Gary and Friends,     It just hit me like a hammer!  The car Norm Larson had was a
Studebaker Hawk,  if I remember right,  could have been a Silver Hawk or
Golden Hawk and he had it when they lived just to the east of the grade
school.  I could be wrong but I think that’s the car Larsons had.�
Thanks Gary!

Dick

 

 

 

 

 

Just had to put my two cents in on Kruschev—his full name is Valiant Moyer  . !

Boy we sure researched him/ you  huh?  Val?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 LaVerne Rude (Carrole Fauske): Bottineau HS Class of 1963

 

 

 

 

  

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Hi Gary – I think the 4^th guy from the left, in the back row is my dad, Phelps (Bill) Gardner.  I forwarded the picture to Lloyd to verify.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Gary–I sure enjoyed the picture of the original Carl and Jessie Millang family.  We grew up together and we all attended Sunday School and church at Little Prairie–those large families helped to fill up that precious little county church.  The Millang kids went to a country school and my family, the Jim and Ella Metcalfe kids went to Hilltop, School (Carpenter #4) then in 1955 we bussed to Dunseith, along with the Millang family.    Then, those country schools closed.  I think Millangs went to Wetherault or Lockhart.  Maybe they can refresh my memory about those schools.�
Keep the pictures coming, Gary
Geri

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I loved the Siamese Twin joke….I remember when I was in second or third grade back in 1959 or 1960..my dad bought a Studebaker..it was white with turquoise.  We thought it was the coolest car around.  Dad got orders for Korea shortly after that and ended up selling it to a kid they called Kruschev…can’t remember his real name (Cheryl, do you remember?).  Anyway, he ended up wrecking the car.  Considering the outcome of Studebakers, probably not a bad thing.

 

 

Gary, You really hit the archives on this one.  I guess this was the complete “school” that year.  What is sad is that less than 10 years later, Arnold Hiatt was killed by electrocution and Arlene Phelps died, in high school at St. John, of an aneurism or something along that line.  If I remember right, she complained of not feeling good and less than an hour later she was gone. We go when somebody else says it’s time!

Dale

Dale ,

 

Yes, I think you are right. This was the entire school.

 

Analyzing this photo, I think you were in 7th grade and John in 8th. Bradley Salmonson was a year ahead of John and Bradley is not in this picture. I would have been in the 5th grade. My brother Bud (Darrel) is not in this picture either. He stared school when I was in grade 6.

 

This had to have been school year 57/58. Do you remember what grade Tom Longre was in? I think he was by himself a year ahead of me or he could have been in the same grade as you and Arnie?  Take note of all those 3rd graders, the whole 2nd row.

 

Yes, you are absolutely right about Arlene Phelps. She was our teacher, Mrs. Phelps, daughter. Arnie Hiatt was electrocuted in the summer of 1964 when a truck boom, the cable of which he was holding onto, hit electrical wires. Your brother John is no longer with us either. 

 

Gary 

 

Three ND folks with Bottineau connections living in Cebu

For you Bottineau folks and others too, take note of the last name of the guy in Orange. Dave Sandness was a Cousin to Richard Sandness. Dick was a loan officer at First National for many years. Art Hagen and I had the privilege of meeting Dave Sandness and his wife Esther at our monthly Expat dinner this past Monday at the Marco Polo Hotel. Dave is originally from LaMoure, ND

Gary 

Reply to the Veterans School picture

From Sybil Johnson:  Chippewa Falls, WI

That surely looks like your Dad. Ive seen pictures of him, that surely looks like him.

Gary, In the back row, standing under the white light. That sure looks like Don; even though I only met him a few times.

Sybil

Dick,

 

I don’t remember your dad being with this group, but I could be wrong.

 

Sybil, I kind of think the guy under the white light with a tie is Manford Cain? I could be wrong though. Doreen Larson Moran, are you able help us out here? Manford Cain was your close neighbor to the north.

 

As I remember, most of these guys were WW II vets. For instructional purposes, this class would take on personal projects among members of the class. I remember in the summer of 1953 when we were adding an addtion onto our house, as a learning project, these guys spent several days or more at our house building this addition. With such a large group of guys it didn’t take long to complete the addition.

