9729 20th Ave NE
Bottineau ND 58318
Rob Olson
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Sorry to hear that Duane Peterson has passed away. My family has been lifelong friends of the Peterson’s, beginning with Duane’s folks, Max and Mary, who lived with us for awhile when they went to Seattle when I was about three–(-we moved to the farm from Seattle in about 1946 just before Margaret was born. My uncle, Martin Evans, was married to Mary (Tootsie) Peterson; he passed away when he was about 42 years old, and Mary remarried…I’ve asked their son, Dale, to put some recent Peterson pictures on the blog—or maybe Sharon Peterson Harmsen could do that—what a great family!
Geri Metcalfe Munro ’59
Geri,Thank you so very much for the very kind words coming from a very kind person too, I might add.Gary
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Emery A. Carbonneau
(September 4, 1926 – August 6, 2012) |
EMERY A. CARBONNEAU Jr.
A Memorial service for Emery A. Carbonneau, Jr., 85, Bottineau, was held at 10 a.m. Thursday, August 9, in the St. Mark’s Catholic Church in Bottineau. Officiating at the service was the Reverend Fr. Paul Schuster. Special music was provided by Aimee Zachrison, April Richter and Laura Carbonneau. Amber Thorenson was the pianist and Judy Allard was the community leader. Gift bearers were Emery’s grandchildren and great-grandchildren. Honorary Pall bearers were all men in attendance at the service. Burial will be in the Tarsus Cemetery.
Emery A. Carbonneau, Jr., son of Emery and Camille (Labrecque) Carbonneau, Sr., was born September 4, 1926, at Tarsus, Bottineau County. He was raised on his grandfather’s original homestead and attended nearby schools. Following his formal education, he began working with his father on the family farm and became a third generation steward of the land. On May 24, 1945, he married Carol E. Watkins in Dunseith which began a 67-year romance. He had a passion for his family and enjoyed spending time with his children and grandchildren, whether riding on snowmobiles and farm equipment, or relaxing at the family cabin on Lake Metigoshe. He was also an exceptional machinist and there was very little he could not build or improve upon. His ability to make parts and repair machinery enabled him to lend a helping hand to his many friends and neighbors. Emery retired from farming in 1982. He and Carol moved to Bottineau in 2007 where the couple resided until his death.
He was a member of St Mark’s Catholic Church in Bottineau, the St. Mark’s Cemetery Board and the Lordsburg Township Board. He was chairman of the Bottineau County Weed Board for 15 years and was a member of the North Dakota Weed Board. Emery was also an honorary lifetime member of the Future Farmers of America and the Overly Snowmobile Club.
Emery passed away on Monday, August 6, 2012 at the Bottineau Good Samaritan Center.
He is survived by his wife Carol of Bottineau; son Charles (Sharon) Carbonneau of Watertown, SD; daughter Ann (David) O’Connell of Bottineau; grandchildren Scott (Laura) Carbonneau of Pierre, SD; Aimee (Dayne) Zachrison of Valley City; April (Mike) Richter of Warroad, MN; Michael (Molly) Carbonneau of Sartell, MN; and Ben (Kate) Johnson of Round Rock, TX; 15 great-grandchildren; sisters Rita Anderson of Fargo and Cecile Marchand of Kenosha, WI.
Gary and friends,
During the summer months, l enjoy visiting; “My 2 Eleanors” at Rugby’s Haaland Home. I go to one room then up the hall to the other.
In the month of July, a lesson was reinforced from both Eleanor’s.
“Some people view an inheritance as receiving money.” But, Inheritance can take other forms. Perhaps it’s a family heirloom, it may be a cherished token, Or, possibly, a story.
“Counting Chickens & Making Amends, the Lesson From Daddy”
a story from the sweet memories of Eleanor Rose Metcalfe Nerpel
Sunday, July 8, 2012
Eleanor Rose Metcalfe and little sister Alice, were excited to receive baby chicks from a neighbor. Each girl had her own separate box to keep her chicks separate from the others. And how they loved their gift.
Every morning, Eleanor would rise, shine and run to look her little flock to see how much they’d grown during the night. Eleanor, was now a big girl going to Hillside School where she enjoyed learning.
One sunny morning, Eleanor ran to count her chicks, she discovered one chick was so very still among the lively chirping peepers. Instinctively, a complete, quiet, understanding came over her, and she knew what she had to achieve.
She’d seen with her own eyes how this task was done. Her father would dispose of dead animals by burial in the manure pile. Eleanor ran to find the barn shovel, dug a hole, carried the little body and buried her chick.
After the solo barnyard burial, she walked back to the chicken house. While Eleanor looked down, counting her remaining chicks, she glanced across at Alice’s box of chicks.
One thought “Alice has more chicks than I.”……..And, a very strange, overwhelming emotion. Other thoughts followed, “ Alice is a baby”. “Alice is not in school.” “Alice can’t count!“
Without hesitation, Eleanor carefully reached into the other box, picked up one of Alice’s chicks and placed it in her chicken box with other thoughts, “Alice will never know.” “No one knows that one of my chicks died but me.”
Shortly after, Eleanor’s daddy called to her to come into the house. She entered a room to find her father sitting at table. Her father, “Young Bill Metcalfe”, so familiar, with his shock of hair, blue eyes, blue shirt with the bands around his arms above the elbow, his worn blue overalls, and his boots.
Her Daddy was reading the Bible. He didn’t look up. He read aloud a passage. As she listened, felt a warmth rise up from her chest up through her neck, a heat that expanded and flooded her face. She began to understand the error of her morning action of counting Alice’s chick as her own
Her father knew!
Her daddy, William Bryan Metcalfe had seen. He did not scold her. He did not punish her. He just looked into her eyes and she knew what she needed to do. The answer was in the verses he’d read.
Remorsefully, heavy feet took her out to the chicken coop. She went to her box and with longing looked at her little flock and counted her chicks.
Eleanor carefully reached down for the chick she had taken from little Alice and placed it back where it come from. With trepidation she counted her little flock mournfully, and with resolve, reached in took one of her remaining chicks, gazed at it with remorse, and placed it with Alice’s flock.
Thank you Eleanor, for allowing me to write your story which you shared so freely, with your cousins on our July 8, 2012 visit. My sister, Nancy, her Granddaughter Ashanty, and I truly enjoy and will cherish this inheritance of a story-gift from you. Fondly, Vickie
watch Ol’ Mel turn 60. Before the night was over, you could see the
change. By the time we were done eating the good steaks he grilled for
us, he really looked much older than he did when we arrived. That 60
number really hit him hard. I’m sure glad I’m not 60! Right Mel?�
Thanks Gary!
Dick
Note: Evie, I don’t have Lori in my Records. Is she your younger sister?Congratulations.Gary
on the blog……the older I get the more I like these senior jokes…..what up with that!
It pays to be patient!This is a great one…watch the air bag
A lady was videotaping her son riding a skate board when her attention switched to an old woman trying to cross the street.
You can hear the lady who is doing the taping giggling as she records the event.
The video is a quick one… but you’ll probably watch it more than once“Having the Life You Want by Being Present to the Life You Have”