March 13, 2006 - Monday

Subject: SHIVERCITY GAZETTE

03/13/06 MONDAY
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Market. Free delivery every Wed. and Sat. Phone 56-W
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The current temperature is 8 degrees
Yesterdays H/L temperature was 26/10
Normal H/L temp for this date is 32/16
The latest forecast calls for a bit cooler weather for the next
few days.
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"Profanity makes ignorance audible."
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L O C A L news & stuff,.. mostly stuff.
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Progress continues on schedule, according to local contractor
Harvey Nelson, in regards to the construction of Grafton's new Armory.
The new facility is located just north of the Zelda theater on Hill
Avenue. (WCR December, 1954)
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Francis Phelan has moved his potato sales office to the display
room of the Wilson and Daugherty building on Hill & 8th street. (WCR
December,
1954)
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The same person that believes we can depend on foreign country's
to continue selling us cheap oil (or any oil at all) is also the same
person that believes we can depend on foreign country's to supply us
food as cheap as we can grow it.
Unfortunately, that's the same kind of person that votes. Or so it
seems to me.
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Mr. & Mrs. E. B. Davis announce the engagement of their daughter,
Miss Eleanor to Mr. Jevon Aasand, son of Mr. & Mrs. Ole Aasand of
Hoople. No date has been set for the wedding as Mr. Aasand is serving
with the American Armed Forces.
(According to the November 4, 1942 edition of Grafton News and
Times.)
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There are some things about a small town that, almost, totally
defies explanation. (ie.)The feeling one gets when some of "our own"
does good.
Yesterday a group of our kids, won the state Bantam "A" hockey
tournament in Fargo. We won by beating a Fargo team 5 to 0 in the
championship game.
When AK called me to tell me "we" won, I could recognize
excitement in his voice unlike anything I've ever heard before. When he
wondered who, how, if, there could be a chance that the Bantams could be
"greeted" like the big team is. I suggested he talk to Jeff.
The next thing I knew, I was sitting in one of Grafton's beautiful
new fire trucks with my son Jeff. Grafton's Fire Chief, Chief Ken Popiel
& his wife Shelley were in front of us in the Fire Chief's suburban and
a city police unit in front of him. Behind us, was one of Valley
Ambulance and Rescue's units, and, all the flashing lights were flashing
on all units.
As we headed down "school road" toward 5th street. It seemed as
though the line of cars following us would never end. As we were driving
down the street numerous cars pulled over waving and honking their
horns. We turned off 5th on main and went all the way to hiway 17, then
we turned east. The team was going to JR's in Oakwood for nourishment,
and, to complete their championship celebration.
As we pulled over on the east edge of town to let the precession
go on. Every car went by with arms waving out the windows and horns
honking in jubilation.
One thing is almost certain. Those young folks won't soon forget
the reception they received when they come home with the championship
trophy. I know I sure won't.
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Speaking of celebrations:
Today is the day our Granddaughter Jennifer Hartje will celebrate
the anniversary of her birth. You might remember just the other day I
mentioned Jenny's picture along with five other girls was in the paper.
I think I even mentioned how pretty she was. (Grandpa's can do that you
know) I won't mention Jenny's age, cause girl's don't like that. So, let
it suffice to say, she only has three years left, as a teenager. Happy
Birthday Jennifer. Your grandmother and I love you very much.
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The important thing about your lot in life, is whether you
use it for parking, or, for building. (Thanks Dane Molde)
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It's the time of the year for floods again and the following
note is flood related. >>> Subject: Floods
I saw over TV the homes and business devastated by
floods in the deep south and the home furnishings and wall board piled
up on the curb for blocks. I also saw the Grand Forks area devastated by
floods and the furnishings, personal belongings and wallboard piled
also up for block after block on the curbs.
But what I can say I am proud not to have seen was the
people from North Dakota & Minnesota and their political cronies
over national TV day after day for months crying that the federal
government wasn't taking care of their every need. They looked the
problems straight in the eye, helped themselves and got it done. These
are people with real backbone. Bert <<< Thanks a million Bert.
Although, "we" certainly many Red River Valley folks did receive help.
Some considerably more than others, it is a fact that it will take many
years, maybe several generations, before some can ever hope to become
whole again.
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Newspaper reports said the storm of "41" was the worst winter
storm in history. If that was the case, and I think it was. I wonder why
so few folks remember anything about it. Heck Tom Kutz was only 9 days
old and he sent us volumes of stuff. Anyway, fortunately Glenn was
willing to share some of his "41" storm memories with us. He wrote. >>>
Gary...We will never forget that terrible storm in 41...It came on
so sudden. My mother got all excited because my younger brother
Wilmer had gone down town to meet his friends and the visibility outside
was about zero. My dad and I took off for Berquam's Academy (The Pool
Hall) We fought our way back home via the opposite route and were
relieved to find Wilmer back home safely....Glenn Paulson <<< Thanks a
million for caring and sharing Glenn. It's those kinds of memories that
add meaning and value to our lives. I used to sell papers in the
establishment you refer to as Berquams Academy. Believe me, if it was an
Academy, it must have been for the advancement of foul language, cigar
smoking, and chewing tobacco. On the other hand, it was always good for
a minimum three paper sale and a nickel tip. Aren't memories wonderful?
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Our subscription department received the following notes over the
weekend. >>> Hi Gary,
Stephany Vaudrin forwarded a Shivercity Gazette to me recently and
enjoyed reading it. My husband Robert and I grew up in small towns in
Walsh County and then lived in Grafton for about 20 years. Both of our
children graduated from Grafton High School. In 1992 we moved to Fargo
as my husband was offered a job at NDSU. Would love to be included on
your mailing list. We are the folks with the Grafton bean pot which we
won through an ebay auction. Stephany mentioned this bean pot in a
previous gazette. On the bean pot it says-- F.J. BURG
JUNIOR DEPARTMENT STORE
Quality Merchandise
for Less Money
GRAFTON, - N.D.
It would be interesting to learn more about this store as I could not
find any mention of it in any Walsh County historic books I have looked
at. Thanks for sharing what's happening in Grafton. Eileen Thorvilson
<<< Welcome to the Gazette family Eileen. I have checked every I have
and can't find mention of the firm your looking for. Maybe someone else
can help us out. +++++++++
Ray sent the next request. >>> Hi Gary, THANKS FOR SOME
GREAT MEMORIES. THREE GROUPS OF YOUR GREAT PAPER WERE DROPPED OFF BY
DALE HANSON FRIDAY. SANDY RYDALL HAD SENT THEM TO DALE. I
CERTAINLY WOULD LIKE TO BE ON YOUR MAILING LIST. I ALREADY SHARED WITH
MY BROTHER, DUANE INGLE AND KEN ROZUM. THEY ENJOYED IT ALSO.
MANY MEMORIES AND A LOT OF FINE PEOPLE WERE COVERED. I CALLED
BERT OVERLAND TO GET YOUR E-MAIL ADDRESS, HAD LONG OVER DUE
CONVERSATION WITH HIM.
MY BEST TO YOU. RAY INGLE <<< Welcome to the
Gazette family Ray. I hope you will find reason, from time to time, to
share a bit of your world with the group.
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