No Blog yesterday.
For the record I did not get a blog posted yesterday.
Gary
Happy Birthday Patti Metcalfe Woods (DHS ’67): Dunseith, ND
Happy Birthday Rita Parisien Anderson (DHS ’73): New Rockford, ND
Carolyn Wilhelm in Reference to a picture posted
From Neola Kofoid Garbe: Bottinea & Minot, ND
Carolyn Wilhelm is from Bottineau. I think her sisters are Lois Wilhelm Hahn, Beverly Wilhelm and Betty Wilhelm, maybe more. There some boys, too–I think! In 1987, Tom/Carolyn’s address was Dunseith. I’m guessing they probably still live there.
Reply the 1950 Football picture
From Larry Liere (’55): Devils Lake, ND
Wow Barry Shelver #9 would have been in 8th. Grade in 1950 but I know that is him as I remember him from
3rd. Grade. In the 2007 photo he does look just like his Dad. It would be fun to have a picture of Glen at
that age`about 70 years old. I didn’t know Don Hosmer, was he Bob’s Brother??
LARRY
Larry, Yes Don Hosmer is Bob’s Brother. Bill Hosmer is their older Brother. Gary
Dave Shelver (’63) Visits Lee Stickland (’64):
Posting from Lee Stickland (’63): Dickinson, ND
Gary and ALL
I was sneekin’ a nap ’bout 10:30 am MDT this Monday. Felt a tug on my toe and there stood the star quarterback from the Dunseith Dragons’ 1962/63 football team.
DAVE SHELVER, the retired CRNA is up and around, taking nourishment and able to self-ambulate.
Was great to see YOU, Dave. A I mentioned, life in a nursing home is not the end of the road and is not a serious bump in the traffic-lane; it is a curve around which is offered a new view.
I spent 20 years alone. I am not alone here. Dad was in this nursing home for 4.5 years and many of the staff and some of the residents who were here then are yet here.
Just returned from having an evening steak at Applebee’s with friends. I have total freedom, preferrably with assistance; just need to sign out and let staff know that I am leaving.
“LIFE is how we make it; not always how we take it.” LEE s 10-13-2014
However, the make and take words are reversed relative to TIME as it is my opinion that
YOU cannot
“””Make TIME to do any/something —–TIME cannot be made/created
“””YOU must take TIME to do things”””.
Lites out in hall way at 9:20 pm: I have a private room with my own complete bathroom, including a tiled shower.
I get up at 3 am each morning and visit with staff for an hour. Alarm is 6:10. Brkfst 7:30
I use exercise machines at their max limits for 50 minutes each morn.
C U @ da nex hitch LEE
Great-Grandpa’s Hallowe’en Story
Posted by Vickie Metcalfe (’70): Bottineau, ND
Gary and friends,
I discovered years ago through professional classes how important
identity, connectedness,and power are to a person’s development.
Telling family stories, helps children form their identity and connection
with who they are.
Recently, I found, many of my nieces and nephews liked family stories.
As kids they, used to come to my house, stay and I would tell them tales at bedtime.
Now some years later, recently, one of my nephew’s told me he didn’t want the “oral history” stories lost.
So, I decided to write down a Hallowe’en Tale for him.
This past weekend, I wrote my Grandfather Metcalfe’s story.
I I never met him in person.
But I feel I know the person he was, through the stories I have heard about him.
Dad told me, that his father often told him stories in the 1920’s and early 1930’s.
Here is a story about his father:
˝Great-Grandpa’s Hallowe’en Story”
(note: The time was probably in the early 1870’s.)
Long, long ago in another country, were two friends who grew up neighbors in the gently rolling hills and woods of Upper Canada.
One boy, William was borne the seventh son of a first generation Scots mother and second generation English father.
The other boy Tommy, was of Scottish-Irish descent. His parents were also pioneers to the vast Upper Canadian Wilderness.
Billy attended all his formal years of schooling with Tommy.
As best friends, they shared similar Gaelic traits.
William’s mother oft told tales of the highlands she heard from her parents. Tommy heard and shared superstitious Celtic tales from his Irish mother.
Each year the boys looked forward to the fall of the year time when they joined other young lads for once a year, ventures.
There was one night of the year, when it was an accepted practice, boys could be ‘hooligans’ for one night. Youth gathered with other youth, the boys roamed the neighbor hood playing tricks.
On this dark, dark moonless autumn night, fog began slowly rolling in. Soon they were a group of damp, gray mis-shapes eerily moving and disappearing. It continued to be so foggy …..one could not see the persons around him.
The boys got to another destination, succeeding in lifting up and carrying another families toilet i.e. out house up away over and over….another hill.
As they trudged quietly along, Billy felt a small tug.
Then, an urgent one….Billy spoke in a low tone, “Who is that? Tommy, into his ear, whispered.. chattering, softly…CCcc, “C..come..Billy, Lets get out of here, now…Puzzled, Billy
allowed Tommy to guide him away through the dank, dark woods.
Finally, he muttered in frustration, “Why did we leave the others?” Tommy shivered said, “Because Billy, there were 13 of us.” Billy shrugged and replied, “So?”
Tommy shivered, his eyes grew big, and he said, “Bill, “When we first gathered, there were only twelve!”
