3/7/2013 (1734) | Dunseith Alumni

My 2nd grade teacher: Geraldine LaFromboise Marcavage

Message from Warren Anderson (’65): Rolette, ND

Gary your 2nd grade teacher- Geraldine Marcavage is wanting to be on the web. Her E-mail is: GeraldineMarcavage@yah

Thank you so much Warren for sending us Geraldine’s email address.

Geraldine,

How nice to have you included with our network of folks. I’ll bet you remember some good stories from the year you taught up at Ackworth too. Yes, I was your 2nd grade student. I remember you so well. How did we ever rate such a beautiful gal like you for a teacher. That you can not dispute either because I’ve got the picture to prove it posted below. If you look close you can see your signature (Geri) on the picture too. As I remember you were 19 years old at the time too. You stayed with us that school year too. I believe it was school year 54/55? Do you remember the big blizzard we had that year? I remember we were snowed in for a few days. I remember dad and someone else shoveling your car out of our yard. I am thinking you had a convertible too. I am sure the top was up though.

With our reunion in 2007, which by the way was the first we had met since you taught at Ackworth, I was very impressed with your very detailed level of recall of the Ackworth folks.

We are excited to hear from you too.

Keep in touch,

Gary

Reply to Cream of Lutefisk Soup posting yesterday

From Norma Manning (Ruth Peterson’s daughter): Princeton, IL

I know a few people that would buy it. Myself included.

Norma, Your email address says it all. Gary

IT IS A GIRL see picture below!

Posting from Larry Liere: Devils Lake, ND and AZ

We are back in Devils Lake for a few days to greet the new Granddaughter Alice Ann or Anne Thompson 9lbs. 5oz 20 1/2 inches being held by big sister Isabelle. The debate is to spell Ann or Anne with out without the E.

LARRY & KAREN

Posted by Neola Kofoid Garbe: Bottineau & Minot, ND

Joke of the day

Posted by Art Hagen (’72): Bottineau, ND & Cebu, Philippines

CAR KEYS
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                Several days ago as I left a meeting at a hotel; I desperately gave myself a personal TSA pat down.
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                I was looking for my keys. They were not in my pockets. A quick search in the meeting room revealed nothing.
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                Suddenly I realized I must have left them in the car. Frantically, I headed for the parking lot.
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                My husband has scolded me many times for leaving the keys in the ignition.
My theory is the ignition is the best place not to lose them.

                His theory is that the car will be stolen.
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                As I burst through the door, I came to a terrifying conclusion. His theory was right. The parking lot was empty.
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                I immediately called the police. I gave them my location, confessed that I had left my keys in the car, and that it had been stolen.
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                Then I made the most difficult call of all, “Hi, honey,” I stammered, ( I always call him “honey” in times like these) “I love you.”
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                “I left my keys in the car and it’s been stolen.”
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                There was a period of silence. I thought the call had been dropped, but then I heard his voice.
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                “Are you kidding’ me”, he barked, “I dropped you off” !!! !!!!
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                Now it was my time to be silent. Embarrassed, I said, “Well, come and get me.”
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                He retorted, “I will, as soon as I convince this cop I didn’t steal your car.”
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                Yep it’s the golden years………