GENE A. ANDERSON (’67) (April 20, 1949 – January 24, 2014) Gene Anderson, age 64 of Dunseith, died Friday at his home. Funeral services will be held on Thursday, January 30, 2014 at 11:00 A.M. in the Dunseith Community Center. Visitation will be Wednesday, beginning at 4:00 P.M., in the Community Center. Cremation will take place after the services.
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Blog posted on February 17, 2008
2/17/2008Folks, There is a lot of history with these messages today. It’s great! Future generations will love us. Gary . From Ron Longie (65): Gary, I too have fond memories of K.C. my kid brother Donnie and I went into K.C.’s store on report card day, Donnie said he had received his report card but didn’t know what all the letters were for so K.C. asked Donnie to see his card, he started off with A- Excellent B- Very Good C- Average D- Not so good F- FINE needless to say Donnie was very excited to show his report card to dad after he got done reading him the riot act my brother couldn’t understand all the ruckus over his grades cause K.C. said the “F” meant fine. We laugh about it now but it wasn’t to funny then. Ron Longie (class of 65) . .
From Dave Slyter (70):
REMEMBER WHEN,
Mr. Nagel would yell, Ok please get out your typing books.� � Dave Slyter .
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From Diane Larson Sjol (70):
Remember Mrs Conroy and those arithmetic tests she used to have me�
write out during recess. Then she would put them on the mimeograph� machine and we would have the test in the afternoon. I never once� thought about cheating..Mrs. Seim cured me of that in the first grade.� We had a think and do workbook with three questions at the end of� the story. I wasn’t sure so I copied Debbie Morinville’s paper and we� both got it wrong and got F’s….Remember delivring May baskets and� making bowls out of 78 records and spraying them and cigar boxes� covered with macaroni with bronze colored spray paint. I can’t� remember how many macaroni boxes my mom got from us kids. I also� remember sitting out in the middle of the gravel street in Dunseith� before the roads were paved making mud pies. I think we lived in that� green and white barn house by the Fontaine’s and the Sister’s convent.� I also remember playing with the hoola hoop with the Grossman kids� and wearing sunsuits when Sister (the crabby one) came out and told us� we were sinful and were moving our bodies in sinful ways. We didn’t� have a clue what she was talking about. so next time we played with� the hoola hoop, we made sure she couldn’t see us so we wouldn’t go to� hell. .
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From Bonnie Awalt Houle (56):
Dear Gary,
The small Creamery on the South end of town was first owned by Clint and Hattie Anderson (Hattie Bailey Anderson Related to Vance Bailey) when they retired and moved to Rockford, Illinois they sold to Minnie Alvin who ran it for many years.
The lumber yard that was behind the bank, hardware store and postoffice, was owned by Mr. Schwab. (We used to crawl under the boards at the bottom of the lumber yard and play on the lumber. Mr. Schwab would chase us off and 10 minutes later we were all back in there again.)
Behind the Hardware store they kept a large flatbed trailer all one summer. We used to play on it like it was a huge tee-ter-tatar we’d run all to one end and it would come down and then we’d run to the other end and let it bang back again, back and forth until someone from inside (usually Bill Evans) would come out and yell for us to scram. He must not have been very scary because everyday we were back doing it again.
Joy Nordquist’s mother ran the confectionary for awhile when they first moved to Dunseith.
Ed and Edna Leonard had the Peace Garden Cafe when it was on the South end of town not far from the little creamery.
Do you remember Jackie Spaeth and his little pony and cart that he delivered the newspapers from?
What about Rowena Godfrey, her dad was the barber next to the Drug Store. They lived behind the Barber shop. I haven’t heard from her since they moved from Dunseith.
Bonnie (Awalt) Houle 1956
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From Dave Slyter (70):
I remember Minnie Alvin The sweet little lady that ran the Rugby creamery. She sure was a strong little lady. Always look forward to seeing her farm customers come into town when we had to deliver the cream to her. �
� Dave Slyter .
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From Gary Morgan (54):
Hi Gary & All,
In answer to Gary Metcalf, Mr. Schwab was the manager of the Great Plains Lumber Yard, owned by Farmers Union. Apparently, about the time that Mr. Schwab retired, Farmers Union decided Dunseith was only big enough for one lumber yard and brought in Harry Adams to manage Great Plains. They dropped their prices to rock bottom. I remember for a while they were selling cement for ten cents a bag less than cost. At this time there was a Great Plains lumber yard in about every town (sort of like (Cenex) so they could make up their loss someplace else. One thing we know about Farmers Union….they don’t like private enterprise and will eliminate it anytime they can. Those were lean years for the Morgan Lumber Co. and the only way my Dad survived was by going into the construction business. By being able to offer the complete package (materials & labor), he was able to hang on. Eventually, Farmers Union gave up and in the middle 50s offered to sell their lumber yard to Dad. Dad bought them out, tore down the lumber sheds and rented the lot to Harvey Hobbs. � Gary Morgan Class of 54 .
