Posted by Neola Kofoid Garbe: Bottineau & Minot, ND
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Robert Brennan
Died February 2, 2011
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Robert “Bob” Brennan, age 59 of Dunseith, died Wednesday at his home. Funeral mass will be held on Tuesday at 2:00 pm at the St. Michael the Archangel Catholic Church in Dunseith. Wake service will be on Monday starting at 4:00 pm with a scriptual prayer service at 8:00 pm at the Church. (Nero Funeral Home – Bottineau)
Condolences to Bobby Brennans family
Reply to Peggy Wurgler’s pictures
From Paula Fassett (71): North Branch, MN
Hi all…..
I share in Marlys’ sadness over the news of Bobby Brennan’s death. He was a friend and a classmate. He always had a big hello AND a story to tell. My thoughts and prayers are with Bobby and his family…..
Thanks for sharing those photos, Peggy! I don’t remember the one with the bubble – guess that’s just one of my many hidden talents…… The one of you and Art is SO cute – it looks like a photo from an ‘old’ calendar (sorry for the old reference!!!)……
Paula Fassett
Gracie (Art) Rude
Horse Story
John and Hazel Hiatt
From Rod Hiatt (69): Bottineau, ND
I haven’t written in a while, so I thought I would ramble on a couple of different subjects.
My son, Jason, does snow removal in the Bismarck area and he went and cleaned a driveway and corral for a lady, He calls me and tells what he done and went on about how nice and totally awesome this lady was. As we talked and he kept on about this great lady, he asked me if I knew her, as it was Gracie Rude(Art’s wife)
Of course I said yes and told him that she was a very good customer of mine when I had the Western Store. Small world and one never knows who you might run into.
I could tell hundreds of horse stories, some from personnel experience and many from stories I had heard from Dad and Granddad
When we lived in Dunseith, north end of town, Myron Evans had a hay field right across the street to the north. Well my Dad had been out on the road buying horses and he came home with a black and white 13 hand pony that he had bought for me. I am guessing that I was around 10, but anyway there was no way that my Mother was going to let me get on this new horse without her first trying him out. So Mom bailed on Spraky(already named him) kicked him in the ribs and she headed out across the field like she had come out of the starting gates and the Kentucky Derby. of course back then the woman wore dresses and Moms blew up over her face and she couldn’t see, she was hollering, Joyce Evans was standing on their steps hollering at my Dad to stop that *%$&&%^* horse, well old Sparky circled around the haystack at the north east end of the field and headed back to the trailer on a dead run. He came sliding to a stop my Mom got off and never again did she decide to make sure a new horse was safe for her little boy Roddy again.
Last of all, Vickie made the comment that Granddad and Hazel were like Roy Rogers and Dale Evans, well being a grandson I feel that its ok for me to say, that my Granddad was a very knowledgeable man in the horse business and well respected with anything to do with livestock, but he would have never been wearing a white hat like Roy and the rest of the good guys, Anyone that dealt with Granddad better had made sure that their pencil was sharp or they were going to come out on the bottom end of the deal. And for Hazel, us kids thought the world of her and she treated us just great, but I think I could probably see more Calamity Jane in her than I ever could see Dale Evans.
Reply to Peggy Wurgler’s pictures
From Marlys Hiatt (71): Dunseith, ND
Great pictures Peggy – I was also a classmate of yours and remember the
7th and 8th grade well, especially those socks all the girls wore. In
2001 I returned to DHS as the school social worker. There are quite a few
alumni working here now.
Marlys Hiatt
Crystal Cafe memories
From Shirley LaRocque Wendt (59): Tukwila, WA
Goodmorning I too worked at the crystal , I started out washing early on then onto
waiting tables until I went away to school. I remember Father Woolf very well my mother
Madeline LaRocque she also worked her way up to cooking for years she worked there. I remember Saturday nights the Canadians would come down to go to the bars as the women could’nt go into the bars in Canada, so we were really busy.
Reply to the mystery photo posted yesterday
From Dick Johnson (68):
Gary and Friends,
I couldn’t really put 2 and 2 together on the horse and rider until I recognized the back of the store buildings behind him. It’s Hosmers and across to the right is the top of the Dakota Hotel. That means it was taken on the south side of John Awalt’s new house on the east side of town so my guess is Lloyd or Marshall Awalt. One question though. Lloyd said his dad built the house in ’41 so are you sure the picture was in ’38? Now if the guy BROUGHT the picture in to Karen at the Spectrum, it’s got to be Lloyd. Texaco hat, sleeves rolled up, pants rolled up, it’s Lloyd! Thanks Gary!
Dick
