From Theresa Cote Awalt (’48): Bottineau, ND
The picture of the wedding couple is my mother and dad, Emil Cote.
Reply from Vickie Metcalfe (’70): d Bottineau, ND
Gary and Bernice,
Bernice, I think Mr. Johnson knew you could carry a tune,
and you probably still sing well.
I’d like to share, I recall my first year as a teacher.
There was an active, little raven hair girl with twinkling bright eyes.
She often wore jeans and tennis shoes and fairly bounced with energy.
Every now and again, I see her through the years .
I hear a soft voice, “Hello, Miss Metcalfe.” I say, “Hello”.
Then, warm with a fond glow I remember the bright child who once
upon a time,
when ever excited to share, she’d pronounce, my name, “Miss
Messcalf” or “Miss Messy calf.”
On her class work, she always worked very hard.
And behold! By the end of her third grade year, she’d shortened my
name to Miss Mess.
A few years ago, all grown up, she found me. She said she had
something great to share.
She was so proud to share with me she’d accomplished Masters degree!
Wholly smokes! It gave me great pleasure hearing Anita Belgarde
Reply from Lola Metcalfe Vanorny (’69): Dunseith, ND
Bernice!!- the stories about your Dad are so interesting!!!!!! — He was such a unique man!!!- I REMEMBER HIM VERY WELL!!!_
But what i find so interesting about him amoungst the other characters in town that were true characters!!! whether they were funny or smart or whatever !!!_ is the LOVE he had for his God-!! his Church and his animals !!!- and most of all his family!!!!– He truly provided for you all without help from anyone!!! a true enterprenier and he did what he had to do to do it!!!- truly an admirable trait!!!_ AND A REAL –HONORABLE man!!!_
NO TRIBUTES – OR SPEACHES PRAISING HIS EFFORTS !!!!! OR PLACES OF HONOR — but truly a man of God- !!- I have more respect for him than i do for anyone who “lead the parade” or was named a disguinished man about town- or praise for all they did for anyone!!- I am sure no one knew what he did for the townsfolk who really needed help when there was no one to give them help!!- God bless his name!!-LOla and Jay Vanorny
Reply from Paulette LaCroix Chisholm (’68): Newark, Delaware
What a wonderful tribute you, your sisters and brother are to your parents, town folk and Ojibwe of Dunseith. Your father, to me, was one of those unforgettable characters of whom I’ve now had the pleasure of learning more. Reading your personal information certainly adds an even deeper level of appreciation for the rich lives of the people who made up our town. Thanks so much for sharing.
Paulette LaCroix Chisholm
Reply from Marsha Getzlaff Bakken (74): Anchorage, AK
I was so sorry to hear of your sweet pup. To have to say good bye is so hard and a part of your heart breaks. May your memories help you meet each day. My thoughts are with you all.
Marsha. ( Getzlaff) Bakken
Thank You Marsha,
Great hearing from you too. I wasn’t sure if you were receiving these daily blogs or not. A few years back I was getting returns telling me that my messages to you were being returned. I put you on another distribution list with distribution from another email address and I never got any more messages, so the switch must have worked.
How well I remember you aunt Gloria Getzlaff Hagen too.
Are you still in Anchorage?
Reply from Allen Richard (’65): Midland, MI.
Sofie is sleeping with Susan now. Susan is tired and possibly has the flu. Sofie — our mutt —— Husky– German Shepard— Springer spaniel — wolf always knows when anyone in the family is not up to snuff. Amazing.
Blog posted on February 9, 2008
From Marie Iverson Staub (60):
I know you’ve heard this before but thanks so much for all the great Emails.
The Email from Marge Landsverk (Fish) I’m not sure were Mary came from but
it is Marie. Marge mentioned my mom loved lavender so maybe thats why it’s
my favorite color.
I also remember the Lacroix family as they lived next door.Paulette was a lot
younger than me but I remember Charlotte and Gregory used to play marbles with my brother Archie.
Henry and Gladys were such great neighbors to my folks. I loved seeing the pictures of different people because you remember them as they looked when
you last saw them. Charlotte sure looks like her mom.
I better close for now as I could go on and on.
