No Blog yesterday
For the record I did not get a blog posted yesterday.
Gary
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Happy Birthday Doreen Bailey: Tempe, AZ
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Happy Birthday to Cheryl Haagenson (’71)
From EdnaMae Nelson Olufson-Smith: Edmonds, WA
Hi to Cheryl Haagenson – and Margaret? old days at Rendahl and in the hills on the Willow Lake road? Happy birthday from EdnaMae Nelson Olufson-Smith
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Dunseith Drive in Story
Posted by LeaRae Parrill Espe (67): Bottineau, ND
Hello LeaRae,
This message went to my spam and I missed it until now. Is it by chance from you? The from address got dropped so I don’t know who it came from. I do know that it is from someone in the Class of 67 though.
Thanks,
Gary
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LeaRea’s Reply:
Yes the story on the Dunseith Drive In was from me. Thanks for posting it now.
Nearly every day there is something I could or should respond to. I loved the haying stories. Terry and I both have a few of those also. Terry, his mom (Frances) and sister Claudia had to do the haying alone several summers. (Elmer was working at the air base. Orvin Hagen, Warren Schneider and Elmer carpooled. They left around 5AM and weren’t home again until late, tried to get a few winks and back with the same the next day for five or six days a week. Big brother Dennis was either at summer school or in Mountain Iron, MN working in the iron mines.)
They stacked the Seim meadow and were very proud of their accomplishment until Elmer informed them the stacks may be too big to move.
Say hello to Bernadette. I am hoping things will stabilize and you can all enjoy
Bernie’s visit. LeaRae
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LeaRea’s Dunseith Drive In Store:
In reply to Larry Hackman’s recollection of the Dunseith Drive In . It was built by Clifford and Curt Halvorson. Curt was my first boss and he trained me in about two or three days. Working at the Drive In was not Curt’s favorite thing. On day three or so Curt thought I had things under control and told me he was going home for awhile. Shortly, a whole bus load of people drove up. I was making malts and flipping hamburgers as fast as I could. (I bet there were a few undercooked items that day, oh well ,no harm done, didn’t hear of any sickness or death). Later, he came back and asked why didn’t you call me and I answered that I was too busy to even think of it. Anyway, I believe it was the next year Elve Fuchs bought it and like Larry said they ran it through the 60s until Patti Metcalfe Coleman Woods bought it. and later Reid.
I worked there for Curt with Bertha Myers and Thelma Johnson. We had a blast. Thelma was very particular on keeping the grill clean and the grease clean. Bertha not so much. I remember I loved to make those soft serve cones. I am sure Curt lost money on the first wave of 10 centers I put out. I remember making a larger one for Elwood Fauske on a hot breezy 90 degree type day. As he walked away it slid right off the cone. I hope I made him a new one. The first time someone ordered a shrimp basket , I made a mistake and made a shrimpburger. Curt told me to eat it and I asked if I had to eat all my mistakes and he said no, but you will like this and he was right, those were the best shrimpburgers.
I remember working during the noon hour my junior year as I came in tardy a few times tardy to Mr. Dietz’s chemistry class. I don’t think many kids could afford to eat out and skip the 20c lunch cooked by Stella Schmeitz. Who would even think of missing that lunch?. ( It was mostly adults who ate there at noon at the drive in if I remember correctly ) Stella’s cooking was so awesome. I remember sitting across from Deverde Nicklaus at the Bottineau school lunch room. He had taught in Dunseith before here and he couldn’t believe what he was expected to eat-glued together macaroni and cheese. He just shook his head and stated the two best cooks were his wife and Stella.
Before Stella we had Mrs. Knudson. She was from Norway and went back to be with her children after my 9th grade. She was a good cook also, but Stella really spiced it up. Hot lunches started my first grade year (55-56). We brought sack lunches the first couple of weeks and then Mrs. Knudson came.
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Joke of the day
Posted by Mel Kuhn (’70): St. John, ND
In a tiny village on the Irish coast lived an old lady, a virgin, and very proud of it. Sensing that her final days were rapidly approaching, and desiring to make sure everything was in proper order when she dies, so she went to the town’s undertaker (who also happened to be the local postal clerk) to make proper “final” arrangements.
As a last wish, she informed the undertaker that she wanted the following inscription engraved on her tombstone:
“BORN A VIRGIN, LIVED AS A VIRGIN, DIED A VIRGIN”
Not long after, the old maid died peacefully. A few days after the funeral, as the undertaker/postal clerk went to prepare the tombstone that the lady had requested, it became quite apparent that the tombstone she had selected was much too small for the wording that she had chosen. He thought long and hard about how he could fulfill the old maid’s final request considering the very limited space available on the small piece of stone.For days, he agonized over the dilemma, but finally his experience as a postal worker allowed him to come up with what he thought was the appropriate solution to the problem.
The virgin’s tombstone was finally completed and duly engraved, and it read as follows:
“RETURNED UNOPENED”
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Blog (50) posted on March 20, 2008
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From Janice Leonard Workman (56):
Gary,
hi, I am missing #35, 38 and 48. If you could send them I would be grateful. Bonnie mentioned that we babysat when we were younger. What she didn’t say was we did it for 25 cents an hour. And also speaking of Gerald Anderson, I ran into him at a hotel (bar) in Portland about 3 years ago. My group of Red Hatters took the train from Tacoma to Portland for an overnight trip. I was standing at the bar (of the hotel we stayed) ordering a last drink during Happy Hour and this man asked how the group got down to Portland . When I said by train, he said he hadn’t ridden on a train for 30 years, and I told him that I hadn’t either and the last time I was on the train I went to Dunseith, ND. He said he only knew 2 people from Dunseith and he was one of them. Turned out to be Gerald. We had a good visit but I neglected to get his address or phone number.
