Albert J. Johnson (DHS ’70)
Johnson, Albert J. Age 63 of Minneapolis, formerly of Dunseith, ND. Went home to the Father on January 1, 2016. Well known motorcycle professional and racer, master of all things mechanical, avid outdoorsman, eagle scout, amazing dad and teacher. Preceded in death by his mother Velma, father, sister and brother. Survived by children: Matthew, Marshall, Kelsey, brother Joe, sister Linda. Celebration of Life Service 5:30PM Saturday, January 16, 2016, visitation 1 hour prior. Washburn McReavy Davies Chapel, 2301 Dupont Avenue S., Mpls, MN 55405. Memorials preferred to The Hope Lodge – American Cancer Society, or The Pillars Hospice – Health East. Washburn-McReavy.com Washburn McReavy Albin Chapel Eden Prairie (952) 914-9410
So sorry to hear of Albert’s passing. With the email messages we exchanged I found him to be a really decent nice man. He fought a long hard battle with this cancer too. At one point I thought they had it arrested. He will be missed. Our condolences are with his entire family. Gary
Happy Anniversary to Allen and Susan Richard
From Ginger LaRocque Poitra (’65): Belcourt, ND
Allen and Susan,
Happy Anniversary! I wish you many more wonderful years.
Ginger (LaRocque)Poitra Class of 65′
Yvette Belgarde
Born: October 08, 1965
Died: December 30, 2015
YVETTE BELGARDE
Yvette Belgarde, age 50 of Dunseith, died Wednesday, December 30, 2015 in a Minot hospital. Her funeral will be held on Tuesday, January 5, 2016 at 10:00 A.M. in the St. Michael’s of The Archangel Catholic Church in Dunseith. A wake will start on Monday at 4:00 P.M. at the Eagle Heart Cultural Center in Dunseith.
Yvette was born on October 8th, 1965 to Steve F. Belgarde and Delores M. (Roussin) Belgarde in Belcourt, North Dakota. She graduated from Dunseith High School and attended college and graduated from United Tribes Technical College with a Health Administration and Injury Prevention Degree. She was employed with St. Michael the Archangel Church, the Bureau of Indian Affairs-Aberdeen, and St. Alexius Hospital in Bismarck as a Director of Telemedicine. She was a member of St. Michael the Archangel Church.
Pall bearers included her nephews: Braden Allery; (god child) Dalton Kopecky; Davin Depoe; Davalance Depoe; Sharlo Davis; and Jake Marion who she had a special place in her heart for. Honorary Pall Bearers were Hunter Karlson; Ryder Belgarde, and Parker Belgarde, (nephews) and her brothers Stuart B. Belgarde, Lance M. Belgarde, and Shawn S. Belgarde. Gift bearers were cousins Debra Wilson Schieffer and Mark Wilson. The rosary was led by Alvin and Ella McLeod. She was carried by Steve Leonards’ beautiful team and wagon.
Yvette is survived by her two daughters, Nashay Bercier of Bismarck, Deete Belgarde, (Kyle Mathiason), son Dontae Maloney and her very special granddaughter Malani Mathiason. Sisters Patti Belgarde (Wayne Cornelius) Oneida Wi., Sandra Belgarde Karlson (Neil Karlson), Surprise, AZ-Mandan, N.D., Wanda Belgarde, Fort Yates, N.D., Michelle Kurle (Casey Kurle), Mercer, N.D., Elaine Gunville, Grand Forks, N.D., Stuart Belgarde (Teresa-Cha Cha ), Lance Belgarde (Kim), Horace, N.D. and Shawn Belgarde (Brenda Martell) and her special mother who she loved dearly Delores Belgarde. Uncles Louis Roussin, Clifford Belgarde, Aunts Gladys Azure, Mabel Roussin, and Theresa Heath of Patossi, Mo.
Yvette enjoyed watching the cooking channel and cooking, riding horse as a child, and visiting family and friends. She was very witty, fun loving and enjoyed dancing. She will be greatly missed and was loved very much. She was preceded in death by her father Steve F. Belgarde, niece Natasha Depoe, paternal grandma, Elsina Belgarde, grandfather Frank Belgarde, and maternal grandma Clemence (Jerome) Roussin, and Louis B. Roussin.
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From Vickie Metcalfe (’70): Bottineau, ND
Gary and Friends of Dunseith,
At the end of the old year, I am always filled with sweet memories of my parents, Charlotte and Cliff. The following is based on their memories shared with me. How blessed I was! Happy New Year.
Ice House and Ice Cream
I remember the days before my parents owned a freezer. The only freezer at the farm had, was the top of an old Frigidaire that came with the house when they bought it in the winter of ‘51. With heavy frost buildup, my mother would spend one of the first warm summer days defrosting that freezer. Later it became another designated ‘CHORE’ for one of her girls.
