10/06/2011

Emil Metcalfe Story
From Dick Johnson (68): Dunseith, ND
 
Gary and Friends,

Yesterday I was out south east of Rolla hauling a load of
valuables (scrap iron actually) and decided to take the backroads home
as it wasn’t the prettiest load I had hauled. Out there in the middle
of nowhere I saw a big old G3 Minneapolis-Moline pull type combine
sitting in the weeds where it had been abandoned years ago. I
remembered an incident with big Emil Metcalfe and a combine very similar
to that one. Emil bought a quarter of land a mile north of my place and
farmed it with a D4 Caterpillar and smaller equipment. He also had the
MM combine and one fall day he came walking down the road from the north
into our yard. I noticed him walking and went to pick him up with my
pickup. As I got closer, things didn’t look quite right. His face
looked different and his shirt was covered with something. The closer I
got the more something looked wrong. When I was within a hundred feet
of him, I realized what was wrong. His shirt was covered in blood and
his face was black and swollen terribly! His nose appeared broken as it
was swollen way out and his eyes were nearly swollen shut. I jumped out
and asked him what happened? He gave me a contorted smile and said he
was trying to start the old combine with the crank and it backfired and
the crank hit him on the nose. I told Emil I would take him to the
hospital but he said he just wondered if I could give him a ride home
because he couldn’t see to drive. To me, it looked as if he really
needed to go straight to the emergency room but he said he was alright
and just couldn’t see to drive. He got in and I headed for his place
but asked him again if maybe we should head for Rolette to get him
checked out. No, he was OK. I said I would go and help Travis get the
combine going. Emil said, “OH, that’s OK. I did get it going before I
left and he’s combining now.” After taking a blow like that, he still
cranked the engine and got it going so Trav could combine! I still can’t
believe anyone could look that bad and not think he should go for
medical attention. I bet Trav can remember that day. Thanks Gary!

Dick

 
 
 
Ackworth Alumni Picture
Reply from Marlys Hiatt (71): Dunseith, ND
 
I’m thinking the unidentifed lady in the picture of the Achworth Alumni
looks like Eleanor Fauske.

Marlys

Marlys,
 
I think you are right. My first thoughts were that this was Eleanor too, but as well as I know her, I just couldn’t make this look like her in my mind. This picture was taken in the 90’s. The Ackworth Alumni picnic was always held the first Sunday after the 4th of July. As a kid it was an event that I always looked forward too. There were always lots and lots of folks that attended. The guys often played baseball too. Howard Hiatt had the record for batting the ball the farthest, often times batting it way over the fence into the woods of Margie Hiatt’s pasture. Art Hagen and Dale Lagerquist were first graders the last year that school was held at Ackworth in school year 1960/61. At the age of 57, they are the youngest Ackworth alumni. Within the past few years the Ackworth Alumni association has pretty much been dissolved. One of these years we will have an organized reunion for all of us remaining Ackworth Aluminum folks.

Gary

 
 
 
 
Elaine Stokes
My mother used to sit in her chair in their house on Main Street in Bottineau for hours working her cross word puzzles
and watching the cars go by. Gary
 
 
 
 
Did Your Mom Have a Clothesline?
Posted by Wayne (’61) & Rosemary Smith: Bottineau, ND
 

Gary: I am sure this piece will bring back many memories from the “older” bloggers.

 

 

Wayne (’61) & Rosemary Smith

 

 

 
 

You have to be a certain age to appreciate this.

THE BASIC RULES FOR CLOTHESLINES: My mother thought these rules came straight from God.

(If you don’t know what clotheslines are, better skip this.)

1. You had to wash the clothes line before hanging any clothes–walk the
entire lengths of each line with a damp cloth around the lines.

2. You had to hang the clothes in a certain order, and always hang “whites”
with “whites,” and hang them first.

3. You never hung a shirt by the shoulders, always by the tail! What would
the neighbors think?

4. Wash day on a Monday! . .. . Never hang clothes on the Weekend, or
Sunday, for Heaven’s sake!

5. Hang the sheets and towels on the outside lines so you could hide your
“unmentionables” in the middle (perverts & busybodies, ya’know!).

6. It didn’t matter if it was sub zero weather….clothes would “freeze-dry.”

7. Always gather the clothes pins when taking down dry clothes! Pins left
on the lines were “tacky!”

8. If you were efficient, you would line the clothes up so that each item
did not need two clothes pins, but shared one of the clothes pins with the
next washed item.

9. Clothes off of the line before dinner time, neatly folded in the clothes
basket, and ready to be ironed.

10. IRONED? Well, that’s a whole other subject!

 

CLOTHESLINE POEM

A clothesline was a news forecast
To neighbors passing by,
There were no secrets you could keep
When clothes were hung to dry.

It also was a friendly link
For neighbors always knew,
If company had stopped on by
To spend a night or two.

For then you’d see the “fancy sheets”
And towels upon the line;
You’d see the “company table cloths”
With intricate designs.

The line announced a baby’s birth
From folks who lived inside –
As brand new infant clothes were hung,
So carefully with pride!

The ages of the children could
So readily be known
By watching how the sizes changed,
You’d know how much they’d grown!

It also told when illness struck,
As extra sheets were hung;
Then nightclothes, and a bathrobe, too,
Haphazardly were strung.

It also said, “Gone on vacation now”
When lines hung limp and bare.
It told, “We’re back!” when full lines sagged, with not an inch to spare!

New folks in town were scorned upon
If wash was dingy and gray,
As neighbors carefully raised their brows,
And looked the other way.

But clotheslines now are of the past,
For dryers make work much less.
Now what goes on inside a home
Is anybody’s guess!

I really miss that way of life. It was a friendly sign.

When neighbors knew each other best by what hung on the line.