As Minot resident (probably, former resident) formerly residing a half block from the river, I’m now homeless. It’s OK, though. Several thousand folks are in much worse shape than me. I’m off to Detroit Lakes area to spend the summer at my son’s place, along with my dog, Norman. Don Conroy
So so sad Don. We are so feeling for you in this helpless situation you are in with the pending flooding of our house. Being a half block from the river is not good under the current circumstances.
Thank you so much for taking the time in this current crisis to reply to us with the information about the photo. Now that we know it is not your parents in this photo, we can concentrate on others that we think thes folks may be. Hopefully Jeff Cote (Posting below) can shed some light on this photo.Hang in there Don and please keep us posted.Gary
Jeff, It’s great hearing from you. With a personal message I forwarded that Barn dance photo to you. Hopefully you and your mother Barbara can shed some light on who is in this photo. It is my pleasure to add you to our distribution. With your Cote and Hiatt genes, you have many relatives among our viewers.Thank you Larry Liere for forwarding our blog to Jeff.Gary
In regard to the picture of the 1953 baseball team, it’s incredible how much the person sitting between Lloyd Awalt and Darrell Fassett looks like me but actually it is Dick’s Uncle Cliff Johnson. In 1953 I was still playing legion baseball for Harold Larson.
Keep up the good work and best regards
Gary Morgan
The old baseball team had one correction. It’s Cliff Johnson instead of Gary Morgan in the front row. I checked with Gary and he said it was Cliff and not him. He didn’t play with these guys and Uncle Cliff said he did.
Dick
Did we ever decide it that was Rene or Kenny in this picture? Gary
The guys were all at a deer camp. No one wanted to room with Bob, because he snored so badly.. They decided it wasn’t fair to make one of them stay with him the whole time, so they voted to take turns.
The first guy slept with Bob and comes to breakfast the next morning with his hair a mess and his eyes all bloodshot. They said, “Man, what happened to you? He said, “Bob snored so loudly, I just sat up and watched him all night.”
The next night it was a different guy’s turn. In the morning, same thing, hair all standing up, eyes all bloodshot. They said, “Man, what happened to you? You look awful! He said, ‘Man, that Bob shakes the roof with his snoring. I watched him all night.”
The third night was Fred’s turn. Fred was a tanned, older cowboy, a man’s man. The next morning he came to breakfast bright-eyed and bushy -tailed. “Good morning!” he said. They couldn’t believe it.. They said, “Man, what happened?”
He said, “Well, we got ready for bed. I went and tucked Bob into bed, patted him on the butt, and kissed him good night. Bob sat up and watched me all night.”