A couple of comments. First of all, I loved the Laura Ingalls Wilder books and have read and reread them, passed them down to my kids and they to theirs. How exciting to know there is a connection to someone we know. And to my sister Cheryl, I don’t remember the snowstorm since we weren’t very old. But I do remember the move to Virginia and the ritual at the end of the day with taps sounding. When we lived in Germany at Wildflecken, one of the things I remember is early in the morning the German troops would march and sing cadence. We could look out of our third story window and see them. At the end of the day, taps would sound, cars would stop, soldiers get out and salute signifying the end of another glorious day. Thanks Dad for all the great memories and experiences of being an Army brat.
Diane
Norm Larson, being with Bob Hosmer when he delivered groceries to Homer
and Willie, the Texas duck hunters who were stranded in the snow. I
didn’t know Bob Hosmer had a partner with him when he made the trip to
help the guys out. History continues to reveal more details through our
conversations on Gary’s Blog! First the Studebakers and now the
snowbound Texas duck hunters. The only thing I really remember about
the Texas guys was their old 1940s dark green Dodge school bus camper
that they drove all the way from Texas to hunt here in the Turtle
Mountains each fall. The only engine Dodge produced for trucks at the
time was a flathead six cylinder that was not very powerful so it must
have been a long slow ride. We had a grain truck with the same engine
and it was really underpowered especially with a load of grain on it.�
Thanks Cheryl and Gary!
Dick
I remember those Texas Duck hunters very well too and their school bus converted into a motor home. They always went past our place north with each of their trips every fall. Most often they’d stop out by the cemetery and of coarse we’d always paid them a visit. I remember one year the roads were rough and their bus didn’t have enough power to make it up the Cemetery hill. Dad hooked onto the front of their bus with our little ford tractor to give them the extra power to get up the hill.Gary
Doreen,I have included Virgil with both yesterday’s and today’s blog.With your comment about being dressed up and with Viola having a Corsage, I checked their history in the 1984 Bottineau Centennial book and discovered a picture, pasted below, with Viola wearing the same dress and Corsage celebrating her and Alfred’s 25 Wedding Anniversary on March 31, 1960.Gary
Thank you so much Kenny for this reply and identification of the Peggy. We’ve nailed this one.Gary
Ken,Thank you so much for these nice pictures, especially the one of Oscar and Sylvia. I have that same picture, but from a newspaper and not nearly as clear as the one you have provided. Oscar and Sylvia were very close family friends of ours in my growing up days.I think this picture was taken of Oscar & Sylvia on their golden anniversary in 1979? I’m kind of thinking they had their celebration at the Christian Center at Lake Metigoshe. This is exactly the way I remember them. They were a great couple. They had no children. Oscar was a brother to Clayton Bergan’s father. Sylvia Lockhart Bergan’s mother was a Striker. Oscar & Sylvia lived a few miles east of Lake Metigoshe and several miles north of #43. They lived close to Bernard Kavlie and Lars Sivertson.Gary
An old, blind cowboy wanders into an all-girl biker bar by mistake.
He finds his way to a bar stool and orders a shot of Jack Daniels .
After sitting there for a while, he yells to the bartender, ‘Hey, you wanna hear a blonde joke?’
The bar immediately falls absolutely silent.
In a very deep, husky voice, the woman next to him says,
‘Before you tell that joke, Cowboy, I think it is only fair, given that you are blind, that you should know five things:
1. The bartender is a blonde girl with a baseball bat.
2. The bouncer is a blonde girl.
3. I’m a 6-foot tall, 175-pound blonde woman with a black belt in karate.
4. The woman sitting next to me is blonde and a professional weight lifter.
5. The lady to your right is blonde and a professional wrestler.
Now, think about it seriously, Cowboy. Do you still wanna tell that blonde joke?’
The blind cowboy thinks for a second, shakes his head and mutters, ‘No…not if I’m gonna have to explain it five times.