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Pete Gillis (’65) Update
From Verena Gillis: Dunseith, ND
Gary,
This is just a little thank you to all of our friends and relatives who have called and sent prayers and wishes to us. Pete is getting through this first chemo session slowly – can’t eat very good right now, mouth and throat is very sore and irritated, part of the side effects – His next treatment is scheduled for November 17th – I know God has his reasons for everything that happens in this world but I still wonder when it gets this close to home, “Why us?”  Bowling Alley Reply
From Dick Johnson (68): Dunseith, ND
Gary and Friends,
A little research can do wonders. I looked at a picture of Dad Dick Reply from Lloyd Awalt (’44): Bottineau, ND
The picture of the three women bowling, was taken at
Woodford bowling alley. At that time the women did ware dresses once in a while.
Lloyd.
 Fiddling Music
Posting from Vickie Metcalfe (70): Bottineau, ND
Gary and Turtle Mtn friends,
The fall of 1963, our family moved to WA state, where dad worked with his brother plastering.
They got to leave for for a week at a time as one of their jobs was plastering a big prison on the coast.
Dad would get up and be gone by 3:30 a.m. Monday morning, car pool with Uncle E and his friend. He would return Friday afternoon.
My mom, Aunt Ann, and their friend, Bob’s wife would prepare 3 hot dish meals they would take. The men would eat those hot dish meals M. T.W. and pack sandwiches for lunch.
They would eat out only one meal, Thursday’s. All of those guys were family men, who had goals to save.
I enjoyed the year way from ND, because, My dad, a relentless worker all the time, had to take the weekend off when we lived in WA state.
Oh what adventuresome weekends we kids had riding in the back, with Dad and mom in the front seat of the two tone station wagon,
Weekends of the fall we piled in that station wagon and drove up and over the Cascades to Wenatchee, where mom and dad walked us through orchards,picked and bought apples,and applets and cotlets.
Other times,we’d take the ferry over the sound to Whidbey and drive to Deception pass.
We went clamming on the beachs and later ate those clams which our mom prepared with butter.
We often ate fresh blackberries, plums, cherries, pears and strawberries, hand picked in our cousins or our back yard.
And music. Always music when our Big extended family gathered.
Aunt Leona and her mouth organ, Uncle Emil playing Jimmie Rodgers or Johnny Horton on his guitar.
When Uncle Charlie with his fiddle came,
It was pure sweet Turtle Mountain Fiddling at it’s best.
Two steps, reels and waltzs.
Back at our home, Sunday afternoons our family listened to Andy DesJarlais,
who played musiic like Uncle Charlie.
Music of home.
I was scanning the Winnipeg Free Press tonight, when I saw this article about Andy DesJarlais.
And his origins a bit north in Manitoba.
It took me back to that sweet smell of apples, bygone days of laughter and music.
—— And a Canadian fiddler who I thought could play almost as good as my Uncle Charlie!
if you are interested in more:
http://www.winnipegfreepress.com/local/bandmate-tells-story-of-fiddling-legend-132905078.html
Later, Vickie
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