Solution to pictures not showing in email messages
From Gerri Metcalfe Munro (59): Fargo, ND
Jan Kester, I’ve had the same problem with little red x’s and pictures not showing in messages. If I forward to myself they will come up—if I send to myself I can then open and the pictures are there.
Geri Munro
Norris Knutson’s passing
Posted by Neola Kofoid Garbe: Bottineau & Minot, ND
I was so saddened to hear of Norris’ passing. Norris was a mentor in my growing up days. Norris and Arlene were good close neighbors of ours up in the hills too. Off and on during my childhood days my brother Allen and I worked for Norris on his farm. It was always a pleasure working for him and Arlene too.
Norris and I have the same Birthday. On our birthday last July I called Norris. We had a good visit. He let me know how thankful he was for my call too.
My condolence are with Arlene, Linda, Roger, Jackie, Sister Shirley/Carl Melgaard, Sister-in-law Mary Eurich Knutson and families with his passing. Norris will be missed.
Gary
Music for the cows
Video provided by Bill Pritchard: Bottineau, ND
Being an old farm boy, I thought you might appreciate this.
Bill,
This is a great Video. My dad always had the radio on 24/7 in the barn. He claimed that the cows were more content with the radio music and as a result produced more milk.
I remember when I was about 12 years old or so, in the spring of the year we often times milked our cows outside, because it was just too muddy and nasty to milk them in the log barn. I remember your dad visiting one time with you kids (you and Cheryl) when we were milking outside. Your dad picked up a milk bucket and stool and sat down and milked one of our cows. I will never forget that as long as I live.
Gary
Frank Bass Memories
From Jackie Peterson Hansen: St. John, ND
Frank and Ginger Bass used to live where Bubber and Yvonne DeMers now live.
Frank Bass Memories
From Gary Metcalfe (57): Forsyth, MO
Hello Gary and All,
One cold winter day, way back when I asked my dad where he was going and he said SHADLEMACHEEZE, which meant none of your business. Usually the man that I traveled close to for 30 years had me right with him, but it was a very cold, blustery day and I had to stay with the cattle. So he went out west, around Noonan, with a flat bed trailer and his half ton pick up to move Frank and Ginger Bass to the hills and place them on Paul Byre’s old farmstead. I don’t think he took Glen Weaver with him, that would have been too much.. My dad was a great talker, but the two were professionals. As you know by now Frank found his calling and made a good living in Montana as Montana’s Flying Auctioneer. Frank lost both of his legs in a plane crash at a young age, on his home farm. We could laugh with Frank about having to make a new leg that he broke doing chores. I remember helping Frank shovel snow for about an eighth of a mile in order to get him off to town. By the time he came home again, you can imagine the snow had drifted in, leaving him to carry the groceries.
If laughter covers up sorrow, then Frank had more than his share of sorrow. He laughed all the time. Ginger was a good gal to put up with being transferred from a more civilized setting on the prairie to the rocks and hardships of living in the hills. I don’t know what inspired them to go to Montana, but Frank found his calling there.
I met a lady in Lake Montezuma, Az., a neighbor actually, who had sold out their ranch in Montana and retired in Az. I ventured to guess that Frank Bass had had their auction and she said that he had and had some stories of her own. Noone that ever met Frank Bass will ever forget him easily. He had a real zest for life.
Floyd Dion you are on the right track, I think Frank did go to St. John more than he ever did Dunseith. The same as the North Willow Lake Rd. people went to Bottineau. We did not have George Gregory and the maintainer in those days.
I think Frank Bass thought it was cool that Jim Metcalfe furnished him an airport so he could come visit him.
Frank Bass Memories
From Lola Metcalfe Vanory (68): Dunseith, ND
THEY HAD SOME CONNECTION TO WEAVERS- Clara Myer weaver AND glen WEAVER – WHO ALSO DIVORCED- I BELIEVE WEAVERS LIVED ABOUT A MILE SOUTH AND 1/4 MILE EAST OF US – WE CAN SEE THEIR EVERGREENS- I BELIEVE THAT GLEN weaver WAS ginger’s BROTHER- ???—THAT IS HOW frank TURNED UP HERE- A REALLY NICE GUY!! – HE USED TO TEASE THE KIDS – HE WOULD TAKE OFF HIS LEGS AND ACT LIKE THEY WERE IN THE HAYSTACK!!- I REMEMBER THE DAY IN THE 70’S WHEN HE CAME TO VISIT dad- AND WHEN dad WENT TO THE DOOR HE SAID ‘HOLY COW – YOU HAVE GOTTEN FAT AND DAD SAID — WELL I GUESS SAME TO YOU !! AND THEN THEY VISITED FOR HOURS!!! Dad really admired him – although he would have been 20 years younger than Dad- that he didn’t let anything like a couple legs slow him down!! He did what you have to do — make do with what you have!!==
jay AND I AND THE KIDS WENT THROUGH HIS TOWN Lewistown -IN THE LATE 70’S –
WE HAD GONE TO GLACIER PARK– road to the sun – stayed at salmon lake- and St. Mary’s lake–At St. Mary’s lake a lady came over and said they loved to watch us cause 30 years earlier had taken their kids camping-!!-
we warned the kids not to wander far- as there were bears in the area- so the kids were out discovering all kinds of things– we were sitting in the camper one morning drinking our coffee and could hear the kids -! exploring and someone said “I bet this is a honey tree”- and they tasted the ‘sap’ from the evergreen– yuKKKKK!!! wasn;’t long they were in questioning about – what that was – and jay told them it was pine tar– !! we laughed about that and still do !!–
AND DOWN TO GREAT FALLS TO VISIT HIS AUNT LUCILLE– WENT OUT ON THE dam south of great falls and went to the Gateway to the ?? TO THE OCEAN?? that doesn’t sound right!
we came into Lewistown AND SAW Franks AUCTION BARN- I SHOULD HAVE LOOKED HIM UP!! – BUT YOUNG AND DUMB- NOT REALIZING WHAT VALUE THAT WOULD HAVE BEEN FOR ME!! BUT WE STAYED IN THE PARK ON THE PAD WE PARKED ON WAS A Plaque –‘THIS SPACE DONATED BY FRANK BASS-” — I think I probably thought he was dead by that time!!ha — IRONIC HUH??? HE WAS SUCH A GOOD friend of Dad’s – TODAY I WOULD HAVE SEEKED HIM OUT!!
I remember jay having to fix something on the pickup and took it to the Ford dealer- he made acquaintances there and I did in the laundry mat I did laundry as long as we had to wait and then went to the grocery store– such a friendly town !!!
When you think of it — he didn’t sit a whine about getting disability !!– cause he had no legs??– I mean really !!– he went out and took a big chance and developed a legacy!- what a guy!!- he didn’t have the privilege of being born into or acquiring a famous position by anyone!! -I think his plane said– ‘have plane will travel’ or something to that effect– or just plain “The Flying Auctioneer- somewhere I have a sale bill of his barn in Lewistown!!he
a character to remember!- for sure!!– quite an inspiration!!- –love to all– Toots!!