Dick Johnson, one of the girls in the second picture you sent (#49) is Audrey Hassen and I think one is a Sunderland girl.
Thanks again Gary , this is so fun to ready every morning. Janice Leonard Workman
Janice, We have two Gerald Anderson’s in our Alumni. One graduated in 1958 and the other in 1961. I have pasted their contact info below. Mark’s Brother Gerald graduated in 1961. He has email and is on our distribution list. Mark (65) (deceased) and Gerald’s (61) parents were the former owners of the hardware store. Gary
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Anderson |
Gerald |
5765 Madisonville Rd |
Hopkinsville, KY 42240 |
(270) 886-4311 |
No email address |
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Anderson |
Gerald |
9207 Palm Shores Dr |
Spring, TX 77379 |
(281) 379-1071 |
sander0216@aol.com |
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Reply from Diane Larson Sjol (70):
Looking at that picture of the kids in the back of the truck…amazing
…no seatbelts! It is a wonder any of us survived…..hey, those
were the days and growing up in the 50s and 60s when kids still played
outside
I remember sitting on top of the coolers in Joe’s grocery store with
Debbie and eating these cookies that were covered with marshmallow and
coconut and thinking we were pretty cool because Joe let us have
anything we wanted and for FREE! I also remember my Aunt Lee letting
me work with her in the back of their grocery store (Hosmers) when I
was about 10 getting veggies ready for the shelf. And walking through
the back door in Krystal’s cafe where Francis Morinville worked.
She’d give us a cookie or a drink and out we’d go. We pretty much had
the run of the town. Everyone looked out for everyone else. Man,
those were the days
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Bev Morinville Azure’s (70) reply to Cheryl Larson Dakin (71):
Cheryl, I remember well going to the park to play and that kool aid was awful ….But I am thinking it was the way we may have mixed it lol maybe we didn’t read how to mix it or did we bring a measuring cup along ? lol I remember the week our folks let us 4 girls spend the whole week alone up at the lake in your trailer home they had up here I think that was the very firsr party I had ever been to lol so it was really all your fault I turned into a party animal but then. funny to think now i am the first one to go home and not even drink!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! lots of memories of u Cheryl and Diane. maybe i should dig out some old pic’s . lol Bev
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Dick Johnson’s (68) rely to Bonnie Awalt Houle (56):
Gary and Friends
Bonnie Awalt Houle’s story of my baseball aptitude was not too
far off. When I was six or seven, Lowell and Johnny Leonard let
me join them in a game of baseball over in their yard. I didn’t
have a clue what you were supposed to do so they told me each
move to make. When I hit the ball, they yelled “run to first”!
Then someone hit the ball and they yelled “run to second”, And
then it was third, I did exactly as I was told, not knowing
what purpose it had. When the ball got hit again they
screamed “run home, run home”!! So I did. I ran HOME!! To our
house. I never lived it down!
I did play a lot of baseball later and yes Bonnie I did pitch!
I was not standing more than 3 or 4 feet from Rod Hiatt on
third base one time when he was hit in the eye by a line drive.
He nearly lost his eye. One other time I hit a ball and hit my
mom [I talked her into pitching} right on the nose. Black eyes
and big nose, etc. Later in a game down in the old city park, I
was playing right field with the sun directly in my eyes. We
were playing Rolla and they had this big lefthanded batter. I
heard the crack of the bat and saw a glint of the ball just
before it ticked the top of my glove and nailed me on the chin.
I started having second thoughts about this game! The next time
he was up to bat, I was ready!! The sun was really bad by now
but he wasn’t going to get by me this time. The pitch; crack;
wizz; I had the glove higher this time and the ball was lower
and I got NAILED right where you think, right there in front of
God and everybody I had ever met. I think that was when I
decided basketball was more my kind of game!!!
Dick
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Message and Pictures of Dale’s from Evie Gottbreht Pilkington (65):
Hi Gary,
Rick Gottbreht’s wife Sandy sent these photo’s today…..it was great to see the new interior of the café. We are so delighted that everything is up and running for the George and Ernie. George has a new manager so that will give him a well-deserved break.
All is well in California …..my kids are involved in real estate and mortgage loans and so far the market here has not killed us! Praise God……I do real estate appraisal and have watched homes drop 30%…..but I think we are at the bottom. At this point I would love to insert a bunch of political “stuff” but don’t want to open the door for Allen R. lol
Evie Pilkington
949-246-6984
PS…..I always have trouble opening pictures…I down-loaded these to desktop and then was able to open them in windows.
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Greetings from China with pictures from Colette Hosmer (64):
Dear Gary and Everyone,
Greetings from China. My sister Jan traveled with me this trip and
time is speeding by. I’ve managed to squeeze a little work in
between the fun. Below is a photo of Jan trying out the exercise
equipment at the beach park (we’re based in Xiamen, a port city on
the mainland directly across from the island of Taiwan). That’s me
balancing on the wobbly planks at the Floating Village. I didn’t go
very far from the boat– didn’t want to wind up with the bottom feeders.
I’ve enjoyed continuing to read everyone’s contributions to the
Dunseith e-mail exchange while here in China.
Colette
