack rock” in a spoon for a syringe…what’s really ironic about this is this is an upscale apartment community,with white collar residents…The bottom line is that drugs has taken over this country,and we the citizens of this country have no one to blame but ourselves…The American people were too trusting of people in high places in this country,who have chosen to turn a blind eye to this mess cuz everyone wants a peice of the pie. With the drugs has come every other dispicable crime,child pornography,prostitution,pedophiles(this crime has gone rampant in this country…why???? Cuz no-one wants to pass a law to execute these people…and they deserve nothing less….So much for America The Beautiful!!!

The other night at work,this guy from Lyberia came over to talk to me. He made the statement,”For America being the “Greatest Country” in the World….I said, “The Greatest Country in The World??? “If Americas the greatest this worlds got …then this whole world is on it’s way to Hell”. People get really angry with me when I make statements like that,but I tell them,”As long as we as a country,stay in denial about the problems in this country,this country is going to continue on, in a downward spiral,and I don’t know how much further we can go with out smashing into the bottom head first”,and as long as we want to beleive how “Great” we are,we have no reason to change…How sad…In closing on this subject,I want to close with a saying I read some where, it went like this: “When The People of This Country Cease To Be Good,America Will Cease To Be Great”. Don’t get me wrong,there is alot of good still left in this country…but there is “ALOT”that has gone unchecked for too long,which in turn is rapidly eroding the greatness of this country…This is the point I was trying to make in a nutshell,but it seems I am always forced to make a “Hair raising,fighting words statement” before I can get anyone anymore into a problem solving,thought provoking conversation”. I’ve had it all said to me,the old over used statement,”Love It Or Leave It”. But I find the people who say stuff like that are either,content with the downward spiral,are not aware of what’s going on in our country, have there own drug lab,or marijuana field in there back yard,or are too fearful what people might think if you speak out…or don’t believe they can make a difference…..As you can see ,I’m none of the above. It doesn’t mean it makes me a better person,it just means:”That if a person feels that they are one of those people….don’t criticize or put down those of us who are trying to make a difference…Like the old saying,”Lead, Follow or Get Out of The Way”

Well, Gary, I bet you would never guess what I really started writing you about… So far I got 17 people including Hwy 43,Verena,Pete,and I. I thought for some reason that we would have a bigger response thru the blog alone…Maybe putting it in the paper isn’t such a bad idea after all. If you would like to check with Verena what she thinks,and maybe we could run it in the paper for the month of November.

Thanks Gary for all you do.It would be interesting to see what the whole process is you go thru getting all this out

Thanks Again,


P.S. This letter wasn’t written for the blog, but if you want to put it on, it’s fine with me…

Aggie, Yes I want to post this. I can assist you guys with getting this in the papers too. I’m hoping they will view this as a community activity involving many of their readers, of which I think they will, and publish this info when we send it to them.

Folks, Aggie, Verena & Pete are trying to get a head count for those interested in attending the Dunseith Alumni reunion they are planning in May. Please let one of us know if you are planning on attending. Our contact info is listed below. When they know how many plan on attending, they will choose a facility to accommodate accordingly. If enough folks plan on going, they can use the High School Gym. They just don’t want to reserve a larger facility if they don’t have the numbers. Their goal is to keep the costs to a bare minimum.

May 22, 2010

4:00pm to 6:00pm – Social Hour

6:00pm to 8:00pm – Cook Out

8:00pm to Midnight – Music & Hanging Out

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

Aggie, now to address some of the other topics of your letter. You talked about security concerns with the ramped poverty of our Filipino neighbors. We have absolutely no problems at all. In the Filipino communities, everyone knows everyone and knows what belongs to everyone. If anyone sees anyone putting a hand on anything that is not theirs questions are asked and folks are confronted. That seldom happens though. Our garage is located about 300 feet from our house up on the main road. If there’s any strange activity going on or if something goes wrong in the area of our garage, we are instantly notified, day or night, by the folks up there. Everyone knows who belongs in their communities and are very inquisitive when visitors come. These folks especially love seeing our American friends coming to visit. After their first visit, they are not forgotten with return visits. Gary

Messages to Ken Stiker & Trish Larson Clayburgh (73):

From Gary Metcalfe (57): Forsyth, MO

To Ken Striker

I am going to scribble out a couple stories and see if Gary decides to post them. Ken I think you live somewhere near where old Pap Striker originated from. He was a Hoosier. This story is about Erman or E.D. Striker, brother of Lee and Elmer. Erman in the years I knew him, was a tea totaler who did ride a horse from that Peace River Country in Canada to Ten Sleep, Wyo. Erman was absolutely one of a kind to wife Tina and good, clean living. Working together they could have lived entirely off the land. When the bell would ring on Carpenter Lake in November at noon, muskrat trapping was on and everyone set or claimed as many houses as they could. I really admired Erman’s ability to skin a rat and have a pelt in his hand in a matter of seconds. Hunter and trapper, fruit trees, fishing….thanks to Tina, Erman always looked as neat as a pin. A common scene to see was Erman and Tina in the fall months, parked out in the woods, little green ’48 chevy pickup, with a right saw (cousin to the chain saw), with a picnic lunch, enjoying life and nature to the fullest.

Lee Striker was a friend of my dad’s, not a tea man, but a great visitor.

To Trish Larson

It is very evident that you have a deep love of horses, so I want to share some horse stories from my life. My dad’s association with horses started at a young age. It was a respect and partnership more than a love of horses. Old Dewey was a fixture on our farm for a lot of years, he came on about 1946 when Grandpa Evans asked my dad to knock him in the head. I think at about 2 years old their teeth get loose and they can’t forage very well in deep snow in winter. So dad loaded him on a stone boat and hauled him up to our place then commenced to pull him up and down with a wire stretcher for a couple months. Pretty soon he was in harness along with half brother, Jim. A perfect match.

