Message from Janelle Fugere Montgomery: Denton, TX.
Hi Gary,
I would like to be added to the Dunseith Blog. I am the daughter of Lois Hiatt Fugere. My brother, Delmer Fugere forwards me information and though I don’t know many people personally I recognize names my parents talked about growing up. I think it would fun to read and keep up with folks from North Dakota where my parents grew up.
Thank you,
Janelle Fugere Montgomery
Janelle, With pleasure I have added you to our distribution list. Coming from the Fugere and Hiatt families, you have many fine relatives, many of whom are on our distribution. Gary
Class of 73 photo ID’S
From Jeff Campbell (’76): Bismarck, ND
1 Jim Casavant, 2 Vicki Johnson, 3-4 Becky Coleman and Cathy Campbell, 5 Clark Malaterre, 6 Cathy Campbell, 7 Edith Struck, 8 Laura Fettig, 9 Becky Coleman, 10 Dean Striker, 11-12 Lynn Gillis & LeRae Hagel
Class of 73 photo ID’S
From Aggie Casavant (’79): Fort Mill, SC
Hi Gary,
In ref to the Class of 73 I think it’s like this: #1. Jimmy Casavant #2. Laurie Evans #5. George Maleterre #6. Kathy Campbell #10. Dean Striker #8. Laura Fettig #9. —— Petersen….or a Getzlaff girl. I think I have those ones right. Aggie
Class of 73 photo ID
From Rob Olson (’79): Walla Walla, WA
Number 5 is Clark Malaterre a great friend who left us way to early.
Class of 73 photo Comment
From Flavia Moraes (’73):
So good to see my classmates.
Class of 73 pictures
Posted by Trish Larson Clayburgh (’73): Montana
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Blog (307) posted on December 13, 2008
Peter Richard (51):
Folks, Peter Richard called me today. Peter was with the class of 51. He transferred to the academy in Willow City his senior year. Peter has been in the real-estate business for many years. He and his wife just returned from a South America Cruise. I called and left a message with his voice mail when he was gone and he returned my call. I located Peter when Tom Hagen told me that he was in their class. I have pasted Peter’s address and phone number below, however he does not have email. Peter is a really friendly sort of a guy, so I’m sure he’d enjoy hearing from you guys. Gary
| Richard | Peter | 14517 228th St SE | Snohomish, WA 98296 | (360) 668-5802 | No email address |
Reply from Rhonda Hiatt (75):
Gary,
No need to apologize. I don’t know how you keep any of this straight,with everyone sending things in and you putting it all together everyday, and then sending it back out. You really do such a remarkable job. It seems like everyday someone wants to be added to the list and that just shows you how much this really means to everyone. When you are at the dinner in Seattle, I hope you stand up and take a bow, you certainly deserve it.
Rhonda Hiatt (75)
Rhonda, I am so glad that you and several others pointed those errors out to me. I encourage folks to let me know of these mistakes. I am not bothered in the least by them doing so. I will admit, that was a gross error that I should have caught before hitting the send button.
About taking a bow, I kind of don’t think that will happen. I’d rather be in the shadows. In fact giving public address’ is not my thing. I will leave all that up to the professions, Bill Grimme and company. With the reports that I’ve gotten, I think the majority of you Vancouver folks plan to attend the Dunseith Reunion dinner at the Best Western, in Seattle on July 24th. That’s wonderful! We are looking forward to seeing everyone. Gary
From Shirley Olson Warcup (49):
Condolences to Lois Hiatt’s family,
I was sorry to hear of Lois’s death. I am 7 or 8 years older than Lois so didn’t know her as an adult. I remember her only as a child–a very pretty little girl. I also did not know about the death of Wallace. (For those who may not know this–Lois and Wallace are my cousins. Our mothers were sisters.) I’m grateful to Gary for this service he’s providing. It really does keep us informed and connected. Thanks Gary!