 

Dad became pretty good friends with Manford Cain too. I remember one time he and one other guy stopped by Manford’s house when they knew he wasn’t home and cleaned his barn, calf pens and all. Needless to say, Manford was pleasanly surprised. That is a story I heard repeated many times and from Manford too.

 

Gary

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 I loved the Siamese Twin joke….I remember when I was in second or third grade back in 1959 or 1960..my dad bought a Studebaker..it was white with turquoise.  We thought it was the coolest car around.  Dad got orders for Korea shortly after that and ended up selling it to a kid they called Kruschev…can’t remember his real name (Cheryl, do you remember?).  Anyway, he ended up wrecking the car.  Considering the outcome of Studebakers, probably not a bad thing.

 

 

 

LaVerne J. Manning

May 13, 1935-March 13, 2013

March 19, 2013

A memorial service for LaVerne J. Manning, 77, of Princeton, Ill., was Friday at the Norberg Memorial Home, in Princeton. Mark Manning officiated. Burial will be private and at a later date.

LaVerne Joseph Manning passed away on Wednesday, March 13, 2013, at St. Margarets Hospital, Spring Valley, Ill. He was born May 13, 1935, in Thompson, Ill., to Bernard Joseph and Catherine Mary (Haffman) Manning. He attended school in Polo, Ill. He married Shirley Whipple in 1957. She passed away in 1991. He then married Norma Johnson in 1993. He was an over-the-road truck driver for Auto Buyers. He owned his own milk truck for five years, Illinois Valley Trucking, and eventually retired from Consolidated Freightways in August 1998.

He enjoyed woodworking, crafts and spending time with family.

He is survived by: his wife, Norma Manning, of Princeton. Also surviving are children: Mark (Amy) Manning, of Wyanet, Ill., Julie Moore, of Houston, Ladonna (Bill) Fasig, of Dacula, Ga., Margo Grotti, of Princeton, Larissa (Greg) Kramer, of Pennsauken, N.J., Bradley Moore, of San Diego; 17 grandchildren and one great-grandchild; three sisters, Lavonne Blakesley, of Livingston, Mont., Leota Cavanauen, of Polo, Ill., Donna Conklin, of Beloit, Mich.; and one brother, Lyle (Shirley) Manning, of Polo; along with numerous nieces and nephews.

He was preceded in death by: his parents; three brothers; three sisters; and his first wife.

In lieu of flowers, memorials may be directed to the donor’s choice.

Our condolences are with Norma and her family with LaVerne’s passing. He will be dearly missed.

 

Norma’s mother was Ruth Larshus Peterson. She was a first cousin to Art Rude. Ruth was also a teacher in Dunseith.

 

Folks, Norma corresponds with me letting me know that she faithfully reads these daily blogs. Her email address is norski42@comcast.net

 

Gary

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Lorraine Millang found the attached picture and was wondering if you would know who their relatives might be.  She would love to give the picture to the family.   Thanks Janell

 

 

 

 

 

Colonoscopy Journal:�
 �
I called my friend Andy Sable, a gastroenterologist, to make an appointment for a colonoscopy. 

     A few days later, in his office, Andy showed me a color diagram of the colon, a lengthy organ that appears to go all over the place, at one point passing briefly through Minneapolis ..  

Then Andy explained the colonoscopy procedure to me in a thorough, reassuring and patient manner.

 

    I nodded thoughtfully, but I didn’t really hear anything he said, because my brain was shrieking, ‘HE’S GOING TO STICK A TUBE 17,000 FEET UP YOUR BEHIND!’�
I left Andy’s office with some written instructions, and a prescription for a product called ‘MoviPrep,’ which comes in a box large enough to hold a microwave oven.   I will discuss MoviPrep in detail later; for now suffice it to say that we must never allow it to fall into the hands of  America ‘s enemies.�
I spent the next several days productively sitting around being nervous. 

