Our new Dunseith Web site: http://www.dunseith.net/index.html
Folks,
As of the end of today, April 30th, our current Dunseith Alumni Web site will be deleted and gone forever. My cousin Amy Schalesky has been working some long hard hours to transfer our old site to the newly revived Dunseith Web site. She has done a beautiful job putting this all together too. At the very end somehow she lost the entire Blog section, inclusive of all the daily blogs she had transferred. As of today there are 1,471 total, so this was a huge monumental task. I have all these backed up, so they have not been permanently lost. I’ve asked Amy to get the blog section of the site back to the way she had it set up so that I can post the daily blogs each day and also start adding the back blogs. Amy is so frustrated at the moment. I have pasted below the message I received from her several hours ago.
Folks, please take a look at the sight. All you have to do is type in ‘Dunseith.net’ in the address line. This link will get you there too. http://www.dunseith.net/index.html Amy has added a lot of addition stuff as you will see when going to the site.
Amy, Please, don’t be so hard on yourself. Nothing got lost that we don’t have saved. We will recover. You have done a great job getting this all set up and that is what is most important. What you have set us up with is a great improvement from the previous site. Thank you so much.
Amy’s message
I am absolutely beside myself. I finished everything…had it all perfect. I went to upload the final version of the site and walked away. I don’t know what happened, if a prompt came up and a button got pressed to confirm it, but the entire Blog folder was deleted. I had everything done from the beginning. I’m just in tears. I’m so sorry. I’m so, so, so mad at myself. I called GoDaddy and they said, yes, the folder is gone, no there is no way to recover it without an ungodly fee. I can’t even begin to think about going through all of that again, but I guess that is the only way. Of course now, today is the last day that the Live site will be up, but you mentioned a backup, right? I guess I will have to do that if you still have them. Anyway, let me know whatever your thoughts may be. Thanks.
Birthday wishes to Warren Anderson (’65)
From Margaret Metcalfe Leonard (’65): leonardsquarter@yahoo.com Rolette, ND
Hi Gary,
I just wanted to wish Warren Anderson a happy 65th birthday and tell him its not so bad to be this darn old.
Margaret
Margaret,
The age that we used to think of as old, keeps getting higher and higher the older we get. We’ll never be old – lol.
Gary
San Haven Photo in about 1948
Reply from Connie Halvorson Kester (’64): jimconniekester@aol.com Bottineau (Long Lake), ND
Hi Gary,
Regarding the San Haven picture, I think that the man behind Arlene Sands looks alot like her husband Andy. Does anyone agree? Best wishes to you Gary and Bernadette and everyone on the blog. Connie Halvorson Kester
Connie, It is great hearing from you and thank you so much for this reply. My guess is that you are probably right with that being Andy.
Folks, we’ve only got two left to identify. Please reply even if it is a guess. That is how we get these puzzles solved.
#11 Back Row, the guy with the Big boobs wearing a ladies hat with his arm around Muriel McDermott is familiar to some folks, but no one has yet identified him.
#6 Back Row, with black wig peeking between Henry Elmer and Mrs. Magnusson. Is that a guy or a gal?
Gary
Standing: 1. Mr. Issacson, 2 Myrtle Ermer, 3. Bennie Frovarp, 4 Grace Frovarp, 5 Henry Ermer, 6, 7 Mrs. Magnusson (Maxine?), 8 Melvin Peterson, 9 Ruth M. Peterson, 10 Dr Wallbank, 11, 12 Muriel Macdermott, 13 Anna Johnson, 14 Charlie Anderson, 15 Pete Link
Front: 1 Mildred Isaacson, 2 Marjorie Lillico, 3 Mrs. Wallbank, 4 Mary Edna, 5 Barbara Schlaht, 6 Arlene Sands, 7 Andy Sands, 8 Red Pearson
Irish Joke of the day:
Posted by Vickie Metcalfe (’70): Vickie.Metcalfe@sendit.nodak.edu Bottineau, ND
Paddy had been drinking at his local Dublin pub all day and most of the night celebrating St Patrick’s Day. Mick, the bartender says, ‘You’ll not be drinking anymore tonight, Paddy’. Paddy replies, ‘OK Mick, I’ll be on my way then’. Paddy spins around on his stool and steps off. He falls flat on his face. ‘Damn’ he says and pulls himself up by the stool and dusts himself off. He takes a step towards the door and falls flat on his face,
‘Damn,
‘Damn!’
He looks to the doorway and thinks to himself that if he can just get to the door and some fresh air he’ll be fine. He belly crawls to the door and shimmies up to the door frame. He sticks his head outside and takes a deep breath of fresh air, feels much better and takes a step out onto the sidewalk and falls flat on his face.
‘By’Jeebers…. I’m a little crocked,’ he says.
He can see his house just a few doors down, and crawls to the door, hauls himself up the door frame, opens the door and shimmies inside.. He takes a look up the stairs and says ‘No damn’ way’. He crawls up the stairs to his bedroom door and says ‘I can make it to the bed’. He takes a step into the room and falls flat on his face. He says ‘ Damn it ‘ and falls into bed.
The next morning, his wife, Jess, comes into the room carrying a cup of coffee and says, ‘Get up Paddy. Did you have a bit to drink last night ?’
Paddy says, ‘I did, Jess. I was really crocked.
But how’d you know?’
‘Mick phoned . . . you left your wheelchair at the pub