Email address change
For Betty Hackman Schmidt (68):) Mesa, AZ
First I’d like to thank you, Gary, for all you do.
I really enjoy reading all the news from everyone from good ole’ North Dakota.
It will always be HOME.
I have a new e-mail address-so please up-date, I do not want to miss any newletters.
Thanks,
Betty Hackman-Schmidt Class of 1968
Anthony Family Memories
From Floyd Dion (45): Dunseith, ND
Gary
Vickie Metcalfe talks about the Anthonys and her dad as he was always teasing someone.
I remember in the 1930s when my brother and I went to the Oaks school, it was south of the Seim farm, it must have been in October or November as there was snow deep snow on the ground, We lived on the place where Ed Walter lives now . We were walking home from school and as we left the road to cut across the pasture, we were about 1/4 mile from the road and we could hear this hollering, we stopped and he kept on , finally he he got down from the hayrack full of hay and started to run after us, talk about a couple of scared kids, we never stopped running until we got home.A few years later Clifford asked us if we knew who chased us, so we finally knew who it was and he had a good laugh.
And the Anthonys , In 1944, I went to Seattle and worked in the shipyards and I stayed with my uncle Alphie Dion , Jim Anthony, and Louis Bergan. Jim & Louis worked the graveyard shift and Alphie and I worked the day shift, so we kept the only be warm.
Ward I knew very well.
Floyd
Anthony family Story – Part Six
From Vickie Metcalfe (70): Bottineau, ND
The Anthony’s #6
” Fond Farewell”
Years, like gentle snow flakes passing, fall quietly, one by one. Sometimes, with the thawing of the winter snows, memories seem to melt together, pass us by running and move toward the rapids into the vast expansive grey sea of the human mind. In sharing with Wayne and Rosemary, Smith,I found that happened, with recollecting the year Jim Anthony’s community friends bade him farewell.
It seemed, dad made special efforts, especially in winter months to check on the Anthony’s. The routine came to be; Every Sunday after morning milking. Dad pitched the hay to the livestock. He’d pitch another hayrack of full hay for the next day. Then, he’d head south with the team to the Anthony’s, while mom sewed on her pedal sewing machine and we girls, read and passed another quiet afternoon.
One cold winter Sunday, Dad came home from his visit to the Anthony’s, earlier than usual. He put the team in the barn. He came in the house quite serious murmuring to mom. Dad was worried about his old friend after this Sunday trek. He’d, somehow contacted and convinced a doctor from Rolette to drive his motor vehicle up to our farm.
When the doctor. arrived, Dad had the harnessed Prince and Corky, the grey/white team to the hayrack. My father and the doctor were both well bundled for the subzero temperatures. Watching from my frosty peephole in the window pane, I watched as they left the yard in a hayrack filled with hay. White breaths of vapor steamed from mouths of human and beast alike.
I don’t recall county maintenance ever opening the Anthony road. I knew they were going on the magical Anthony Road, over the winter trail. Miles south, past the Smith farm, through sloughs, meadows, around hills, lakes, and a coulee, the miles for the doctor to give medical attention to Mr. Anthony.
They arrived back to our farm late as the dusk descended and darkness hovered near. Horses were unharnessed, put away, the doctor left and Dad went to milk the cows.
On Dr.Cook’s advice, the next day, the township snow plow (I wonder if it wasn’t George Gregory?) cleaned a road to the Anthony farm with Dad following behind.
Then, in an old red jeep. Dad left well bundled, to take his old friend on a ride from the Anthony farm to Rolette hospital in a bed made by our mother in the back of the red jeep.
ANTHONY, RAE CORBIN aka “JIM” 07/21/1888 – 11/03/1959
M etcalfe Family Tales, Vickie Metcalfe, Winter 2011
Reply from Dick Johnson (68): Dunseith, ND
Gary and Friends,
Vickie’s story of her dad teasing her about sending her home with Ward Anthony, really sends home how young kids are affected by that type of teasing. When I was about 6 or 7 years old, a bunch of us neighborhood kids were playing in our yard. It was rough housing amongst boys as boys do and Natalie Kalk walked across the street and wanted to join in with the wrestling and other stuff we were doing. I told her she wouldn’t like it and may even get hurt but she insisted and tried to wrestle with me. I was getting pretty good from wrestling with bigger kids like Don Egbert and Marvin Kalk. Natalie tried to jump in the play and I just did an easy flip and she hit the ground. She got up crying and headed home. That’s when Don Egbert said, “Oh, Oh. Your in trouble now. When her dad gets home, he will come over here and you will probably have to go to jail.” I said, “They wouldn’t put me in jail for that, would they?” Don said, “Oh yes they will. You will have to go to jail.” That evening I was scared to death that I was going to go to jail for sure. That evening I looked out my bedroom window and here came Dan Kalk walking toward our house! My heart started to pound and I couldn’t breath. He knocked on the door and I nearly passed out! The one and only reason he had come over was to give my mom something for the bank but I thought it might be a death sentence for me. He walked home and I went to take the heat. I asked her what he said? She said it was just some business for the bank. I nearly collapsed! A lot of times older people have no idea what teasing like that can do to a young mind and don’t understand the lasting impact. The reason I can remember it so well is because of how traumatic this simple teasing was. Thanks Gary!
Dick
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