     Then, on the day before my colonoscopy, I began my  preparation.  In accordance with my instructions, I didn’t eat any solid food that day; all I had was chicken broth, which is basically  water, only with less flavor.�
Then, in the evening, I took the MoviPrep.  You mix two packets of powder together in a one-liter  plastic jug, then you fill it with lukewarm water. (For those unfamiliar with the metric system, a liter is about 32 gallons). Then you have to drink the whole jug..  This takes about an hour, because MoviPrep tastes – and here I am being kind – like a mixture of goat spit and urinal cleanser, with just a hint of lemon..�
The instructions for MoviPrep, clearly written by somebody with a great sense of humor, state that after you drink it, ‘a loose, watery bowel movement may result.’�
This is kind of like saying that after you jump off your roof, you may experience contact with the ground.�
MoviPrep is a nuclear laxative. I don’t want to be too graphic, here, but, have you ever seen a space-shuttle launch?  This is pretty much the MoviPrep experience, with you as the shuttle. There are times when you wish the commode had a seat belt.   You spend several hours pretty much confined to the bathroom, spurting violently.  You eliminate everything..  And then, when you figure you must be totally empty, you have to drink another liter of MoviPrep, at which point, as far as I can tell, your bowels travel into the future and start eliminating food that you have not even eaten yet.�
After an action-packed evening, I finally got to sleep.�
The next morning my wife drove me to the clinic. I was very nervous.  Not only was I worried about the procedure, but I had been experiencing occasional return bouts of MoviPrep spurtage.  I was thinking, ‘What if I spurt on Andy?’  How do you apologize to a friend for something like that? Flowers would not be enough.�
At the clinic I had to sign many forms acknowledging that I understood and totally agreed with whatever the heck the forms said. Then they led me to a room full of other colonoscopy people, where I went inside a little curtained space and took off my clothes and put on one of those hospital garments designed by sadist perverts, the kind that, when you put it on, makes you feel even more naked than when you are actually naked..�
Then a nurse named Eddie put a little needle in a vein in my left hand.  Ordinarily I would have fainted, but Eddie was very good, and I was already lying down.  Eddie also told me that some people put vodka in their MoviPrep.  �
At first I was ticked off that I hadn’t thought of this, but then I pondered what would happen if you got yourself too tipsy to make it to the bathroom, so you were staggering around in full Fire Hose Mode.  You would have no choice but to burn your house.�
When everything was ready, Eddie wheeled me into the procedure room, where Andy was waiting with a nurse and an anesthesiologist.  I did not see the 17,000-foot tube, but I knew Andy had it hidden around there somewhere..  I was seriously nervous at this point. 

     Andy had me roll over on my left side, and the anesthesiologist began hooking something up to the needle in my hand.�
There was music playing in the room, and I realized that the song was ‘Dancing Queen’ by ABBA.  I remarked to Andy that, of all the songs that could be playing during this particular procedure, ‘Dancing Queen’ had to be the least appropriate.�
‘You want me to turn it up?’ said Andy, from somewhere behind me.�
‘Ha ha,’ I said.   And then it was time, the moment I had been dreading for more than a decade.   If you are squeamish, prepare yourself, because I am going to tell you, in explicit detail, exactly what it was like.�
I have no idea.   Really.  I slept through it..  One moment, ABBA was yelling ‘Dancing Queen, feel the beat of the tambourine,’ and the next moment, I was back in the other room, waking up in a very mellow mood. 

    �
Andy was looking down at me and asking me how I felt.  I felt excellent.  I felt even more excellent when Andy told me that IT was all over, and that my colon had passed with flying colors. I have never been prouder of an internal organ. 

On the subject of Colonoscopies…�
Colonoscopies are no joke, but these comments during the exam were quite humorous….. A physician claimed that the following are actual comments made by his patients (predominately male) while he was performing their colonoscopies:�
1. ‘Take it easy, Doc. You’re boldly going where no man has gone before!’�
2. ‘Find Amelia Earhart yet?’�
3. ‘Can you hear me NOW?’�
4. ‘Are we there yet? Are we there yet? Are we there yet?’�
5. ‘You know, in  Arkansas , we’re now legally married.’�
6. ‘Any sign of the trapped miners, Chief?’�
7. ‘You put your left hand in, you take your left hand out….’�
8. ‘Hey! Now I know how a Muppet feels!’�
9. ‘If your hand doesn’t fit, you must quit!’�
10.. ‘Hey Doc, let me know if you find my dignity.’�
11.. ‘You used to be an executive at Enron, didn’t you?’�
12.. ‘God, now I know why I am not gay.’�
           And the best one of all:�
13.. ‘Could you write a note for my wife saying that my head is not up there?’ 

