08/02/2011

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Anniversary Congratulations to Alan/Phyllis Campbell and the Espe’s
From Dick Johnson (68): Dunseith, ND.
 
Gary and Friends,

Although I got to congratulate the Espes’ on their anniversaries
at the party at Wayne and Rosemary Smith’s, I want to also congratulate
Alan and Phyllis Campbell on their anniversary. Every good comment I
read about this fine couple is completely true. They really were
involved in every aspect of the community throughout the many years they
lived in Dunseith. Besides congratulations, they should have a great
big thank you from all of us. They deserve it!

Dick

 
 
 
Typing speeds
Reply from Bob Lykins (Teacher): Hutto, TX

Gary,

 

Please add to the blog my condolences to the Danielson family on the passing of Wallace.

 

On a lighter note, I noticed that you credited Dan Danielson with being the fastest typist in his class. As you may recall, in a passed blog, I revealed that I had a couple of my old red grading books from Dunseith HS that I have hung on to over all of these years. I decided to check on your accuracy of recall. I found the old record book deep in the shelves of my personal library stuck between a copy of my old Boy Scout Handbook and Tennyson Selected Poems and Idylls of the King (Ms. Schirer would sudder at my filing system). I could not help but wonder how you could overlook such keyboard speed demons as Susan Fassett, Carol Jasper, Bill Grimme, and Sharon Wheeler just to name a few. However, your memory is a real torch in that, by the end of the school year, Dan did top the class. I will not reveal what his CWPM (correct words per minute) speed tallied out but, let’s just say the resulting year end grade certainly did not hurt his GPA.

 

Bob Lykins

Bob, I carried around a card in my bill fold for many years signed by you that I had typed 52 words per minute with 2 errors. We were using the old Royal manual typewriters too. I know that over the years I have exceed the words per minute, but with a whole lot more errors. With spell check and the back space capabilities with today’s computers, we have become a bit careless with our typing.
 
 
 
Personal reply to Gary
From Dennis Dubois (63): Minneapolis, MN.
Dennis, After reading this over several times, I wanted to share it with the others too. This will his home to a lot of our readers. Gary
 
Gary, thanks for the letter, it’s so nice to talk about the “old days”. I was born in a little shack about 3 miles east of the Day School and 1 1/2 mile into the woods. No real road, just a trail. I went back about 10 years ago and found an older gentleman, who was a neighbor of ours when we kids, and he took us to the exact spot where our little log house sat. The four rocks that they used for cornerstones were still in place. I stepped it off and it was approximately 14×16. It had a center wall and the back room was divided into two rooms for bedrooms. He showed me where my parents bed laid and where the midwife would have knelt during my birth and said “there is where you were born”. A year later we moved another mile deeper into the woods. We lived there for 6 more years. So my first year of school, 6years old, I had to walk 2 1/2 miles to catch the school bus. Don’t think I ever forgot that. Then we moved over on Hwy. 3, about 200 feet from the paved Hwy. Hell, 6 or 7 cars a night would go by and wake the whole family up. It was like living in downtown Mpls. We could stand in the south window and see the school bus coming from a 1/2 mile away. We were in hog heaven. We moved to town in 1959. Gary, I’ve always said, “I moved off the farm in 1959 and never had to “work” another day in my life. God, that was such a fun life. We always lived on a lake, we could swim and play an awful lot. Now that I’ve made a lot of money, I still can’t afford a lakeshore home. How ironic.
Well, Gary I hope that answers your question, quite a story huh? We all have those, don’t we? A lot of my present friends find it hard to believe, but I took my girlfriend back in 2003 and we walked all the way back to my childhood homes, right through the brush, not even a trail now. She sure was impressed, but she knows, fully well, what a happy childhood I had. I had my mom and dad and that means so much to me today. Oh, now I’m getting sentimental. Thanks for hearing me out. I just love to hear other peoples stories, as they are so similar to mine. Thanks for all the info. You and Bernadette have a good day. P.S. This reminds me of being in the service and writing home, I really enjoyed that too. Bye.
 
 
 
 

 

Dave and Char Wurgler’s Granddaughter is “Miss Teen Super Model USA”

 

Posted by Dave Wurgler (64): Rugby, ND

 

 

 

 
 
 
Joke of the day
Posted by Glen Williams (52): Missoula, MT
 

Jacob, age 92, and
Rebecca, age 89, living in Chicago, are all excited about their decision to
get married.

 

 

 

They go for a stroll to discuss the
wedding, and on the way they pass a drugstore.. Jacob suggests they go
in.

Jacob addresses the man behind the
counter:

“Are you the owner?”

The pharmacist answers,
“Yes.”

Jacob: “We’re
about to get married.

 

 

 

Do you sell heart
medication?”

Pharmacist: “Of course, we
do.”

Jacob: “How about medicine for circulation?”

Pharmacist:
“All kinds.”

Jacob: “Medicine for rheumatism?”

Pharmacist:
“Definitely.”

Jacob: “How about suppositories?”

Pharmacist: “You
bet!”

Jacob: “Medicine for memory problems, arthritis and
Alzheimer’s?”

Pharmacist: “Yes, a large variety. The
works.”

Jacob: “What about vitamins, sleeping pills,
Geritol, antidotes for Parkinson’s disease?”

Pharmacist:
“Absolutely.”

 

 

 

Jacob: “Everything
for heartburn and indigestion?”

Pharmacist: “We sure do.”

Jacob:
“You sell wheelchairs and walkers and canes?”

Pharmacist: “All speeds
and sizes.”

Jacob: “Adult diapers?”

Pharmacist:
“Sure.”

Jacob: “We’d like to use this store as our Bridal
Registry.”