Peterson Reunion
From: Jackie Peterson Hansen
Phone: 701-550-9903
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The Peterson family tree came up at the perfect time. There is a gathering of Petersons being held this summer on July 30 and 31. Most of the communication is being done through Facebook. We don’t have much of an agenda yet, only that we will meet on Saturday night at Midway (between Dunseith and Bottineau) and then picnic and play in the water at Lake Upsilon on Sunday. We want to include as many descendants of Anders Peterson as possible.
Jackie Hansen and Jan Hurley
Posted by Neola Kofoid Garbe: Minot & Bottineau, ND
Obituary
John F Allard
(Died April 9, 2011)
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John Allard, age 93 of Bottineau, died Saturday at a Bottineau nursing home. Funeral will be held on Wednesday at 10:00 am at the St. Mark’s Catholic Church in Bottineau. Visitation will be Tuesday from 10:00 am until 9:00 pm with a prayer service at 7:00 pm all at the Nero Funeral Home in Bottineau. Burial will be at St. Louis Catholic Cemetery in Dunseith.
John Allard, a son of Bert and Lilly (Lord) Allard, was born on August 9, 1917 at Dunseith. In April of 1941, he married Olivine Cote at Willow City. He entered the US Army on November 16, 1942 and served in Europe until receiving his Honorable Discharge on October 9, 1945. Olivine passed away on February 20, 2009.
He is survived by 3 daughters, Betty (Ron) Heinz of Overly, Carol Buxbaum of Sidney, MT, and Mary (Laurel) Hiatt of Bottineau; 4 sons, Kenny (Nancy) Allard, Fessenden, ND, Larry (Dawn) Allard, Dunseith, Clayton (Diane) Allard of Bottineau and Duaine Allard of Willow City; son-in-law, Don Henes of Mohall; 26 grandchildren; 70 great grandchildren: 2 great-great grandchildren and numerous nieces and nephews.
(Nero Funeral Home – Bottineau)
Betty, Carol, Mary, Kenny, Larry, Clayton and Duaine; Our condolences are with you the loss of your dad. Not long ago you lost your mother and now your dad. Gary
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Reply from Mel Kuhn (70): St. John, ND
Howdy Gary,
I have to make a comment about Trish’s limber photo. I found myself in that same position 3-4 days ago after a slip on the ice. After about 2 hours in the E.R. they managed to get most everything pointing back the way it should. I just so happened that my wife caught a picture of this and took it to the newspaper. She entered it in the most interesting falls for the winter of 2010-2011. In the non-alcohol related category of course. It turns out I only scored an 8. I was beat out by a Polish couple that slipped in a hurry to get to the little house with the moon on the door after a big meal of Kielbasa and Kraut. They scored 9 and 10. I didn’t think it was fair because nobody wanted to get close enough to take a good picture.
In other related news-The Rolette County Historical Society Picking and a Grinning Music Festival is this Saturday April 16th. in St. John. I’m told that we are gonna be having some music by the Dakota Rose Band, The Lund Family and Highway 43 and by many more locals. Maybe we can check into serving some of dat Kielbasa and Kraut. It’ll only cost you 5 bucks to get in the door and a few bucks for some grub and boy the old lady will really love you for dat. See you there.
Mel
Horse Stories
From Mary Eurich Knutson (62): Dunseith, ND
HI
Tonight I’ve been going thru and rereading blogs, again. I’m always
amazed at the articles submitted. Either these people have exceptional
writing talents or the English teachers in Dunseith were exceptional. I
suspect it’s a combination of the two. I really enjoyed their horse
stories. I guess we were living in the end of an era when horses were a
necessity on the farm and most everybody had at least one team of horses
and possibly a riding horse or two. Dad was one of the few who were
reluctant to give up his horses but it got to where you couldn’t find
hired help, let alone hired help who could drive a team. The last year
he thrashed probably had a half dozen men if that, on the threshing
crew. I remember Ma taking a huge dish pan heaped with sandwiches and a
huge pot of coffee to the field for afternoon lunch. There were so many
people stopping to watch the threshing and she always offered lunch to
anybody who happened to be in the field at the time.
Dad thought a lot of his horses and he curried and brushed his team
every morning before harnessing them and every evening as soon as he
unharnessed them. He didn’t like dead heads so his horses were pretty
high spirited and very well trained and he enjoyed them. I remember him
singing and the horses dancing. One particular incident came to mind
after reading Wesley Schneiders remembrance of haying on the Schmitz
place. Dad also hayed that place for a few years. It was on that place
that I had my first driving experience, if you can call it that. I think
I was about 12 years old and I never did fit on the mower like I should
have, or on any other machinery for that matter. I didn’t know how to
drive but I could keep the lines up off the ground and lift the sickle
bar if I had to. One good thing about the team was that when they knew
something was wrong they’d just stop – dead – and they wouldn’t go again
until they knew everything was ok. On this particular day we were mowing
along and the sickle jammed and the horses stopped. I wasn’t expecting
anything like that and I flew foreward off my seat and plowed headfirst
into the backend of “Bess”. She never even flinched. I landed hanging
onto a harness strap with one leg inside the tug but at least I was on
my feet. I managed to get back on the mower and lifted the sickle bar
and backed the team up, which released the jam ( I had seen Dad do
that). We finished the day with no further incidents. I never did tell
him what had happened that day. His instructions to me that day before
I started out had been to just let the horses go cause they know what
they’re doing, you just keep the lines even and keep them up so the
don’t tangle into anything.
I should add and incident with Grandpa that maybe a few others can
relate to also. He had purchased his first and only tractor, an A John
Deere, we always called it his popping Johnny, and I remember him
coming into the yard one day and when he topped the hill he started
hollering whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa you s#$%^&. He finallly remembered to
pull the clutch back and didn’t run into anything. Those were the days.
Mary
Marie Hanson Lafromboise Graber.
Picture posted by Neola Kofoid Garbe: Minot & Bottineau, ND
Marie was married to Ed Hanson and lived east of Rendahl on the south side of the road. Donna Moldenhauer (66) from Bottineau is one of her daughters. Donna has worked at Thompson’s drug store for a number of years now. Gary
Marie Hanson Lafromboise Graber.