 

 

                                

 

 

 

 

Gary and Friends,      The story of Marc Gottbreht driving George’s new Bonneville
brought to mind another car from the same time slot—1962.  George got
the fancy two door and Lowell Leonard bought a new ’62 Catalina four
door.  This was a cheaper model of Pontiac but it had what we all
envied—–a 389 cubic inch V8 with tri-power  (three deuces) and a
straight stick transmission.  It was a frosty bluish green so no beauty
to look at but it had more guts than anything in town at that time.  I
drove it to town a few times from the gravel pit where Lowell and I
worked in ’68.  It was an older car then but it still had all the muscle
waiting for a call out.  Of course I had to kick it a couple times just
to see if it was still there.  It was.  We had a few wild New Years
Eve’s in old Dunseith and on one of those nights,  Lowell got stuck in
the ditch right in front of Dales and as he was going back and forth
from first gear to reverse,  he popped the entire bottom out of the
transmission!  Bad night for the Pontiac.

     Another ‘sleeper’  type car in old Dunseith was Vernolle Hill’s ’59
Chevy four door Biscayne.  He got the car from and older guy for not
much money and he replaced the old six cylinder engine with a big 348
engine with two four barrel carburetors.  It had a standard (straight
stick)  transmission and low geared rear end from behind the old six so
it had torque like a dragster.  That was in ’72 when Mel Kuhn and
Vernolle and I worked at Lamoureux Brothers Garage. Mel and I asked if
we could take it to Dales for dinner a few times.  Vernolle always let
us take it if we asked.  He kept one carburetor linkage disconnected to
save gas when he was just driving around town but Ol’ Mel and I would
always just drive out of sight and hook it back up AND ring the old
devil out a bit!  One story I remember was that Vernolle ran out of gas
up east of the Peace Garden,  by George Gregory’s, and called the Texaco
to have someone bring him up some gas.  Merle Allard sent ‘Little’ Chip
Johnson up there with a two gallon can of gas.  Vernolle ran out again
before he made it back to town.  It was about 15 miles.  Good thing gas
was cheap.  Thanks Gary!

Dick

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Siamese twins

 

Siamese twins walk into a bar in Canada and park themselves on a bar stool.

 

One of them says to the bartender, “Don’t mind us; we’re joined at the hip. I’m John, he’s Jim. Two Molson Canadian beers, draft please.”

 

The bartender, feeling slightly awkward, tries to make polite conversation while pouring the beers. “Been on holiday yet, lads?”

 

“Off to England next month,” says John. “We go to England every year, rent a car and drive for miles, Don’t we, Jim?” Jim agrees.

 

“Ah, England!” says the bartender. “Wonderful country… the history, the beer, the culture…”

 

“Nah, we don’t like that British crap,” says John. “Hamburgers and Molson’s beer, that’s us, eh Jim? And we can’t stand the English – they’re so arrogant and rude.”

 

“So why keep going to England?” asks the bartender.

 

 

“It’s the only chance Jim gets to drive.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                                               

 

 

                        

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

TWO BOYS!!!!!!!

Two little boys, ages 8 and 10, are excessively mischievous.

They are always getting into trouble and their parents know if any mischief occurs in their town, the two boys are probably involved.

The boys’ mother heard that a preacher in town had been successful in disciplining children, so she asked if he would speak with her boys. The preacher agreed, but he asked to see them individually.

The mother sent the 8 year old in the morning, with the older boy to see the preacher in the afternoon.

The preacher, a huge man with a deep booming voice, sat the younger boy down and asked him sternly,

“Do you know where God is, son?”

The boy’s mouth dropped open, but he made no response, sitting there wide-eyed with his mouth hanging open.

So the preacher repeated the question in an even sterner tone,

“Where is God?!

