06/19/2011

Round Barn – Vivian (Urbain) Berube Cote’s comments
Posted by Angela Berube Malget (65): Minneapolis, MN
 
Hi Gary and All,

I spoke with my Aunt Vivian Cote yesterday and she verified that the
barn was built in 1946-47. My father, Lawrence Berube would have
purchased the barn in around late 1949 or 1950 as she said my father
owned the barn when she and Uncle Urbain were married in June of 1950.
Uncle Urbain designed it and he and my Grandfather, Alfred Cote, built
it together. I saw Murl Hill’s posting of the ticket date of the first
dance (wow!). So, as you say, the dates seem to fit.

I also asked her if she and her children could tell us the details about
the airplane my Uncle build in their basement. She said it probably
wouldn’t be for a couple weeks or so, so hopefully she will get that to
you before long. She is having knee replacement surgery next week I
believe so she said she would get to it as soon as she could.

Thanks Gary,

Angela Berube Malget

 
Thank you Angela. We wish Vivian the best with her knee replacement.
I understand they can be painful. Gary
 
 
 
Fathers Day – Memories
From Vickie Metcalfe (70): Bottineau, ND
 
Gary and friends,
I’m thinking tonight of Fathers Day.

When reading NPR ( National Public Radio) on line just a wee bit ago,
there was a Fathers Days section asking people to share remembrances
of songs or music was a favorite of their “Dad’s” for Fathers Day.

My dad in his later years…(He passed away to soon at age 61)
especially loved to sing; Amazing Grace, “I Once Was Blind, NOW I
see”, & “I saw the Light”.

My Dad loved all kinds of Scottish dittys which he learned from his
father.
He liked various hymns and square dance calls, which he learned from
his mother, Rose . But they most often gave him the blues.

He’d sing “Roamin in the Gloamin”, by Sir Harry Lauder, and for my
mom, “I’ll Give You a Daisy a Day Dear…”.
As a child, I remember him singing in a Dunseith Community Christmas
concert trio with ?Don Hosmer .

He’d often sing made up crazy songs for his kids.

My Dad was also my dance teacher.
With a great sense of timing, he enjoyed old time dancing, two steps,
waltzs, foxtrots and jigging/clogging.

The last time I danced with him, it was to the Tommy Belgarde Band
with Jimmy LaRoque fiddling.

Happy Father’s DAY everyone.! I hope you each have happy musical
memories of your Dad too.
Vickie

 
 
 
Bob Stokes Santa posting
From Neolo Kofoid Garbe: Minot & Bottineau, ND
 
Neola,
 
This is a good ‘Fathers Day’ remembrance for my dad. For dad, Material things
were secondary to his love and friendships with people. He was a people person thru and thru.
He so loved playing Santa for all those years in Bottineau. Visiting the folks in the Hospitals,
and the senior homes was the highlight of his duties playing Santa. Going to these places was
his idea. It was not a requirement of the job. This article mentions dad having a good gift of gab.
That he most certainly had with so many stories, some fiction, some true. We miss him dearly.
At the age of nearly 85 in August 2000, he pasted on. Contraire to the norm, his memory and
mind became better and better the older he got. He forgot pretty much nothing.
 
Thank you Neola for sharing,
 
Gary
 
 

 
 
 
 
 
Square Dance lady – Reply to Dick Johnson (68)
From Larry Nagel (Teacher): Shields, ND

Dick, I don't know for sure--but it sure looks like Florence Conroy.--I remember her telling me that they square danced. Larry Nagel

Larry, This may very well be Mrs. Conroy. For me this lady very much resembles Maxine Hiatt too

and the guy Willie Hiatt.In the group photo, these two folks are in separate circles/squares.

I am not a square dancer, so I do not know the moves, so this may be Mrs. Conroy.

 
 
Joke of the day
posted by Dick Johnson (68): Dunseith, ND
 
Gary and Friends,

Here’s an old one but it’s a classic. A doctor calls a guy and
tells him he has some bad news and some worse news. The guy asks what
the bad news is? The doctor says that the test results came back and
showed the guy only has about 24 hours to live. The poor guy asks what
could possibly be worse than that? The doctor says, “I tried to get in
touch with you all day yesterday.”

Dick