Jerry Pladson, age 57 of Fargo formerly Dunseith, died on Saturday, May 14, 2011 near Mapleton, ND. Funeral services will be held on Saturday May 21, 2011 at 10:00 A.M. in the Grace Lutheran Brethren Church in Bottineau. Burial will be at Rendahl Cemetery of rural Dunseith. Visitation will be Friday beginning at 10:00 A.M. until 9:00 P.M. in the Nero Funeral Home in Bottineau.

Jerry Pladson, a son of Eldon and Ella Pladson, was born in Bottineau on February 17, 1954. Jerry attended school in Beaver Dam, Loon Lake #1 and Dunseith. He later felt a great accomplishment in finishing his GED in Fargo.

Jerry worked as a farm laborer, custodian at the Westhope Nursing Home, a welder in Michigan, ND, on the oil rigs in Williston and again as a welder in Grafton. On June 29, 1979 he was married to Cindy Berg at Bisbee, ND. They had two children, Melissa and Brent. This marriage later ended. On April 20, 2007 he married Susan Shannon at Grafton. He retired because of ill health.

Jerry took great pride in raising Brent and Melissa and later enjoyed playing with his grandchildren. Jerry’s enjoyed playing pinochle, fishing, listening to music and collecting coins.

He is survived by his wife Susan Pladson, children Brent (Lisa) Pladson of Mandan, and Melissa (Jesse) Hanson, of Mapleton; stepson Justin (Kali) Shannon of Wahpeton; step-daughters Terry Price of Grand Forks and Kim Hanson of Hoople, ND; grandchildren, Bryston, Silas, Alex, Kassandra, Nikka, Peyton, Adriana and Jamari; brothers and sisters, Florence Simes, Dunseith; Floyd (Pat) Pladson, Bottineau; Keith (Alice) Pladson, Virginia; Fern (Roger) Beaver, Devils Lake; Victor Pladson, Dunseith; Daniel (Robin) Pladson, Belfield; Tina (John) Bullinger, Bottineau; and Linda (Billy) Ash, Idaho;

He was preceded in death by his parents Eldon and Ella Pladson and two brothers, Clarence and David Pladson.

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My Prayers are with Bernadette and you Gary, None of these surgery’s are pleasant. My Kid Brother Bryan had it done twice. but the MS added more troubles, slowly dragging him down. Good luck and God Bless.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Larry, I just checked and I did cut off your story with the previous posting of which I did not catch. I am so sorry about that. This is a good Story too. Thank you so much for sharing. Gary

Henry tried everything to save his stepdaughter, Thelma (1924-1937).He took her to doctor after doctor and tried everything they had to offer to save her.He even went to see an Indian Medicine Man who lived near Belcourt, ND.Henry had, had a previous encounter with this man and knew that he could cure certain ailments.

Henry always smoked a pipe, one with a stem that curved down about three inches from his mouth and held the pipe bowl, directly out from his chin.I suppose the idea was to keep the smoke away from your eyes.The down side of this type of pipe was that heat travels up, and the hot stem and the smoke eventually caused a sore to develop on his lip.The sore on his lip would not go away.He went to doctor after doctor and they would give him different salves and ointments to try but, nothing worked.Henry had heard of this Indian Medicine Man that lived over by Belcourt, ND.Henry’s lip was not getting better, and he was sure it was cancer.He decided to go over to Belcourt and see this Medicine Man and to see what and if the man could do anything for him.Henry went to the house and was invited in and too sit down at the table.He told the Medicine Man his problem and showed him the sore.The Medicine Man left the house and did not return for a couple of hours.Henry sat at the table patiently waiting.The woman of the house was busy making something on the wood stove.Finally she set the pot of stew on the table, and also setting a plate in front of Henry, invited him to eat.He said it smelled delicious and took the ladle to place some stew into his plate.She watched him as he placed the stew into his plate and invited him to dig deep into the kettle.She said, “Dig deep, nice fat puppy on bottom”.Henry said the stew was good but he didn’t eat as much as he would have liked too.The Medicine Man eventually returned to the house with a paste he had made from plants and leaves and ????, that he said he had gathered from the woods.Henry used the paste on the sore on his lip and the sore healed. Henry was impressed with this man and always said that if he had been smart enough at the time, he and this Medicine Man, both could of became rich.Henry was sure, that he had cancer on his lip, and that this Medicine Man had cured it with a paste, that he had made up from materials, he had gathered from the Turtle Mountains, of North Dakota.

So, when the doctors and medicines they prescribed did not do any good to help Thelma.Henry became desperate.He once again drove to Belcourt to see the Indian Medicine Man.The Indian Medicine man told him that she must eat of the heart and liver of a dog.Henry returned home and told his wife Myrtle what the Medicine Man had said, and what he had to do.Henry had a large farm dog at the time that he loved, but nothing can overcome the love, a father has for his daughter.Henry and Myrtle made the liver and the heart of the dog as suggested by the Medicine Man and fed it to their daughter, Thelma.Thelma died from tuberculosis in the year of 1937.