Again, the boy made no attempt to answer.

 The preacher raised his voice even more and shook his finger in the boy’s face and bellowed, “WHERE IS GOD?!”

The boy screamed & bolted from the room, ran directly home & dove into his closet, slamming the door behind him.

When his older brother found him in the closet, he asked,

“What happened?”

The younger brother, gasping for breath replied, “We are in BIG trouble this time!”

“GOD is missing, and they think WE did it!”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Two men ran out to the course for a quick nine after work. They get to the tee and see two ladies playing ahead of them.

One of the men complains that the ladies will slow them down and says he is going to ask if they can play through. He goes halfway to the ladies and turns back.

The other man asked what was wrong. The man said, “I can’t go up there that’s my wife and my mistress.”

So the other man says he will go. He goes halfway and comes back. His partner asked what happened and the man replied, “Small world, huh?”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                   

 

 

Hi Gary, I  enjoy the blog each day and am sorry I haven’t taken time to respond,

 

At the Family Bakery this morning I was introduced to Larry (Albert) Baumann.  He was an Immigration officer at Portal and both Wayne Smith and Terry have known him for many years.  He is retired and lives at Lake Metigoshe now.   Anyway, he was asking if I knew anything about the Louis LaFrance family and at first it didn’t ring a bell, but then I thought maybe my mother would know something and, as usual, she did.  Larry Baumann said a relative had taught a country school on the corner of Old Highway 5 and the Willow Lake Road. (In Section 33 of Gilbert Township).  My mom, who is 87, remembers the older kids talking about a school there, however, she doesn’t remember seeing it there.  Mom thought Henry Nelson (dad to Oliver and Don Nelson) may have attended and also some of the Boguslawski children.  Adam and Charlette Lang owned this property for my growing up years.  It is now owned by Guy Garrison of St. John.

 

My mom also thinks that the Gottbreht’s are related to the LaFrance’s.  Was George’s grandmother a LaFrance?  Mom also thinks that perhaps the Tennacours are also related  (Alice Tennacour Evans Berube).  Larry Baumann said that Louis LaFrance is buried at Dunseith Cemetery.

 

Another connection that Larry Baumann mentioned was  a man named Henry Warner was married to Louis LaFrance’s daughter named Dena.  Henry Warner owned a hardware store in Dunseith before he moved to Westhope and opened a hardware there.  He was nicknamed ” Hacole”.  Henry Warner came from one of the New England states and had a heavy accent. Henry and Dena are buried in Westhope. Dena died in 1936, Henry in the teens.

 

Larry Baumann is somehow related to the Morgans and he said that Gary Morgan had given alot of information.  He thought it was Gary’s grandmother who talk that country school.

 

So maybe some of the readers will pop in here with some information.

 

 

Tammy Counts

 

Please add tammycounts@  to the list.  She was a second grade student of my mother and graduated in 1982 (? not sure). She is a nurse and took care of mom at the Good Samaritian Nursing Home here in Bottineau.  She would like to be added to the list.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                                      

 

Gary,

In the second picture posted on the Dakota Hotel, behind the gas pumps is a building that housed additional rooms and the end unit was the US Customs office.  A sign out front stated “If you are coming from Canada please stop and register” or something like that.  Imagine that today!

Rich Campbell

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A cowboy, who just moved to Wyoming from Oklahoma, , walks into a bar and orders three mugs of Bud. He sits in the back of the room, drinking a sip out of each one in turn. When he finishes them, he comes back to the bar and orders three more.

 

The bartender approaches and tells the cowboy, “You know, a mug goes flat after I draw it. It would taste better if you bought one at a time.”

 

The cowboy replies, “Well, you see, I have two brothers. One is in Arizona , the other is in Colorado . When we all left our home in Oklahoma , we promised that we’d drink this way to remember the days when we drank together. So I’m drinking one beer for each of my brothers and one for myself.”

The bartender admits that this is a nice custom, and leaves it there.

 

The cowboy becomes a regular in the bar, and always drinks the same way. He orders three mugs and drinks them in turn.

