7/13/2014 (2052)

No blog yesterday.
For the record I did not get a blog posted yesterday. We attended a birthday party.
Happy birthday Larry Millang (’66): Bottineau, ND
Happy Bithday Sharon Peterson (’63)
From Dennis Dubois (’63):  Minneapolis, MN
Gary, I’d just like to wish Sharon Peterson(1963) a happy birthday on this fine July 12th day. she finally got as old as me.
Happy birthday Sharon Peterson Harmsen (’63): Bismarck, ND
Cheer leaders
Scotty and Thelma Thompson
Reply from Scotty’s grandson James Thompson:  MO.
Hi Gary,
i read a post from 2009, talking about Scotty and Thelma. My name is James Thompson, one of Scotty`s grandsons.
I have been trying to find Lps or tapes of thier music. the problem is I live in Mo. and there is not a lot of people who have heard of Cindy and The Turtle Mountain Boys.
i have access to one of his Dobros and would like to be able to play it like he did.
can you tell me where I can get their tapes or lp?
James Thompson

Reply to Zike Boguslawski – the town cop
From Aime Casavant (’66):  Jamestown, ND
The story of Zike Boguslawski by Dick Johnson was interesting.

This was a sensible police officer – I had only one dealing with him.  One time several of us we were driving around Dunseith in the 55 Chev that Gerald and I owned.  My memory fails me except I know it was towards late evening, we had been at the high school involved in some extra-curricular activity in the dead of winter.  It was normal for high school kids to “cruise around” a bit.  The red light on Zike’s car went on and then he was kind enough to shut it off when we pulled over.  Naturally, I was pretty anxious  as I think, quite possibly this was the first time I had been pulled over.
He came to my car and not being experienced in these things I got out.  He gave an indication of some kind to just stand there.  I’m sure it was in jest but he said “ where are you going?”  I have been watching for the past 15 minutes and your all over the place and you do not seem to be headed anywhere!   He asked if we had booze in the car which we did not.  He then commented that the windshield and windows on our car were frosted and should be clear, that they needed to be scraped, that it was dangerous to drive a car that way (the heaters on those cars had insufficient heat output).  I expected some kind of ticket.  
I said “sure” that I would scrape it.  My scraper was broken and not getting the job done very well as he stood there.  He went to his car, got a good scraper and helped finish off the windows !   Now thats a cop !  The lesson stuck with me, and I think it was because there was no fine, no ticket and then, Zike demonstrating the importance of safety in making sure I had clean windows.  If I remember right, he suggested we stop driving around and go home.  Perhaps he thought we were the last possible traffic problem in Dunseith that evening and wanted to “call it a day” and go home.  But a lesson well learned and no damage done.
Aime Casavant
Ashtyn Allard and Madison Hiatt
Posting from Neola Kofoid Garbe:  Bottineau & Minot, ND
Not sure which Allard and Hiatt families Ashtyn and Madison belong too. Pretty sure they
have Dunseith Roots though.

Part 1 of 3 – Metcalfe’s Clouds, Thunder and Lightening

Posted by Vickie Metcalfe (’70):  Bottineau, ND

Gary and Dunseith Blog friends,

Please bear with me during this July, as I tell this tale in at least three parts.


Part I

                For everything there is a season.
This is the season of my life, when I have finally chosen to write about clouds, thunder and LIGHTENING. 

                Clouds, Thunder and LIGHTENING; and why the Cliff Metcalfe  branch of the Metcalfe clan makes  an unspoken choice. The choice, always concludes with action,


                STOP. Get off the machinery or horse. Go inside.               


In my earliest memory, my family began the haying season in earnest in July.  Dad would mow alfalfa, clover or timothy, let dry to cure, then rake and stack before the ‘’’’rains’’.


The “tame hay” ;1st cutting Alfalfa and Clover were always first, then Timothy and finally meadow hay.  The best cutting of sweet hay unblemished by rain, was hauled to the barn, lifted into the haymow  with various pulleys and oft times pure horse power.  This precious hay was saved for the milch cows, in  the midst of winters cold breath whilst the frost was thick upon the walls.


I believe I had completed 2nd grade in Mrs. Hansen’s  combination room on the old gym stage. And I was lookin forward to moving into 3rd grade come fall.


