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Tim Hill (68) recently earned the Eagle Award from the Minot Area Chamber of Commerce for outstanding customer service. Tim works for SRT Communications. Congratulations Tim!
I am glad we “got” to wear pants to school back in the day, “winter”.
This cold winter has me thinking of stories about cold, tough, long
Laura Ingall’s Wilder’s “The Long Winter” where Laura’s Pa relayed
the forecast of an old Indian about the coming winter, which proved to
be a tough one.
Our High School junior literature class, Robert Service’s, “The
Cremation of Sam McGee”. I think we memorized part of it.
This brings to my mind, my dad’s favorite story teller/artist
Charlie M. Russell’s “The Last of the 10,000” .
We are a hardy lot here in Dakota presently cocooned in many multiple
layers of clothing.
But, I must say I am a bit jealous,as you all look so comfortable
and content in the photos of your New Years celebration in the South
Until later, Vickie
|Frank F. Vivier
(April 1, 1943 – December 27, 2013)
Frank F. Vivier, age 79 of Dunseith, died Friday, December 27, 2013 in a Dunseith Nursing home. Memorial services will take place at a later date. Cremation has taken place.
Frank Vivier, a son of Peter and Yvonne (Laverdure) Vivier, was born on April 1, 1934 at Belcourt. Frank became disabled at a young age because of an illness. He lived with his mother in Rolla for a time. They moved to Madison, WI. After her death he moved to California. In 1992 he moved to Dunseith and had resided there since.
He loved to go to the Belcourt casino. Frank also enjoyed weaving thread. He was a member of St. Michael’s Catholic Church.
He is survived by brothers, Ralph Vivier and Louis Vivier both of Madison, WI; a sister Isabelle DeCoteau of Dunseith; many nieces and nephews.
Haste Ye Back
Vickie L. Metcalfe
Do you know that when a woman wears a leather dress,
a man’s heart beats quicker, his throat gets dry,
He gets weak in the knees, and he begins to think irrationally.
Ever wonder why?
It’s because she smells like a new golf bag
band described by Dick Johnson. It made me believe that Don Johnson
gave more positive stuff to more people than anyone I know. The last
time I saw him was when he was leading the band down Dunseith’s main
street at one of my visits home during Dunseith Days. His grin and
wink, when he recognized me, stays with me these many years later.Dave Slyter mentioning his dad, Freddie Hiatt, reminded me about the
last time I saw him in the Rugby hospital. I had just taken my dad,
Jack Hosmer there for an examination in 1987. Freddie and I had a
long conversation while waiting for the examination to finish. He
and I had spent alot of time in friendship over many years. He was a
Dunseith character I admired for his friendship, loyalty to the
community, and his positive attitude. He told me his condition,
which was serious, but told it with all the optimism he could gather.
This was also the last time I saw my dad. And the beat goes on.
Additionally, I live right near the Birchwood golf course, as a matter
of fact, right next to the nineth fairway. Sure did not know that
Dave and his dad cleared that land. In the summer months, during the
end of the day, the setting sun brings shadows across those rolling
hills and the ponds, which I usually take time to observe for its
beauty. Now when I do it, it will have more significance. I will
give silent tribute to Freddie, Dave, Uncle Wallace, and the rest of
the family who helped create this little piece of North Dakota beauty.
In parting, it seems to me that the power of prayer by your readers
and contributors had a most positive and miraculous effect on the
medical adventures experienced by one of us, Bev Morinville. I am
happy to know that she is recovering way above the expected
schedule. Probably, the spirit of loyalty and love gave her and all
of us a huge lesson . Cheers, Bill Hosmer
Ha Ha I had forgot all about that little incident. ha If I recall I was either way to small or the bass drum was way to big for me to see over the top. ha ha Thanks