I do not recall the days of ‘ice houses’. People who lived close to a lake harvested lake ice, using a horse and sled, hauled huge ice blocks to a cool storage area built into the ground, perhaps in the shady side of a hill, dugout or the ground. The bottom of the icehouse would be graveled and covered with wood poles. This allowed the melting water to not muddy the ground.
During winter’s cold, blocks of ice would be stacked on the wood, then layered with sawdust or straw. The icehouse would be packed with the blocks of ice then topped with a roof and straw.
Whence cometh, hot summer days, ice was a valuable commodity.
Mom told me my Grandma Lamb was known for two major things in the Carpenter neighborhood;
- Sylvia Wicks Lamb had a prolific garden. Vegetables, soft fruits and flowers. People would drive North to her home to gather sweet smelling blooms. I recall while in grade four, Mrs. Florence Conroy telling me about my grandmother Sylvia’s wonderful garden.
#2. My mom said her grandmother, Elizabeth Welch Wicks a local midwife, was a wonderful cook and her ‘pop’ Bob Lamb cooked the best flapjacks and biscuits. Her mother, Sylvia would rather be outside, tending her livestock, or in her garden than in the kitchen cooking. However, Sylvia enjoyed making ice cream. Sweet cream, sugar, and many flavor varieties. Vanilla, Chocolate, Strawberry, Raspberry, Juneberry, Ah, How she loved experimenting!
My mother recalled the hot of summer Sundays, when the wood handled crank ice cream tool was brought out and made ready.
Come Sunday morning, Sylvia Wicks Lamb began preparing various ice cream mixes. Ice would be fetched from the icehouse. By afternoon, neighbors, friends, and relatives would gather in the Lamb yard on old gravel road #43 East.
Games of horseshoe and tag would commence. Sylvia filled the little cylinder tank with her creation. Strong boys with muscles took turns. Some one would add a bit of rock salt to the ice. Visiting, laughter and anticipation filled the air
Finally with a C”MON GET IT!!!!
Ice Cream was finally ready!
Summer’s hot breath was quenched under shady trees with cool licks of the cold, sweet, heavenly, icy creation.
Until Later,
Vickie Metcalfe
Shelver’s Drug Store
Reply from Ginger LaRocque Poitra (’65): Belcourt, ND
Speaking of Shelver Drug Store. I have a couple stories to tell of our very important druggist.
I am sure many of you know he was also our doctor.
There was one time when my brother Garry and I were being babysat by our Aunt Alice LaRocque, we were very young and not of age to go to school. Aunt Alice was washing clothes in a gas powered washing machine. Aunt Alice sat us by the washing machine so she could watch us I expect. I remember (there aren’t many things I remember when I was young but I remember this) getting off a bench she had us sitting on. We went to the living room got our coat/jacket and we’re helping each other put our coat/jacket on, we were told we were laying on the floor, out ! sleeping!
I woke up in my Aunt’s arms and she was running to our house or grandma LaRocque’s house. While my brother was with Uncle Jerome, so we were told.
Our mother was working and came home.
Glen Shelver was also called to come and check us out. He stayed until he knew we were fine.
Mom said when she got home Garry was walking back and forth with his hands in his pockets. I was in the house lying on the bed still sleeping.
Another time, Mom was working, I am unsure about dad or what time of year is was so if he was working on the railroad and it was winter then he was home. I was in our house cutting a slice of bread, and lo and behold! I cut off the tip of my finger on my left hand.
Glen Shelver was called again, he had to have put the tip back on because I still have it. There is a scar , not numb. Mr Shelver did great!
He was great, to come and take care of us in our time of need. I don’t know if any of my other siblings ever needed his care but he sure did good for my brother and I.
Hope you all have a Happy New Year
Ginger (LaRocque) Poitra Class of 65′
Joke of the day
Posted by Larry Hackman (’66): Bismarck, ND
Three older ladies are discussing their problems with aging. The first one says, “Sometimes I find myself holding a loaf of bread in the kitchen and I can’t remember if I was putting it away, or, about to make a sandwich.” The second one says, “Sometimes I find myself on the stair landing and can’t remember if I was going up or down.” The third one says, “Well, so far my memory is perfect — knock on wood.” She raps her knuckles on the wooden table and then says, “Wait here while I go answer the door.”
A bus driver for a retirement home has a busload of seniors. They’re taking a day trip to the seaside. About 20 minutes into the journey, an elderly lady walks up to him and says, “I’ve just been molested!” He thinks she’s senile and tells her to go back to her seat. Ten minutes later, another old lady has the same complaint. He thinks something in their coffee must’ve made these ladies delusional and tells her to sit down, too. Another ten minutes go by, and a third lady tells him the same complaint. He decides to stop the bus and investigate.
He goes to the back of the bus and finds an old man on his hands and knees. He asks, “What the hell are you doing?” The old man answers, “I’m looking for my
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