One day, he comes in and only orders two mugs. All the regulars take notice and fall silent. When he comes back to the bar for the second round, the bartender says, “I don’t want to intrude on your grief, but I wanted to offer my condolences on your loss.”

 

The cowboy looks quite puzzled for a moment, then a light dawns in his eyes and he laughs.

“Oh, no, everybody’s just fine,” he explains, “It’s just that my wife and I joined the Baptist Church and I had to quit drinking.”

 

“Hasn’t affected my brothers though.” 

 

 

                                   

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Hi Gary:

Lee Stickland is right about dad’s dog, Tony, a pretty collie.   He was almost human.  Dad tells great stories about him.  There was even a write-up in some newspaper about it way back when.

He could walk a tightrope, would shut off the lights at night when dad told him to, jump off the chicken coop into dad’s arms.  He simply seemed to understand whatever you said to him according to dad.

Diane 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Hello Gary,

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

2 WHAT IS THE NAME OF THE FIFTH DAUGHTER?�

~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~

DID YOU ANSWER NUNU? NO! OF COURSE IT ISN’T.
HER NAME IS MARY! READ THE QUESTION AGAIN!

OKAY, NOW THE BONUS ROUND,
I.E., A FINAL CHANCE TO
REDEEM YOURSELF:

A MUTE PERSON GOES INTO A SHOP AND WANTS TO BUY A TOOTHBRUSH.
BY IMITATING THE ACTION OF BRUSHING HIS TEETH HE
SUCCESSFULLY EXPRESSES HIMSELF TO THE SHOPKEEPER AND THE PURCHASE IS DONE.
NEXT, A BLIND MAN COMES INTO THE SHOP WHO WANTS TO BUY A
PAIR OF SUNGLASSES; HOW DOES HE INDICATE WHAT HE WANTS?

~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~

IT’S REALLY VERY SIMPLE
HE OPENS HIS MOUTH AND ASKS FOR IT…
DOES YOUR EMPLOYER ACTUALLY PAY YOU TO THINK??
IF SO DO NOT LET THEM SEE YOUR ANSWERS FOR THIS TEST!

 

Gary and Friends,

      I remember Don Darling as my first band director in about the 5th
grade in Dunseith.  I believe that would have been during the ’60-’61
school year.  He had lots of patience with the beginner’s band as we
squeaked and made all sorts of weird sounds that really weren’t even
close to the right notes.  We went over and over the simple songs until
they kind of resembled something similar to that song.  Don had lots of
ability to get our attention and keep us focused.  One thing I remember
was how Billy Berube was trying to learn to play the bass drum and he
didn’t quite get the beat so he would be off a bit and Mr.  Darling
would start to tap his baton on the top of his music stand to try to get
Billy back on the beat.  He would do it for a while and then stop us and
start again.  Billy would get behind or ahead again and Don would start
tapping louder and louder and then finally just toss his baton at Billy
and bounce it of the top of the big base drum.  Bill could hardly see
over it anyway so didn’t have very far to duck.  I’m sure Don Darling
was frustrated but he would smile and go pick up his baton and start
again.  Anyway,  after a while Bill got to be good on the bass drum and
later went on to become one of the best snare drummers in the area so
Don’s patience paid off.  I remember our first ‘concert’, if you could
call it that,  was in the old gym at the grade school. As we were going
back up those old concrete steps I missed a step and smacked the bottom
of my saxophone on the edge of the step and put a small ding in the
bottom of it.  For the next coupIe years I remembered that night every
time I saw the dent.  It was in the fall of ’64 that my dad,  Don
Johnson,  took over the entire music program in Dunseith and Don Darling
went to Rolette and I think he took over the entire music program
there.  They sort of traded places, so to speak, as Dad lived in
Dunseith and Don Darling lived in Rolette.  He worked at Northwest Music
in Minot for many years after leaving Rolette and I used to stop in and
see him once in a while when I was looking for music or guitar stuff.�
He really hadn’t changed much in 40 years and always called  me by name
as soon as he saw me.  I miss seeing him and now the Northwest Music
building isn’t even there on North Broadway anymore.  Time marches on.�
Thanks Gary!