“Someone, something joined us……….” Neither lad would admit to being frightened but each hastily found his way home.
They never told anyone and never went back tricking again.
Soon, at sixteen, Billy left from the home of his childhood.
He never saw his friend Tommy again. But how he missed him. And longed to see his face and laughter again.
Billy many times fondly spoke of Tommy with tales of childhood friendships.
Every Hallowe’en he told that tale of young “hooligans” playing tricks by moving neighbors toilets to unseen destinations ….. to youngest son.
Many years later my dad discovered, where his father’s best friend was.
Tommy, had also roamed west, settled down, and tried to find his good friend, Billy.
Where was Tommy?
Tommy Craig settled in Killarney, Manitoba.
So close yet so far away.
That was another time, another far, far away place,
That was the way t’was in the days of old.
Friends, I absolutely hate to think of people texting while eating dinner.
I wish for you, during the coming holidays at dinner tables you tell stories!
Keep connecting as ever, Vickie
Joke of the day
Posted by Leland Hagen (’50): Bryan, TX
The Deaf Wife Problem Fred feared his wife Rhonda wasn’t hearing as well as she used to and he thought she might need a hearing aid. Not quite sure how to approach her, he called the family Doctor to discuss the problem. The Doctor told him there is a simple informal test the husband could perform to give the Doctor a better idea about her hearing loss. ‘Here’s what you do,’ said the Doctor, ‘stand about 40 feet away from her, and in a normal conversational speaking tone see if she hears you. If not, go to 30 feet, then 20 feet, and so on until you get a response.’ That evening, the wife is in the kitchen cooking dinner, and he was In the den. He says to himself, ‘I’m about 40 feet away, let’s see what happens.’ Then in a normal tone he asks, ‘Honey, what’s for dinner?’ No response. So the husband moves closer to the kitchen, about 30 feet from his wife and repeats, ‘Rhonda, what’s for dinner?’ Still no response. Next he moves into the dining room where he is about 20 feet from his Wife and asks, ‘Honey, what’s for dinner?’ A gain he gets no response. So, he walks up to the kitchen door, about 10 feet away. ‘Honey, what’s for dinner?’ Again there is no response.. So he walks right up behind her. ‘Rhonda, what’s for dinner?’ (I just love this) ‘Damn it, Fred, for the FIFTH time, CHICKEN!’
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Blog (177) posted on July 31, 2008
From Dick Johnson (68):
Gary and Friends, Last Saturday night a few of us played music for a wedding reception at Long Lake, for Amy Kester and Eric Nabon! . We had a great meal and a real nice crowd. Amy is the daughter of Jim and Connie Halvorson Kester [64]. The evening was full of surprises. Nancy Hosmer Baldwin and Colette Hosmer came up and said HI and we had a’ too short ‘ conversation with the music and all! Then later as I was taking a break, Greg and Angela Berube Malget came over and visited for a while. I asked Angela if indeed her brother Robert had broken his leg, while snow skiing in the ditch behind a car, and she said YES he did! I thought I remember seeing him with a cast from the accident, but now I know for sure! It was probably unimportant to most of the readers, but after I mentioned it I wondered if I was wrong, when no one replied. I remember Robert Berube had a grayish blue 51 Chevy two door with full disk wheel covers. I believe he sold it to Garrett Myer and he rolled it up by Lake Upsilon the next winter on the icy road coming out to highway 43. I was going ice fishing one Saturday and saw the car on its top in the ditch, luckily Garrett didn’t get hurt but the car was done! I think it was the winter of 64-65, but don’t know for sure. Thanks Gary! Dick
From Diane Larson Sjol (70):
I would like to comment on my sister Cheryl Larson Dakin’s post about military life. We usually disagree slightly on whose version of our life is correct so this may be a first but she is right on the mark. Growing up in the military brought many challenges…having to change schools and move to a new location and make new friends, leaving behind old friends every three years….but we stood by each other as a family and joined the hundreds of other military families who were doing the same. To us it was our way of life. We were privvy to many exciting adventures within the US and abroad. We learned about culture and being sensitive to others…we learned how important it is to look out for each other. We were always proud that our dad was in the Army and we were proud that we were Americans. We must remember that our military is a voluntary service where men and women join of their own free will to preserve what our flag and country stand for….so yes, a huge thanks to all who serve; to all who have served; to those who didn’t make it back; to those we are still waiting for. One thing that got us through and made our lives easier was when we were able to go back and live in Dunseith among old friends and relatives. I always felt at home there even though I only went to school off and on during the 1st, 2nd, 3rd and 4th grades. Between posts we always came back to ND and to Dunseith to visit family…so I am also proud to be a member of the “Dunseithians”. Diane
Glen Williams (52) Reply to Bev Morinville Azure (72):
Bev you are right one of the guys is Barry Shelver….and he has changed somewhat from 1950…..
From Janice Leonard Workman (56):
Gary, The guys in the picture are Barry Shelver, he must have been the water boy in the football picture is it was 1950, he probably was in 7th or 8th grade. The next one is Gary Morgan (#4 in the football pic), then Clark Crum, (#10), last but certainly not least is Jerry Williams (#11). So there is Barry, Gary, Jerry, and Clark, four best buds in high school and after.