Our first team was Nellie and Squirrely and our last team was Bird and Doll who we got from Jake Thiefoe. Then came a saddle horse fit for a cowboy, Scottie. Harold Kelly found him over by Belcourt. The Davis’ had him on their race adjenda. Scottie was one half Arabian from Aladdin. Aladdin was a magnificient horse who met a sad fate down near Willow City. He had too much spirit, he would pick up a fence post and would run with it. One day he hit the corner of the barn and killed himself. Anyway when Scottie would get warmed up, he was back in the race, so my dad was the only one on the farm who could ride him, one day when Dad had Scottie’s head pulled around, eyeball to eyeball, he jumped over a willow bunch right into the Johnson Lake. So that called for a new type of bit. Pretty soon, he had a horse fit for a king, tough, fast and he earned a great retirement….run of the oat bins and hay stacks, you see my dad was a horse man way more than a tractor man. Horses were a source of absolute power to a person who knew how to handle them. Especially in the deep snow and mud on the Canadian border. They were used a lot and had a feeling of being needed. Trish you look like you are right where you like to be, on a mission. By the way I had a quarter horse mare that was a joy to ride and easy to catch. Like anything else it is hard to find a good one for you. You surely are in the right place to enjoy horseback riding and hunting. Gary Metcalfe

Luella Boardman Bjornseth’s (49) family

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

Comment: Ralph sure looks like his father Jacob in this photo. Gary

Back: Luella & Ralph
Front: Mark, Janice & Ron

06/19/2017 (2533)

Roger Hiatt

Reply from Vickie LaFontaine Hiatt (’73):  Grafton, ND

I never knew a Roger Hiatt


Roger Hiatt

Reply from Rod Hiatt (’69):  Bottineau, ND

I guess that I had never heard of a Roger Hiatt either. When I get into town, I’m going to ask my Aunt Stubby if she would know. Another one of those things that I wish I would have listened to my Dad more when I was younger instead of thinking I already knew it all.



From Kay (Lund) Hildebrandt: K Murrieta, CA.

Note: Kay was a Cousin to Robert, Corbin and Winifred (Eurich) Pritchard. Her mother was a Thompson


I’m one of your silent readers, but never miss a day.  My grandmother was Candace Thompson (daughter of Anthony and Esther) Grandma Candace married Charles Torbert, farmer in Minnesota.  Their daughter, Margery, married Hugo Lund.  My Dad was considerably older than my Mother, and a few of the letters today reminded me of some of his experiences before he and my Mother married.

He was one of those miners trapped in the Anaconda copper mine in Butte.  He had graduated from high school in 1915 and with his $5.00 graduation gift, he and a friend rode the rails from Minnesota to Montana, looking for adventure.  A little guy, but friendly, the miners in line waiting for a job took a liking to him, and talked the boss into hiring him.  He was a 1,000 feet down that day in 1917, but close to an elevator shaft, probably in the adjacent mine, the High Ore.  One of the lucky ones.  The miners went on strike after that; out of a job; the war started, and he was called to duty.  He missed his bus, was considered awol, and marched into Camp Lewis in Washington at gunpoint.  Off to France and the battle of the Meuse-Argonne.

He returned to Butte, but family called.  He and several brothers spent the next seven years in Manitoba, attempting to raise wheat on land that had never been touched by a plow.  Their first house was the chicken coop.  They finally had acres of wheat, almost ready for harvesting.  No insurance against inclement weather in those days, and they were hailed out.  Home to Minnesota, where he and Mom met and married–just in time for the Depression!  But they were hard workers, and eventually had a profitable flower shop/greenhouses, and retired to California.

Thanks for the great blog, and the opportunity to share my little family history.  Kay (Lund) Hildebrandt


Kelvin Homemakers Club Cookbook
Posting from Lynette Honsey:   California

Note: Please see Gary Stokes’ comment at the bottom of this posting.

Hi Gary ~~~ just a quick question.

Lynette  (Honsey)

An old cookbook I received from my mom.
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Is this lady, Elaine Stokes, related to you?
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You just sent a picture of this lady in your email.  Now I know who wrote this recipe.
I’ve never heard of buttermilk in Lefse.  Sounds good.
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Gary Stokes comment:

Note: Lynette is the daughter of Leonard and Lois Peterson Honsey.

Yes Lynette, Elaine was my mother. This cook book brings back so many memories of the Kelvin Homemakers club that my mother and so many others, of your mothers too, were members of. I believe the club is still active today too. In my childhood day’s the Kelvin Homemakers club was very large with many members. They had their monthly meetings in the member’s homes. It was always a full house. Do any of you remember the Secret sister thing that they had each year. They sure had each other guessing as to who their secret sister was.


Melba Alice Lund passed away
Obituary posted by Vickie Metcalfe (’7 Bottineau, ND

Gary & Friends of Dunseith,

Please  note the passing of Melba Lund.

Melba worked for  Marie Allard at the Beauty shop on Main Street.

In those years, I believe she roomed  many years at the Martha Handeland home..

My mom was one of Marie’s first “girls”.

As WWII  was concluding, Mom traveled with her ‘Pop’ to Yakima WA finding work as an elevator operator.

Mom  was always quite  frugal and saved  her  money  to further her education upon her return to ND.

She  lived with 4 other young women  one winter in a Fargo apt while they attended NW Beauty College.

After completing the course, Marie hired  Mom.

Mom left Marie’s when she married  dad  in 1947 and moved to Washington.

Returning to ND,  Mom continued cutting hair for  friends and  neighbor’s.

Mom often  shared she enjoyed many experiences of working for Marie.

Over the years, many young ladies  came to work in Dunseith at Maries Beauty Shop.

Marie told mom most of the   gal’s’ worked  about a year  leaving  to get married.

But, Melba was  one who stayed with Marie for a greater length of time.

Thanks Gary.




Melba Alice Lund
(July 11, 1947 – May 28, 2017)

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Melba Lund, age 69, of Dunseith, ND passed away on Sunday, May 28, 2017 at her home.

