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Isn’t that Richard carrying the flag??
Good Day Gary
I’m sure a 100 people have corrected you on the horseback rider caring
the flag. I don’t ever recall seeing David Slyter
on a horse, that was Shag(aka Richard)
Richard got his nickname back in the summer of 68 when he went south
combining with my Dad(Howard) and a few others including myself. Back in
the 60’s longer hair was the thing (in our eyes, not Howards) anyway
Richard’s was quite long and Dad said
he looked like a damn Shaggy Dog, and to this day he is still called
Shag, Shaggy or Shaggy Dog by a whole lot of people. Shag worked with us
a long time and every time I wrote his paycheck, I would have to pause
for a second before I wrote the right name on the check.
To Aggie
Since this blog has begun, I have had the opportunity of emailing a
number of times with Aggie, as she was a classmate of mine in
the 5th and 6th grade. This past few weeks she has spoke up more than I
believe she did the entire 5th grade. I will always remember her as the
girl with the big smile and the sparkle in those dark brown eyes. Keep
up the good work Aggie, I love reading your memories.
We are having our 40 year class reunion(Bottineau High) next week. Brian
Johnson and Marlys Zorn, Ron Rieke are 3 other Dunseith transfers that
graduated BHS in 69. Sure hope all the rest of them see me as that young
man that I see in the mirror every morning,
Rod: Brian, Marlys & Ron are all on our distribution list too. Brian Johnson is married to Carrie Salmonson, daughter of Harlan/LaDonna Salmonson. They live one mile west of the Ackworth Cemetery on the north side of our old swimming hole, Pederson lake. Marlys Zorn lives in Nebraska and Ron Rieke lives in Texas.
I recently picked up Carrie’s email address with some Ackworth cemetery correspondence. I had no idea she was married to Brian Johnson. I had to rack my brain, but I do remember Brian. When you are a kid a 4 year age difference is a lot of years. Rod, I remember you well, mainly because I have known your family since the day I was born. I remember & know Brian’s parents, Lester/Marian Johnson, well too. I have continued to see them over the years with our many visits back to the area. They lived across the street from my parents on main street in Bottineau and I’d see Marion when she worked at the Senior center for many years. Carrie and I have recently exchanged several very interesting messages. She is such a friendly person, just like her sister Debbie Metcalfe who works at the First National Bank in Bottineau. Dad used to love to go into the bank just to shoot the breeze with Debbie. She was one of his favorites. He never needed an excuse to go in there either. Gary
Gary and Friends,
I think the center girl on the float is Charlene Pearson Woods and the
flag bearer on horseback is Richard Slyter. In an earlier posting he was
correctly identified as Richard. I think the 1966 Chevy convertible was
owned by Dennis Danielson from Rolette. He later married Gail Henning.
For some reason I think that was the car he had. I can’t remember who
had the 1961 Pontiac convertible, but it looks to me like Don Mongeon
driving. Could be wrong on both counts but someone will know and correct
me, I hope. Thanks Gary !
Dick
Reply also from Dick Johnson:
Gary and Friends,
Myra Henning Halvorson’s question about the skating party up here at
the farm, I don’t believe was answered. The reposting of the choir
pictures and her question had me thinking. There were several
snowmobiles that kids brought and I remember using the loader tractor to
clean the snow off a spot on Horseshoe Lake in front of our place so
kids could skate. Many times I have wondered what ever happened to the
pictures I had seen of that day. Today it dawned on me–it wasn’t
pictures I had seen–it was Dad’s old 8 mm movies. Some of the kids
pushed our old aluminum boat out onto the lake and someone else hooked
it behind a snowmobile and gave kids rides around the lake on the snow
covered ice. One I remember being in the boat was Tara Martinson and she
is on the film. Art Hagen had a blue Sno-Jet snowmobile and Lester
Getzlaff was riding an Arctic Cat, I do remember that. Two reasons–Art
ran into the guy wire on the yard pole and took a spill, and Lester took
the lead on a trail ride and got lost somewhere south of the lake. Dawn
Gregory lost her glasses in the woods and I went and found them on the
trail—lucky break! I was home from Grand Forks that weekend and helped
out with the party. If I remember right after the fun outside, all the
kids were in the basement of my folk’s house for sloppy joes and hot
chocolate, etc. I think it was the winter of ’70-’71 but I’m not sure.
Myra, thanks for remembering and appreciating that day. Thanks Gary!