A July 28th ,  like none other,  I dasn’t forget is permanently etched.  It is the colour of a bright glowing shiny dime into memory. Time. I refer to was in the early ‘60’s


T’was an ordinary summer morning but with an anticipation of excitement, we knew it was not ordinary at all. My sister and I were quite excited for July 28th . It meant  the summer birthday of our cousin. Our family would drive north after supper to celebrate with the family of Martha and Dean.  Martha’s mom, Dorothy had a knack for baking cake  and decorating.


We did our usual morning chores, helping in the barn,  separating and washing each disc  from the cream separator, carrying water and breakfast dishes.


While our mother, prepared the noon dinner, my sister and I took the old blue blanket out into the front yard, spread under the big Elm tree, sat waiting listening, until the time to run up the hill to fetch the mail.


Dad was out on the  flat, the “Homestead” with Sonny haying.  They had started that field the day before and it was perfect drying weather.  The “Homestead” was located within a  mile south west of  Art and  “Eva’s. 


Finally calling from the house, mom told us it was time to go get the mail.  We loved that job.  Everyday on the farm, mail was our treasured mystery, what would it be today?


Would  brown Jenny Wren be building her nest in the mailbox?  If lucky, we might get a glimpse of her on sitting on the nest!


Perhaps, the Dakota Farmer came?  Mom liked the recipes and stories, Dad the ads, and Me? I rather liked, looking for the  funnies,always trying to figure out the humor.


My sister and I walked up the hill  through the gate to the mail box. Mom liked  us to hurry because  when Dad and Sonny came in for dinner she wanted  the water to be poured cold into glasses.


The mail had come. We  had just reached and  pulled it out of the box,when_______”BOOM”___thunder?


Surprised me,  because looking  at the sky, I was seeing only about three  clouds  south in a clear blue sky with the bright sun overhead.


Splat….Few rare big splatting  sprinkles hit us dashing down  down the hill to the house. Splat.

 Oft away in the distance, a few booms.

Rains did not come.

                No LIGHTENING?

                                No more big thunder booms ?


Dinner was ready. Water poured, glasses  were condensing…..


                NO Dad and Sonny . 


We did not eat.   (At our house, at that time, we never ate until everyone was at the table ) My sister and I went out into the yard sat on the blue blanket waiting.  I cannot recall if mom got a telephone call or not.  We had a persnickety ringer telephone, Our ring was  a short– a  long___ a-short ring.


We girls sat  waiting on the blue blanket under the shady Elm tree.  A long wait. Listening…..to the quiet.



Finally, we hearing the sound of the pickup coming up the big hill  from the west, by the East well.  The black Ford pickup slowly crunching on the gravel, slowing at our gate, turned, and came down the hill to our right.


 Dad  was   ____alone. _____he was__ all___alone.


The black pickup  stopped by the door,  dad sat for a time quiet, he got out, went into the house and spoke with mom.  We girls said not a word. I don’t believe I even breathed.   Something was wrong.


The door shut quietly as dad came to the blanket on the grass.   Solemnly, we kept quiet. 


Dad sat then leaned back, laid his head down on the blanket. He said nothing. All we heard, just the sound of his deep slow breaths.


I think my sister and I both knew something bad happened.  My chest hurt. An awful feeling in my gut, like couple years before when our uncle was killed.


  Dad spoke not a word, just weary breaths.


We said not a word going to the house, our mom spoke.

She said, “Sonny is dead.”

 I don’t remember  the rest of the afternoon, doing chores or eating supper.


We did  get in the car and drove up to Floyd and Dorothy’s. I don’t recall much of Martha’s party, grown ups murmuring quiet voices.


I do know I was there with my family, and we were not alone.

 A heavy black feeling had followed us there.


This is all for today.

Thanks Gary,

Until part 2.

