Replyfrom Joy Bashara (Teacher): Green Bay, Wisconsin
Gary,
I was a teacher in Dunseith for one year 1974-75. One of the people on the website asked about me, so I responded. I taught English and directed the plays that year.
Joy Bashara
Posted with message 789 on May 4, 2010
Joy Bashara (Teacher)
Question from Diane Fugere (75): Minot, ND.
Gary:
I have a question for the class of ’75. Does anyone remember Ms. Bashara(sp?) or know where she is nowadays?
Diane Fugere
Reply from Diane Fugere (75): Minot, ND.
Gary,
Miss Bashara was our English teacher for a few years. We really liked her. I tried to contact her once via FB using Joy Bashara.
Diane Fugere
Reply from Kathy Casavant Ellingson (74): Bismark, ND
| I remember Joy Bashara, she was a teacher in high school. Very nice lady.
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State Patrolman Bercier Story
From Dave Wurgler (64): Rugby, ND
Gary: Bercier was a fair and honest patrolman but at times could get a little honnery. My story was in the mid to late 80’s when I owened operated my service station and was on the Rugby Fire Dept. and Rescue Squad and one weekend a month for the Rugby Ambulance Squad. We always carrieed pagers clipped to our belts and that weekend I had the fire dept, plus the ambulance pager. At 4:00 p.m. the dispatch ran a test for the pagers so I knew I had both of them at that time. So that Saturday-nite when getting ready to sack out for the evening I was putting my pagers in the chargers and noticed I had lost my pager for the ambulance. I thought back to remember who’s vehicles I had worked on form 4:00 to closing time, which was five vehicles. I called each customer to see if they had found my pager inside their car. Four out of the five said no but the fifth one I could not get in contact until Sunday morn. They had found the pager in their car. They farmed ten miles south and one mile west on hwy #3. I told them I would be right out to get it and said I better hurry cause they were just going out the door to attend church at Balta and they would give me ten minutes to get there. I quickly headed south and a speed in the vicinity of 100 mph. and when I topped the hill Bercier was on the other side heading north. When we met the lights came on and he was pointing to his left for me to pull over. As I pulled over he made a quick flip-flop in the middle of the hwy and pulled in behind me beckoning me with his famous finger to come back to the patrol car. As I was walking back to the car he was pointing to the passenger seat. When I sat in Bercier said–Wurgler!! where on the hell are you going at 97 mph on a Sunday morn? I explained the situation and he started to write the ticket and I explained again and asked him to give me a brake, and he said their will be no break and continued writing and handed me the ticket to sign and be in municapil court Wed. at 1: 00 and have your check book ready cause it’s gonna cost $180.00 plus 10 points on my liscense and no BREAKS!!!! So on WED. I walked across the street to court which was across the street from my station and walked into the court room and it was completely dark and no one their. I flicked on the lights and sat down grabbed a magazine and waited until 2:00 and no one showed so I left backover to the station and called the Judge. I asked him if he was comming to court that day and he said no cause he has court on Tues. not on Wed. I told him I was suppose to appear before him today and he asked why. I explained the ticket Bercier had given me for speeding and be there on Wed. So I asked him what should I do and he told me to rip the ticket and don’t worry about it cause the wrong date on the ticket will not stand up in court. I begged Bercier for a break and he gave it to me knowing I was wrong but made me sweat it out for two weeks before I found out. Like I said Bercier was a fair and could be honnery patrolman, but that day he was doing his job and he did bend although he wouldn’t have had to. I was always thankful for what he did for me and he was a good customer of mine with his personel vehicles and Patrol car and nothing was ever mentioned by him or myself about the incident and he knew what he did and he wanted to teach me a lesson. Dave Wurgler(64) P.S. Allen Richard, lets hear your stories. By the way Allen, G.M. is still top dog!!!! LOL.
Anthony Story #9
Posted by Vickie Metcalfe (70): Bottineau, ND
Gary and Friends.
Anthony Story #9
“Annie”
As a child, I looked at Annie A. Anthony as a fascinating woman!
Other women put on smartly starched and finely pressed dresses to go visiting. Annie a tall woman, cut a trim, lithe figure with long sleeved cotton shirts tucked into manly suit trousers with the cuffs turned up. Sometimes the trousers were pinstriped, other times plain. Even though she had the Anthony smell, she always looked “neat as a pin.”
Annie’s porcelain skin was make-up free. T’was not at all, like those equally fascinating “Sunday -Go- to -Church” _ladies who smelled all powdery, wore blots of red rouge on their cheek bones, purplish tinted hair and furry, quite dead animals with beady eyes thrown around the neck collar of their coats.
No , her thick, dark, shiny, chestnut, brown hair was worn in two beautiful braids plaited around her head. The rich chestnut colour never dulled or got white. I know she didn’t dye it! Cause_, as a kid I’d get really close and unobtrusively have a long, long look while refilling her coffee cup. And I, continued sneak peeking, ever so often, as the years spiraled by. Sometimes I’d venture another look and see a stray silver strand peeking through, as her head began to tremble, shook she became more and more shaky and frail .
As I recall, Annie A. Anthony. I believe the actress that could have best portrayed her would have been Kate Hepburn. Do you all remember the movie “On Golden Pond”?
Annie and Ward were pretty much isolated in the winter. Ah! Whilst days grew longer, crows greeting caws, new born calves and lambs arriving, the rivlets running down the hills, Dad would say to Mom, “I’m going invite Annie and Ward for Easter dinner.” Mom would always reply, “You be sure to tell Ward to bathe before they come.”
If there was snow,Ward had a snow mobile or Dad would go get them on his ski-doo, or his four wheel drive if the Anthony road was too muddy for their car..
And we girls would whine , “AW, Da_-_ad_d! But our Dad did not relent, he always was firm with his wishes. So, that was the way Easter was at the Cliff and Lottie Metcalfe farm for many, many years. A feast was prepared and the table set with mom’s best tablecloth, and the honored guests were always Annie and Ward. And we girls would help mom serve and gather up dishes to do while the elders visited. And, in parting mom would send leftovers and Annie was always a most complimentary guest.
The repeating Easter lesson every year became a lesson in respect for the dignity of those less fortunate. And now, my brothers and I at Easter find one or another mentioning their names and how we are getting the lonesomes for them, especially during Easter dinner.
Anna A Anthony: B. 01/31/1888 D. 10/27/1972 Age 84
from, Metcalfe Family Tales, Vickie Metcalfe SPRING!! 2011
Texas Story
From Dick Johnson (68): Dunseith, ND
Gary and Friends,
Don Aird’s comments about Yankees in Texas brought to mind a story
about my brother-in-law Greg Knutson. He taught school and coached in
Maddock, ND for a few years and the kids really like him and nicknamed
him ‘Mr. K.’ He was OK with the nickname and when he bought a new red
Corvette, he also got personalized license plates the read ‘Mr. K’. He
left teaching and ND and took a job in Dallas, TX with an industrial
firm. He really liked Texas and his job, but he told me that the Civil
War is actually not over yet. He was driving down the interstate
traveling at the same speed as all the traffic and a HP came up along
side him and pulled him out of the pack. He said the patrolman came up
to the car and said, “You might be somebody where you come from, Mr. K,
but down here you ain’t s–t. Do you understand me, Mr. K?” He wrote
Greg up for speeding, with a smirk on his face. Greg eventually sold the
car as it happened again and he said a red Corvette with personalized
plates from ND is a absolute target for the Texas cops. He bought a
white Ford pickup and had Texas plates and no more problems. Thanks Gary!
Dick
Postings from Neola Kofoid Garbe: Bottineau & Minot, ND
