loss of Alan. He was a great guy. I personally owe a lot to Alan for
the help he gave me after the loss of my parents. He was not only my
banker but also someone I could turn to for advise when I needed it. He
was straight forward and very knowledgeable about the best way to handle
nearly any issue I asked him about. He was also a very community minded
person and was an absolute rock solid part of the City of Dunseith where
he served many years as Mayor and Councilman. Alan will be missed by
all of us who knew him as respected leader and a true friend. He was
My sincere sympathy to the family of Alan Campbell.As you blog readers, probably know by now.
My dad, Cliff Metcalfe, was a prolific story teller who�
unabashedly frequented stories of his life.
I will try to share, simply .
After his father died in the midst of the Great Depression 1935, my�
Rose moved to town to make her home in rented little building which�
had been a chicken coop..
It was an huge change for my father.
The twelve year old, left his home, farm life, animals, the woods,�
hills and lake.
He went from Hillside Country school and friends, to town school
From farm kid with one pair of pants and a widowed mother.
Dad often said, Alan Campbell made an enormous difference in his life�
at a difficult time.
Alan was his first town friend and his classmate.
Dad said, Alan had many toys.
Dad had none.
Alan, full of genuine humility ,kindness and empathy often invited�
my dad to his house to play.
Alan Campbell generously shared his toys and his friendship.
They skated together on the old Dunseith rink and played foot ball�
As years moved on, they understood each other as WWII Veterans.
Mutual respect grew, as, the banker and the blue collared farmer.
Through the years,Dad continued to observe and admire his boyhood�
His voice of reason, intelligence, wise community leader and�
unwavering depth of character.
All of which never waned in how Alan Campbell treated each person he�
a person of poverty or monied,
a person, Indian or White
a person mentally challenged or brilliant genus.
God Bless the memory of Alan Campbell.
and, PEACE to the family.
Alan Watson Campbell, 88, Minot, ND, longtime resident of Dunseith, ND and well-known banker, passed away Tuesday, January 22, 2013 in Minot.
Alan was born on August 18, 1924 in Bottineau, ND to William and Violet (Watson) Campbell. He was raised in Omemee, ND until he was 9 years old. The family moved to Dunseith where he attended school and graduated from Dunseith High School in 1942. He attended Jamestown College for one year and then enlisted in the military in 1943 and served in the U.S. Army Air Corps until his discharge on December 7, 1945. Following his discharge, he returned to Jamestown College and graduated with a Business Administration degree in 1948. While at Jamestown College, Alan met the love of his life, Phyllis Berg. They were married on July 30, 1947 at Voorhees Chapel at Jamestown College. Alan and Phyllis moved to Pittsburgh, PA where he attended the University of Pittsburgh and received his Masters degree in retail training.
In 1949, Alan and Phyllis moved to Minot, ND where he worked at the International Harvester District Office. While in Minot, he was a member of the American Legion and the First Presbyterian Church. Alan and Phyllis moved to Dunseith in 1953 and he worked with his father at Security State Bank and joined Campbell Insurance Agency in 1953.
Alan retired as President of Security State Bank in 1994.
Alan was very involved in the community of Dunseith. He was active in the American Legion, Dunseith Masonic Lodge, Shriners, Order of Eastern Star, Dunseith Golf Club, United Methodist Church, Dunseith Community Development Corporation, Rugby Good Samaritan hospital board and served as Mayor of Dunseith. Alan was a 50 plus year member of the Dunseith Masonic Lodge #99 and the North Dakota Masonic Lodge and the Archie Jardine American Legion Post #185. He was also involved in the North Dakota KEM Temple Shrine.
Alan and Phyllis traveled extensively throughout the United States and attended several reunions of the 490th Bomb Group. He enjoyed spending summers at Lake Metigoshe and winters in Mesa, Arizona.
