No Blog yesterday
Folks,
When I got up yesterday morning the computer graphics display on my computer was at the very lowest setting causing very large distorted font on my screen. It was not allowing me to reset things to normal. I went to my back up, Bill Grimme, for advice. He suggested that I reload my drivers of which I did and the problem was solved. Thank god I’ve got Bill in my back pocket for computer problems beyond my knowledge. Yesterday was our bowling day too, so by the time I got things back to normal I ran out of time to get the blog together and sent out.
Gary
Neola Kofoid Garbe is in the Hospital.
Message from Wally Garbe (Husband): Minot, ND
Just home from the hospital. Neola was admitted tonight. She thought she had a kidney stone, but the test did not bare that out. She has had a hernia for some time, but let it go. They believe that is what her problem is now. They have a tube thru her nose into her stomach and I believe pumping her stomach. By morning after the surgeon checks her out, a determination will be made if surgery has to be done or not.
Follow up message posted yesterday from Wally:
Just passing thru home at the moment. This is what I learned now. Dr. Lee was in while I was gone. They will continue to pump everything out of her stomach/small intestine than will take an X-ray to see if the hernia is affecting the colon. She will be there at least until Thursday. She was feeling much better now than when I first got there at noon. I think they did give her some more pain medication and also something for her dry heaves and cough. They were also spraying her throat to numb it to minimize the effects of her tube down her throat.
Will write more later.
This is the update from this afternoon. She was doing pretty well this afternoon, but now she has a fixation on that tube into her stomach. She just can’t get her mind of off it. She just keeps looking at the tube to see if anything is going thru it (which at this point not much) she wanted the nurse to remove it because nothing is being sucked thru it except when she eats a few ice chips. Of course the nurse can’t do that until she gets Doctors order to do so. Her throat is so sore that she can’t swallow. She describes it as the worse sore throat she has ever had. Before I left (10:30) the nurse came in and sprayed her throat (only can do it every six hours) to numb the area. They also gave her Atovan (?) some kind of a relaxing drug. She settled down than and was sleeping in about 10 minutes. The nurse did say that she can get this drug every 2 hours, so hopefully she will ask for it so she can get thru the night, sleeping.
Hopefully she will be able to get the tube out, although I am sure she will have a pretty sore throat for a while to come.
By the way she is not interested in having visitors at this time. So save them for later.
Wally, thank you so much for keeping us posted with Neola’s condition. Tell her we are thinking about her, miss her and wish her a fast recovery. Gary
Johnny Crawford – Reply from his great niece
Jackie Peterson Hanson: St. John, ND
Folks, Jackie’s maternal grandmother, Eva Crawford Hiatt, was a sister to Johnny. As I recall, Johnny peddled his products thru the hills from Highway 3 to Lake Metigoshe. I remember him having what I think were home made go-cart type vehicles, some gasoline powered and others were bicycle type that he pedaled. My mother always purchased his products. She always fixed him a meal too. I remember him often times wearing a really heavy overcoat. Gary
From: jackie hansen
E-mail: jackie.hansen@sendit.nodak.edu
Message:
Thank you for the John Crawford story. His old mandolin is still around. It’s been repaired and my sister, Jan and I are trying to learn to play it. Maybe we will have to try making faces to make the music better.
Erling Landsverk’s posting yesterday – Late 30’s or early 40’s
Johnny Crawford was indeed a garden seed sales person, but he brought along his mandolin which he kept in a flour bag I think. I remember him coming to our home and after choosing some seeds from his selection , Mother invited him to stay for supper. Johnny accepted and after supper he pulled out his mandolin and began to pick a few tunes. My Dad took out his violin and my uncle Al had a banjo, and of course soon the house was alive with all kinds of music. Johnny however, had the habit of making faces as he picked certain notes, and the faster they played the more faces he made. My Uncle faced Johnny and he could not contain himself and broke into laughter untill tears were streaming down his face. Johnny was unaware of why my uncle was laughing and only played faster and louder. fortunately Dad wasn’t paying attention and couldn’t figure out what all the levity was about. at any rate it all ended up well and Johnnyi trooped off into the winter night.
Red Cross Volunteering in the south
Reply frrom Susan Malaterre Johnson (69): Alvarado, TX
Hi Gary and everyone. Here we go again!!! We just had Alabama and now this. Everyone is so tired. I’ m asking for prayers because we are all going to need it. Im on standby which I totally expected. There is some talk about opening some shelters down here. Volunteers are getting harder to find and after a few days of work they get tired so we keep looking for a bit more help. I would never change what I’m doing. After all the Red Cross motto is ALLEVIATE SUFFERING. I’ll will tell you all about the Super Bowl A bit later. One thing I do want everyone to know that the people who got hurt when the snow came down had been told to get away by the Fire Marshal. I know because I was there. Will I ever do that again? Not in this lifetime. Wish us luck. Susan Johnson
Susan, I watch the Evening News with Brian Williams every morning. I can not believe all the destruction that has been done with all the tornados and the Mississippi river flooding. You are to be commended for the work you do to help all those affected. You are an angle. ND has been having it’s share of flooding too with all the rivers over flowing their banks state wide. Gary
Oscar Wenstad – Reply to Erling Landsverk’s posting.