Melba Alice Lund was born on July 11, 1947 in Stanley, ND to Leonard L. and Alice Amanda (Person) Lund. She was raised in Stanley and completed her education there as well, graduating from Stanley High School in 1966. Melba worked as a beautician in Dunseith for over 30 years. She enjoyed working at “the plant” in Dunseith until she retired after 15 years. Melba liked knitting and needle work, gardening, fishing, and spending time with her nieces and nephews. She loved hearing stories of how they were doing. Melba will be lovingly remembered and greatly missed.

Melba is survived by her sister, Vanda (Louis) Wander of Moorhead, MN; nieces, Denice (Rick Bertram) Wander of Moorhead, MN and Nancy (Jerry) Kapaun of Park Rapids, MN; great nephews, Jared Jenstead, Avery Kapaun, and Baylor Kapaun; great niece, Ramsey Kapaun; and cousins, Anna Person, Allan Person, Rose Person (Mrs. Clarence Person).

She was preceded in death by her father, Leonard L. Lund (1971), mother, Alice A. Lund (1989), infant brother, Lyle Lund, nephew, Dean Wander, niece, Janelle Wander, grandparents, aunts, uncles, and a cousin.

A gathering in Melba’s Memory will take place on Thursday, June 1, 2017 from 1:00 p.m. to 3:00 p.m. at Elick Funeral Home, Rolla, ND. A private family burial will take place at White Earth Cemetery, White Earth, ND.

Elick Funeral Home, Rolla, ND.



Blog (607) posted on October 30, 2009

Folks, our place is like a bee hive this morning. We have guys here replacing screen doors on our house, screens on the outside kitchen, and several windows in the house. We also have another crew installing outside ceramic tile and another crew installing some decorative planters on part of the cement wall around our property. These folks need my attention, so today’s message will be kind of short. Gary.
Reply to yesterday’s picture
From Evon Lagerquist (77): Dunseith, ND.
Gary, I think the man in the last photo with Mary Ann Hagen is Elvin Haagenson……
Evon, you are so right. That is Elvin, Cheryl’s dad, not Willard. That was my mistake. Thank you so much for the correction. Gary
Elvin Haagenson & Mary Ann Hagen

6/17/2017 (2532)

Roger Hiatt from Rolette
Posting from Dale Pritchard (’63):  Leesville, LA


I spent the last 8 years of my service time, 78 to 86, at Dyess AFB, Abilene, TX.  Sometime between 80 and 82, a new guy showed up on the flight line.  He had just come in the from Clark AB, Philippines.  The first time I saw him I noticed that his name was “Hiatt” and he was almost a mirror image of Albert Hiatt.  In talking to him, he said his first name was “Roger” and he was originally from Rolette.  Based on his similarities to Albert Hiatt, I started naming off what I thought were his aunts and uncles.  Needless to say, he was surprised.

Gary’s Comments
Dale, in my growing up day’s I claimed to have known every Hiatt, but Roger I didn’t know. I’m very sure some of our readers knew or know him and can fill us in on who he is. I’m very curious who he is too and which Hiatt family he belongs to?


Dennis Lafloe (Cheryl Counts Lafloe ’71) Passed away
Obituary posted by Neola Kofoid Garbe:  Bottineau & Minot, ND

Dennis Lafloe
November 09, 1947 – June 12, 2017
Dennis Lafloe, age 69 of Dunseith, passed away on Monday at a Rugby hospital.  His funeral will be held on Monday at 10:00 am at St. Anthony’s Catholic Church near Belcourt.  The wake will begin on Sunday at 5:00 pm with a prayer service at 7:00 pm at the church.  Burial will be at the church cemetery.

Dennis Peter LaFloe, Sr. a son of Robert & Rosalie (Davis) LaFloe was born on November 9, 1947 in Belcourt, North Dakota, the youngest child in a family of 4 sisters and 5 brothers. Dennis was a change of life baby and this title stayed with him throughout his life, especially with his aunties and as a child they called him the little miracle. He was treated with so much love and respect, but he surely deserved it because Dennis was always respectful and gracious toward others.

On November 6, 1971 Dennis married the love of his life, Cheryl Counts, and together they had three beautiful children, Denise, Dennis, Jr. and Christopher. Family was so important to Dennis and it showed because they not only had their own children but he also helped Cheryl in raising and providing for Cheryl’s brothers and sisters, Myrna, Karen, Yvonne, Dale, Bobby and Susie in a home full of love. Dennis appreciated the family he was given throughout his marriage. Dennis surely enjoyed camping trips, picnics, family and friends get togethers with his kids and yes, those wonderful grandchildren. Dennis was his grandkids biggest fan when it came to watching them playing in sports such as basketball and football games. Each of his grandkids hold a special place in his heart. Dennis openly spoke of how his life was a better place because of his children and especially his grandchildren and great- grandchildren. Love is beautiful, yes it is especially with family. Dennis cherished and loved his family. Ella (Chi-Chit) and your husband Alvin, you know how much Dennis loved you and how you shared a special bond with your brother. Your memories together will forever be cherished. The many nieces and nephews, there are many, and he loved each every one of you dearly.
Dennis worked hard throughout his life and during the early years of his career, he worked for his brother-in-law, Jerome Aberle, putting in water lines and water wells throughout South Dakota. Dennis received job training as Heavy Equipment Operator and specialized as a Finish Operator. Dennis built many roads throughout his career in North and South Dakota and Minnesota, which meant one of his sons was by his side working with him. He worked for various construction companies throughout his 49 year career but some he was most proud of were Close Construction, Gratech Constructions, Dunnick Bros. Construction, Roadmakers Construction, Harris Construction and most recently with Farden Construction.  Due to a health issue, Dennis retired 2 years ago. Dennis thought highly of his only daughter-in-law, Kellie, and his only son-in-law, Chris Schroeder. Dennis was a member of St. Anthony’s Catholic church and was a very strong believer in his faith. Dennis will be lovingly remembered and missed by many.