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From Bill Hosmer (48):
Hello again, Dunseithers. The names on main street mentioned by Gary
Metcalfe ring a few bells. Pete Richard early on had gas station, south of Hassen’s store. He had a son Pete Jr. about the age of my brother Don Hosmer, class of 52 or 53. Later on he had the variety store a few doors south of McCoys bar wich was just south of Hosmers Store. I have seen Pete Jr. in Dunseith , probably at the Dunseith Centennial in 1982. Bill Schwab owned the lumber yard which was east, across the alley One time when we were in our younger teens one summer a few of us were My Uncle Bob Hosmer told me that when he was a kid he did things like Sometimes these mailings really trigger a flood of remembrances. .
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Allen Richard’s (65) Reply to Gary Metcalfe (57):
To Gary Metcalfe–
About my relatives on Main Street. The gas station is a very old building. One of the oldest still standing on Main Street–similar time frame as the Red Owl, Gambles and stone garage. I’m not sure who built it, but Dad’s Uncle Joe Richard ran it until his death in the early 50′s. Then Vernon and Norman took it over. Vernon lived in the back part — it was pretty run down even then. Part of it included a couple small apartments, but they were so bad they didn’t rent it to anyone and it was finally torn away from the rest of the building. Vernon left first. He moved with his family to Seattle in the summer between my 2nd and 3rd grade. He had two kids in school at that time, Sandra was a year older than me and Sam a year younger. Ron Richard, Nolan “Skip” Vandal, whose mother Lorraine was Vernon’s sister, and I were all in the same grade. Norman Richard was Ron’s dad and he operated the station until Orphela Robert took it over. Skip’s dad, Norman Vandal ran the dray service.
Dad had two other uncles in the area as well as his grandparents in Dunseith around that time. Pete ran the Dime Store. He moved to Seattle before his son Pete Junior graduated from high school, shortly after his folks died. “Junior” in the Seattle area and is in land investment. He also owns farm land in several areas in ND. I was hoping he was in the market when I sold mine, but it didn’t work out.
Pete’s house was where Roland Mongeon’s house is now–right west of the Stone Church. Between the church and his house was a little house where my great-grandparents spent their last years.
The other uncle, Albert, I think was the maintenance man at the San until Erling Berg took over.
On the other side of the family, My Grandma Pigeon had the little house across the street from the gas station built for her. Unfortunately she died before it was finished. Dad and a couple of my uncles finished the house and it was rented it out for a few years before being sold as I recall
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1/26/2014 (1950)
Reply from Lee Stickland (’64): Dickenson, ND
Gary,
I sent a cc of (1949) to my daughter-in-law who works on the Cambridge College Campus in Boston. She, Kim, is a research scientist with a double PhD, pharmaco-toxicology. She has just experienced additional great achevements. She was recently ‘hi-jacked’ from a PUBLICLY TRADED company to come and work for a PRIVATE ENTERPRISE. She has had such good success in taking a drug to and through the final development stages including presenting to, and gaining approval from, the FDA to permit advancements for/to/in/very progressive new testings. That testing opportunity for this one specific drug has quickly moved into the direct phase of deciding dosages for patients with specific diseases. LEE s
On Saturday, January 25, 2014 12:33 PM, Lee Stickland <lee_stickland@yahoo.com> wrote:
Kim, Eric, and SAM,
Bill Hosmer is a magnificent representative of the Dunseith-spirit. Bill flew as a main pilot for the Air Force “Thunderbird” precision jet section, I believe in the 1960’s. Bill’s Dad, Jack, was a mail-carrier. Bill’s parents, Jack and Inez also owned a dry-good store in Dunseith for years.
Bill came to see Dad when Dad was in the nursing home here in Dickinson. That gesture is a true demonstration of the thoughtfulness of Bill.
Near the end of the attached article relative to “asparagus”, I see the word ‘ histone’; I sure do not know what that indicates.
Rod Hiatt is a brother to Earl Hiatt, the boy who was killed in car accident when I incurred the head injury in 1965. Rod is a successful auctioneer. His reference to KC Sine is about a man from Syria who owned the “Red and White” grocery store in Dunseith.
Bill Hosmer’s mother had been at a “Thunderbird” airshow in MPLS. She learned that the team would soon perform in Minot; +/- 80 miles SW as the crow-flies from Dunseith. She was able to visit with the a “commander” and quietly got the OK for the team to fly over Dunseith wihile on their “commute” to Minot.
KC Sine heard the horrendous noise, came out, saw the jets and ‘hit the deck’. He was not happy for the skinned knees, until he learned the occasion.
PHYLLIS—congrats on G G Daug. I am esp. attracted to HIS middle name.
Lee
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