San Haven
Reply from Brenda Hoffman (’68): Greenville, SC
Thank you so much Lola for letting everyone know about the San. Our family adopted Donald the patient positioned directly opposite our front door at the San so he could loudly report our comings and goings. Mom was on the floors often and would tell us about special patients – esp. Donald. San Haven will always be in my heart. It took me a few years to realize I selected homes with outdoor environments similar to the San.
San Haven
Reply from Aggie Casavant (’69): Fort Mill, SC
Lola, That was a very interesting post you wrote about San Haven. I left the Dunseith area right after graduation and moved to Denver Colorado, so I missed out on alot of the happenings that were going on around home…. It wasn’t like we had Facebook LoL. I worked at San Haven 3rd shift for like 1 1/2 years, after moving back around the Dunseith area, after my youngest brother Jimmy was burned at his graduation party. I enjoyed my time there, playing cards with Ida Norquay, my cousins David Casavant, and Gerard Barbot. The thing I remember about San Haven growing up was, from down on our farm on the prairie, at the same time every evening, when we were doing the supper dishes, we would look towards San Haven, and when the sun set, it would reflect in the widows, that would make it look like the entire hospital was in flames. We would always yell to our Mom, “Hey San Haven is burning down!!! Finally one evening when we yelled that she hollered back and said, “Well it should be burnt to the ground by now, one or another of you kids have been yelling that for years”. Poor Ma….we just wore her down with our craziness, but she was always sweet and smiling. Anyway that was my memorie of San Haven…. Thanks for sharing Lola…. Thanks for everything Gary! 😉
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Blog (191) posted on August 14, 2008
Obituaries – Minot Daily News
Hope Bedard
Aug. 6, 1918-Aug. 11, 2008
DUNSEITH Hope E. Bedard, 90, Rugby, formerly of Dunseith, died Monday, Aug. 11, 2008, in a Rubgy hospital.
She was born Aug. 6, 1918, to Charles and Edna Hanefeld in Wilton. She married Rene Bedard April 17, 1938, in Dunseith.
Survivors: daughters, Gayl Lamoureux, Chino Valley, Ariz., Lynn Shelver, South Bend, Ind., Nicole Whitmire, Columbus, S.C., Jean McDaniel, Falls Church, Va., Juay McClanahan, Fort Collins, Colo.; sons, Nikkey, Rock Springs, Wyo., Jim, Sheridan, Wyo.; 15 grandchildren; numerous great-grandchildren.
Memorial service: Friday, 11 a.m., Peace Lutheran Church, Dunseith. (Nero Funeral Home, Bottineau)
Condolences from Bonnie Awalt Houle (56):
Dear Gary,
So sorry to hear about the passing of Hope Bedard. Hope was a very kind lady. When I was expecting my third child I ran into some terrible health issues which required I get shots every week. It was the middle of the winter and getting to the Doctor became a problem. Hope Bedard volunteered to give me the shots, at no cost to me. She was wonderful to me, and showed me great kindness. She will be missed.
Bonnie Awalt Houle 56
Message from Ron Peltier (70):
| Gary: Hi, my name is Ron Peltier, a 1970 Dunseith graduate and still living north of Dunseith. I’m married to a beautiful lady from the Belcourt area, Debra Jean, and have two grown children, Aleta and Justin. My daughter has 4 children; Isaiah, Tehya, Bryghton, and Elijah. My daughter is a registered nurse working at the Belcourt hospital and my son, Justin, is working on an engineering degree at the University of North Dakota.
A few weeks ago there was a picture of a man named Martin Azure, who is my father-in-law. My wife never seen that picture of her father before and would like to know if whoever has the picture if she could get a copy or the original. You could mail it to me at P. O. Box 313, Dunseith, ND 58329. It would be very much appreciated. And thank you for the great work you have done in putting this message center together. It’s great!
Gary…….I would like to tell Bev, Toni, & Dewy and all of their family, that Debbie is my prayers. I hope she has a very speedy and complete recovery. I know it’s all in God’s hands right now, and with all of us talking to him in prayers, we can only hope for the best! Ivy (Eller) Robert
Message from Bobby Slyter (70): |
| To Bev Morniville: so sorry to hear that Deb is having so much trouble, our thoughts and prayers are certainly with her at this time.
Message from Sharon Longie Dana (73): Reply to Bev Morinville Azure: Our thoughts and prayers are there with you, your families and of course with Deb and her family. we are here if you need us!!! Sharon Longie Dana
Message from Dave Slyter (70): Thank you for updating on Deb’s surgery and recovery. Sad to hear that she has had a set back with a stroke. Deb and I have been corresponding back and forth once in a while. Talking about the good ole days. Please keep us all informed on how she is doing and I will be praying for a fast recovery. Ok Class of “70”, Deb Mornville needs our help with all our prayers. Lets help her out.
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Message for Floyd (59) & Ann Prichard from their children. Ann is recovering from a Lung transplant.