Dennis is survived by his loving wife of 45 years, Cheryl, and daughter, Denise (Chris) Schroeder, and his two sons, Dennis Jr.(Kellie) of Belcourt, and Christopher of Dunseith, 4 grandchildren, Cole (Cassandra) Schroeder, Johnna LaFloe, Hunter Rose Schroeder and Tate LaFloe and 2 great-grandchildren, Schieyer Makoti Hart, Willow Donna Schroeder, and his second family who he loved and raised as his own: Terrance(Myrna) DeCoteau, of Dunseith, Leslie (Karen) Davis of Dunseith, Dale (Peggy Poitra) Counts, of Minot, Robert (Vicky Morin) Counts of Belcourt, Fabian (Yvonne) Strong Jr., of Coon Rapids, MN and his loving sister, Ella (Alvin) McLeod of Belcourt, and two very special sisters-in-law: Rita LaFloe of Rolette and Leona LaFloe of Belcourt, North Dakota.

Dennis was preceeded in death by his parents, Robert and Rosalie (Davis) LaFloe, sisters, Evelyn Delorme, Angela Allery, Christina (Tina) Aberle, brothers, Louis LaFloe Sr., Lawrence(Gil) LaFloe Sr., Charles (Chuck) LaFloe Sr., infant brothers: Ralph and Frank LaFloe and grand-children Lane and Coy LaFloe and brothers-in-law Jerome Aberle, Jack Allery, and Norbert Delorme and sisters-in law Colleen Reinhardt and Susan (Tipton) Counts.
The family would like to invite everyone to a meal in the church hall immediately following services.
At this time Dennis’ family would like to thank everyone for the kindness of words and prayers during this difficult and sorrowful time. Arrangement made by Nero Funeral Home of Bottineau, North Dakota.


Posting from Vickie Metcalfe (’71):  Bottineau, ND

I’ve rather enjoyed many travels across Montana through the years.  The Flatlands East to Mountains  West, North on the Highline 2  to South on 94.  Hiking  the Missouri Breaks to riding horseback  the Bob Marshall wilderness to a high Mountain glacial lake.  Marveling smells of bubbling hot sulphur springs to watching herds of elk or antelope boing-boinging across prairies.  Usually, accompanying me are my loves; history, nature, laughter, eagerness  to listen to tales, and a cousin or  someone  who enjoys life with a childlike heart.

Today, while reading the Montana Standard online, I was caught up in the tales about the horrible Butte mining disaster, which occurred on June 8, 1917. I thought of miners working in treacherous conditions and how they must have felt as the perilous event unfolded. The horror they faced knowing they were doomed to buried deep in the bowels of the earth.

I was hit with a  recall of the  heavy feeling of foreboding. I  once experienced many years ago exploring the Lewis and Clark Caverns on a cousin road trip to Western Washington with my cousin Elaine.  We saw the exit sign, Lewis and Clark Cavern.  She said,  “Hey, that may be really interesting”.  I said to Elaine, “Do you remember, What’s the difference between a stalagmite and a stalactite?”   She said, “Lets go see.”

Elaine drove to the entrance, we got out and paid our fees. We followed the guide who scrambled down to a little motorized cart  on narrow rail,  getting in with several  other people, away on fun little ride into a tunnel… a ways more into the mountain.  We then were instructed to exit the cart crawl through a hole.  (Not fun) Yep, we crawled  along single file,  on hand and knees through a  skinny little tunnel through rock. Down, down, down disturbing skittering stones often stabs of pain from sharp stone.

Suddenly! Feeling of foreboding hit! My chest got tight, my stomach started to turn. I wanted out.  NOW!  Home to ND.  I need a guide line to keep me safe.

But, I put on my face my silent ‘thoughtful look’.

We crawled on our bellies _into ,”Wow, a  warm sunlit cavern. Dust motes floated down from somewhere above the formations of silent, fragile, stone icicles. Some up! Some down! Trickling water.

Damp cold!

My cousin, Elaine was a person who always exuded confidence and serenity. That day, she kept me centered. All around us were  the U of Montana ‘Earth Science’ people. They kept wandering, looking excited and talking scientific terms .

While, in my mind, I continued to call the protruding ups and downs… ‘icicles’. My thoughts, “There we’ve done that, saw it.  Now, lets get out of here!”   Finally, the guide got the others rounded up. I might have been first in line. Crawling up the tunnel was harder work! UffDa. Huff, puff breathe.

I was ever so happy to be out of that cavern with feet planted on sweet terra firma.  Once again, Elaine and I were on interstate looking for another adventure.

After that crawl into the bowels of the earth with Elaine,  I was absolutely sure,  I did not want to go down again. Or teach Earth Science.

In the many years since then, I’ve done road trips with _ my kids _a.k.a children of my siblings. I have  always been  quite  determined for each of them to have an educational experience.   I never wished to repeat the cavern experience.  I          never again  want to take the Lewis and Clark Exit.   Today, reading about an event in 1917,  I was  awakened  of a fond memory of Elaine.

And I  wonder… about the strong  feeling  of foreboding those 166 miners must have felt 100 years ago down in the bowels of the earth.

Thanks Gary.



Letter from Lee Stickland (’64):  Dickinson, ND


90 degrees here today.  We are in bad need of rain.  Farmers have begun to sell their cattle as there is no green grass.  SW ND is cattle-country so it is sad to see the wheels of economics turn, adversely.

I would have a bad case of ulcers if I were a farmer and had all my assets in the ground, awaiting the throw of the dice of the weather.

Then, there is always the WHITE COMBINE, HAIL.  The cost of insurance is just a cost that needs to figure in each year, regardless.  Of course, a guy could GO ALL IN and not insure and find out later what is left.

Darrel has a daughter who works in Mayo at Rochester.  She has her Doctorate in Pharmacy and therefore has a very good job at one of the hospitals.  Dean has two (2) daughters.  The oldest, Sara, is a missionary for the faith that we three (3) boys practice and believe in with all the merits of our folks.  The younger daughter, Susan, is married to Scott and they have a son, Justin and a daughter, Kari.  Scott is a helicopter pilot and gives narrated tours of the Grand Canyon.  They live in Henderson, NV.