Dick

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

My sister and I were trying to figure that out.  Guessing 1962 or 1963.  My dad is no longer living to ask.

 

 

Gary and Bernadette, 

 

Hope all is headed in the correct direction for YOU, a fine pair and couple.

    

     I want to mention that when I pulled up YOUR name from my address list it showed that there was    

    1806 messages in that file.  YOU have been so faithful,  consistently helpful, such a great messenger 

    and the tenor of YOUR composition(s) makes it very clear that YOU do all this without a feeling of 

    duress.

 

    It was nice to see the note about the Fugeres.  We all remember the Fugeer/HilI buses; I think

    YOU may have ridden it a few trips?  I recall that Donna was once the administrator of the nursing 

    home in Dunseith.  I think that Duane had a dog that climbed a ladder.  I may have been that same dog

    that would not go to eat a juicy which Duane had put by his food dish until permitted. The dog    

    would sit beside Duane and look at Duane, not at the steak.  He would await the word or gesture of 

    OK for him to WALK to have that special treat.

 

    Some small snow banks here, some green grass, snow expected for this afternoon.  When I lived further north, 

    even only as far as Minot, Dickinson was called the banana belt. Our elevation is 2598  MSL. LaVerne

    Rude knows WAY more about that than I do.  My first attempt to land a plane in Hawaii was not successful; the air 

    was too thick at sea level. A month ago  I called my aunt Joy in Dunseith.  It was +23 degrees here and had been -25 degree

    there the previous night.  She had just entered her home having shoveled her driveway and she is over 80 years old!

 

    I get started writing and it like my speaking, I don’t know when to HALT.

 

    SNUF   Lee

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Hi Gary:

This picture and article are from when my dad was the band director at Rolette High School in the early 60’s.  As the article mentions dad also had music programs in Dunseith and Wolford at the time. 

Please feel free to post the picture.  I have some old Rolette/Dunseith area pictures, items, some old new clippings that I’d like to forward as I come across them.  Some of it is way before my time but is fun to look at. 

Natalie Ulberg

 

 

 

 

 

Gary your 2nd grade teacher- Geraldine Marcavage is wanting to be on the web.  Her E-mail is: GeraldineMarcavage@yah

 

 

 

 

Norma, Your email address says it all.  Gary

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Check this out:

 

 

 

 

Ole is on his deathbed. The doctor has told him he has only a few hours to live. He catches the scent of his favorite bars wafting through the air. With all the strength he can muster, he drags himself into the kitchen and sees a fresh pan cooling on the rack. He cuts one out and bites into the scrumptious cookie. Lena comes in, smacks his hand, and says, “Shame on you, Ole! Dese are for after de funeral!”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Gary,

Dean,

 

You and Marion look so good in this picture. You most certainly resemble your older brother Leland too.  Glad to hear that you are on the mend. Things will only get better too.

 

Gary

 

 

 

 

>> One evening, at an investment meeting, he spotted the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Her natural beauty took his breath away. “I may look like just an ordinary guy,” he said to her, “But in just a few months my father will die and I will inherit $200 million.”

>> Impressed, the woman asked for his business card and three days later, she became his stepmother.

 

                               

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                                   

 

                            

 

                                          

  

 

 

                                   

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Hi Gary!  Will you please just put my maiden name (Darling) as the name?  I have lots of Dunseith/Rolette/Thorne connections dating back to the early 1900’s if not earlier.  I don’t have time to go into early connections right now.  As is my paternal grandparents were Jim and Mabel (Peterson) Darling of Rolette and my maternal grandparents were Victor and Amy (Almquist) Tyson of Bottineau. 

I lived in Dunseith for a couple years in the early 1980’s and worked at Security State Bank while living there.

Natalie Ulberg

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

From Trish Larson Clayburgh (’73):  Portola Valley, CA 

 

 

 

 

 

 

    

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A Norwegian and a German entered a chocolate store. As they were busy looking, the German stole 3 chocolate bars.

 

 

 

           Wesley Schneider

   

  Dec. 27, 1920-Feb. 20, 2013

Wesley Paul Schneider, 92, of Bottineau, died Wednesday, Feb. 20, 2013, in a Bottineau hospital.

