Ben Longie’s passing
Posting from Sharon Longie Dana (’73): MIssoula MT
Hi Gary,
I just heard last night a cousin passed away, Ben Longie from Rolla. If anyone back ome sees the obit could you put it on here. Thank You.
Sharon Longie Dana(73)
BENJAMIN LONGIE, 76, Rolla, died Monday in his home. Funeral Friday, 10 a.m., St. Joachim Catholic Church, Rolla. Visitation Thursday, 5 to 7 p.m., rosary service Thursday, 7 p.m., both in the church. (Elick Funeral Home, Rolla)
Email address change for Darrel (’47) & Dorothy Strietzel (’46) Fassett: Boynton Beach, FL
Please add my new e-mail address to the blog.
Requesting the rest of Aggie’s Story
Reply from Marlys Hiatt (’71): Dunseith, ND
I agree with Paula – Aggie, we just have to hear the story about what
happened when you got beat up by the 78 year old woman in Texarkana. I’m
sitting here laughing just thinking about. I always just love your
stories. What makes them so funny is that they are true. Thanks for
taking the time to put them on the blog.
Marlys Hiatt
Memories of old times
From Dick Johnson (68): Dunseith, ND
Gary and Friends,
To Gary Metcalfe—The Xs and Os will come to you automatically
when you do carpenter work using nails to fasten tin on a roof on a
cold December day. I remember doing just that and having three people
with three hammers going strong—bang, bang, bang—then just bang,
bang– as one at a time we held our fingers and used the “Xs and Os”
that we didn’t even understand. By the end of the day, you just smashed
your fingers and kept going anyway. They were so numb from the cold and
the bruising that it just didn’t matter anymore. It was there on the
roof that Bill Peterson told me, “It only hurts when you laugh.” Ah, O
and X and O some more!
On the subject of old time boxing, Mom said they used to go to
visit country neighbors long ago when they were kids and the kids had to
stay out of the living room and be quiet because the men would huddle
around the old radio and listen to the Saturday Night Fights. In old
Dunseith, all we had to do was go uptown on Saturday night and wait!
The fights weren’t on the radio they were on the sidewalk. I remember
one night in the late 60s, a couple local guys got jumped by a few from
out of town, right on Main street in front of the theater. The two from
town were way more prepared than the three who started the scrap and
were giving them quite a spanking. The town cop at the time was a
brother to one of the two who was handing out the punishment and when he
came driving up from the side street in the cop car, he looked over at
his brother and the brother gave him the ‘thumbs up’ so he just turned
up Main and drove off–never saw a thing. One of the ‘out of towners’
tried to hide in the backseat of the car but it didn’t work and when
they finally all got back in and drove off, his shoes were still laying
in the street. The local boys never had a scratch! No names here! At
least one of the guys will be reading this and I’m sure will remember
that night. I was parked on the north side of the Corner Bar and had a
ringside seat!
I remember the Dunseith-Berthold game at Minot very well. We were
there in the auditorium when Dunseith got the lead back and it looked to
us that it was on the way. My father-in-law was listening to it on the
radio in his car and was in Minot anyway so he came up to watch. By the
time he found us, he said he must have heard wrong because he thought he
heard that Dunseith was way ahead when he was parking the car. I told
him they were and it just fell apart. As Les Halvorson said, the ’72
team could have gone all the way if that first game would have turned
out. They were a tough team and had a good coach in Larry Haugen. Dad
had an old saying—If you want to lose money, bet on high school sports.
Thanks Gary!
Dick
Posted by Neola Kofoid Garbe: Bottineau & Minot, ND
Joke of the day
After getting all of Pope Benedict’s luggage loaded into the limo, (and he doesn’t travel light), the driver notices the Pope is still standing on the curb. ‘Excuse me, Your Holiness,’ says the driver, ‘Would you please take your seat so we can leave?’
‘Well, to tell you the truth,’ says the Pope, ‘they never let me drive at the Vatican when I was a cardinal, and I’d really like to drive today.’
‘I’m sorry, Your Holiness, but I cannot let you do that. I’d lose my job! What if something should happen?’ protests the driver, wishing he’d never gone to work that morning.
‘Who’s going to tell?’ says the Pope with a smile.
Reluctantly, the driver gets in the back as the Pope climbs in behind the wheel. The driver quickly regrets his decision when, after exiting the airport, the Pontiff floors it, accelerating the limo to 205 kms. (Remember, the Pope is German.)
‘Please slow down, Your Holiness!’ pleads the worried driver, but the Pope keeps the pedal to the metal until they hear sirens.
‘Oh, dear God, I’m going to lose my license — and my job!’ moans the driver.
The Pope pulls over and rolls down the window as the cop approaches, but the cop takes one look at him, goes back to his motorcycle, and gets on the radio.
‘I need to talk to the Chief,’ he says to the dispatcher.
The Chief gets on the radio and the cop tells him that he’s stopped a limo going 205 kph.
‘So bust him,’ says the Chief.
‘I don’t think we want to do that, he’s really important,’ said the cop.
The Chief exclaimed,’ All the more reason!’
‘No, I mean really important,’ said the cop with a bit of persistence.
The Chief then asked, ‘Who do you have there, the mayor?’
Cop: ‘Bigger.’
Chief: ‘A senator?’
Cop: ‘Bigger.’
Chief: ‘The Prime Minister?’
Cop: ‘Bigger.’
‘Well,’ said the Chief, ‘who is it?’
Cop: ‘I think it’s God!’
The Chief is even more puzzled and curious, ‘What makes you think it’s God?’
Cop: ‘His chauffeur is the Pope!’
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