Both Dean and Darrel work at the craftsmanship of fixing homes, making additions, adding walkways, i.e., down to the puget sound.  Dean also makes violin bows and is well-known in the vastly-expanding area for his excellency.  He has sold bows for as much as $1600 each.  Dean is the finite guy of the Stickland’s.  He has retired from Boeing, who I believe absorbed the company who at one-time made the engines for the space shuttle, Rockdyne.

Nice talking to ya, Gary.  I did attempt to use the MESSENGER but I am less-than computer-savvy and not very patient.

See you on the next turn-around.  I was in Boston  April 20-25 and Eric and drove thru New Hampshire and to Maine.  I now have Vermont to visit before I will have been to ALL states of the union. Enjoyed seeing Paul Revere’s home, being in the church where he signaled from.  It was interesting, there are no pews.  Families had boxes, compartments with seats, some padded, some not, some on all sides, some not, with a name plate on the outside of each door.  The minister spoke from a quite elaborate pedestal in one corner for the benefit of acoustics.

Oh, Gary, one more story.  When I was getting ready for a talent show on the 3rd of March, I was tuning my guitar and the bridge, the portion where the strings enter the top of the instrument on the right side, popped up.  BINGO.

Sent it away to the ALVAREZ company for repair.  Got it back 3 months later.  NO CHARGE.  21.88 hours of labor and an extensive list of things that were done, as listed on the work order.  I had forgotten what I paid for the guitar so I called the local fellas here in town, where we also bought our son’s $4000 piano in 1983, and learned that I had paid $1953 in 2007.  Which computes to a bit over $2300 in today’s dollars.

On the day I got my guitar back, I promptly wrote a letter of THANK YOU to the person listed on the Work Order as the craftsman who had done the work.  Too often, people assume that such repair cost are built into the cost of purchase,  That may be but it does not say a hearty TKU to someone who spends a lot of time making things rights.

I will quit, this time   Lee


Blog (606) posted on October 29, 2009

Posted on October 29, 2009

Landsverk’s book

Comments from Dick Johnson (68): Dunseith, ND.

Gary and Friends,

The last couple of nights I have been reading Erling Landsverk’s
book, ‘ My Dakota Years’. I have to say it was most interesting to me to
read about the life of his family through the depression and the war.
This is a great documentation from first had experiences. Erling has
done a really good job of remembering so many of the small details that
make his book hard to put down. It is a ‘must read’ for anyone
interested in the early days, 1920s through 1940s, here in the Turtle
Mountains. Thanks Erling, your book is one of my treasured pieces of
local history! Thanks Gary!


Florence Pladson update following her car accident

Message from Neola Kofoid Garbe: Minot & Bottineau, ND

July 09:
Florence, Keith & Becky

I visited Florence today for a short time (I was on my way to meet Wally for supper.). The lady whose daughter was injured in the same accident, was visiting her when I arrived. I chatted a bit/left caramels for both ladies and left. Florence looks/sounds very “good”. She said “they” are checking into her going to the Bottineau Hospital for therapy, if they have room for another patient. She would, of course, like to go there. If not, she’ll most likely be transferred to the former St. Joe’s building in Minot. Apparently, that’s where Trinity’s rehab is now.

I don’t know if you want to post this, but if you do, please check with Tina Pladson Bullinger before you do. I want my info to be correct, and also that it’s OK to post it.



Reply from Florence’s Daughter

Becky Sime Coles (82): Spokane, WA.


That sounds accurate to me. I spoke with my mom this afternoon and she sounded in good spirits. She says the only pain that she really has is the burning in her hand and up to her elbow. This is most likely due to the regeneration of the nerve in that area. They have had her up and sitting in a wheelchair and it is quite exhausting after having been in the hospital bed for so long. She is hoping to be moved to the facility in Bottineau but as of today they did not have a spot for her. Her doctor has advised her that he doesn’t want to move her until the pain in her hand/arm is better. She has a long road of therapy ahead of her bur her spirits are good and her goal is to be up and dancing again in time for New Years!

She passed on her thanks to the people that have sent emails, cards, flowers etc. She said the messages brighten her days.

I would like to thank all of you as well for your thoughts and prayers. Keep the positive thoughts and prayers coming for all that were involved in this terrible accident.


Message/Picture from Vicky Bergan Dietz (82): Princeton, Minnesota

Hi Gary,

The following picture is of Randy Haavisto, Son of Vicky Bergan-Dietz (1982 DHS) and grandson of David and Glenda Bergan Dunseith, ND. He has enlisted with the United States Marines Corp, we are all so very proud of him. He arrived in San Diega, California , Camp Pendelton, Monday eve, 10-26-2009 for Marines Boot-Camp. We are looking forward to an awesome reunion when he completes his training camp!


Vicky Bergan-Dietz

Vicky Bergan Dietz (82) with her son Randy Haavisto

Pictures from the Achieves

Clarence (Deceased) & Mary Ann Hagen

Willard Haagenson & Mary Ann Hagen

Article written by Gary Woodford (55)

06/07/2017 (2531)

Darrel (47) and Dorothy Strietzel (46) Fassett’s 70th Wedding anniversary
Posting from Susan Fasset Martin (’65):Spearfish SD

My scanner is not working so I took this photo of a page in my dad’s scrapbook. Today is Darrel Fassett and Dorothy Strietzel’s 70th wedding anniversary. Maybe you can post something on the blog. I also posted a pic on FB. Hope all is well in Cebu. I am recovering from hip replacement surgery and Paula is my nurse/cook/housekeeper. I’m doing well
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                          Darrel (47) and Dorothy Strietzel (46) Fassett
Fassett Darrel 2531

Gary’s comment
Congratulations Darrel and Dorothy. You are both looking so well and doing great. You will have many more years together. It is always a pleasure seeing you folks too, with our trips back to area, when we run into each other, normally at Wal-Mart in Bottineau.


Dale’s Jumbo Burger
Posting from Don Martel (Principal):  Rosemount, MN

On our recent trip to Dunseith, I just had to have one and It was just as good as ever. They are now called, “King of the road.”, on the menu.