Wesley Paul Schneider, a son of Peter and Elizabeth (Koch) Schneider, was born Dec. 27, 1920, at Dunseith. He was reared and educated in the Dunseith area. Wes was the ninth of 12 children six boys and six girls. Growing up on a farm by Dunseith, they learned to entertain themselves with music; Wes could play accordion, violin, harmonica and guitar at a very early age. After his education he worked on the family farm. Wes began working for Pride Dairy in Dunseith in the early ’40s taking a year off to work for a farmer in Grand Forks and then returning to Pride Dairy in Bottineau from which he retired in 2007. In 1944 he was married to Evelyn Hiatt. They had five children. Evelyn died in 1963. In 1972 he married Ovidia Forde Sletten. They have resided in Bottineau since.

He was a great jokester with a quick wit. He loved fishing, hunting, woodworking and gardening, growing enough to provide for lots of canning and to give to family and friends. Wesley was a member of United Parish in Bottineau.

He is survived by: his wife of 40 years, Ovidia; his children, Paul, Allan, Dale (Les), Diane Sedlack, Pamela (Bob) Ryan; and stepchildren, Ruth (Ron) Gust, Barb (Mike) Davis, Karen (Larry) Larson, and John (Judy) Sletten; 17 grandchildren; and 12 great grandchildren; his sister, Dorothy Hardy.

He was preceded in death by: his parents; 10 brothers and sisters; and stepdaughter, Nancy Steigerwalt, and her husband, Chester.

Funeral service will be held on Saturday, Feb. 23, at 10 a.m. in the United Parish.

Burial will be at the Oak Creek Cemetery in the spring.

Visitation will be today, Friday, from 1 to 9 p.m., with a prayer service at 7 p.m., all in Nero Funeral Home, Bottineau.

 

 

 

 

 

  

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

TWETEN, Lois A., age 71 of Helena passed away Wednesday, February 20, 2013.  A memorial service celebrating Lois’ life will be 1:30 p.m. Monday, February 25, 2013 at the First Assembly of God Church, 2210 Dodge Ave, Helena.  A reception will be in the fellowship hall of the church immediately following the memorial service.  Interment will be Rolette, North Dakota at a later date.

 

 

 

I happened to see this picture/decided to send it again.   As you know, neither Mom nor Dad is living.  I think this picture is “a hoot”!

 

 

 

 

 

Gary and friends,

 

Gary and Friends,        The last picture of the Dunseith Gardners baseball team has one
correction in the line up.  Crystal had posted it back some time ago and
it had the same names as Susan’s post today.  The guy on the right
identified as Gary Morgan is in fact my uncle Cliff Johnson. I contacted
both Gary Morgan and Cliff at that time and they both agreed that it was
Cliff.  Gary said,  “Gosh,  I never remembered being a member of that
team.”  Cliff said he was on the team and remembered all the guys etc.�
It’s no big deal but it is nice to have things correct.  Thanks Susan
and Gary!

Dick

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Obituary

Wesley Paul Schneider (December 27, 1920 – February 20, 2013) Sign Guest Book

 

 

 

 

 

Thank you Dick, for posting the picture.  It puts it in perspective now.  You should write a book…you are such a great historian.  Rod, I loved the joke!  Well, I went to the dentist this morning…a nice calm morning..came out and it is snowing so hard!  Kind of pretty really if you don’t have to go anywhere.  Have a good day all.

Diane

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Hi Gary:  Neola forwarded the names of my sisters and Carlyle on the Rendahl picture.  As you know, only Lauretta and Evelyn graduated from Dunseith High School.  Ramona was in Glasgow, MT and Carlyle from Bottineau High School.  LaVonne and I were at Dakota Lutheran in Minot all four years.  Good memories to see these “old” pictures from Rendahl.  How is Art Rude these days?  Thanks, EdnaMae (Nelson) now Olufson-Smith

 

 

 

 

  

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                             

 

I was very impressed with the Turtle Mountain Restaurant.  Where was it located?

Diane

 

 

 

 

 Frank (’68) and LaRae Hagel (’73) Evans with Lynn Gillis Sheffield (’73)