Reply from Eleanar Nerpel Bishop’s (38) duaghter Ann Myers: 

Hello Gary –

Thanks for the email about my mom’s class. I printed it out and gave it to her.  I also printed out and gave the information on the cruise to my Uncle Gus Nerpel (my mom’s brother). Don’t know if he was interested or not.

Ann Myers
Ann, does you uncle Gus Nerpel have email? With the Bedard’s, Anderson’s & Nerpel’s, you have a lot of cousins/relatives from Dunseith, a lot of whom are included with our daily distribution. Gary

Reply from Bernard Morin (76):

Yes Bev, I have to agree with you that Lyle is a great storyteller. I remember being in shop class & our assignment was to give a 10 minute speech. When it came to Lyle’s turn his speech was titled ” The Brown Cow”. I don’t remember the whole speech but I believe there were only 11 different words in the entire speech. By the time his 10 minutes were up the whole class was in stitches including Mr. Enander who I think was the shop teacher at the time. I don’t know what grade Lyle received for his speech but it should have been 110% for delivery.                      In reply to Mel Kuhn, I’m also in the dark on the whereabouts of these gathering places that Lyle speaks of. I believe that these gatherings only involved classes from 71 to 75 as the class of 76 was very studious and the majority.
Reply from Dick Johnson (68): 

Gary and Friends,

Mel must be running for office. We all know he wrote the book on Beer
Can Alley, the Butte, and most other party spots! His old red and black
56 Olds and then his blue 55 Ford were seen at most of the parties. The
only conclusion I can come up with is that his memory has really gone
bad or he is planning a run for some political office. Mel, it won’t
work–we’ll blow your cover! Thanks Gary!

Dick

Reply from Allen Richard (65): 

To Mel Kuhn–

Like you I never quite figured out the name and location of some of the “hot spots.”  There was one on Dad’s land that was south of Ernest LaCroix’s place and 1/2 mile east of the road from HWY 5 to the old Currie School.  I guess it got started sometime after 1970.  Anyway we had to clean a lot of cans from our sickle bar of the swather and dodge bottles to keep from cutting tires.

Dad got wind of the names of a couple people who were in — the class of ’72— I think.  He knew one of the kids pretty well and asked him/her  if they could simply toss everything into a pile.  Next time we went to work the field, not only was there a big pile, but the whole area had been pretty well picked up.  Thanks guys — you saved us a few flats and broken sickle blades!

Allen

Reply from Diane Berg Rhealt (79): 

Lyle, I love your story.  I felt like I was reading a book, and I could envision all the places in my mind (well not all, the only lake I went to was Adams Lake-& with my cousin Sue Berg), but I used to watch you guys in a few of your games at Campbell’s home when I was little.  & later, I learned about some of the other places mentioned.  Those really were the days!!  You really should write a book.  I would buy a copy!!  Love you, man!

Diane (Berg)Rheault

Reply from Rod Hiatt (69): 

Good morning all
When Lyle was talking about George, it reminded me of a song by Jimmy Dean about Big Bad John who with the blow of a big right hand sent a Louisiana man to the promised land. Well that could have been Big Bad George.

One night at a party, one of George’s younger brothers and myself got
into a small altercation that didn’t last long and I figured was all
over. Well a few days later a couple of us and dates were in at the
Garden Lanes bowling and George walked through the door. He came
straight over to me and with 1 blow put me either threw or over 3 rows
of chairs(good thing the chairs stopped me or I might have starved to
death rolling) George said nothing just turned and walked out. About a
week later I happened to be back over in Dunseith again(not claiming to
be the smartest one in the family) I think at Dales station when the
door opened and in came George heading straight over to me. I think my
life might have flashed in front of my eyes, when George stretched his
hand out to shake. He said” I’m sorry Roddy for the other day, but he is
my little brother and I just had to do it. I hope we’re still friends”
George and I remained friends and I respect him still today as a friend,
a gentleman and a man with one hell of a big right hand.

Reply/Picture from Neola Kofoid Garbe: 

Hi Gary,

This is another courthouse picture.  Chances are slim this is George Malaterre, but you never know, so I thought I’d send it to you. 

Neola

Unknown Boxer


Vicky Bergan’s picture provided by Neola Kofoid Garbe:

Glenda Anderson Bergan’s (60) reply to Gary: 

HI Gary

Got your email with Vicky’s picture, yes she is my daughter, she graduated from Dunseith in 1982, and the picture is when she was” North Dakota state Horse show association queen”  (NDSHSA) in 1983.

She lives in Princeton, MN  And her married name is, Vicky Bergan-Dietz.

and also I’d like to thank you for all the Dunseith memories.

Glenda Anderson Bergan

Glenda, this is a beautiful picture of Vicky.  She is for sure a queen. We’d love to get Vicky’s email address if she has one. Glenda, I think I remember you telling me that you are a sister to Lorenzo Anderson (63)?  Have I remember that correctly?  Many of our readers remember your husband David’s family too, the Clayton Bergan Family. They lived North and East of Dunseith on what think they call the Jack Rabbit Highway.  I could be out to lunch with the name of road, but I know exactly which road it is.  Gary

     Vicky Bergan – “1983 North Dakota state Horse show association queen”

                                   Dunseith High School Class of 1963