Folks for your info, to this very moment this month we have an average of 78.25 visitors per day visiting our Website. Last months average was about 50 folks per day. I post each days blog on our Website. Our daily email distribution is about 650. You folks with all you contributions have made this a success. We are now into year four doing this.
I plan on being around for another 35 plus years, but if I should kick the bucket anytime between now and then, Dick Johnson and Bill Grimme have access to all my files.
Gary
Kelvin Base Ball Team Pictures Identified by Netty Hiatt Peterson
Posted by Jackie Peterson Hansen (Nettie’s Daughter): St. John, ND
Nettie Peterson has Annie Anthony’s old scrapbook in which she found the picture of the Cubs baseball team. According to Mrs. Peder Carlson, who submitted the picture to the Dunseith Journal the players were front L to R: Jim Anthony, Jean DeMers, Burt Took, Vilt(no first name), George Voltz, John Voltz, Frank Knox. Back row L to R: George Brill, Joe Sipe, Herman Voltz, another Voltz and Lude Peterson.
Nettie asked me to get this message to you.
Back row L to R: George Brill, Joe Sipe, Herman Voltz, another Voltz and Lude Peterson.
Front L to R: Jim Anthony, Jean DeMers, Burt Took, Vilt(no first name), George Voltz, John Voltz, Frank Knox.
Replies to the Omemme Bowlers Picture Posted by Neola:
Reply from Neola Kofoid Garbe: Minot & Bottineau, ND
Hi Gary,
Except for the first man, all the men have been identified. I’m expecting the first man to be identified soon. You were right about one of the fellows being Larett Foster. Next is Melvin Boettcher, Marvin Harrison, and Marvin Biberdorf.
When I get all the names, I’ll add them to the picture/send it to you, again. If no one else wants the picture, Irma Foster Radliff (Larett’s sister) would like to have the picture for her niece. Marvin Biberdorf is Irma’s brother-in-law. He was married to Irma’s sister, Alwyn Foster. Time does go on. I’m quite sure it was Marvin who spent his last years walking up/down the halls of Good Samaritan, not really knowing what was going on. Sad.
I’m experiencing some of the symptoms I had with the new cancer pill, even though I’m back on the old one. Dr. Swenson said to quite taking either pill for two weeks and see how I feel. What I really dislike is my lack of interest in doing anything, even the computer. 
This too shall pass. 
Neola
Neola, With the replies below, The first guy has been identified as Bob Meyer. The last guy was the one in question of whom you have identified as Marvin Biberdorf. Neola, we nailed another one. This is fun, keep them coming. Gary
Doreen Larson Moran’s message to Jim/Mary Meyers
From Doreen Larson Moran (Bottineau 61): Hazelton, ND & Usk, WA.
Jim and Mary – See the picture of the bowlers. If they are Omemmee you probably know them. I was wondering if the “Bob” is your father? Gary Stokes grew up in Dunseith then spent most of his working career in the Bremerton area of WA state. He now lives in Philippines but has been doing a great job with getting the Dunseith folks connected . If you can answer his questions re: the names he would appreciate that – as would the other readers of his column. Thanks. Doreen
Jim/Mary Meyers Reply
The first person is my dad Bob Meyer, second is larret Foster, Melvin Boettcher, Mickey Harrison, the last I know but can’t put a name with him.
Mary & Jim
Reply from Dick Johnson (68): Dunseith, ND
Gary and Friends,
I would like to take a guess at the names of the bowlers. L-R Bob _____?, Larrette Foster, Mel Boettcher, Mickey Harrison, and Marvin Wolfe. This is a guess. I kind of remember Mickey Harrison from the lake in the ’50s and I think it’s him. He used to race boats with my dad. My grandparents bought a ’61 Ford car from him. Thanks Gary!
Dick
Dick, You got 3 out of 5. That’s great for taking a stab in the dark.
L to R: Bob Meyer, Larett Foster, Mel Boettcher, Mickey Harrison & Marvin Biberdorf
Anthony family Story – Part Four
From Vickie Metcalfe (70): Bottineau, ND
Anthony Story part 4
“6th sense”
There are experts who say our senses can trigger a memory. I know they are right, I use most all of my senses when recalling. Sometimes it’s comes with the sound of a musical melody that conjures up a person. Other times, it’s the soft brush of the gentle breeze on your face as it paints the rustles through poplar trees.
Oft times it’s a smell.
Through the course of my life, and day to day events, I recall from the depths of feeling, times long past. A childlike deep clarity, overwhelming fondness, the sensing of warmth and loyalty my dad had of his friends of childhood and youth.
Once there were three Anthony’s, Jim, Annie and Ward.
In recalling early days of my toddler hood and visits in the summertime to the Anthony home. We’d drive east to the Smith mailbox then south with the windows down and wide open. Off the gravel ridge the car went further south on a dirt track, no ditches, just a dusty trail. The smell of clover, meadows and slough hay. The bright sunny warmth of the air blowing through the windows and rustling through the trees. Dad would stop frequently and open the various gates, get in , off we’d go with the clutch smoothly out, bumpity, bump over the waft of an occasional cow pie.
It seemed part of the road went through a lake, as I stood on my tippy toes, hanging on to the seat behind dad, I worried; perhaps he did not see the water up ahead, he was busy visiting with our mother. Fearful. But my dad seemed confident and sure as he drove through on that magical trail, the waters lapping at our car.
Finally we’d be there. We girls, Nancy and I quietly listened and ate a cookie, while Dad and Mom visited sipped a cup of coffee with Mr. and Mrs. Anthony, and their boy, who was called “Wardy Allen”by his mother . We children, were instructed to call them Mr. and Mrs. Anthony and Ward. I believed their ages were timeless. We all know in the mind of a child, “child’s time” moves very slow.
Mr. Anthony must be very old, as he had white hair and I somehow knew he was a long ago neighbor of my Metcalfe grandparents. I wasn’t so sure of Mrs. Anthony, although her hair of deep brown was fashioned braided tightly around her face and her skin, was flawless.
Then, there was Ward, who would be called “different looking”. But we shan’t stare. He had this big, big bump protruding on the back of his neck, and longish black hair. He rolled his pant legs up, the rolled cigarettes he smoked he flicked ashes into the cuffs. And, he had a goofy he-hee giggle.
And? And they all had their own smell. The Anthony smell.
Later,in my uppity, brash childish youth I questioned my father Why? he liked those “stinky people”. He quietly responded with “A person never forgets how people treat you as a child.” He said, “Annie Anthony always treated me well.” Then said, “When I was a ragged, fatherless, boy, riding horse through the hills and woods, looking for a strayed cattle, many times I’d ride by the Anthony farmstead, Annie Anthony would call out my name, bring out a glass of cold milk and a warm cookie”.
A father’s lesson: The power of non -judgmental acceptance of those who are different. And, the mighty strength of something so simple, as kindness to a child.
ANTHONY,RAE C 07/21/1888 North Dakota 11/03/1959 71 Years
Anna A Anthony: B. 01/31/1888 D. 10/27/1972 Age 84
Ward Alleln Anthony: B. 10/23/1913 D. 04/16/81 Age 67
Family Tales, Vickie Metcalfe Winter 2011
Posted by Neola Kofoid Garbe: Minot & Bottineau, ND