Shirley Warcup
From Bobby Slyter (70):
| GARY; PLEASE DONT BEAT YOURSELF UP OVER THE MISTAKES WITH AUNT LOIS, WE ALL MAKE THEM AND FOR HEAVENS SAKE WITH ALL THAT YOU DO YOU ARE ALLOWEDALSO THANKS FOR ALL THE CONDOLENSES FROM PEOPLE ON THIS BLOG AND AGAIN GARY THANK YOU FOR ALL THAT YOU DO |
JUST LITTLE OLE ME FROM KANSAS
Another great story from Larry Hackman (66):
Larry, You mention being a little bit over 50. If memory serves me right, I think you were a year behind me and I’m 61, so I’d say you are indeed, over 50 by a few years. Gary
Gary
How areyou? Glad to have you back with us. Here is a little story about a day gone by. Things are all white around here in Dakota land, and we are getting ready for temperatures that will be well below the ones we keep in our freezers.
Put a smile on your face and we will turn up the thermostats.
Take care,
Larry
Thanksgiving Day Trip in the early 1950’s
It snowed the night before. There must of been at least a foot of nice fresh snow laying on the ground in a giant undisturbed quilt. Isn’t it funny how it changes your whole perspective on the world. With the sun shining It looks like a new beginning, everything looks so nice and clean and bright. We were invited to my uncle and aunts, Ed and Celia Walter farm for Thanksgiving dinner. Dad knew there was no way he was going to get there with the car, and nobody would be opening up the roads on Thanksgiving Day.
Dad went and harnessed up the team of horses and pulled the sleigh with hay rack up along side the grain wagon. Then he slide the the hay rack off the sleigh onto the ground and then slide the grain box from the wagon onto the sleigh. People were strong in them days. I suppose because most things were done by hand. I don’t remember anyone ever going to the gym to work out. What was a gym? The grain box which measured 4 to 5 feet wide and 10 to 12 feet long, and with 4 ft. sides all the way around, was then filled with a couple feet of straw. Mom had all us kids, I think there was 5 or 6 of us at the time all bundled up. We were all put into the wagon box, and then they got in with us. We were off to grandma’s house all nice and snug in the straw. Us boys standing hanging onto the side watching the scenery go by. Grandma Hackman along with my two uncles lived on a farm located about a mile southwest of us. The three of them got into the grain box with us and we proceeded across country through the trees to the Walter Farm. The Walter farm is located about 4 miles south of my Grandma’s Farm as a crow would fly, if it would fly straight.
Dad,s team of horses, two black mares, worked good together as they trotted through the snow pulling us along behind on the sleigh. Babe the leader of the two horses guided us along the trail with directions signaled to her through the reins that were handled by my dad. The other horse who was named Topsey because of her large body balanced on top of legs that looked to small to support her body, trotted along side Babe. Many years ago a older gentleman from the Turtle Mountians told me the story of Dad buying the two horses at a sale being held at the County Fair in Rolla, ND. He said there were more people outside the fence watching my dad break them horses to ride then there were inside the fence going to the fair. He said my dad was blessed with long legs and once he wrapped them around a horse he was on to stay. Dad rode one horse and lead the other from the fair grounds to the farm located about 10 miles northwest of Rolla.
Did you ever notice while working with horses or on hay rides, that horses seem to take more air in through their nostrils then they are able to expel through them? There must be a check valve located somewhere between their lungs and their nose to keep their lungs full so that they can exert more force for pulling. If this is the case, there must be a pressure relief valve to keep them from exploding. Apparently this valve is located to the rear of the animal? This is probably why more people ride them?
Back to Thanksgiving.