HAPPY ANNIVERSARY
Posted 11 minutes ago
Happy 48th Anniversary Mom and Dad! As we think back about the journey you have taken throughout your marriage, we are truly humbled. You are a genuine testament to what it means to have incredible love, deep commitment and never-ending strength along with an adventurous attitude and a giving spirit. Because of your profound faith in God and your enduring dedication and love to each other, you have always pulled through life’s challenges just as you both are doing now. We love you so much! Your daughters, Kim, Gina and Pam (oh…and Thumper too!)
1 Corinthians 13:4-7 – Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always preservers.
Latest update for Ann Pritchard:
Wednesday, August 13 12:15PM
Posted 8 hours ago
Grandma had a challenging night last night. They made quite a few changes to her support systems that took a toll on her. They changed some of the filters, etc. which causes the body to react to the new surfaces causing inflammation and bleeding difficulties. As a result, they had to give her some more fluids with some necessary medicines. They have decided not to try and remove the ECMO today and let her body rest and recover a little more.
They did perform a bronchoscopy today, during which they inserted a small camera into the lungs to view the passageways and surfaces. They found quite a large amount of thick fluids in the primary passageways, which they were able to suction, this should help a lot. The surgeon was very happy to remove this amount of fluid and thinks that it will help a bunch. Additional good news is that the primary passageways of the lungs still look healthy, after they removed the fluid. The surgeon was relieved about this as well. He said they look good.
The rest of today they will let her rest and try to remove more fluids.
The x-ray after the bronchoscopy showed a great improvement over this mornings x-ray. It looks the best it has so far!
Messages from Diane Larson Sjol (70):
Gary,
I was driving home from Bottineau to Minot three nights ago and
noticed a star outshining all the others in the sky. I think it was
put up there for you for all this wonderful work you are doing uniting
all of us. I can’t put into words how important this forum is and how
much joy it brings to people. Once again, thank you….Diane Larson
Sjol
Diane, It brings great pleasure to me too, that you enjoy what I’m doing. I also enjoy doing this. It keeps me connected to the states from here in the Philippines. I too, wake up each morning with excitement to see what new messages I have from all of you folks. Remember, it’s day time for you guys when it’s night here. We are the same time as New York, but on opposite ends of the day. Gary
Reply 2 from Diane Larson:
This is a reply to Maria Parlade,
I am Diane Larson who was a good friend of Angelina. I remember your
mother made us matching red cordoroy skirts. I remember Angelina
spending time at our house in Dunseith and then we had to mvoe to
Germany. Can you please tell me how to get ahold of her? Thanks.
Diane Larson Sjol
Reply 3 From Diane Larson:
To Bev Morinville,
I am so happy that your cancer is gone Bev. Our prayers have been
answered. Take care my friend. Diane Larson Sjol
Reply 4 from Diane Larson:
To Bob Lykins,
Thank you for your great explanation on TCK…you have triggered an
interest in the subject for me and I will check out the web. I would
also love a copy of your writings…address 712 South Main Street,
Minot, ND 58701 and appreciate it very much. The Third World Culture
concept explains alot to me….
I lived in Germany three different times…the first when I was a
baby…was in Augsburg, near Munich…the second time was in
Wildflecken, which was the most influential time I spent there. I was
in the 5th through 8th grades, learned to speak German and was on a
mission of self discovery. We traveled every summer, camping like
most people did back then, and visited Italy, Norway, Sweden, Denmark,
Austria and other parts of Germany. We would be gone for an entire
month of leave and met great people and other teenagers from different
countries and had a blast. I hope those memories never leave me.
There was also a certain camaraderie among military kids, just like
there is among military families who are stationed away from home,
especially abroad. I wish I had stayed in contact with those kids. I
would love to read the book you mentioned so will look it up. Thanks
Bob for this great info….
Diane Larson Sjol
Question to Bill Grimme from Diane Larson:
Did that grocery store used to be something else? I am referring to
the one in the photos from Russia.
Reply from Dale Pritchard (63):
I forget if Bob Keeshan was in the list of veterans the other day. It’sinteresting to note that when Lee Marvin was wounded on Iwo Jima, Bob Keeshan, well known as Captain Kangroo, helped carry Lee Marvin to safety. True heroes these guys!
Dale
Letter from Vickie Metcalfe (70):
Vickie, This is a wonderful letter. You are a great writer! Thank you so much for sharing. Gary
Greetings Gary and Maria Parlade,
WOW! So many wonderful people in response the #190 of today
who I have fond recollections of;
GLENN SHELVER chauffeured many people to church, come Sunday
morn at Peace Lutheran.
One of those quiet, gentle, unassuming Christians was, HOPE BEDARD.
Blessed be her memory. …………………………………….
Ahhh. MARIA PARLADE. Frequently, the past few weeks
through Gary’s news, I’ve read and pondered about the idea of “third
culture” from the various classmates, upper classmates and former
teachers who have had opportunities……and the freedom… to
choose to live in other countries around the world. I have never
had the opportunity to do that geographically. Thank each of you for
that insight.
Maria Parlade, wow Because, thoughts frequently when
thinking about third culture ideas. I have started to zoom in on
memories of I believe your sister, ANGELINA PARLADE.
