Condolences to the Gottbreht family
From Allen Richard (65): Midland, MI
I’m still stunned. To the family–please accept my heart felt sorrow. I’m one of the few members of the Class of ’65 who spent a lot of years around Dunseith — 43 of my 64 actually. Ernie was always there, with a greeting and a comment. Hard to imagine being in Dunseith this summer — hopefully, and not seeing him somewhere.
Allen
To Trish Larson (73)
From Sharon Longie Dana (73): MIssoula MT
I love hearing about your travels. Glad you are living your dream. That in it self is awesome !!!
I just wanted to add many years ago I owned a 3 year old gelding and his favorite treat was a rootbeer popsicle…….crazy !! Good luck !!
Sharon Longie Dana (73)
Email address change
For Bill Grimme (65): Birmingham, AL
Harvey Johnson Memories – Reply to Dick Johnson (68):
From Larry Hackman (66): Bismarck, ND
Dick
Your Will Rogers Forward #8 reminded me of a story that Orphela Robert would tell, about your cousin, Harvey Johnson (Red Rooster) when he worked for them, on their farm, east of Dunseith. Orphela said that they had fixed up this cook car for Harvey to stay in, while he was there working on the farm, and had parked the cook car in kind of a sheltered area across the farm yard from the house near the corral fence south of the barn to give him some privacy and to keep the structure from being hit directly by that pesky North Dakota wind out of the northwest. Orphela said he would go out of the house door and yell for Harvey to get up and to come in for breakfast every morning. They would keep an eye on the door of the cook car and they would see Harvey come out, he would let his mother know and she would drop the eggs into the frying pan for his breakfast. But, instead of coming directly in, Harvey would go around the corner of the cook car and disappear out behind it. He would then come to the house for breakfast. Mrs. Robert would then complain to Orphela that he had told her to soon, and that Harvey’s eggs were going to be cold, by the time he sat down to eat them. Orphela said, that they were going through the same routine every morning. Orphela said, that he would yell. Harvey would come out, then go behind the cook car. Orphela said he didn’t know exactly what Harvey was doing behind the cook car every morning, but he had a pretty good idea. So, while Harvey was out of the yard working one day. Orphela, connected up the electric wire that was included in the the wire corral fence around the barn yard. The next morning, Orphela said, he went out the front door of the house as usual, and yelled for Harvey to get up and to come in for breakfast as usual. He stood inside the front door of the house and waited where Harvey couldn’t see him. Harvey came out from the cook car as usual, and disappeared behind it as usual. Orphela said he opened the house door a crack and waited. He was not disappointed. He said there was a hell of a yelp, and a lot of cursing. Orphela said , he slowly closed the house door and went in, and sat at the kitchen table, all the while trying to keep from busting a gut, and too stop laughing, before Harvey came and sat down. He said Harvey came in, went through his usual routine of cleaning up and sat down, and never said a word about the incident. But, Orphela said he noticed that Harvey walked a little different then he had before, he walked a little more like a cowboy. He didn’t say anything about his voice changing, but it probably did. He said, that his face was red, but then Harvey always did have , red hair and a red complexion. However, everything was probably a little redder after the experience he just experienced.
Larry
