Happy Belated (1/26) Birthday Allen Richard (DHS ’65): Midland, MI
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Happy Birthday Colette Hosmer (DHS ’64): Santa Fe, NM
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Happy Birthday Colette Hosmer
From Diane Larson Sjol (’70): Minot & Lake Metigoshe, ND
Happy Birthday to my cousin, Colette Hosmer, who has the same birthday as my mother. Hope to see you this summer up in ND at Metigoshe!
Another memory of Mrs. Conroy….she taught me in the 4th grade upstairs in the big white building. Had a fire drill and as a chubby girl, I was petrified to go down those rickety metal steps on the fire escape. The entire school was out on the lawn and begging me to come down. I am not sure I ever did. I remember feeling frozen up there. Mrs. Conroy also lliked my handwriting so when we had a test, I got to stay in and write the test for her and she would go and copy it on the mimeograph machine….never thought about cheating. Haha…And she was very into crafts…we took 78 records and she put them in the oven and softened them and then poked in the sides in about four places, making a bowl. Then we got to spray paint them gold. Everything we made we spray painted gold…cigar boxes with macaroni on them etc. Those were some fun times. I remember putting a May basket at her doorstep and running away.
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Issac Belgarde
Memory from Dick Johnson (’68): Dunseith, ND
Gary and Friends,
Back in 1957, my dad signed a contract to teach school in
Towner where he had attended all of his elementary grades while Grandpa
Hans owned the Towner Flour Mill and the John Deere dealership. Towner
seemed like home, or so he thought. We only stayed there one year and
he got a job in Rolette and we moved back to Dunseith permanently.
Things had changed in Towner in the 15 years since he left and he just
wasn’t completely satisfied there. Anyway, to my point, I got to know
lots of people in and around Towner from the time we lived there so each
summer I would ask to go there and stay with Dad’s aunt for a few days
around the Fourth of July Celebration as that was Towner’s big day. They
had the big Towner Rodeo and the street dance and all the cowboy scraps
on Main Street after the rodeo and socializing. I don’t think the
cowboys called it socializing then but you know what I mean. Anyway,
this is a story for Bernice Belgarde about her dad, Issac. Of course
by the early ’60s I knew Issac quite well and at the rodeo I saw Issac
riding a very beautiful high spirited horse. He entered the calf roping
competition and when they called his name, I was paying close attention
and hoping for the best. What you need to remember is that most of
these guys that compete have used this same system so their horses know
what they need to do when the gate bangs open and the calf runs out wide
open for the other end of the arena. Issac could rope with the best of
them but he did it out in the real world without the noisy equipment and
the crowd noise. Issac nodded that he was ready and the gate banged
open and the calf shot out like rocket. Issac’s nice horse spooked from
the noise and jumped back. Issac got control and went after the calf
but it was too late as the calf had made it to the far end. I still
remember how bad I felt for Issac when the announcer said jokingly,
“Mister Belgrade (that was what he said, not Belgarde) you’re gonna have
to get a better horse or a longer rope.” Issac had the nicest horse
there and probably the most experience roping too but this was totally
different than what he or his horse expected. I sure felt bad for
Issac. Thanks Gary!
Dick
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Reply to yesterday’s Posting
From Vickie Metcalfe (’70): Bottineau, ND
Don, Neola, and Gary,
The Bottineau Courant this week , has photos and a great article
written by Scott Gillis Wager.
Mr. Keebles (Wahpehton) and Mr. Gillis (Dunseith) who attended
Indian boarding school
as children together, went on and continued to lead productive lives.
I can’t send but perhaps Neola has the talent.
Thanks.
Vickie
On Jan 25, 2014, at 11:36 AM, Don Aird wrote:
Thanks that was a great story we really did treat Indians badly. I sent that story to my Veterans, many are part Cherokee.
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Mrs Conroy
Memory from Dick Johnson (’68): Dunseith, ND
Gary and Friends,
Mrs. Conroy seems to have impacted many of her students in a
very positive way. In the rerun of some of our old blog messages we have
talked about some of the things we made in her art class. Here is the
one thing I still have from those days in the fourth grade, upstairs in
the old white school. It was the front of a Christmas card and the
inscription at the bottom says ‘Silent Night’. Some of my favorite
early memories. Thanks Gary!
Dick
Cebu Expat dinner this past Monday
Shangri-La’s Mactan Resort & Spa
With a 60% discount, we had a 130 folks attend this dinner. It was a good one.
They had the whole area reserved for us.
