From Clyde & Marge Satrang (51): 

WE DON’T KNOW WHAT IS WRONG BUT WE HAVEN’T GOTTEN ANY NEWS

SINCE NO. 230. WE MISS  THEM. THANK YOU FOR DOING THIS FOR
ALL THE PEOPLE. SPENT A FEW DAYS IN DUNSEITH IN JULY. OUR
GRANDSON HAD A DALES BURGER. IT WAS BIG!!!!! ALWAYS GOOD TO
GET BACK TO NORTH DAKOTA. IT WILL ALWAYS BE HOME. CLYDE AND
MARGE SATRANG

From Bobby Slyter (70): 

To Jacqueline Hiatt fix: was so glad to see you on this blog have not seen or heard from you in years, I am Bobby Slyter your uncle Freddie step son, hope to hear from you again soon

Olga Nelson Edinger’s Obituary provided by Neola Kofoid Garbe:
Folks, Olga was a sister to Mildred & Marie Nelson Parrill.

Adeline Halls Obituary provided by Neola Kofoid Garbe:


Renee’s address:

Renee Wondrasek
1071 Highway 5 NE
Bottineau, ND 58318

Message/Pictures from Dick Johnson (68): 

Gary and Friends,

Harvesting in the old days wasn’t with diesel powered, axial flow,

monster combines. It was slow and hot hard work done by hand with pitch
forks and racks for bundles, pulled to the threshing machine and then
pitched into the machine by hand again! The grain was put on wagons and
then shoveled, by hand again into the granary. I get tired just
remembering how we did it! I only helped thresh a couple times as
Grandpa Hans bought a steel wheeled Deering combine when I was quite
young. I do remember real well though, shoveling endless bushels of
grain into the wooden grain bins! The trucks we had didn’t have hoists,
so it was shovel, shovel,shovel! When we got the first paddle elevator,
Dad cut a hole in the floor of the truck box and made a sliding trap
door so the grain would run out, and all I had to do was shovel the
whole load over to the hole! It was lots easier! When I hear younger
guys complain about the time it takes to unload a truck today with 10″
augers, I just have to smile! They have it tough! I found some old
pictures of harvesting on our place between 1924 and the 1950s and am
attaching them. The people are Hans and Axel Johnson, and Wm.
Christianson, and others whose names are a casualty of time. Thanks Gary!

Dick

                                  Dunseith High School Class of 1948