No Blog the past two days.
Folks,
For the record, I was unable to get a blog posted the last two days
Gary
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Happy Birthday Bill Hosmer (DHS ’48): Tucson, AZ
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Happy birthday Carol Pritchard Corzine (DHS ’67): Denver City, TX
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Alaska Earthquake in 1964
Reply from Florence Hiatt Dahl (’49): Anchorage, AK
earthquake–still vidly remember 1964 earthquake here in Alaska—registered 92 and lasted for 5 minutes—-mentioned your earthquake to my daughter and she began to describe ours—and she was only 7 years old. yes they are terrable…………
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Reply from Darrel Korman: Kerrville, TX
Hi Gary. I don’t think we have ever met but any way, I graduated from Souris HS in 1953. Went into the Air Force and got discharged in Nov. 1957 and went to Alaska in Feb 1958 and stayed. Graduated from the U of A Fairbanks in 1964. After working in Anchorage for 3 years I got involved in the Oil Industry and went overseas for 33 years. Always kept our home in Alaska and went back there in 1998 and had my own consulting firm until 2008 when I retired. My wife and I traveled around the lower 48 for over 2 years and settled in Kerrville, TX.
Darrel
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Reply from Betty Watschke Cooley(’45): Redmond, WA
Gary:
When we first heard the news of your earthquake immediately our thoughts went to you and your family. So glad to learn from the DHS newsletter that you and your family were safe. As the various reports came in, along with some pictures of damages, the death toll climbing, etc. we were glad for your newsy report of you and your extended family and your safety and happy to learn you had no really extensive damage. After living in the Seattle area all these years, I’ve witnessed a number of quakes and can vividly remember each and every one of the larger ones and where and what I was doing at the time. My first experience was in l949 when we had a 7.1 and at first, I of course didn’t realize what it was — what an eyeopener!!
We’ve also been concerned about Bernadette’s health issues with all the ups and downs you have been facing. You are so lucky tho to have the necessary family assistance available. Great too that you were able to make the ND trip this summer — we enjoyed your reports.
Again I will echo many others comments about how grateful we are to all the efforts you put forth to keep us all informed about the “good ole days” of our Dunseith years. Thank you so very much.
Our thoughts and prayers are with you, Bernadette, and your extended family.
Betty Watschke Cooley — class of l945
Betty, Thank you so much for this nice reply and kind words. Someday I’d love to meet you in person too. As with so many folks, I feel I know so well already. Gary
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Cebu Philippines: Oktoberfest at the Xing restaurant last night
We had a struggle getting Bernadette to go, but once she got there, seeing all of her friends gave her a charge.
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Reply from Ken Striker: Dayton OH
Re: William Chelsie Striker’s Poetry:
This on-line part was left out of my post:
WEST: COWBOY POETRY ON POSTCARD SECTION
Striker, William Chelcie. “My Montana.” Spokane, WA: Robbins-Tillquist, [c1945]. 941
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“My Montana.”
Oh gorgeous state, you are a paradise!
With mountains wild that lift up towards the sky Their airy peaks with beauties that suffice The soul of man and make his ideals high. I love your pine trees hugging mountain’s cheek;
Your waterfalls that lecture to the stones; Your hazy valleys, stretching out to greet The log-hewn huts – the rancher’s novel homes. I love your various game; and eagle proud
That soars around the lonely, rocky nest, And as I stand a voice breaks sweet and loud; “Montana mine, queen of the Golden West.” |
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Joke of the day
Posted by Don Martel (Principal): Rosemount, MN
THE INSIDE TRACK AT THE HORSE RACES
A punter(gambler) was at the horse races playing the ponies and all but losing his shirt when he noticed that a priest stepped out on to the track and blessed the forehead of one of the horses lining up for the 4th race.
Lo and behold, that horse – a very long shot- won the race.
As the horses lined up for the next race, the priest again stepped onto the track and blessed one of the horses.
The punter made a beeline for a betting window and placed a small bet on the horse. Again, even though it was another long shot. The horse won the race.
The punter collected his winnings, and anxiously waited to see which horse the priest would bless next. He bet on it, and it won.
As the races continued, the priest kept blessing the long shots, and each one ended up winning.
The punter was elated. He made a mad dash to the ATM, withdrew all his savings, and waited for the priest’s blessing that would tell him the horse to bet on.
True to his pattern, the priest stepped onto the track for the last race and blessed the forehead of an old nag that was the longest shot of the day. This time he blessed the eyes, ears, and feet of the old nag.
The punter knew he had a winner and bet every cent he owned on the old nag and then watched, dumbfounded as she came in last. in a state of shock, he went down to the track where the priest was. Confronting the priest, he demanded, “Father! What happened? All day long you have blessed horses and they all won. Then in the last race, the horse you blessed lost by a mile. Now, thanks to you I’ve lost every cent of my savings.
The priest nodded wisely and then with sympathy said, “My son, that’s the problem with you Protestants. You can’t tell the difference between a simple blessing and the last rights.”