He is survived by his wife of 65 years, Phyllis, Minot; children: Rich (Vicky) Campbell, Minot, Dave (Jodie) Campbell, Bismarck, Cathy (Steve) Springan, Stanley and Jeff (Lori) Campbell, Bismarck; grandchildren: Kyle (Grace) Campbell, Duluth, MN, Nicole (John) Grubb, Burlington, ND, Jim (Darla) Cook, Seattle, WA, Heather Campbell, Eagan, MN, Alisha (Jeremy) Lacher, Bismarck, ND, Shaun (Zanna) Campbell, Bismarck, ND, Courtney Campbell, West Fargo, ND, Sara (Andrew) Herr, Minneapolis, MN, Gregg Springan, Madison, WI, Kayla (Travis) Dressler, Bismarck, ND and Jeremy Campbell (fiancée Brooke Marquardt), Bismarck, ND; great-grandchildren, Trenton and Ellie Lacher, Nona and Sage Campbell and Colin Grubb and cousin: Glen (Hester) Campbell.
Alan was preceded in death by his parents, infant daughter, Janice, and several aunts, uncles and cousins.
Celebration of the Life of Alan Campbell: Saturday, January 26, 2013 at 2:00 p.m. in Vincent United Methodist Church – Minot.
Interment: North Dakota Veterans Cemetery – rural Mandan.
Visitation: At Alan’s request there will be no reviewal, but friends may sign a memorial register on Friday from 2:00 p.m. until 7:00 p.m. in Thomas Family Funeral Home – Minot and at the church one hour prior to the service.
Memorials: In lieu of plants and flowers, memorials to the donor’s choice are preferred.
I went through the same process while stationed at CCK in Taiwan from Dec 70 to Mar 72. And again while stationed at Kadena, Okinawa from Jan – Sep 75. Vietnam actually closed the doors in April 1975 and I got back out of there the day before that happened. Made a unit move from Kadena to Yokota, Japan where I stayed from Sep 75 to May 78.
I have some pictures of Cam Ranh Bay, including some of the same scenes on the video. I’ll share some of these with you. Some of them are deteriorated but they are memories. Don’t bother to send them out to the public. The little camera I had at the time wasn’t very good, I had slides made of the pictures, and over 45 years they deteriorated at lot.
The question I still get asked once in a while is “Would you recommend the AF as the branch of service to join?” The answer is yes. But a follow on question is usually “Would you do it again if you could?” Yes to the AF but no otherwise. I spent my 20 years all in aircraft maintenance on C-130s and it took about 8 years to quit being fun. The main thing is that I don’t regret the 20 years!!!
How well I remember those C-130 Aircrafts. I actually rode in those a number of times with my travels around Vietnam.
I am sharing this picture of the Barracks in Cam Ranh Bay that you included with one of your attachments. It brings back memories of just the way those Barracks were that I lived in when stationed there. My room was on the top floor. How well I remember the cockroaches too. Often times when I’d be unlocking the door to my room I’d hear this mass exodus of cockroaches leaving my room going to the next room.
Dale, you had a remarkable career too, one to be commended for.
Posted by Marlys Hiatt (’71): Dunseith, ND
The Winter Boots (Anyone who has ever dressed a child will love this–
even if you have never dressed
a child, you will love this!)
Did you hear about the teacher who was helping one of her
pupils put on his boots?
He asked for help and she could see why.
Even with her pulling and him pushing, the little boots
still didn’t want to go on.
By the time they got the second boot on, she had worked up a sweat.
She almost cried when the little boy said, ‘Teacher,
they’re on the wrong feet.’
She looked, and sure enough, they were.
It wasn’t any easier pulling the boots off than it was
putting them on.
She managed to keep her cool as, together, they worked to get the
boots back on, this time on the correct feet.
She bit her tongue, rather than get right in his face and
scream, ‘Why didn’t you say so? ‘ like she wanted to.
He then announced, ‘These aren’t my boots.’
Once again she struggled to help him pull the ill-fitting
boots off his little feet.
No sooner had they got the boots off when he said,
‘They’re my brother’s boots. My Mum made me wear ’em.’
Now she didn’t know if she should laugh or cry.
But she mustered up what grace and courage she had left to wrestle
the boots on his feet again.
Helping him into his coat, she asked, ‘Now, where are your
He said, ‘I stuffed ’em in the toes of my boots.’
She will be eligible for parole in three years.