Blog (605) posted on October 28, 2009

Posted on October 28, 2009

Sympathy to Marie Iverson Staub (60)

From Susan Brew Roussin (59): Rolla, ND

We send our sympathy to Marie Staub. I have been a widow for 17 years, but I still miss the conversations with my dear husband. You may feel you are in a fog for awhile, but with faith and love from family and friends you will be able to move on and hold fast the good memories. Love and prayers to you and yours.

Update on Virgil Rude (Stroke): Minot, ND

From his Aunt Luella Boardman Bjornseth: Bottineau, ND

We had lunch with Virgil & Gerry last Friday. They were on the way up to the farm to cut the grass one last time before winter. Virgil isn’t allowed to drive yet but is doing real good. He is taking theropy 3 times a week and will be taking it until the end of November. He walks good now but uses a cane to steady himself part of the time. Is still a little weak on the right side so has to take his time. He talks plainly now and says he doesn’t have any pain. He thought he would be able to run the riding mower and Gerry said if he had a problem with it she would be able to finish it off. We haven’t talked to him since so haven’t found out how he made out.


Virgil, A lot of our folks know you and knowing that it’s OK with you, I wanted to post this message of Luella’s. It’s wonderful that you are doing so well. It’s wonders what a positive attitude has. Mind over matter is a lot of the name of the game. Gary

Reply from Pam Lagerquist (68): Minneapolis, MN

I don’t remember some of you, but it’s so nice to see what’s going on with you. I was only in dunseith for 1 year (senior), but I met so many nice people, teachers and towns people. Pam Lagerquist

Memories from Dick Morgan (52): Washburn, ND

A common stereotype is of a young person, living in a small, rural town, whining, “there is nothing to do here. I can’t wait to get away from here.” As I recall, when I was a young person living in a small, rural town, we had:

Turtle Mountains for all those wonderful, colorful characters “living in the hills”; Peace Gardens for picnics and nocturnal naughtiness; Steve Cook’s Kelvin for beverages; Willow Creek for hiking; Shelver Drug for soda fountain; Reservation for pow wows and bush dances; Mineral Springs for camping; Metigoshe for fishing; Lambert’s Hill for skiing; Althea for three different movies a week; Shutte for swimming; Peterson’s Hall for Ole Bersinger’s “Rubber Dolly”; Butte St. Paul for beer bashes; Indian Mound for digging; Rolla for rivalry and hard fought games; San Haven for “San bags”; Shanty Town for more colorful characters; Memorial Hall for just about anything; Bottineau for unsuccessful cruising for girls; Round Barn for dances; Ole Evan’s pasture for gopher hunting; four lively bars; bakery for oh such good bread and raised doughnuts; church for Christmas programs; Great Northern gravel pit for Fourth of July fireworks; Main Street for Saturday nights; Crystal Cafe for hot pork sandwiches and sour cream raisin pie; and, of course, dear old DHS for sports, plays and Miss Schurr’s college prep classes.

NOTHING TO DO!? There weren’t enough hours in the days or nights.

Dick Morgan ’52

Email address Change for Bob & Donna (Sunderland 52) Leonard (51): Dunseith, ND

I have changed the location of my computer to Dunseith, and wanted to maintain hi-speed internet for the winter months. In order to accomplish that, had to change servers. My new e-mail address is I understand this is case sensitive.

Hopefully, this will not create a problem for any of you.



Bob, This is no bother at all for me to make these changes. In fact I encourage folks to keep me updated with all of their changes. We try to keep all these records as current as possible. Thanks, Gary

Reply to Erling Landsverk from Lois Lilleby Fielding (51): Prescott, AZ

Reply to Erliing Landsverk from Lois Lilleby Fielding: Yes, Erliing, Arnold was my father and for several years we lived on ‘Main Street” next to his garage. I remember playing around bags of wool, I think, in the garage. In addition, living next door to K.C. and Margie Sine’s store, I would go there to “help” rearrange the cans of food in the bins. Then, after my “work”, Margie and I would share an orange. The Sines were the Best!! I love hearing stories of K.C. on the blog.

Good luck to you with your book! Lois Lilleby Fielding.

Dunseith News posted by Neoal Kofoid Garbe:Minot & Botttineau, ND


Pictures from the Achieves

 About 1967:
Standing L to R: Lola Metcafe, Patt Metcafe, Joan La Croix
Bottom L to R: Joann Houle, Corliss Allard, Randi Mongeon

2007 – Sheally Baker Engebretson (65)

Evie Gottbreht (65) & Patty Boguslawski (65)



06/05/2017 (2530)

Picture Identified

Reply from Carol Allard (’65):  Sidney, MT

This picture is of my dad, John Allard.
Carol Allard

Reply from Dick Johnson (’68):  Dunseith, ND

    I am quite sure that’s John Allard.

Reply from Mel Kuhn (’70):  St. John, ND

The man in the picture is John Allard. He is my uncle. He is Carol’s dad I’m sure she will fill you in.

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

I am pretty sure the picture is John Allard.

Reply from Jay Vonorny (’66):  Dunseith, ND

I am quite sure it is an Allard, contact Dawn and Larry Allard

Reply from Larry Nagel (DHS Teacher): Shields, ND

To whomever,
He might be one of the Robert boys (that is pronounced  French) I am not sure, but if  related to Alfred Cote  family that built the round barn  South of Dunseith.
Larry Nagel

Allard, John 2530

Message from Aggie Casavant (’69):   Modesto, California

Hi  Gary, finally  got  down to  the  library  and  have  been  sitting  here  really  enjoying  everyones  stories.  I  especially  enjoyed  the  story  that  Dick  told  about  Mrs. Conroy and  giving  that  girl  that  swore  at  her  the  “what  for”. Just  as  I  was  leaving  the  house  this  morning  to  come  to the  library  there  was  this  kid  on  the  news whining  to  the  t.v  cameras that he  wasn’t  going  to  be  allowed  to  walk  with  his  class  at  graduation cuz  he  worked  over  the  asst. principle. They  said  there  are  1000 class mates  and  friends  who  are  marching  and  protesting  to  let  him  walk…..Seriously….he should  be  in  jail  for  assault….  ….  Jeri Neamyers  post  about  Don Johnson was  so  nice  to  read. Alot  of  nice  memories  of  better  days….”Where have  all the  flowers  gone…..  Thanks  Gary  for  hanging  with  us…. Aggie.