It was a beautiful day the sun was shining and there was no wind. Any day the winds not blowing, is a beautiful day in North Dakota. We arrived at the Walter farm and had a delicious Turkey dinner. After the meal the men sat down to visit and the women were busy visiting and cleaning up. The boys were chased out of the house. Which, always seemed to happen to the boys after eating a meal. I wonder why? I don’t know where the girls would go. I know there was plenty of snow for washing faces outside. The Walter boys who were in there teens at the time kept us busy. I remember them showing us there home made 22 pistols that they had built using a small pipe and a carved wood handle with a nail for a firing pin. I remember they took us to this pond that had a nice undisturbed layer of fresh snow on it, where they tramped out paths in the shape of a huge wagon wheel. We played fox and goose. I remember I didn’t like the game much, as when I became it , I ended up staying it, as my legs were short and the snow was deep. Hell, I wouldn’t of been able to catch them guys if I had on tennis shoes and been on a paved track. I was more like that little guy on that movie, A Christmas Story, where that little guy had on so many clothes that when he fell over he couldn’t get back up. However we all must have worked up quite an appetite by mid afternoon, as the Walter boys snuck, sneaked, into the chicken coupe and got some eggs. We then went off into trees, brush and found a secluded spot. There they built a campfire, took a coffee can, filled it with snow, put it on the fire and when the water was boiling, they put in the eggs. We had boiled eggs for lunch.
The next thing I knew the folks were holloring. It was time to load up and head for home as they wanted to be home before dark. At home there would be cows to milk, eggs to gather, and animals to feed.
We proceeding along at pretty good clip with the horse drawn sleigh through the woods when all of a sudden one of the back runners of the sleigh caught a rock or a stump, Grandma Hackman who was about 75 years old was standing in the back of the box was catapaulted into the air and out of the box. She landed head first in a snow bank. Dad got the team stopped and his two brothers got out and picked up their mother. She was alright. I emagine with all the clothes she had on and the fresh snow provided her with a soft landing. They got grandma back into the box and we proceeded on our way. I don’t know what was said, but I do know that Grandma said something and my dad and his two brothers, pretty much laughed the rest of the way home. Their loud laughter echoing through the trees on a quiet evening, was a nice finishing touch, to a great day.
A couple of thoughts
I know this was at a different time but I just don,t remember throwing rocks at that old car body. I don’t remember you even hiding in there. Were we playing hide-and-seek. It must have been somebody else that threw them rocks or maybe there was just a small hail storm over that old car body?
I don’t recall who mentioned this, but I do recall that there were two fly-overs, over Dunseith. I don’t know the years for sure. I remember being on the south end of Main when the street lights started rattling and before you knew it, these jets went flying by. I’m thinking this was in 1962. The other incident was prior to 1962, and I remember watching the jets fly over town from our yard located two blocks west of the Drug Store. I don’t know if it was, The Thunderbrids, Blue Angels, or a joy-stick jockey from the Minot Air Base. but, I do know that everyone blamed that crazy Hosmer kid, for both fly overs. By the way, I am a little bit over 50. Where have the years gone?
There was a Phillip Larson that use to come up from Arizonia and spend summers, across the street from us, at Arnold Lilleby’s. He would stretch a hammock between two trees on the north side of Arnold’s house. My job being the good neighbor kid, was to sneak over and tip him out, and try to take his place in the hammock. We also shared and traded a lot of comic books. He was the first one to tell me, that it gets so hot in Phoenix, AZ. in the summer time, that you can fry eggs on the street. Now my sister Betty lives down there and she has told me the same thing. I suppose it does save on washing dishes?
Laugh and the whole world laughs with you.
Larry
Walter Hiatt Family photo provided by Stan Salmonson (61) & Dick Johnson (68):
Gary and Friends,
This afternoon I stopped in at Northland Builders in Dunseith. Stan
Salmonson handed me a picture of the Walter and Julia Hiatt family from
the mid ’40s. This is Lois Hiatt Fugere’s family and she is the little
girl in the front, with blond hair. She recently passed away at about
age 70. I think many of the readers are acquainted with, or related to,
the Hiatts. The family consisted of Walter and Julia–parents, Freddie,
Delores, Eldon, Bernard, Wallice, and Lois. Thanks for posting, Gary.
Dick
We know who the family members are, but other than for Walter, Julia & Lois; I’m not sure who’s who in this
photo.If some of you can identify who’s who, I will repost with names. Thanks, Gary
Walter & Julia Hiatt Family
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