From Dale Pritchard (63):
Two hurricanes in two weeks? Sep 2nd and 13th. I hope that was my share for
the next several years! Ike started on shore at Galveston about 11:00 PM
Friday night. It was still to the Southwest of us on Saturday morning but
kicking up pretty good. It got progressively worse until late afternoon
Saturday before it started tapering off. At one point, there was some pretty
severe metal banging up on the roof. The flashing between the house and patio
roof was coming up and getting ready to go. When we got a break in the wind
and rain I went up on the roof and started nailing it back down. I had no
more than gotten up there when the wind and rain came again with a vengeance.
It took about 30 seconds to get thoroughly soaked while holding the flashing
down and holding on to my nail bucket and hammering at the same time. What I
especially didn’t like was the feeling that the wind was trying to pick me up
too even though I was pretty much on hands and knees. But I was successful.
Given another few minutes, the flashing would have gone over the house and
probably connected with my car and pickup. The only damage was the flashing
and several shingles missing again. I guess when you live someplace by choice
you make a deal with Mother Nature to accept whatever she has to give. You
don’t necessarily have to like it! You could have the West Coast earthquakes,
Tornadoes in Tornado Alley, Nor’Easters and hurricanes on the East Coast,
hurricanes in the South, or the Northern snowstorms in between. Everyplace
has something unpleasant to offer.
To Keith Pladson: It was good to hear from you. Your mother gave me your
address and phone number a few years ago and I still have them but haven’t
used them. Someday maybe. My daughter and her husband live if Fairfax, VA
now so it’s likely I’ll be sort of in your area sometime. I spent ’69′ and
’70′ at Langley AFB at Hampton, VA and drove through your area several times.
Very nice area!
Dale
Diane Larson Sjol’s (70) reply to Dick Johnson (68):
Dick,
You have a way with words. I enjoy reading your colorful
stories…you should seriously think of writing a book.
Diane Sjol
From Paula Fassett Pfuhl (71):
Hi Gary – and all….
’ve corresponded with Diane (Larson) a few times over the last few days regarding her participation in the Susan B. Komen Walk for The Cure event this weekend. I was hoping it started downtown Minneapolis so I could sneak away from work and watch the start of it; however, that’s not the case. If there are any of your readers who live in the Twin City area and would like to be a spectator, here is a website that you can use to find out more information about the walk.
Scroll down a bit to get to the article regarding the walk. It starts at the MN State Fairgrounds on Sat and ends at the State Capitol in St. Paul on Sunday. There is a link in this article that has info regarding ‘spectator stations’.
Go Diane!!!!!
Paula
From Bobby Slyter(70):
To Vickie Hiatt La Fontaine: Oh yes the sugar cookies who can forget those that aunt Margie made mmmmmmmm good, and I always loved the smell of uncle Bills pipe such wonderful memories and just a great couple, us kids where very lucky to have them in our lives
| JUST LITTLE OLE ME FROM KANSAS
(Part 9 CARROLL CARLSON’S TRAVELING YEARS, BY VICKIE METCALFE (70): Life On the Front When up around the front, Carroll lived on stew or beans, (sea rations) “had to eat to live.” There were one hundred men in a battery. We were separate and had our own cooks. When the cooks got up to the front , we’d line up trying to be first. Carroll recalls a time back in Sicily, a guy he knew, Greene, wasn’t known for being real careful. Carroll told him once, he needed to stop his stunts. One day in the chow line Greene and another guy were tossing a live grenade back and forth, The grenade exploded in Greens midsection and Greene was killed. The “grave registration detail moved in and picked up the body”. Carroll said the men continued through the chow line and ate. The other guy tossing the grenade with Greene had to talk to the officers. Tanks, men, and war rolled on. Carroll’s Traveling Years will Continue with part 10 tomorrow:
From Bobby Slyter(70): Gary: Would you please pass this on to all of your readers I believe this is important.
