Moved from Turtle Mountains to WI.
Message from Rebecca Lemke Rude (’74): North Central WI.
Hello Gary ,
I hope your summer has been a pleasant one . Oh yes you are more than likely still enjoying summer time there in the Philippines . Howard and I moved further south too . We moved to Wisconsin this past spring , lol – North central Wi . We’re loving it even though the climate isn’t a great improvement , it is a little better ,and we’re within driving distance of Lake Superior (our little mini ocean) . Wonderful place if you like the outdoors and we do .We Hillbillies fit right in around here . haha . So here is our new email address for now bekkajaz@ many thanks for your perseverance and work in keeping all us Dunseith and hills folks connected through your daily blogs .
Rebecca (Lemke) Rude
Gary’s comment
Rebecca,
You and Howard did move a bit further south, but more east than south. Glad to hear you enjoy the area.
I remember well you and Roberta riding our bus when you lived by the Day School. Our bus made that loop off of Highway 3 around the day school. I remember picking up Peter Gillis too who also lived on that loop. Thanks for this message and email update.
Gary
Four Old Mill and a Bud.docx Story
Posted by Don Malaterre (’72): Sioux Falls, SD
With the recent passing of Mohamed Ali it brings to mind a little episode that happened in the summer of 1972. So I decided to do a little cut and paste from the transcript of my latest book titled “Four Old Mill and a Bud”. The non-fiction book chronicles different episodes of growing up in Dunseith, 50 years ago.
The summer of 72
I had just graduated from high school and was looking to raise a little extra cash for college. As it happens my brother George had inspirations of following our father’s footsteps and becoming a boxer, maybe even trying out for golden gloves. First thing he needed was a trainer. Times being what they were, I decided to take the job. So I set him up on a vigorous workout program. Running, pushups, running, situps and a little more running. After supervising that for a while I decided to get him some sparring partners, so I recruited some of our friends. That didn’t work out to well. In fact I remember Curt Hagel taking one punch and quitting on the spot. Reid Schmitz lasted only one round and quit. So I decided to take a shot at it. I figured I’d be a natural, with our dad being a two time golden glove champion, turned professional, a prizefighter, if you will. My strategy was simple, keep away from his big right hand. Besides I was faster than him. My plan was working pretty well. He couldn’t catch me. Jab, jab, back pedal and back pedal some more. I was actually holding my own. In fact after the first round I was ahead in points. Hell I was kicking his ass. His lip was bleeding and I could tell he was getting frustrated.
Round two started, he walked up to me and BOOM. He caught me with a left hook, I went down and the lights went out. When I finally got up I had two black eyes, one where he hit me and one where I hit the deck. I never put those gloves on again.
Now the time came that he needed a manager. Times being what they were, I decided to take the job. I made a few calls and I got him a fight. As luck would have it, it happened that my friend Bob Brennen was also training and looking for a bout. I called Bob and we went over some fine print and we set a date. Now we needed a promoter. Times being what they were, I decided to take the job. First we needed a venue. I made a few calls and as luck would have it, it happened the Honsey family garage was available. I would collect the gate and they would take the concessions. I promoted the fight as “Buffalo Bob” verses “The Chippewa Kid”. Now I needed a couple of chumps for the under card. So I made a few calls. As luck would have it Curt Burg and Lyle Olson were feuding, so I made them a deal to get in the ring, settle their differences, and make some cash on the side. They jumped at the opportunity.
Now we needed a boxing referee. Times being what they were, I decided to take the job. For the full monte appearance we needed some card girls, you know the ones who walk around the ring between rounds holding up cards with the numbers on it. After several interviews for promotional reasons, I decided to go with some local girls, Dianna Honsey, Ellen Hagen and Dawn Gregory. Everything was in place. The joint was packed to the gills. There was not room for one more person. It was so full there were kids actually sitting up in the rafters. We were about to rake in a small fortune. The pre-fight was on. Curt came out with fire in his eyes. It was clear Lyle was overmatched. I think Curt wanted to make a statement. He pounded Lyle pretty good. I had to call the fight midway through the first round. Poor Lyle, he wanted to put in a good show but only got a couple of lumps on the side of his head to show for himself.
The main event was on. Bob came out with a fury. He was taking the fight to George. It was clear he had better training and had the passion to go with it. Did George take Bob too lightly? Everyone was on their feet. What a fight! Both fighters stood toe to toe and exchanged blow for blow. What did I get myself into now? I didn’t have the experience needed. Luckily I had ingenuity and technique. Basically I bluffed my way through it all. Round one ended. The boys went to their corners, respectively. I wanted to remain neutral so I went over to supervise the girls. We didn’t want them to get their cards mixed up you know. Round two was on and it started right where round one left off. The punches came fast and furious. I was getting settled in my new profession and had it all under control. The place was going wild. Round two ended and the fight was still progressing at an amazing pace. Round three started and Bob was starting to show some fatigue. Bob put up a hell of a fight, but George was out muscling him. The fight was over. George was declared the winner. But everyone agreed it was just a great fight.
I gave the boys their cut and the fans gave them a standing ovation. I went on to college and became an accountant. Bob went on to become a boxing trainer. George went on and spent 20 years in the Marines and did some boxing there. Bob died a few years back. I miss Bob.