In 1960 Henry Hackman (class of 65) while staying up in the Hills with Henry Dietrich saw this hide hanging on the wall inside the garage.Henry H. asked Henry Dietrich about the hide.Henry Dietrich told Henry the story about his daughter and how he had to kill the farm dog.That he also loved the dog, and so he skinned the dog and tanned the hide to keep as a reminder of the love that they and the dog all had for each other and what they had to go through to try and save Thelma.The name on her grave marker at Riverside cemetery is Thelma Dietrich.

Henry Dietrich’s lip cancer never did return.Henry Also changed the type of pipe he smoked.He smoked from a pipe that had a silver vented stem and a filter.The vented stem allowed the smoke to cool as it traveled the length of the stem and the filter prevented particles from the tobacco from entering his mouth.The pipe also had a straight stem that held the bowl directly out in front of his mouth.This type of pipe, due to the weight of the pipe and bowl, made the smoker hold the pipe in ones hand rather than just hold it in ones mouth, as your jaw would soon get tired.The pipe with the stem that curved down you could leave in your mouth longer, due to the redistributing of the weight, which left your hands free to do other things.Probably why Henry had started smoking this type pipe in the first place and in turn caused the sore on his lip.

For your information:

The Tuberculosis virus is being used to save lives. Recently a friend of ours was diagnosed with bladder cancer.They removed the cancer from her bladder, and now doctors are injecting, Tuberculosis Virus into the bladder to prevent cancer from recurring.Isn’t that amazing?

Comment:

Henry Dietrich could really cook.He made the best chicken and dumplings, I ever ate.I remember when we would all sit down to eat and started to load up our plates.He would say, “Dig deep, nice fat puppy on bottom”. Then we would all chuckle as we enjoyed the chicken and dumplings.

Larry

 

 

 

 

Gary-thought I would forward this link to you. Since you have a lot of car enthusiasts reading the blog, I thought they might genjoy it. Jim and David both took the test. Jim did much better than David! Cheri Evans (74) http://www.americantorque.com/game/car-show-50s/ Cheri, I am not much of car buff, but this one I knew. I got them all right. Every car model back in those days had a different design each year that most folks back then knew. It was just common knowledge and something we just knew. Thank you so much for sharing. Gary

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

You have been sent this article from Vickie Metcalfe
An article about a band that may interest Dunseith alumni, from Fargo Forum.

San Haven Chuckle serious about its music
Robert Morast – 05/19/2011

 

The San Haven Chuckle is no joke. This is a point worth making because it’s easy to forget the Fargo-Moorhead band’s not a comic group. Like when talking to the band members who riff like comedians on every topic in the conversation, or when you hear the band’s stage names like “The Thickness” or “Eddie”; or watching YouTube videos of the Chuckle playing gigs dressed as characters from the “Super Mario Bros.” videogame. Then there’s the name itself, which suggests laughing. Factor in the band’s routine of joking with the crowd between songs and you can see why the San Haven Chuckle can be misunderstood. “At many of the clubs we play, people will come up to us and say, ‘That’s a great act, a comedy rock show,’ ” says Eddie, the band’s vocalist. It’s a bit ironic because the Chuckle, which is playing the final FM’s Finest concert this Saturday at The Monkey Bar, plays moody, almost introspective rock music with four-part harmonies that’s, often, anything but humorous. “We take the music serious. But this is our opportunity to be kids,” Eddie says. “I don’t want to be one of those rock bands that takes itself too seriously.” That’s part of the reason why, earlier this spring, when FM’s Finest asked local music fans to vote for the bands that should be part of the concert series co-presented by The Forum and Jade Presents, the Chuckle didn’t even know it received the most votes. In fact, the members of the Chuckle say they weren’t aware of the voting process until they were contacted to schedule a date for FM’s Finest. “It did come as some surprise, but at the same time … our fans are great fans,” Eddie says. “They’re loyal. We have people who come out just to do the worm.” Another joke? Or does the band actually attract people who show up just to do that wriggly dance move? It’s hard to tell as the members seem to joke about everything from their criminal records (supposedly the reason they moved here from Jamestown) to why they’re in a band (they’re able to get drunk on the job). One thing that isn’t a joke is the band’s name, which is a reference to a tuberculosis ward in Dunseith, N.D. As Bud, the band’s guitarist, tells the story, people in the TB ward would bring levity to their situation by calling their coughs San Haven chuckles. Kind of dark, but kind of funny. Kind of like the San Haven Chuckle