Reply form Sandy Lopez (’64): email@example.com Rockford IL
I am glad to read that you are staying busy, but not too busy to still stay in touch with everyone. Thank you again for ALL that you have done and all the relationships that you continue to preserve and nourish.
Thank you so much Sandy for this nice posting. From my day, we all remember well, you and the rest of the Cuban students that attended Dunseith Schools. As I remember, your families had fled Cuba. Your fathers were Doctors at San Haven. You were all very bright students and excelled well in life too. As I remember you were a year or two younger then the rest of your Dunseith High School class mates of 1964. This was all 50 plus years ago too. Thank you so much for staying in touch too. It’s always great hearing from you.
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Reply: Question from Harlyn Oppeboen (’51): Colorado Springs, CO
Gary I now live in Tucson, AZ
Questions From Last posting on August 10, 2021
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Question from Harlyn Oppeboen (’51): Tucson, AZ
I worked in the Dunseith bakery in 1946 I was 13 years old. I think the baker was Alan Berg, I don’t really remember. but he taught me how to drive his 1935 ford so I could deliver bread to a little store a few miles south of Dunseith on the Rugby road. I don’t remember the name of the store Can you help me.
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- Reply form Dennis Dubois (’64): Minneapolis, MN
I wonder if the little store on the Rugby road was ”Yellow Corners”?
2. Reply from Toni Morninville (68) Farimount, ND
Was it Yellow Corners?
3. Reply from Jeff Cote: Dunseith, ND.
Answer for Harlyn? Not sure if this is the one you meant but in the late 60’s there was a Boucher that had a store and gas pumps at the crossroads of #66 and #3. I believe it was called “Yellow corners”, as all the buildings were yellow.
4. Reply from Mary Ann Gottbreht Brennan (58) firstname.lastname@example.org Dunseith, ND
Maybe Yellow corners:
South of Dunseith on the Rugby road. I don’t remember the name of the store Can you help me.
Christmas in Dunseith 50 years ago.
Memories from Don Malaterre (’72): Sioux Falls, SD
When I worked for Standard and Poors in Denver I became close friends with my boss who was born and grew up in New York City. We became very close and he would share stories about events and sights he visited all around New York. He always finished his recollections by asking me what it was like to grow up in Dunseith, North Dakota? I told him Dunseith was the greatest small town in America. I said we didn’t have Time Square, or the Statue of Liberty or Central Park to hang out at. But we did have Dales, the Bakery and the Drive Inn. When my out of town friends would come to town on weekends we would get together with the in town gang, play a pickup game and afterwards head to the drive-in and drink a whole quart of pop. That was heaven for me. We never had to worry about riots or traffic jams or getting mugged on the subway. At Christmas time the city of Dunseith would decorate the streets and Christmas was in the air. Peter and Viola Mellmer who owned and operated The Dakota Hotel would set up a P.A. system on the street corner and blast Christmas Carols all the way down main street. I had to reiterate to my boss about a little incident that happened in 1972, fifty years ago. It was late in the afternoon when my classmate Jim Mellmer and I were watching football on TV at the hotel. We were the only ones around so we decided to listen to some of Jim’s older sister Connie’s records. We decided to play some top hits like Joy to the World by Three Dog Night. You know the cult song that starts with Jeremiah was a bullfrog was a good friend of mine, I never understood a single word he said but I helped him drink his wine. And Bad Moon Rising by Creedence Clearwater Revival. A catchy tune. It was also a cult song that warned of impending doom and was a reflection of the late 1960’s confusion and frustration. After a while we decided to walk down the alley to the bakery and have a Bismarck. When we got to the bakery someone walked in the front door and said “Joy to the world” and “Bad Moon Rising ” was playing all the way down main street. We didn’t realize it but we had interceded the Christmas carols with the cult tunes. We ran out the front door of the bakery and were sprinting up main street to the hotel when the song stopped playing and the Christmas carols came back on. I told Jim that I had to go home for supper. I left poor Jim to “Face the Music” by himself. (Pun intended).
Posted by Neola Kofoid Garbe: Minot, ND
November 09, 1947 – August 15, 2021
Gary Wenstad, age 73 of Dunseith, passed away on Sunday, August 15, 2021 at a Minot hospital. His funeral will be held on Thursday, August 19, 2021 at 2:00 pm at the Nero Funeral Home in Bottineau. Visitation will be Wednesday from 5:00 pm until 7:00pm at the Nero Funeral Home in Bottineau.
Gary Wenstad, the son of Arnold and Arlene (Christianson) Wenstad, was born on November 9, 1947 at Bottineau. He grew up on a farm north of Dunseith and attended school in Dunseith. On October 18, 1974 he married Karen House in Rolla. They made their home on the family farm where they have lived and farmed since.
Gary enjoyed hunting and fishing. He also loved spending time visiting with family and friends. He adored his grandkids and great grandkids and his best friend, Ruger his dog.
He is survived by his wife, Karen of Dunseith; daughter, Brandi (Mark) Pedie of Bottineau; step-son, Frank (Georgie) Rodman of Dunseith; step-daughter, Antoinette (Stacy) Zuther of Minot; 9 grandchildren; 18 great-grandchildren and one sister, Karen Prouty of Baldwin City, KS.
He was preceded in death by his parents, Arnold and Arlene Wenstad.
Arrangements were with Nero Funeral Home in Bottineau. Friends may sign the online register book at www.nerofuneralhome.net.
Gary Stokes Comments
I was saddened to this notice of Gary’s Passing. His Family lived about 5 miles south of us in the Turtle Mountains. As a child in my Growing up days, I often saw Gary and his sister Karen too, at different community events and social gatherings. I learned to know Gary quite well and of course Karen too. Gary and I were the same age. He attended Willow Lake Country School and I Attend Ackworth.
We extent our condolences to Karen and his immediate Family. He will be missed.