Later. Vickie





      Posting from Neola Kofoid Garbe:  Bottineau & Minot, NDAllard Hiatt


Dunseith News


Blog (115) posted on May 28, 2008
From Gary Metcalfe (57):
Who was the person responsible for the quote, “off again, on again, gone again, Finegan….1953. Bonnie…Janice????
To Hosmer’s
What family was Hazel Olson from? He was a very professional clerk at Hosmer’s.
Just to let the readership know that the fun wasn’t all with the common people. One day at Hosmer’s Store, Judge Lawston from Rolla , Margaret Seims father-in-law, was the victum. One of his old croney’s decided to even the score for driving the old Buick ahead at a baseball game, exposing and embarrassing him.
So when Bill, The Judge, so proudly bought a suit from Jack Hosmer, his old croney, I think it was Rothgarn, said Bill go ahead to the bar, he stayed behind and altered the inseam shorter by 2”. If you knew his wife, Dora, you knew she wasn’t impressed when Bill modeled this suit the next morning.
Bonnie you referred to Charlie as Charles, he was a blessing to the town. Anyone that happened to be in town, would take Charley home when he wasn’t feeling good. Grandma Anderson would always refer to him as Charles, and yes, he did hang out with Ovila Lamoureaux.
I did remember Dale started with a small office building and he had gas customers lined up half way to town. Amazing man Dale was.
Gary Metcalfe
From Paula Fassett Pfuhl (71):
Love the cheerleaders photo.  My Grandma Kate made all the cheering outfits one year and I kind of think these were the ones.  Anyone remember sitting at Kate Fassett’s for the fitting?????  She as an excellent seamstress and sewed most of our clothes plus clothes for several people around town – and made hundreds of beautiful quilts! 
For those of you who have also enjoyed seeing the old Dunseith School , there was, at one time, stationery with a picture of the old school on it and it was sold at the Log Cabin in Dunseith.  I believe the picture was drawn by Mrs. Noble Doeling – I can’t remember her first name!!!  Mr. Doeling was the postmaster who was hired after my Dad retired…….  They may still have some of that stationery at the Log Cabin?????
From Mel Kuhn (70):
Carmen Richard is right about Laura Law’s book. It is very interesting reading, even if you are not a real history buff. The St. John Centennial book is still available and is also interesting reading. The Dunseith, Rolette, St. John and Rolla books tend to tie together a lot of stuff.
Mel Kuhn
From Bev Morinville Azure (72):
Dick,  I remember this also  Zike  was a  close friend  of  my mom and dad’s. Mom  run the  cafe  at this  time and  I remember  her talking about  the  three  guys  that  had been in town  for  about a week before this happened and  she   always  thought  they  had  acted   so  strange  while  in the  cafe .  Then  after  this  happened  they  dissapeared. That  same  night the  Cops  called and   said  that  the   back  door  to the  store  (JOES  Store) was  broken into   Dad  was  already in  bed  and  so Mom   went to  check it  out  (this was  a  thing that happened  alot  back then )  and   either  mom  or   dad  would   go  up and   check  it  out  lock  things  back up  and  come  home . There   were  2  back  doors  to  the  store   a   kinda  side one  .  well mom  figured  it was  the   large  door   she went  back and  checked it  and  it  had  the  old  fashion  bar   across the door …….  so  she  went and  checked the  side  door  and  that was  the one that was  open . so she  locked  it  nothing  was  out   of  place  so  she turned ofFthe  lights and went  home.  Left   dad  a  note   telling him  she   locked up the door.  well  dad  called  in the  morning  and   asked  mom  why  she  didn’t put the  bar  on the   back  door  when  she  was up there  she   explained  it  was the   side  door   and  he  said  well  fritz  the  back  door  was  open  when i  got here  , the  side  door  was  locked .  The  cops   figured   that  those   guys  beat  up  zike  then   when  Don came  along  they  run   broke  that   door  open  to  hide   which  meant that  those  guys  were  in the store   when  mom  went in there.  I remember   mom and  dad  talking   saying  it  was  a blessing maybe that  mom went  instead  of  dad  cause  they may  have  beat up  dad  also  but  mom  would have  known who they were  cause  of the  cafe   so  they  stayed  hidden. Thank  God  I never remmeber  hearing they  caught those  guys  but  i  do re3member  after that  each  time  the  store  got  broke into  I   was   so scared  when mom  or  dad  had  to  go  check  it  out. I  am  glad  that  Zike  fully  recovered  .   Bev  Morinville  Azure
Message/Picture from David Sebelius (74): 
I have been receiving all the emails, my wife and I really enjoy reading all the emails. I found these pictures of my dad’s (Manvil Sebelius) snowplane and a picture of an oil rig that was on his land, it was setting up to drill in 1951.
The picture of the 2 boys with the snowplane is Harvey and Duane Sebelius. Also, there is a picture of my parents, Manvil and Dorothy. They are still on the farm where they have been since 1948. They raised 8 boys there. They are still very active and still raising cattle.
The picture of 8 boys are from left to right: Duane, David, Jeff, Marvin, Dennis, Daryl, Dean and Harvey.
David Sebelius
manvil-1 Manvil-2 Manvil-3 manvil-5 Manvil-4