The fall of 1961, when I began fourth grade, our family, in
the hills over the summer, had just acquired running water,indoor
plumbing and an oil furnace. However, we still had the old wooden
telephone ie, central operator and the telephone number # of a short-
a long___ and a short- . Either, we’d walk or mom would drive 1 1/2
miles to meet the big yellow school bus which drove down high way
#3. The many miles over hills and around curves on the old high way.
We couldn’t just go home or call home if sick or dumped milk over our
selves or had a bloody nose. We just made do. But, Excited, you
betch ya! Because;
Now, I was upstairs in the white school house with the
wonderful woman who, in my future, became………….. my role model
as a teacher, FLORENCE CONROY.
In that fourth grade class there were the city kids from
Dunseith, some prairie kids, and many scared kids from the little
one room country schools from all over the hills, whose world had
just expanded considerably to the big white school house and the big
town of Dunseith. There were brown kids coming in from the
reservation federal land,and were choosing to attend public school
rather tan the boarding schools. They lived in little houses which I
do remember b-4 the govt. housing. And a girl whose dad was not
living with her family because he was in the service somewhere ie.
Diane Larson. And then, of course, there were the San Haven kids.
One girl who got on the bus was a quiet girl who spoke a kind
different English, her name, Angelina Parlade.
At that time in Dunseith School, we were all from different
cultures within those classrooms. Cultures from the little pockets of
the hills, the prairie, San Haven,federal land, and city of Dunseith.
Here, in fourth grade, I felt we were all ok human beings.
Each of us was special. Mrs.Florence Conroy gave us that gift that
sense of identity. She was all about _INCLUSION. We each belonged
to her. And, belonged to to each other. No one ever tried to
disappoint her by bad behaviour to her or by bullying each other.
Mrs. Conroy had learning centers everywhere in that room.
Underneath tables covered with blankets, some children would be
watching a slide projector for science, while others in another
corner. pulling out with fingers and sharing jars of paste and
macaroni for art, still another area students would be reading lines
for a play. Others would be tossing bean bags to learn multiplication
tables. Every now and then, we could get a whiff of the blue
duplicating ink when the door of the little room where the manual
machine was opened. And, Mrs. Conroy would bring stuff to eat we’d
never ate before, like “Hasty Pudin”.
The ideas and energy of Mrs. Conroy was abounding and endless!
Music? Well Mrs. Conroy was certainly not musically, on
the scale of Mr. Don Johnson . Sharon Zorn, when she could walk over
from the high school, play the upright piano accompanied as we sang,
Davy Crocket or Blue Bird Blue Bird,… if not, Mrs. Conroy in her
own key, taught and sang to us in German, ‘Fraulein” or “Wooden
Heart as she discussed Elvis as a GI in Germany and Cassius Clay, the
boxer.
Quiet time…. She’d read, and read,and read…… away we’d
be transported. Oh the places, cultures, our travels took us … in
the many, many books she read, …. the world she opened to us , and
we become I think….. ie. third culture citizens.
It was through , “The Weekly Reader” we read and discussed
project ‘Hope’, the hospital ship. Once a week,we eager students
wondered where that paper would take us.
One day, her lucky helper placed the Weekly Reader on each
desk. An unidentified man not someone we knew about. Many students
did not have T.V’s. Who was this guy? This a bearded guy in green
uniform and cap, with a rifle? There was a BIG gasp as quiet
Angelina , now quite white stood over her desk and spat on her weekly
reader! Yep a big, big spit! Then she said, “I spit agh, I spit!”
OOOhhhhhh. Aghast, I looked around to my classmates who had
the same expression! Silence. We turned and ALL eyes averted away
from Angelina and upon Mrs. Conroy. She was calm and serene. She
just seemed to float toward Angelina putting her soft plump hand on
Angelina’s shoulder. A gentle squeeze.
That was what we teachers call, “A TEACHABLE MOMENT.”
Mrs. Conroy with her calm hand on Anglina, then directed us
to read orally… all about the guy in green. Then, she, encouraged
Angelina to tell us about that man, his name was, Fidel Castro. Our
very own, Angelina Parlade became our teacher in that class and on
through the next recess.
Please Maria ,Please thank dear Angelina.
Over the years, I have often wondered about her. Especially,
as I share with my students about her profound effect on me as a peer
from another culture who imparted and shared her knowledge of Cuba
with we, her fourth grade classmates. I am so delighted that Gary
has connected you!
Morinville, Marmon, Azure Clan. Keep the faith, for another
former 4th grade classmate Debbie Morinville.
To the Pritchard family, peace and prayers.
Thank you Dick for sharing about our dear friend Carroll who
taught me all about WWII on the German front. Oh, y’all out there in
Gary Stokesland, if you could have known that gentle man, he was
small in stature. It was my privilege and Dick’s that he revealed
and left a huge imprint on our hearts with his knowledge and pure
honest patriotism.
My heart is with you all my dear friends.Til we meet again
through e-mail. Later, Vickie
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Vickie L. Metcalfe