Bobby, With the patriotism our folks have to those in the armed forces, I will gladly post this. Gary
A 9/11 anniversary reminder If the red shirt thing is new to you, read below how it went for a man… Last week, while traveling to Chicago on business, I noticed a Marine sergeant traveling with a folded flag, but did not put two and two together. After we boarded our flight, I turned to the sergeant, who’d been invited to sit in First Class (across from me), and inquired if he was heading home. No, he responded. Heading out I asked? No. I’m escorting a soldier home. Going to pick him up? No. He is with me right now. He was killed in Iraq , I’m taking him home to his family. The realization of what he had been asked to do hit me like a punch to the gut. It was an honor for him. He told me that, although he didn’t know the soldier, he had delivered the news of his passing to the soldier’s family and felt as if he knew them after many conversations in so few days. I turned back to him, extended my hand, and said, Thank you. Thank you for doing what you do so my family and I can do what we do. Upon landing in Chicago, the pilot stopped short of the gate and made the following announcement over the intercom. ‘Ladies! and gentlemen, I would like to note that we have had the honor of having Sergeant Steeley of the United States Marine Corps join us on this flight. He is escorting a fallen comrade back home to his family. I ask that you please remain in your seats when we open the forward door to allow Sergeant Steeley to deplane and receive his fellow soldier. We will then turn off the seat belt sign.’ Without a sound, all went as requested. I noticed the sergeant saluting the casket as it was brought off the plane, and his action made me realize that I am proud to be an American. So here’s a public Thank You to our military Men and Women for what you do so we can live the way we do. Red Fridays. Very soon,you will see a great many people wearing Red every Friday. The reason? Americans who support our troops used to be called the ‘silent majority.’ We are no longer silent, and are voicing our love for God, country and home in record breaking numbers. We are not organized, boisterous or overbearing. Many Americans, like you, me and all our friends, simply want to recognize that the vast majority of American’s supports our troops. Our idea of showing solidarity and support for our troops with dignity and respect starts this Friday — and continues each and every Friday until the troops all come home, sending a deafening message that .. every red-blooded American who supports our men and women afar, will wear something red. By word of mouth, press, TV — let’s make the United States on every Friday a sea of red much like a homecoming football game in the bleachers. If every one of us who loves this country will share this with acquaintances, coworkers , friends, and family, it will not be long before the USA is covered in RED and it will let our troops know the once ‘silent’ majority is on their side more than ever, certainly more than the media lets on. The first thing a soldier says when asked ‘What can we do to make things better for you?’ is ‘We need your support and your prayers.’ Let’s get the word out and lead with class and dignity, by example, and wear something red every Friday. |
Folks, I thought I’d share this class of 65 prophecy. This is some really interesting stuff with predictions of what our class members would be doing years down the road form 1965. I’m not sure who in our class dreamed all these predictions up, but they are most interesting, especially now, 43 years later. Gary
Prophecy
CLASS OF 1965
(Retyped from original supplied by Carol Jasper-Ross)
As we look into our crystal ball we can vaguely see the future of the members of the Class of ’65. As the picture becomes more vivid we see Bill Grimme as the head of Grimme and Son’s Torpedo Plant. Even though he is gray and wrinkled with age he still manages to fill his chair.
Under a spreading oak tree we find Alan Boguslawski busily composing his tenth symphony, which we hope will be played in La Scala like his other nine.
It is now 1975 and we see Ernie Gottbreht and his beautiful bride, Dana, as he carries her across the threshold of the forty room mansion which has just been completed by E. J. Gottbreht, Inc.
It is now 1980 and it appears that when Patty Boguslawski got her marriage license she also received a boss’s license to run Dale’s, the name of which has been changed to “Patty’s Palace”. The place has grown considerably for no longer is the café existing but a 17 room steak house has been erected in its place and Patty can be seen on hands and knees scrubbing floors daily.
