8/12/2012 (1566)

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Folks,
 
When Bernadette attended the funeral of her step mother last month, she met her real mothers first cousin whom she had not seen since childhood. In this country, all of your parents first cousins are your Uncles and Aunts, so this is Bernadette’s aunt. She is about 80 years old.
 
Bernadette’s aunt, along with her half sister, her niece and a friend just arrived for a visit. Bernadette knew they were coming, so she has prepared dinner for them.  Bernadette asked me to talk to her aunt while she did some dinner preps. Bernadette said “She knows how to speak English”. Not sure what English she speaks, but it sure isn’t the same English I speak. Luckily Bernadette wasn’t that long in the kitchen.  
 
Gary
 
 
 
Condolences to the Duane Peterson family
From Ivy Eller Robert (’74):  Everett, WA
 

I would like to extend my condolences to Duane  Peterson’s family. I was very sorry to learn of his passing. I have very fond memories of him and his brothers, Bill & Jack, building my folks house back in 71. He was a ‘kick in the pants’, and was always trying to get me in trouble with Dad, which was no trouble at all. That was a great learning experience for me, they taught me a lot about building a house, whether I wanted to learn or not! That summer is a very good memory for me.
 
Ivy Robert
 
 
 
Remembrance of Duane Peterson
From Larry Hackman (’66):  Bismarck, ND
 
Gary
In remembrance of Duane Peterson a good neighbor and friend.
Duane and his brother Bill were the greatest friends and neighbors to the Dietrich and Hackman Families.
 I worked for Duane one summer when I was about 12 years old, putting up hay,
leveling a slew that was burning underground with a old John Deere
that I had to start by opening the petcocks and turning the fly wheel.
He didn’t even get upset when I ran that old John Deere up on a huge boulder,
that left the front wheels of that tractor dangling in the air.
Duane and Bill were pallbearers for almost everyone of my uncles and my dad.
They were great people to know!
My prayers go out to the entire Peterson family.
God Bless You All.
Larry
 
 
 
Condolences to the Duane Peterson family
From Sharon Longie Dana (’73):    MIssoula  MT

 

Condolences to the Peterson Family. My thoughts and prayers are with you all during this difficult time.
Sharon Longie Dana(73)
 
 
 
 
Class of 72 Pictures  
Provided by Rose Hohl:  Bottineau, ND & Cebu Philippines
 
 
Happy 28th Wedding Anniversary Jim (’72) and Donna Mellmer: Mandan, ND      
                                                 
 
 
Class of 72 Picture
Reply from Connie Zorn Landsverk:  Bottineau, ND
 
Almo Pladson is in the top row 2nd from the end dark shirt!!
Loretta Wall is sitting by her twin sister  Lorraine!!
 
 
Class of 72 Picture
Reply from Almo Pladson (’72):  Williston, ND
 
Gary
 
Names and changes for the Class of 72.
Thanks Almo,  I have posted the correct names above the picture posted below. You guys are looking great! I certainly hope, of which I know you did have, a wonderful reunion the past two days.
 
 
DHS Class of 72 reunion – Friday/Saturday, August 10/11, 2012 
 
Back: Don Malaterre, Art Hagen, Jim Mellmer, Dave Abrahamson, Almo Pladson, Joe Murray
Front: Loraine Neameyer Haas, Loretta Neameyer Wall, Myra Henning Halvorson,
Ann Marie Boppre Perry, Linda Johnson Juntunen
 
 
 
                 Mr. & Mrs. Don (’72) Malaterre: Sioux Falls, SD 
 
    Les (Teacher) and Myra Henning (’72) Halvorson: Bottineau, ND
 
 
         (Mr. & Mrs.)  Linda Johnson Juntunen (’72): Perth, ND
 
 
Today’s posting – Rose, the elderly lady who attended college
From Neola Kofoid Garbe:  Bottineau & Minot, ND
 
This is yet another version of Rose, the elderly lady who attended college.  I don’t know if any of the versions are true (I doubt it.), but they are excellent stories, so here’s another one. :) ng

 
 
The first day of school, our professor introduced himself and challenged us to get to know someone we didn’t already know. I stood up to look around when a gentle hand touched my shoulder.


I turned around to find a wrinkled, little old lady beaming up at me with a smile that lit up her entire being..


She said, ‘Hi handsome. My name is Rose. I’m eighty-seven years old. Can I give you a hug?’


I laughed and enthusiastically responded, ‘Of course you may!’ and she gave me a giant squeeze..


‘Why are you in college at such a young, innocent age?’ I asked.


She jokingly replied, ‘I’m here to meet a rich husband, get married, and have a couple of kids…’


‘No seriously,’ I asked. I was curious what may have motivated her to be taking on this challenge at her age.


‘I always dreamed of having a college education and now I’m getting one!’ she told me.


After class, we walked to the student union building and shared a chocolate milkshake.


We became instant friends. Every day for the next three months, we would leave class together and talk nonstop. I was always mesmerized listening to this ‘time machine’ as she shared her wisdom and experience with me..


Over the course of the year, Rose became a campus icon.  She easily made friends wherever she went. She loved to dress up, and she revelled in the attention bestowed upon her from the other students. She was living it up.


At the end of the semester, we invited Rose to speak at our football banquet. I’ll never forget what she taught us. She was introduced and stepped up to the podium. As she began to deliver her prepared speech, she dropped her three by five cards on the floor.
 
Frustrated, and a little embarrassed, she leaned into the microphone and simply said, ‘I’m sorry I’m so jittery. I gave up beer for Lent and this whiskey is killing me! I’ll never get my speech back in order so let me just tell you what I know.’


As we laughed, she cleared her throat and began, ‘ We do not stop playing because we are old; we grow old because we stop playing.


There are only four secrets to staying young, being happy, and achieving success. You have to laugh and find humour every day. You’ve got to have a dream. When you lose your dreams, you die.


We have so many people walking around who are dead and don’t even know it!


There is a huge difference between growing older and growing up.


If you are nineteen years old and lie in bed for one full year and don’t do one productive thing, you will turn twenty years old. If I am eighty-seven years old and stay in bed for a year and never do anything, I will turn eighty-eight.


Anybody can grow older. That doesn’t take any talent or ability. The idea is to grow up by always finding opportunity in change–having no regrets.


The elderly usually don’t have regrets for what they did, but rather for things they did not do. The only people who fear death are those with regrets..’


She concluded her speech by courageously singing ‘The Rose.’


She challenged each of us to study the lyrics and live them out in our daily lives. At the year’s end, Rose finished the college degree she had begun all those months ago.


One week after graduation, Rose died peacefully in her sleep.


Over two thousand college students attended her funeral in tribute to the wonderful woman who taught by example that it’s never too late to be all you can possibly be