Orvin Hagen
Reply from Linda Gardner (BHS ’68): Vienna, VA
Hi Gary – May be we will be able to meet in ND. I plan to be there the first 8 days in July. Will be staying with my brother, Lloyd, in Towner but I’m sure I’ll be up to Bottineau at least once or more. I spoke with Orvin over the weekend to see if he wants to come up with me. I’m flying into Fargo and renting a car from there. He said he’d get back to me. He had to yodel and sing for me, of course. What a guy!
Yes Linda we’d love to see you and Orvin too. I will give him a call too. If you can get Orvin to Dunseith/Bottineau we will have to have a big reunion.
Gary
Class of 67
Reply from LeaRae Parrill Espe (’67): Bottineau, ND
Reply to Joan LaCroix’s picture. I remember that Joan had a birthday party at her farm. She must have taken the picture. I believe we were in 6th grade. I remember Mary Helen Anderson (and also Gene Anderson) joined our class that year from country school. I remember going home through Dave Eurich’s pasture-it was only a little over a mile across the back way. I think Joan’s sister Donna drove and we rode on some type of flatbread.
Are Karen Davis and Barbara Allery still in the Dunseith area? I have lost track of them.
Our class has never had our own reunion. What do ;you think -class of 67-should we wait four more years and go for 50? Can we afford to wait? Most of us are still here, but we have lost Florence Gunville and Ronnie LaRocque. Ronnie was in the class of 37 of us who started in 1955 with my mom, Mildred Parrill. as our teacher.
I believe Ronnie fell behind after missing alot of days for sickness.
Jim Berube, Mary Helen Anderson, Beverly Azure, Mary Ann Casavant and I met a few times to try to plan and make contacts for a 40th when Dunseith was 125 in 2007. Jim ordered shirts so if he still has them we might have to wear them and try to pretend we are 10 years younger!
We didn’t get much of a response at the all school.
I think we have everyone identified on Joan’s picture, please correct the spellings K. Flynn, Sharon Tooke, Patsy Medrud. Thanks Gary. LeaRae
Joke of the day
Posted by Mel Kuhn (’70): St. John, ND
There comes a time when a woman just has to trust her husband. For
example…
A wife came home late one night, and quietly opened the door to their
bedroom. From under the blanket she saw four legs instead of two.
She reached for a baseball bat and started hitting the blanket as hard as
she could.
She left the covered bodies groaning and went to the kitchen to get a
drink.
As she entered the kitchen, she saw her husband reading a magazine.
“Hi Darling”, he said, “Your parents have come to visit, so I let them
stay in our bedroom, did you say hello?”
