brother. He disappeared before I started high school. Talking about
snow clogged roads, I remember that your mother taught school one year,
maybe two, at the Ackworth country school. Believe she stayed there
when the roads got too bad. The best of roads at that time weren’t very
good! I believe your dad substituted for your mother when she had
something else she had to do.
Dale Pritchard (63)
of the Turtle Mountain Star or the Bottineau Courant (depending
on which side of Dunseith you lived on). To paraphrase the
quote, “The Turtle Mountain Star is like a letter from home”,
attributed to Dick Morgan; “Your message, Gary, is like a
telephone call from home.”
Please thank Shirley for me and pass on the following
message.
Shirley,
Thank you for the update on Pat(Brennan)Groff and her family.
I am saddened to hear of Glenn’s passing. Please send my
condolences to Pat and her children.
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Your message helped me remember that summer; wheat dust, a few
stubble fires, and rain when we did not need it. I had
forgotten Mike’s and David’s names. David was very young at
the time, 10 or 12. Mike was about 16 years old, tall, thin
and wiry. I was even thin then, ooohh, we all change with time
and gravity.
Stay well.
Randy Flynn
Diane (Hill)Moline (75). I too have been enjoying the e-mails
about Dunseith and what some of you older folks remember. Tim
(68), Brenda (70), Greg (72) and Joanne (74), Bruce (81) and
Lynn (83) are my siblings. My dad John Hill passed away when I
was just 25. So we did not get to know him real well as
adults. Does anyone have some memories they would like to
share with us about our father? Mom (Murl Hill)(50) still
lives out on our farm. She keeps busy with church stuff and
all her kids and grandkids-soon to be 9.It’s a balming 30 below here in Minot, ND today!!
Diane, I didn’t know your family that well, but I sure do remember riding the Fugere Hill school busses. Our 4-H club rented one of your dad’s busses several times and your dad was the driver, taking us to the Minot State Fair. You guys were all a little younger than me. Gary.
couple short stories that may be of interest to most. Can
anyone remember how we used to antagonize poor old Said ‘Sy’
Kadry at the pool hall? If you knocked a ball off the pool
table he would kick you out. You could come back in ten minutes
and play again BUT it cost you another dime! So being the jerks
we were, we would wait until he was busy with a customer and
then bang the butt uf our pool cue on the floor real hard! Sy
would come on the run and crawl all around the tables to see
who knocked the ball off, much to our amusement, of course! We
should have been horsewhipped or worse!
Another story from the old days is one about Mac McHugh, a
colorful Dunseith old timer. He was a fixture at the Crystal
Cafe for many years. My grandfather, Henry Olson and Ike Berg
were working together at the bar and would take turns going for
dinner at the Crystal. One time Ike went first and when he came
back,Grandpa Henry went over and sat on the same stool that Ike
had just left.Mac McHugh was still there on the next stool and
he just kept looking at Henry without saying a word. Finally he
said, “Hank,are you ever going to amount to anything”? Grandpa
said, “No, probably not”. Mac replied, “Ya, that what Ike said
about you”! Anything for a little exitement on a quiet day in
old Dunseith! Enough for now.
Dick