Blanch,ÂYou have a remarkable memory to remember this level of detail nearly 70 years ago. You are to be commended. I included the birth and death dates of your sister Marjorie too. Is she buried at Little Prairie?ÂBelow, I have included a picture of the Stone Church. What a beautiful building.ÂGaryÂ
     In response to Kim Fugere Ogilvie’s request for stories of her
dad, Dale Fugere, I have one that I can pass along.  When I was
probably around 5 or 6 years old, Patty Fassett and I were going to go
the the old skating rink by the city hall to do a little afternoon
skating. We put our skates on and headed out on the ice and pretty soon
realized our skates were a bit dull and were not biting on the ice very
well. Patty said she thought we should go and find someone who could
sharpen them. I knew Dale Fugere had a grindstone over at his shop.Â
This was before he was at the Stone Garage and was in a shop on the
south end of the block where the Dunseith Nursing Home is now located.Â
Billy Lawrence’s blacksmith shop was on the northwest corner and Dale’s
shop was on the southwest corner of the same lot. We took off our
skates and headed over to see if Dale would sharpen them for us. He had
someone there and was working on the guy’s vehicle but said it would
take just a minute to sharpen our skates so the guy said to go ahead.Â
Dale sharpened both sets and then we asked him how much it costs to do
that?—little kids! He just stood there for a couple seconds and
thought and then said,  “You can give me a little kiss right here on
the cheek and we will call it paid.” He was talking to Patty but I
thought, “OH NO, I don’t want to kiss Dale!” She gave him a peck on
the cheek and Dale said, “There, your both paid.” Whew, lucky me. We
headed back to the rink with sharp skates.
    Dale’s portable fish house was built from a cut off ’49-’50 Hudson
four door car. The engine and front fenders had been removed and the
frame V’d in to make a hitch on the front. He took out the interior and
made some holes in the floor to ice fish through. It was painted dark
blue. I wasn’t real old but was sure impressed with his invention. He
was over at the Stone Garage when he made this rig and he had it parked
across the street to the south in the open area behind the Corner Bar.Â
I used to stop and look it over on my way to school. I have no idea
where it went after that. It was a cool rig, I do remember that.Â
Thanks Gary!
Dick
What a beautiful Picture. I just had to share.
The longest password ever
During a recent password audit by a company, it was found that an employee was using the following password:
“MickeyMinniePlutoHueyLouieDeweyDonaldGoofySacramento”
When asked why she had such a long password, she rolled her eyes and said: “Hello! It has to be at least 8 characters and include at least one capital.”