From Deb Wenstad Slyter (72): Dunseith, ND
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Erling, thanks for mentioning Dad’s (Oscar Wenstad) snow plane, my sister that had just passed away has the original propeller from the plane. I often wish I had a picture of it.
Also I went to the Willow Lake country school my first grade, I remember well the old wood stove that would warm up our lunches brought from home, the wall maps, old wooden desks, etc. My teacher was Frank Grable (sp), he and his wife had a small trailer house on the school yard. In the fall all the kids would rake leaves and throw potatoes in the fire for eating later. Mr. Grable had hidden a small gift for all of us in the yard and we have a scavenger hunt. I remember I had gotten a small Indian doll. A couple of years ago I was fortunate to meet up with Mr. Grable and his wife (he must be well into his 80’s) and he remembered my name and almost all the names of the school kids for the year that I went to school. Even though I only went to country school for one year there are so many happy memories from that time.
We didn’t have many toys when we were small so we made due with what we had. Old tires were one of our favorites, we would roll them around and make believe they were our cars, leaves off trees were our money, a person really had to use their imagination! Ante Over, Red Rover, Goose, Goose Who Has The Goose, and other games were played.
Later on my memories go back to helping Dad pick rock in the fields. I and my sister Bobbi would drive the old Allis Chambers with the dump rake to help hay. Mom would be up in the hay stack moving and packing the hay.
In some ways it was a harder life but I believe this instilled a good work ethic for us to grow up with.
Erling keep up with the memories of the past lives in the hills, I find this so interesting to hear about the families that grew up here.
Deb, You are so right about the good work ethics that were instilled in us ND kids with the harder life. When I went west at the age of 19 how very true I found that to be. Because of their work ethics, values and stamina, the ND boys were the cream of the crop for employment in the west. The first job I had in Washington was working on a Christmas tree farm. My ND work ethics, values and stamina most certainly shined compared to a lot of the locals. The same was so true when I loaded Ammunition for several months on ships headed for Vietnam and again when I started my employment at Puget Sound Naval Shipyard in Bremerton. I’ll have to say that those ND values were instilled in me for a life time too. Bernadette’s relatives kids in our area and our helpers kids hide from me if they should ever miss a day of school. They know I will be questioning why they are not in school. If they are sick, my motto, if you are sick, then you better darn well be in bed and not out running around.
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Reply to Erling Landsverk’s latest post
From Dick Johnson (68): Dunseith, ND
Gary and Friends,
Erling’s latest post was sure interesting and his deductive
insight of learning geography from the old one room school maps was
correct, in my opinion. While I didn’t attend a one room school, our
teachers had almost all been one room school teachers just before they
came to us. We had intensive state recognition and location in grade
school. We also had to learn to fill in the states on a blank map of
the U.S. When we got that accomplished, we then learned the capitols of
every state and had to list them from memory. One day not too long
ago, I was talking with a young high school graduate and mentioned that
a guy we both knew was now in New Mexico hauling gravel with his truck.
This young fellow asked me if our friend had to get a special license to
haul in a different country like that? I was absolutely dumbfounded!
Being a history buff also, I mention something about history to many
younger folks and they look at me like I am speaking in a foreign
language. I have to think back a few years ago to a TV show where they
were asking younger people questions about history. They asked a young
gal,–” Who won the Civil War?”– and her carefully worded answer was,
“I think WE did.” Tell me about modern teaching techniques being
advanced over the one room school concept! Maybe these issues aren’t as
important as I think they are? It’s my opinion that we can only avoid
making the same mistakes over again by paying attention to our past.
Einstein said, “Insanity is doing the same thing over and over and
expecting a different result.” Thanks Gary!
Dick
Jokes of the day
Posted by Larry Hackman (66): Bismarck, ND
The fattest knight at King Arthur’s round table was Sir Cumference. He acquired his size from eating too much pi.
I thought I saw an eye doctor on an Alaskan island, but it turned out to be an optical Aleutian.
She was only a whiskey maker, but he loved her still.
A rubber band pistol was confiscated from algebra class, because it was considered a weapon of math disruption.
No matter how much you push the envelope, it’ll still be stationery.
A grenade thrown into kitchen in France results in Linoleum Blownapart.
Two silk worms had a race. They ended up in a tie.
A hole has been found in the nudist camp wall. The police are looking into it.
Time flies like an arrow. Fruit flies like a banana.
Two hats were hanging on a hat rack in the hallway. One hat said to the other: “You stay here; I’ll go on a head.”
I wondered why the baseball kept getting bigger. Then it hit me.
A sign on the lawn at a drug rehab center said: Keep off the Grass.
The midget fortune-teller who escaped from prison was a small medium at large.