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Blog posted on February 20, 2008
Diane Larson’s (70) reply to Gary Stokes’ (65) question (repeated from yesterday):
Diane, Were you able to make it down to Santa Fe, NM last month to help your cousin Colette Hosmer (64) celebrate her Birthday? Gary
Gary, Yes I did…we had a great time and I will send some photos….just�
stayed at her house with friends and family. She and I hit some shops�
and had a marvelous meal the evening before at one of her favorite�
Mexican restaurants….had all the Mariache (sp) girls serenade her. �
She ended up running into a fellow who worked with her in the early�
days of her art career about 35 years ago. They had a wonderful�
reminiscing and he remembered when she got a job as a clerk in the�
gift shop at the gallery. Colette said she loved that job because it�
brought her closer to the gallery and the art she so loves. What was�
so amazing was that she ended up having quite a successful showing of�
her own art there this past summer…and this fellow she knew happened�
to go there and see her wonderful work. She should be leaving any day�
now for another trip to China. Diane
Colette, If at all possible, we’d love to hear from you while you are in China? I know this is a work related trip with your Art and I’m assuming you plan on being over there for a few months. Gary
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Dave Wurgler’s (64) reply to Dick Johnson (68) – KC Sine’s Model “T”:
Reply to Dick Johnson of K C Sine’s model T pickup. That first picture had to be back in 1968 cause the blue chevy parked by the Garden Tap is a 1966 chevy belair and the Ford in front is a 1968 Ford Galixy. We left Dunseith in 1966 so I would not remember the parade. The next picture I’m not sure but the new Security Bank building was not their when we left in 1966. So any one with more info—–GITTER DUN—– Dave Wurgler
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From Marge Landsverk Fish (57) – Mrs. Conroy & memories:
Hi Gary and All,
I had Mrs. Conroy in 5th. grade in the white frame school building in the upper floor.
I always liked crafts and remember painting on glass over a picture and then removing the picture and putting crushed tin foil behind it.
I remember also making fall bouquets with dried weeds (milk pods, wheat and etc.) We would put water in a pail and then put oil paint in and dip the weeds in. They were real pretty.
This was probably before spray paint.
I also was friends with Coleen. She was about a year younger than I was.
In Highschool I remember the Home Ec. teacher but can’t remember her name. We divided up the class and made special meals. I learned to knit argyle socks which was real neat.
In the evening we used to sew in the home ec. room and someone would make fudge.
Are there any one out there that remembers the dances at Kelvin? That was some old time music.
Marge (Landsverk) Fish Class of 57
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From Gary Metcalfe (57) – Memories:
Hello again, Janice mentioned Ray Wilson which brought this memory to mind. Ray Wilson was Red Wilson’s uncle. Red was married to Helen Myer and lived on Earl Myer’s farm north of Kelvin. Red was a pal of my dad’s so every year we went to the Brandon Fair. Red left his new 1949 Chevy pickup at Kelvin. It was blue, all the others ones were black or green. He was fussy how it looked. At the end of the day we dropped him off at Kelvin to get his pick up. In the two miles between Kelvin and Myer’s farm—Oh-oh, I let fly with my ice cream cone just fooling around, but it came out of the cone and found Red’s windshield!! Two weeks later at Shelver’s Drug….there’s Red. “Hey, Mrs. Shelver or Edna or ?? , give Gary a double vanilla cone.”
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Does Miss Ward ring a bell for the Home Ec teacher??George Alvin another colorful friend of my dad’s,. George Alvin was a full fledged Montana cowboy, and he absolutely looked the part. In 1930′s the CCC boys from Kansas, working at the Peace Garden, wanted to go home for the 4th of July weekend,. With a 4 x 6 pickup bed, I am sure they had to stand up, so they stood up in the back of Dad’s new Chevy pickup, then three days later came back. George rode along. After 35 years of cowboying in Montana, I imagine he had a lot of stories to tell. Gary Metcalfe
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From Bonnie Awalt (56) – Mrs. Conroy & Memories:
Dear Gary,
Who would have ever believed such a little town could have created such wonderful memories! Hi Gary Metcalfe: the Anderson’s lived not to far from the Metcalfe’s. Charlie played the harmonica and Walter played the fiddle, Walter also called Square Dances. Grandma Anderson could play the pump organ and My Mom could play some also, Mom was pretty shy so didn’t like to play in public. Dick Johnson lives close to where the old Awalt Homestead was originally.
One great memory for me was making home made ice cream at Oliver and Martha Handlands farm in the hills. They took turns cranking the handle and when it started getting harder they would set one of us little kids on top of the freezer. It was really cold on your bottom, but the bonus of sitting there was that when they took out the dasher to see if it was done you were the one to get the first taste. Wonderful tasting, you sure don’t get ice cream like that today.
I remember one day when Mrs. Conroy received some bad news at school. She started to cry, I was positive the person that brought up the news was the reason she was crying and I was so mad at him. Mrs. Conroy later explained why she was crying. She showed her students a great deal of respect.
Gary Cota had an old Model A or Model T, anyway an old car. We went out to DuWayne Langs and using an old car hood were pulled around the pasture at Langs. What a wonderful time, better than riding a snowmobile because we could get more on the hood at one time. Lois Hiatt, and I were on the hood with several other girls and we kept yelling for the boys to stop and they wouldn’t or couldn’t hear us, we were laughing so hard that someone had an accident and froze all of us to the hood. We went into the house for hot chocolate and to thaw out. What wonderful times.
Bonnie (Awalt) Houle
Pictures provided by Marshall Awalt (51):
