Happy Birthday Dale Evans: Algona, WA.
The Fall Colors
Posted by Don Martel (DHS Principal): Rosemount, MN
The fall colors here are the most beautiful I ever remember seeing.
The pictures were taken in our yard here in Rosemount, MN, yesterday.
Don
Story
Posted by Larry Hackman (’66): Bismarck, ND
The Stranger
A few years after I was born, my Dad met a stranger who was new to our small town. From the beginning, Dad was fascinated with this enchanting newcomer and soon invited him to live with our family. The stranger was quickly accepted and was around from then on.
As I grew up, I never questioned his place in my family. In my young mind, he had a special niche.
My parents were complementary instructors: Mom taught me good from evil, and Dad taught me to obey.
But the stranger… he was our storyteller. He would keep us spellbound for hours on end with adventures, mysteries and comedies.
If I wanted to know anything about politics, history or science, he always knew the answers about the past, understood the present and even seemed able to predict the future! He took my family to the first major league ball game. He made me laugh, and he made me cry. The stranger never stopped talking, but Dad didn’t seem to mind.
Sometimes, Mom would get up quietly while the rest of us were shushing each other to listen to what he had to say, and she would go to the kitchen for peace and quiet.
(I wonder now if she ever prayed for the stranger to leave.)
Dad ruled our household with certain moral convictions, but the stranger never felt obligated to honor them.
Profanity, for example, was not allowed in our home – not from us, our friends or any visitors. Our long time visitor, however, got away with four-letter words that burned my ears and made my dad squirm and my mother blush.
My Dad didn’t permit the liberal use of alcohol but the stranger encouraged us to try it on a regular basis. He made cigarettes look cool, cigars manly, and pipes distinguished.
He talked freely (much too freely!) about sex. His comments were sometimes blatant, sometimes suggestive, and generally embarrassing.
I now know that my early concepts about relationships were influenced strongly by the stranger. Time after time, he opposed the values of my parents, yet he was seldom rebuked … And NEVER asked to leave.
More than fifty years have passed since the stranger moved in with our family. He has blended right in and is not nearly as fascinating as he was at first. Still, if you could walk into my parents’ den today, you would still find him sitting over in his corner, waiting for someone to listen to him talk and watch him draw his pictures.
His name?….
We just call him ‘TV.’
(Note: This should be required reading for every household!)
He has a wife now….we call her ‘Computer.’
Their first child is “Cell Phone”.
Second child “I Pod “
And BORN NOT LONG AGO WAS A GRANDCHILD – IPAD
HOW TRUE THIS IS!!!
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Blog (181) posted on August 4, 2008
Reply From Darrel Fassett (47):
What Gary Morgan didn’t tell you about that football team was that they turned into a very good team. I followed the progress of the team(via Turtle Mountain Star) and they and Rolla were both pretty good. Gary was the Dunseith running back and Rolla also had a very good back. Of course, the Rolla player got all the ink. Since I had worked with both Gary and Dick at the lumber yard I had to come watch the game when the two teams met. Early in the game the two met whie Gary was carrying the ball and Gary ran right over him. After that it was a rout. I don’t remember the score but it was large in favor of Dunseith. I bet Gary remembers the score. At that time there was an intense Rolla-Dunseith rivalry( maybe still is) so that made it even better. Gary was too modest to tell you that they became a very good football team.
From Gary Morgan (54):
Gary & All,
Thinking back to my freshman and sophomore years in high school….we never had cars to cruise like you younger people. Mostly, we would hang out in the bowling alley or wander down to the Crystal Cafe. Some of the older guys might go to the pool hall.
Once in a great while, Donnie Hiatt would get his dad’s pickup. He would pick up Jerry Williams and myself and sometimes Jimmie Footit and with the three or four of us jammed in the pickup, it would be off to Bottineau to pick up girls. Those Bottineau girls were really a bunch of snobs. There might be three or four of them walking down the sidewalk and we would pull over to the curb and throw them the only pick up line we knew..”Do ya want a ride?”. They never did and only once did one actually flee, but that was probably because she was alone. It could be thirty below and they still wouldn’t get in.
Looking back now, I can’t help but wonder if the stock rack with the cow crap up and down the sides might not have been a disadvantage. I think it may have somehow intimidated them.
Gary Morgan
From the Turtle Mountain Star archives
This shoud bring back a few memories for some of you folks.
A lot of the rest of you are related to or knew of these folks. Gary
February 15, 1940
