Reply to Vickie Metcalfe (70):
From Susan Brew Roussin (59): Rolla, ND
I can understand where Vickie M. . is coming from. I often went through the list of my daughters names, Dawn, Debbie, Marie, then added you know who you are if they had committed some misdeamor. Thanks for all the news and photos Gary.
Reply from LeaRae Parrill Espe (67): Bottineau, ND
Gary, The Brian Evans who bagged the bighorn sheep is an employee for Homeland Security at the Dunseith Port. He hails for St. Louis, MO and as far I know is not related to the Dunseith family.
Reply from Dick Johnson (68): Dunseith, ND
Gary,
I think Brian Evans, who was pictured with the bighorn sheep, is a customs agent at the Dunseith port. In a conversation I had with him a couple years ago, he told me he was living on Lyle Zeiler’s farmstead a mile and a half west of the Peace Garden. He seemed like a friendly sort of guy. He did the paperwork on a tractor I bought in Saskatchewan and imported. I guess they are all called Homeland Security agents now.
Dick
Brian Evans:
Reply from Vickie Metcalfe (70): Bottineau, ND
Gary, Neola’s photo from the paper with the name,Evans “sporting a
big horn” is NOT originally from Dunseith, nor related to any local
Evans from around the area. A few years after 9 1-1- he moved to
Bottineau, then closer to he Peace Gardens @ address Dunsetih and
works for the govt. V.
Rita Baker Langer photo
Provided by Neola Kofoid Garbe: Bottineau & Minot, ND
Reply to Gary Stokes
From Rita Baker Langer: \Belcourt, ND
Yes Gary you can post the photo and this little history
I was born and raised in Belcourt, graduated from High School in
Belcourt in 1956.I joined the Benedictine Convent in Belcourt and was a nun for 9 years, I left the Convent in 1965 and joined “Vista” , (domestic peace corp for 2 years. I then went to Dallas Texas for a year, trainedto be a Practical Nurse.Although I had my nurses training in Texas, the picture was taken in Bottineau. Worked in Belcourt for 2 years and then in Anchorage Alaska for 4 years.Had a son born while in Alaska.Returned to Belcourt in 75, worked for the church , the Bureau of Indian Affairs and the Indian Health Service hospital in Belcourt.While working at the BIA, I met and then married my husband, Joseph Richard Langer.I have been playing the guitar since I was 8 years old, played in bands for 35 years and sang with my brother “Henry Soc Baker”until his death in 2005.Since then I have played music with many other people.I have done music with Dick and Brenda Johnson, Jerry Olson to name a few and this past year I have been playing the bass guitar with a band from Canada.In 2006 my husband added a room onto our house, took up a course in “Studio Recording Arts” at the Community College here in Belcourt, and built our own recording Studio.He he has recorded 3 CD’s and is working on another.So far our CDs feature me doing all the different instruments and all the harmony vocals with no outside help.
Rita
Rita, this is a gorgeous picture. You have such an interesting life history too. Thank you so much for sharing.
Question, how did you meet Neola? She has mentioned you several times and she is the one that added you to our distribution. Gary
Gary and Friends,
Allen’s mention of ‘115 MPH on 1948 tire technology’ made me remember a couple tire deals from the early days. Dad had a set of wide whitewall BF Goodrich ‘Lifesavers’ on one of his Cadillacs. When he replaced them, two weren’t in too bad a shape so I put them on my old Plymouth. My car had tubes in the tires and these were tubeless. I just stuck my tubes inside and pumped them up. The ‘Lifesaver’ deal was unknown technology to me. What they had done was to put some kind of sticky glue inside the tire that was supposed to seal the tire in the event of a puncture. The tires rolled along for quite a while and then one day I got a flat. I took the tire and wheel up to the Standard and asked Darrel Getzlaff, who was running the place at that time, if he would patch my tire. I came back a couple hours later and he was standing over the tire pulling out small bits of my innertube that was stuck to the sealer. He was hot and sweaty and was looking at me over his glasses asking me something like, “What the ____ kind of _____ is this you got in here.” It probably wasn’t the right kind of thing to do at such a time, but I just busted out laughing at the sight of poor Darrel. The tires were old and not worth the effort so I just paid him something for trying and took the junk home. A while later I was walking past Gambles and Art Henning was just putting some new tires in his front window. I looked at the price and thought I could afford two. Believe it or not, the price was $8 and some cents each. They were bi-ply 6.00 X 16 inch and I still had my old rims from my older tires. I couldn’t believe I had new front tires on the old Plymouth for less than $20. Too good to be true. That’s the problem. They were made by a company called ‘Crest’ and were so soft of a compound that they left black marks every time I went around a corner. We used to LIKE to leave black tracks on corners, but with the back tires not the front! I bet I didn’t get more than a few hundred miles and they were bald. Crest should have stuck with making tooth paste! As far as that’s concerned, I probably did get $20. worth of use out of them. Thanks Gary!
Dick
This is the old car that I put the tires on. About 1964-65
