04/23/2012

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No Blog the past two days

 
Folks, I forgot to mention that I was going to be gone and wouldn’t get a blog out this past Saturday and Sunday.
 
Several times a year the Governor of Cebu Province which includes the Island of Cebu and 4 or 5 other islands has a Suroy-Suroy. Many of our friends have gone on these in the past, but this was our first. There were 10 in our group of friends. Governor Gwen Garcia accompanied us for the two days. Being a high profile person, she has an army of security personnel. Our convoy on the Island of Camotes included 4 large air conditioned buses with the Governor riding in a private van all escorted by the Army, the Philippine National Police and SWAT teams. We toured much of the Island of Camotes and also the city of Pilar on a neighboring Island. At each stop we were greeted by the locals with music, entertainment and of coarse food and a tour of their area. It was a fun filled week end. I have included below a local news paper article that explains our Trip.
 
Gary

From a Local Cebu News Paper

Suroy-Suroy Sugbo goes to Camotes

Camotes Island off the northeastern part of Cebu province will take center stage today in the tourism caravan Suroy-Suroy sa Sugbo.

Camotes Islands is about two hours from Cebu City by motorboat and is known for its pristine waters and white-sand beaches.

About 200 local and foreign guests led by Cebu Gov. Gwendolyn Garcia will set off for Poro town in Camotes Island at 7 a.m. in Cebu City’s Pier 1.

The two-day countryside tour called “Enchanting Camotes” will highlight well-known and lesser-known attractions.

There’s Bukilat Cave in Tudela town, Buho Rock resort in Poro, Lake Danao in San Francisco, Mangodlong Resort and the bee farm in Pilar town.

Visitors will take a walking tour around the island to see ancestral houses and other heritage spots.

The Suroy-Suroy started in 2004 as a project of the Cebu Chamber of Commerce and Industry, and was developed further by the Capitol as regular tours to spotlight the beauty of the countryside and outlying islands, and hospitality of Cebuanos.

 
Suroy-Suroy on Camotes Island – Bernadette, Emelyn, Marina, Evelyn & Rose
 
 
Surey-Surey on Camotes Island – Rose, Gary Evelyn and Alex
 
 
Happy Birthday (4/21) Sherri Slyter Millang: Bottineau, ND
 
 
 
Happy Birthday (4/22) Debby Stokes: Bottineau, ND
 
Kristin, Nathan, Darrel (Bud) and Debby Stokes
 
 
 
 
Early 80’s Catholic Ladies picture
From Sandra Zeiler Vandal (’62): Elk River, MN.
 

Gary~

 

Found this with Mom’s pictures. I know a alot of the names and will write then down.

Fun to look at, will send the names soon. Taken sometime in the early 80’s, this covers Dunseith and Rolette.

 

Sandy

Thank you Sandra. This is another classic treasure.
 
Do you know what group this is? Because of the Priest, I labeled it “Catholic ladies”. The lady on the right end of the 2nd row resembles Adeline Olson. She was a member of Salem Lutheran Church, so if that is her, this is not an exclusive Catholic group.
 
Folks, if you know any of these ladies, please identify.
 
Thanks,
 
Gary
 
 
 
Threshing Crew Memories
From Minnie Mary McKay Merrill (’48): Renton, WA
Posted by Phyllis, McKay (’65): Auburn, WA.

 

Gary,

 

I remember Dad talking a lot about being on a thrashing crew. Unfortunately I do not remember any of the stories in detail. I emailed my siblings to see what they remembered and Minnie Mary sent me her remembrances which I have included below.

 

Phyllis, I do remember a lot about threshing time of the year. Roberts always used a tractor for power never steam while I was around. Dad had his own hay rack to haul the bundles—not one from the farmer having the threshing done. His rack had been built by him to haul hay into our barn during the winter. He made it extra large so that he wouldn’t have to make extra trips. Anyway, the bundle haulers would go out to get the shocks of wheat and come back to the threshing machine in order. Well, Dad wouldn’t come in out of order or with a small load so he worked harder than anyone else.

Grandma McKay and Mrs. Gillies were the cooks. I went to the cook car with them, and you had better believe it was hot. The men sat at this long table running down the center of the cook car and ate dinner. As soon as they were finished, the women geared up to prepare afternoon lunch and then supper. Of course, there was no running water and no air conditioning. I think there was ice to keep the milk and cream from souring and the meat cool. Dad would follow the rig from farm to farm. He was down around Thorn I know—and also worked for the Roberts.

 
Correction
From Lloyd Awalt (44): Bottineau, ND
 
Hi Gary,
 
I made a boo boo the threshing crew I hauled bundles for was Louis Fugere not Leo that was a long time ago.
 
Lloyd
 
 
 
Russell Pigeon’s (’63) email address
Posted by Bruce Pigeon (’61): Garrison, ND
 
Hi Gary
 
I am doing this the quick way, I think. Russell would like to be added to your list. His Email address is
 
Thanks
 
Bruce
 
 
 
Gerald Anderson (’58) passed away in 2011:
 
Gerald A. Anderson, 71, Madisonville Road, Hoopkinsville, KY, died at 3:25 p.m. Monday, Nov. 21, 2011, at his home of natural causes. (Cancer) — (DHS Class of ’58)
Folks, with the passing of Norma Anderson, I just discovered that her son Gerald passed on this past November. I was so sorry to hear of his passing. Gary
 
 
 
Posted by Audrey Hansen Aitchison: Bottineau, ND

 
 
Joke of the day posted by Stanley Salmonson (’61): Dunseith, ND.
 

THIS IS YOUR CAPTAIN SPEAKING

Shortly after a British Airways flight had reached its
cruising altitude, the Captain announced:
‘Ladies and Gentlemen, this is your Captain.
Welcome to Flight 293, non-stop from London Heathrow to Oslo.
The weather ahead is good, so we should have a smooth,
uneventful flight. So sit back, relax and… OH, MY GOD !’

Silence followed!

Some moments later the Captain came back on the PA; ‘Ladies
and gentlemen, I’m sorry if I scared you. While I was talking
to you, a flight attendant accidentally spilled a cup of hot
coffee in my lap. You should see the front of my pants!’

Ole, sitting in the plane yelled out: “Vat da Hell now, you
should see da back of mine”