Dick
Message from Marge Longie Langan Wilcox (56): Vancouver, WA
Gary,
as soon as I get into my pic’s I have some pic’s of the Dunseith gang.
I didn’t realize that Rhonda Hiatt lives so close to me.
Marge Wilcox…
Yes Marge, Battle Ground, WA is just a short distance north of Vancouver, WA. We’d love to see your pictures. Gary
Reply from Aggie Casavant (69): Fort Mill, SC
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Hey Rhonda, I remember you well during the days working in the kitchen at the Dunseith Nursing Home,and my short time at Dales Cafe. Yeah we got alot of laughs at the nursing home…especially you with this”Cheesey Rider” thing you would always do. You were so crazy,alot of fun.
Do you remember that nightmare night at Dales Cafe,when we had to shut down the cafe right in the middle of supper rush hour,cuz one waitress went home sick,the other waitress was in training,got overwhelmed cuz she was by herself and walked out. I was left with the dishwasher, to try and cook and wait tables.The people who lucked out and got something to eat came up to the cash register to pay,only to find out neither me nor the dishwasher knew how to run the cash register. I had never been a short order cook in my life,let alone run a cash register. People kept coming, some trying to get in,some trying to get out(believe me when I say the ones trying to get out…wanted out in the worse way)talk about crazy…. At one point I remember trying to call George and Patti,but couldn’t reach them for some reason, so at that point, I worked my way thru the crowd standing by the door,pulled down the closed shade on the door,and locked it…You should of seen the look of shock on the peoples face, like…Why is she locking us in here??? The whole Cafe was in a buzz,everyone talking at once…I was trying to talk over the roar,”Hey, I shouted,Could I have all your attention! I said,listen, I’m sorry everthings crazy in here tonite,but this is my first night as cook,one waitress couldn’t be here,the other got overwhelmed and walked out,and me and the dishwasher don’t know how to run the cash register,so what we’ll do is, those of you who are in here can stay and we’ll feed you, those who are outside trying to get in are going to stay out there.If you choose to stay your supper will be on George &Patti,cuz again we don’t know how to run the cash register.(A corporate decision had to be made….so I made it…) The customers being the honest people that they were,didn’t feel comfortable with that decision. So I said,Then just leave as much money as you can closest to the amount in this jar and will call it a deal. All the while when this was going on,people kept coming to the door,looking puzzled,but before walking away would stop,and with thier hands cupped, pressing against the window looking in trying to see what was going on inside. Most of the people left without eating,the rest just ordered simple hamburgers.The last customer left at around 9:00P.M. I can’t remember who the dishwasher was that stayed,and helped me…was it you Rhonda? The only customers that I remember for sure,was Elewood and Eleanor Fauske,cuz they were so sweet.I remember everyone else was pretty nice,trying to be helpful but their faces are just a blurr.I remember when the last person left we sat down looking at the mess around us,dishes stacked all over,none of the booths were cleared…So verrrrrry sloooooowwwwly we got up and stareted cleaning up the mess. I remember it took us forever…and we didn’t get out of their like 2:30 A.M. I remember with my last ounce of energy cleaning that grill,after I got done,I shine up the hood over the grill and went home… If anyone was in the cafe that night I would really like to hear their version,cuz I’m sure I missed alot. Rhonda were you there that night? Aggie
Aggie, You mentioned the Fauske’s. I just happen to have a recent family picture and a nearly 50 year old picture of the Fauske family. They are a good family of great folks. Elwood and Eleanor were married in 1942, so they will be celebrating 67 years of marriage this year. One would not realize that by looking at this recent photo. I got a message from Carrole/LaVerne Rude several days ago. They plan on being back in Bottineau for the Q-centennial this month. My guess (99%) is that they will be staying with Elwood & Eleanor. They live just east of the Bottineau fair grounds.
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Elwood Fauske Family in About 1961/62
Back L to R: Carrole, Russell & Connie
Front L to R: Eleanor, Arlinda (Lindy), Beth, Brian & Elwood
Elwood Fauske Family – November 2008
L to R: Carrole, Brian, Connie, Eleanor, Elwood, Beth, Russell & Arlinda (Lindy)
Folks, This picture was taken at the Ackworth cemetery in July 2004 the day of our mother, Elaine Stokes’, burial.
My brother Allen was know as big Al to a lot of you folks. He and his wife Janet live in San Diego, CA.
July 2004
Leola Hiatt Lagerquist & Allen Stokes
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