It is 1975 and we see Helen Vogels still riding the surf but as we get a better view we see ten little surfers coming behind her; she must have found her seven foot dream man.
It seems that Eli Whitney has finally run into great competition in keeping his name in the history books as Gary Stokes has recently invented a hydro-electric manure spreader. The profits from his invention will be used to finance his growing family.
It’s 1979 and Jean Abrahamson has finally completed her business course in Minot and has accepted a job at the Security State Bank as head cashier, but the income must not be too stupendous as she still carries her egg crates across the street each morning to the Red Owl Agency.
John Bedard has taken over his father’s business, but apparently he is still girl shy as he is the one and only eligible bachelor, although his lady butler is still working on him.
Dunseith has finally been blessed with its own live entertainment which the public can enjoy every Saturday night in the parking lot behind Hosmer’s Store featuring Carol Jasper singing the latest “Hillbilly Hits”. She is trying hard to be a success and all contributions are appreciated.
It is a happy day for Gladys Roussin as she runs across the Dunseith Airport to meet her fiancée who has just returned from 18 years of loyal service in the United States Air Force.
We find Esther Murray behind bars at the “State Pen”. She has just been convicted for bigamy since she couldn’t choose between her many loves. They are all still very faithful as they all come to visit her regularly.
Kenny has finally been hired as chief flower picker by his father-in-law, Mr. Vogels, although Mary is of great help when she can distinguish between the roses and the red headed kids.
Peter Gillis is still driving the streets of the city. His younger days must have influenced his present occupation for he is now Chief of Police of the booming metropolis of Dunseith.
Cecile is still trying to get to Rome but due to financial problems she has to construct a raft to hold her and sixteen kids. She is a sad gal since Morgan’s Lumber Company won’t permit her husband to leave town until he pays for his lumber.
The biggest success of the Class of ’65 is none other than Barbara Kalk who has been in Hollywood for a number of years now. Last year she won an Oscar for the fastest curtain puller.
Word has just been received by us that Allen Richard has just turned down a proposal for the 50th time. He is still waiting for Juliet to make her appearance. Good luck Allen.
It’s 1998 and poor John Awalt is once again on crutches due to the fact that his wife Joan accidentally slammed the garage door on his leg as he was pushing his ’55 Chevy into the garage.
Back in a dismal corner of the Post Office we find Susan Fassett sitting in a rocking chair waiting for the mail truck to arrive. It seems her age has finally crept up on her, but even though the mail is often late her motto is “Better Late than Never”.
It is now the year 1980 and we find the business booming at the Crystal Café since the new proprietors Ginger and Anthony Poitra took over. They will never be at a loss for waitresses and pearl divers as they are awaiting their eighth girl.
We now see Joe Casavant operating his own dairy farm which consists of one skinny cow and a flock of registered chickens which he claims lay golden eggs.
We see that Angela is a very devoted wife to her disabled veteran who had the misfortune of losing his big toe while cleaning his rifle; but that doesn’t stop him from helping her in her poppy factory.
Ten years from now if you happen to be in the flourishing city of Thorne and are in need of a good taxi cab driver just call on Rene Casavant who got his well rounded cab driver’s education in old DHS.
Margaret Metcalfe is in seventh heaven since she has just taken over her father’s ranch and now her only desire is to get ahold of some good ranch hand who will also make a prospective husband.
After twenty years of hard labor as a grease monkey Henry Hackman has been promoted to assistant manager of Robert’s Service. Some may say the promotion was due to the fact that he married the boss’s daughter.
It is now 1985 and everyone is closely watching Warren Anderson fight for the Heavyweight Championship of that year. He is sure to win because of his daily practice on his wife, Carol Pritchard.
We no longer see the smiling face of Joan Salmonson seated in the office of DHS as her place has been filled by Helen Rivard who couldn’t bear to leave the educational atmosphere of school life.
Clifford Henry has just inherited his father’s farm and his main crops are rye and little football players.
This concludes the prophesy of the Class of 1965.