Thanks again Gary
Marie Iverson (Staub) 60
Marie, your messages are listed – From Mary Staub. If you have not sent a message to your self, you probalby wouldn’t know. Gary
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Memories from Janice Leonard Workman (56):
Hi Gary, It has been so much fun reading all the notes from people who lived in Dunseith. One memory I have of Dunseith is of the old warming shed at the skating rink. I don’t know what happened to it, I was thinking a fire, but it was just gone one winter. Bonnie Awalt Houle and I spent many hours skating there and after the warming shed was gone, we did use the jail for warming. More than once there would be prisoners that we would visit with. I wonder if my mother knew. Frank Flynn would flood the lot and most of the time it was very smooth, if the wind didn’t blow when he was flooding it. Frank lived just south of my folk’s café, next to Billy Wright’s grocery store. Then across the side street from him, further south, was Emil Hassen’s grocery and dry goods store. Across Main Street from Billy’s was KC’s which was also groceries and dry goods. Can you imagine that Dunseith had 5 grocery stores at that time??? North of the café was Clint Anderson’s creamery and then Ray Wilson’s office. Ray was the judge and also took in dry cleaning to be sent to Westhope. He did driver’s licenses and I suppose most legal papers. I remember helping with the driver’s licenses when I was in 2ndgrade. Do you think that would fly today??? Frank and Ray were my two favorite people outside my family until I started school and had friends my own age. My uncle Arnold Lilleby had the theater and also the funeral home on the corner. He and his family lived there for many years before he bought the house down by the creek. My uncle Louis Lilleby and his wife lived across the street from the Northern Hotel (Adrian Egbert) and at one time had the taxi service in town. This is getting a little long, but Thanks, Gary for doing this for all use Dunseith junkies. Janice Leonard Workman
Message from Susan Brew Roussin (59):
Thanks so much for the memories. I was surprised to see a note from Mary (Iverson) Staub. She was one of my early girlfriends. Don’t know if she remembers me, I was Susan Brew until 1958, when I married and moved to St. Louis, MO. I later returned to the Dunseith and Belcourt area and got my high school diploma. The classmates of ’59, still accept me as one of their own. Thank God. I have four children, Dawn, Debbie, Marie (Mary Jane) and Mike. The girls are in three different states, MN, IN, and NC. Only my son is close by. I have 13 grandcuties, and three great grandbabies, all girls in NC. Have a super day.
Rod Hiatt’s (69) reply to Paulette LaCroix (68) and Johnny Meyer:
A reply to Paulette’s question about the red headed lady on horseback.
That was Hazel Hiatt, my Grandpa Johns 2nd wife. Hazel always wore her
hair really short, dressed in mens jeans and western shirt and hat and
98% of the time at first glance you thought she was a he. In fact one
year at the Bottineau horse show she got 2nd or 3rd place in mens
western pleasure, but they took the ribbon back. Hazel was a very hard
working person who treated us kids just great. We all thought very
highly of her, but it was very touchy situation back then as my Grandma
was still living and family get togethers sometimes seemed quite cold.
Anyway she was quite a horse woman with a good heart.
A short story about Johnny Meyer. Johnny trucked alot of horses for my
dad and one time we pastured out near Bowbells and I rode with Johnny in
the semi to take aload of mares to pasture. Well we had a flat so he
pulled into Kenmare and went into the Farmers Union looking for tools
like he was in the shop at Dales. As we were changing the tire, with the
truck parked on the street, a business man came walking by in his nice
suit, and politely stated that maybe Johnny should have his flashers on.
Johnny looked at the truck than the man and politely said ” If they
can’t see the %$^&* truck how the hell to do think they could see the
flasher” The man just turned and walked away with a puzzled look on his
Ele Dietrich Slyter’s (69) reply to – Hazel Hiatt:
I think you are remembering Hazel Hiatt, second wife of Johnny Hiatt. I am sure others will have lots of stories about her. Very hard working lady and a dedicated horse lover. With John trading horses all the time how could she be anything else??
Lorie Hiatt’s (88) reply – Hazel Hiatt:
I think the little red haired lady Paulette is talking about is Hazel. She was John Hiatt’s wife and they lived on the outskirts North of town and she did train horses.
Dick Johnson’s (68) reply – Hazel Hiatt & Issac:
Gary and all
Sounds like Issac is our man. They kived in a small store
building on the south side of the lumber yard on main street.
This building was torn down about 1960 and replaced by the
clinic. We lived right across the alley to the east. Paulette
asked about the slim horse gal===Hazel Hiatt. She was John
Hiatt’s second wife.
Larry Hackman’s (66) reply to Gary Metcalfe (57):
Yes, I do remember you and you did graduate from Hilltop before I started in 1954. I remember my brothers and I were walking home from Hilltop and we came upon you and Larry Sime measuring fields. You let us get up in the back of the pickup and gave us a ride to the east approach to our farm. It was a slow ride, but interesting. You would drive and drag the measuring chain ahead and push in a chaining pin and Larry, walking, and following the procedure, would pick up the chaining pins. So, did you just stick them pins in the ground, so Larry would have something to do? Gary, Here is a memory check question? Was it a dark green 1953 Chevrolet pickup you were driving on that nice summer day way back when?
Gary, Tony my oldest brother is retired and living in Minot, has never invested in a computer. Henry my other brother is on Gary’s mailing list and he does read this stuff faithfully every day. He hasn’t sent any messages yet. I think it has something to do with Mr. Lykins, typing class. He said every time he got to typing good, Mr. Lykins would come by and push his elbows down. This would then cause all of his keys to bunch up and lock together. Then Mr. Lykins would stand there and grumble about the keys getting bent and damaged, untill you got them all separated. Apparently, Henry is still paranoid about typing to this day. Ha. I just can’t visualize Mr. Lykins becomeing a Texan, Well, maybe, if he puts on a hat or just turns it around and some Tony Lama boots?