Round Barn
Reply from LeaRae Parrill Espe (’67): e Bottineau, ND

The round barn was owned by Pat and Johnnie Myer.  I believe their daughter Holly Myer Wheeler is the current owner.  It has been on the register quite some time.  Pat had the barn redone before she passed away and I am sorry I can’t remember what year that was.


Posting of the Day
Hee Haw Classic.
Grandpa Jones and Tennessee Ernie Ford were True Classics



Blog (604) posted on October 27, 2009

Marie Iverson Staub’s (60) husband, Marvin, passed away.
From Marie: Seattle, WA
Just wanted to let you know my husband Marvin Staub, who you met at the Seattle reunion passed away on October 18th. He had heart problems but you are never prepared for something like that. We were married for 43 years it’s going to be difficult for sometime without him. I will even appreciate your e-mails more now. I know he talked to Bernadette at the reunion and she invited us to come visit and he was thinking about it but it won’t happen now. I am blessed, as I have two great boys and a lot of good friends. It’s just going to take some time.
Marie Staub
Marie, We are so sad to hear of Marvin’s passing. Yes, I remember both of you well from the Seattle reunion on July 24th. I know Bernadette had a nice chat with Marvin too. Being at the reception desk, she spoke more one on one with everyone than I did. You must have been at the same table as Phyllis McKay and her friend Leo. Marvin was sitting next to Leo in this picture.
Marie, It’s tough loosing a loved one. We know this is a really hard time for you. Our condolences are with you. We have not forgotten you. That invitation still stands for you coming over to visit too.
Gary & Bernadette.
PS – Marie is related to the Iverson’s in Bottineau. They are close relatives.
San Haven
From Lois (Bev Morinville’s friend, originally from Rolette, that she met at the Log house in Dunseith): Helena, MT.
Dear Gary,
Please keep up the wonderful news about San Haven from you and your friends’ memories! I read and forward the wonderful written memories to my cousins also! I think we all in that area had someone at the “San” at one time or another during those early years!
Again, I so appreciate the news and hope to read more! Lois Tweten
Reply from Luella Boardman Bjornseth (49): Bottineau, ND.
Gary thanks for keeping on sending the alumni news. It is really interesting reading all the things different ones are remembering of the years past. I wonder if Erling remembers how to play steal stiks? I can rember playing it when I went to the old country school but don’t rember the rules. We used to have lots of running games at recess and everybody got to play. keep up the good work.
Folks, Luella is married to Ralph Bjornseth. Ralph was a mechanic at the International dealership in Bottineau for years. Following his employment there, he and Clem Helgeson teamed up and did ‘on sight’ overhauls all over the country. Those guys were some of the best Diesel mechanics of all times. Ralph’s dad was Jacob Bjornseth. Their home place was 1 3/4 miles west of us up in the hills. Ralph’s sister’s, Gladys and Viola, married, twins, Albert and Alfred Rude. LaVerne Rude, Albert/Gladys boy, is married to Carrole Fauske (66). I have know all these families, well, my entire life. Great folks. Some of you know Virgil Rude too. His folks were Alfred/Viola. Gary
Request from Delmer Fugere, Son of Lois (Hiatt) & Orelle Fugere
Bonney Lake, WA
Hello Gary, I sure enjoy reading the blog. I mentioned the blog to Dale Evans (Mary Petersons Son) He would like to be added to the list. His email isThanks, Delmer Fugere

Dale, With your Dad, Martin (Deceased) having been a brother to Ella (Jim) Metcafle, that would make you a first cousin to Gary Metcalfe and all of his siblings. With your mother being a Peterson, you are first cousins to all the Peterson’s and of coarse Howard and Vida (Peterson) Hiatt’s siblings. That’s a lot of folks, a big percentage of whom are on our distribution list. I know I’ve missed a few too. I found an address listed for you in Algona, WA. Would this be your correct address? Algona I believe is near Renton/Auburn. Gary

Thank you / Reply from Erling Landsverk (44): Portage, WI

Hi Gary and everyone:
Thank you Gary and Lois Fielding, Brenda hoffman and dick Johnson for your kind words. I don’t deserve them, but I will take them. Lois, was Arnold Lilleby your father, I knew him quite well, Dad bought all his gas there as well as other automotive repairs.. When you people make comments about Dunseith on Gary’s Blog, its just like old home week.
Gary, you mentioned my book, well as I have said before, its not fair or right to use this great community get together for any other purpose than to stay connected. Anyone can get in touch with me with a short E Mail and I promise to get back to anyone who is interested. As for myself, I am not any different, (I like to think) than any other North Dakotan. I just do what I need to do, and am proud to be associated with all you folks.
Best wishes to Everyone!
Erling Landsverk


Henry Boppre’s Obituary posted by Neola Kofoid Garbe: Minot & Bottineau, ND.

Ann Boppre Perry’s (72) Reply: Dunseith, ND.



I have been gone so didn’t get this until today.

Yes, Dick, was right. Henry and my Dad were brothers. Now there are
only 2 left out of 11.
Dad and Henry were married to sisters (Ester and Mary James)Dick’s cousins
on the Stretzel (SP) side. Ester died and Dad married MOM, so my sisters
are double cousins to Henry’s children.
My sister, Donna, is married to Walter Weaver, Judy’s brother.


06/01/2017 (2529)

Identify Picture

As I was going thru the Dunseith Alumni Website I notice a photo was photo on the front page—-or title page—Do you have a name to him or anything about his family ?

I am doing research of Dunseith and Bottineau and learning of families there—here is his photo

God’s Blessings

Thank you –Pastor Shepherd

Please Identify this guy


Reply to Stokes Twins
From Marlys Hiatt (’71):  Dunseith, ND

Those precious babies are so beautiful and to be born 100 years after your dad – WOW.