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Blog (504) posted on June 27, 2009
Posted on June 27, 2009
Reply to yesterday’s message from Jean Nicholas Miller (66): GLENDALE, AZ
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Gary and Dick, |
Jean, with the picture labeling, I believe this is your mother,
Aggie Nicholas, with Agnes Berg.
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Reply from Ivy Eller Robert (74): Everett, WA
Hi Gary,
When Dick Johnson mentioned a car show at the Peace Gardens with Jack & Bud Anderson, it brought back a memory for me. When Russell Robert & I were first married and we lived in Rolla. We were the janitor & maintenance people for the Rolette County Court house so we lived in the Janitors house that was located in the behind the court house over to the side. ‘Our House’, the Court House, & the Sheriff’s office formed a triangle and in the middle was the parking lot. While living there Russell had the ‘side’ job of checking out all the new firearms that came into the Rolla Hardware, before they were sold to anyone. Bud Anderson owned the store and his brother Jack worked there, as well as their Dad. Since we were very big admirers of Bud’s classic car collection & he know us pretty well, every once in a while on Sunday’s, he would let us take one of his cars out to ride around town in. ‘To clean out the carburetor’, he would say! About that same time, we had found a 1957 Three Door Biquiscane Chevy that didn’t run. It was the “sister” to the Nomad that most everyone is familiar with. OJ Robert, Russell’s Dad, helped us put a different motor in it. WOW, was that fun to drive. Great memories of those cars and getting to drive & ride in them. I don’t think I ever knew exactly how many cars Bud owned! Bud and Jack were wonderful guys. Jack seemed to be more “full of the devil” than Bud, but they were great!
Thanks again for all that you do for all of us Dunseithers. (I don’t think that’s a word, OH well)
Ivy Robert
Ivy, If Dunseithers wasn’t a word, it is now! I just added it to my spell check dictionary. Gary
Reply from Dick Johnson (68): Dunseith, ND
Gary and Friends,
The old white school was the only building up until about 1935, when
the brick classroom, gym, and bathrooms were added. The third addition
was in about 1955-56 and was the new high school. The large room that
was used for the assembly was designed that way, not as a gym. When the
1935 gym became too small for functions, ball games were held in the
City Hall. It was built in 1937 and was used until 1963 when the new gym
was built. As discussed before, the City Hall burned in August, 1968.
There was a brick schoolhouse along Willow Creek, about straight west of
the new high school, that was used before the end of the 1800s. I don’t
know exactly where it was located but people used to find red bricks
scattered in that area. Does anyone know what happened to the red brick
school—demolished, burned, abandoned?? Thanks Gary!
Dick
Dick, I believe this is the same old school in this 1939 Aerial photo of Dunseith. This picture was probably taken prior to 1939 though. The post card this picture was taken from is post marked 1939. Gary
Pictures previously post with message 96 on 5-7-08
Pictures from Cyrstal Fassett Andersen (70):
Here is a picture of the 1953 baseball team that my Uncle Darrel Fassett played on. They drove some fancy cars!! Crystal Fassett Andersen
Picture:
Standing: Don Fassett, Duane Fugere, Guy Knox, Roger Johnson & Virgil Vanory
Seated: Bob Leonard, Jim Footit, Darold Grenier, Lloyd Awalt, Gary Morgan & Darrel Fassett & John Leonard batboy
Here’s another picture of one of my sister Susan’s birthday parties.It is taken in our front yard in Dunseith,across from the creek. It was in August but no year. Crystal Fassett Andersen
Picture:
Back: Pam Fassett, Tobby Dailly, Karen Loeb, Carol Jasper, Susan Fassett, Bill Grimme, Marlene Richard. Evie Gottbreht,
Judy Jo Johnson & Mark Anderson..
Front: Debbie, Randi & Donnie Mongeon
Folks, going through some old pictures I ran across this one taken inside of Salem church in July 2007. Arliss Rude Hagen and her husband Leonard totally restored Salem church, both inside and out, several years ago. They donated a lot of hours of labor and the results are fantastic. All the furnishings are restored original. Salem is open to the public. I believe Glen Rude unlocks the doors daily in the summer. If for some reason it is locked, Glen lives just a very short distance to the east on the south side of the road from the church. He will gladly unlock the doors if they are locked. Salem church is located on Highway 43 about 5 or 6 miles east of Lake Metigoshe. I spent many hours sitting in the Pews of Salem in my growing up days. When visiting the church, take note of the Sunday school attendance roster posted on the wall. My name with a few others of you out there is on that roster.
Gary Stokes inside Salem Chruch – July 2007
Folks, I ran across this picture too. This is my dad’s biological father, Carl Petterson. For those of you that knew my dad, you can sure see the similarities of him in this picture of his father. Of the 6 boys, dad is the one that most resembled their father. Dad was always very close to his biological family. His father, Carl, lived about 5 miles NE of Bottineau in the Foot hills. Three of his sisters married the only 3 Kofoid brothers in the area. I always knew I was related to all the Kofoid’s, but I always had problems figuring out which Kofoid family everyone belonged to. This picture was taken 6 months before Carl’s death in December 1960. He was 82 years old. Gary
Carl Petterson – Bob Stokes’ biological father.