Marlys Hiatt
School Social Worker

Gary’s comment
Sorry Marlys for the late reply. I just noticed I had not yet replied.
Thank you so much for the nice compliment.

Brydon and Bryce Stokes: Born 9/2 and 9/3 2015
Brydon and Bryce


Blog (603) posted on October 26, 2009

Larry Took’s (71) email address: Souris, ND.
From Cheryl Haagenson (71): Dunseith, ND.
Gary will you please add Larry Tooke ( 71) to the distribution his email is
thanks for keeping this up, See you in Feb 2012.
Cheryl Haagenson
Larry, it’s great having you on board. Your family was a big part of Dunseith in my days.
Cheryl, We are so looking forward to seeing you in Feb 2012 on our next Dunseith Alumni Cruise. The Alaska Cruise was so much fun and this one will be even better now that we know the ropes. Gary
Erling Landsverk
Reply from Lois Lilleby Fielding (51): Prescott, AZ
To Erling Landsverk: Thank you for your very descriptive and absorbing story. I wanted it to go on and on! I don’t believe I ever knew Harry Larson, but I wish there were more of his kind today teaching our grandchildren. Lois Lilleby Fielding, Class of 1951
Erling Landsverk
Reply from Brenda Hoffman (68): Greenville, SC
Dear Erling,
I loved your story. Please let us know when your book of short stories is available for purchase.
Erling Landsverk
Reply Dick Johnson (68): Dunseith, ND.
Gary and Friends,First, to Erling Landsverk, very good memory and great story. Although
I never attended a rural school, my dad taught several and I did go with
him on occasion. He always said the kids from a rural school really
learned their lessons because they had the lessons from all eight grades
for all eight years. As the younger ones listened, they learned the
older kids lessons as well. I do remember going to a program when Agnes
Berg was the teacher at one of the rural schools. I think it was
Wetherelt but it could have been Beaver Dam–I was real young, maybe
4-5. They had a bunch of fun things to do for the kids and the parents
and then had a drawing for some door prizes and I won a red slide open
pencil box. I don’t know how many folks younger than me know what a
pencil box was? It was made like a match box but larger. I treasured my
prize as it was the first thing I ever won! Several of the things that
all rural schools always had were a globe, large maps of the world, and
a picture of one of the early presidents–usually Washington–on the
wall. In the back was usually a crockery water cooler with a lid. We
lived in town so I started school in the big old white school building.
I had many good teachers over the years but I always liked Mrs. Conroy
the best. She, too, had a way of making class interesting and had us
looking forward to the next day. She was also strict but almost never
had to do much in the line of discipline because everyone respected her.
There are still people who confuse respect with obedience. Teachers can
demand obedience but they have to earn respect from the kids. I do
remember one time we got a new girl from a boarding school in South
Dakota. When Mrs. Conroy told her to do something, she swore at Mrs.
Conroy—BAD! Mrs. Conroy walked around her desk and grabbed her by the
hair and then picked up a meter stick and took her in the small room
just off the fourth grade room. We heard whack,whack, whack,whack! The
door opened and the girl went back to her desk. Mrs. Conroy came out and
threw the meter stick in the trash can by her desk–in three or four
pieces! We had no problem with the deal. The girl deserved it for saying
what she said to Mrs. Conroy–and I still feel that way!I would
certainly have deserved it if I had said it.We have come full circle now
and can’t understand why kids are unruly and mouthy. We can always give
them some sort of tranquilizing drug to lessen their aggression. Of
course if a teacher spanked a kid now, lawyers would be in the school
the same day filing charges and counselors would be called to help the
kid cope with the trauma. What a mess! Thanks to Erling and Gary!Dick

Folks, for some reason Erling’s story did not get attached as a Word document in yesterday’s message so I have re-attached it with today’s message.
Erling has published a book too. I know that his cousin, Sharon Landsverk Beckman who works as a checker at Jerry’s Jack & Jill in Bottineau, has copies. Other than that, I’m not sure how to get copies. I’m hoping Erling can provide us with that info.
Erling, This was a beautiful story. Many of us are looking forward to reading the short stories you are working on too. You do not let your handicap of being blind prevent you from doing the things you love to do with your writings and music. You are a remarkable guy, one we for sure all look up to. Gary
Prevoulsy posted with message 180 on 08/03/08
Message/Picture from Gary Morgan (54):
Gary & All,
Attached is a snapshot of the entire 1950 football team that my mother took after we had beaten Belcourt in our first game of the season. We had previously thumped Towner in a practice scrimmage so we were on a roll. Back row: Billy Leonard, Marshall Awalt, Clayton McKay, Bob Leonard, Jerry Blake, Don Hiatt & Stephen Renault. Front row: Gary Morgan, Eddie Leonard, Dick Morgan, Jerry Williams, Glen Williams & Don Hosmer. White jersey: Barry Shelver. We only had 12 game uniforms so Barry, being only a lowly 8th grader didn’t get one. However, in the next game, against Leeds, Stephen got his nose broken, a not uncommon occurrence in those days, and was out for the season. This was a good thing for Barry cuz now he got a game uniform. I don’t know why Bill missed the team picture. This was the first football team Dunseith fielded since before the war and we took our lumps. We played Belcourt twice so got two wins but were humiliated by Leeds 60-13 and also beaten by Rolla, Towner and Bisbee twice for a record of 2-5. We were competitive in all but the Leeds game.
The next year, we won our first two games but in the second one, against Rolette, Don Hosmer’s head met Eddie Leonard’s knee and they were both knocked out of action. Since we only had three subs to start with, including 90 lb. Barry Shelver and 75 lb. Gary Woodford, we had to cancel the rest of the season.
Janice is right. Old school friends are special.Gary Morgan
Back row L to R: Billy Leonard, Marshall Awalt, Clayton McKay, Bob Leonard, Jerry Blake,
Don Hiatt & Stephen Renault. White jersey: Barry Shelver
Front row L to R: Gary Morgan, Eddie Leonard, Dick Morgan, Jerry Williams, Glen Williams & Don Hosmer