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Carol Weisinger Administrator
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I am providing this board because I want stories from family members. Stories from your childhood that recalls memories about incidents that have stayed with you through the passing years. I shall get the ball rolling with the next post.
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Carol Weisinger Administrator
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![[homepage] [homepage]](http://s2.images.proboards.com/buttons/www_sm.gif) Joined: Nov 2005 Gender: Female  Posts: 9 Location: Devils Lake Karma: 0 |  | Re: Have I Got a Story for You ! « Reply #1 on Nov 6, 2005, 12:53am » | |
This story was told to me by Dad (Edward Roberge) himself many years after the fact. He recalled the few times that he and Gene Malo had set out at night with nothing but an old vehicle equipped with a spot-light and a couple of high-powered rifles in the effort to bring home some venison to supplement the family's freezer. And, more often than not, they were successful. The Malos at the time, lived where Marie (CJ) Roberge now resides. Gene's wife, Mary Ann, and our mom, Loretta were 1st cousins. Our families spent alot of time together. The deer were dressed - out at the Malos and we never knew that the roasts and stews that the folks prepared were something other than a cow.
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Carol Annly Guest
|  | Re: Have I Got a Story for You ! « Reply #2 on Nov 6, 2005, 9:34pm » | |
I have a guestbook as well. We'll will have to try out both to see which one works better and is more appropriate to the website.
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Darren Roberge Guest
|  | Re: Laughter « Reply #3 on Nov 8, 2005, 3:45pm » | |
Don't really have a story to tell, rather a thought to share. I really miss my dad (Harlan) he would always get us laughing. Most of the time we weren't laughing at the jokes, instead laughing at him because he thought they were so funny. I miss hearing his laugh. I love you dad. Thanks for putting this site together Carol.
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Darren Roberge Guest
|  | Re: Have I Got a Story for You ! « Reply #4 on Nov 8, 2005, 3:51pm » | |
I do have a story to share. It popped in my head at the last moment. When we were living in Grand Forks, dad (harlan) bought me a .22 rifle. He picked me up in a taxi and we drove out to the country side. The taxi cab left us and we putsed around shooting gophers. Time went by and we shot all we could. We sat on railroad tracks next to the road waiting for out taxi to return. I got bored so I played basketball with pebbles as the ball and dad's mouth as the hoop. I did bounce a few off the backboard (his face) and a couple even went in. I hit his teeth a couple of times but one time he nearly choked because it went straight down his throat. ) After a lot of coughing we decided we shouldn't play that anymore.
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Carol Annly Guest
|  | Re: Have I Got a Story for You ! « Reply #5 on Nov 9, 2005, 7:40am » | |
Darren's post reminded me about a couple of things about Harlan from our childhood. Sorry to say that they both involved him getting hurt and they both happened before he was seven years old. In the first instance, us four kids were horsing around in the yard (in the area between the porch and the road. No garage then.) Ray was trying to get Harlan up on his shoulders. And that mission was accomplished. THEN Ray fell and Harlan fell and landed flat on his back! It knocked the wind right out of him and he couldn't catch his breath. It seemed like it took forever before he was breathing okay and could finally sit up. It sure scared the heck out of us.
The second instance happened on the one and only time we went to visit Ernest and Pearl Mongeon. Their daughter, Connie, was my best friend. The Mongeons had a TV antenna tower at the front corner of their house that had a lot of criss-cross bars, which made it irrestible to climb (for boys, anyway) so Ray and Danny Mongeon gave it a try. Harlan was next and I'm not sure how it happened but he couldn't have been more that a few rungs up when he fell. That short fall broke his arm. We were all trying to figure out how it happened and finally just came to the conclusion that he just landed wrong. And the weight of his body must have just compounded the fracture. Pardon the pun. That poor kid. I just remember seeing him in that cast after coming home from the hospital. Which reminds me of a couple of other incidents when Harlan was older involving pitch-forks and a B-B gun but I'll save them for later.
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Carol Weisinger Administrator
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![[homepage] [homepage]](http://s2.images.proboards.com/buttons/www_sm.gif) Joined: Nov 2005 Gender: Female  Posts: 9 Location: Devils Lake Karma: 0 |  | Re: Have I Got a Story for You ! « Reply #6 on Nov 21, 2005, 9:29am » | |
When you're a farmer, you pretty much have to be a mechanic as well. And Ed was no exception. There are pictures on this site to prove my point. And I don't think that us kids were ever very helpful to him while he was working on a disabled tractor or combine. So it was left to Mom to assist him. On one particular occasion, as Mom stood at the tool-box ready to hand him whatever he asked for, one tool seemed particularily elusive. As she passed her hand over the tools -first, from top to bottom then from left to right in a determined effort to spot what he had asked for, Dad was watching her and finally spoke. " Don't bless it. Just hand it to me!" They both had a good laugh over that.
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Carol Weisinger Administrator
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![[homepage] [homepage]](http://s2.images.proboards.com/buttons/www_sm.gif) Joined: Nov 2005 Gender: Female  Posts: 9 Location: Devils Lake Karma: 0 |  | Re: Have I Got a Story for You ! « Reply #7 on Nov 21, 2005, 9:48am » | |
In our family's early years, Dad not only farmed but had milk cows as well. And in the spring we had a whole new crop of baby calves, most of the time born during a raging blizzard, it seems. Which left the momma cow and the baby in jeopardy. Dad usually tried to keep the prospective mom in the barn but on a number of instances, a calf would be born, wet and cold, exposed to the unfriendly elements of early spring. One instance that stands out in my mind is of a little calf that Dad went out to look for and brought into the house, wrapped in a blanket. I remember Dad placing that calf on the kitchen floor and rubbing it dry. And the little bugger survived! Oh, the joys of farmsteading. Later I want to add a few stories concerning those little calves and their harrassment by outside forces. Those were the days.............
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Carol Weisinger Administrator
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![[homepage] [homepage]](http://s2.images.proboards.com/buttons/www_sm.gif) Joined: Nov 2005 Gender: Female  Posts: 9 Location: Devils Lake Karma: 0 |  | Re: Have I Got a Story for You ! « Reply #8 on Nov 23, 2005, 8:27am » | |
Okay, a few other stories of the baby bovine ilk. Two immediately come to mind. The first was about Freckles, a doggie given to us, I believe, from Aunt Cecile and Uncle Gene. It was a nice dog and good with us kids. It just had one fatal flaw.... it liked to chase the new calves. When this little pastime resulted in a broken leg of one of Dad's little calves, that was pretty much the end of that dog's herding career. Dad handily dispatched it with a .22 when it came back to the yard after one of its excursions and I remember Dad dragging the limp body up over a snow drift toward the burning barrel, leaving a little bloody trail in the snow. Us kids were looking out the kitchen window and we knew that that was the end of Freckles. AND we all knew why Dad had to do it. Nonetheless it was sad to lose that dog.
The second scenario dealing with the calves was on the occasions that Dad would have them penned up in the barn to protect them from the elements. It did not, however, protect them from boys with visions of developing their rodeo skills. Since the calves were in a relatively enclosed area, it seemed like the perfect opportunity for Ray and Harlan (mostly Ray ) to try and get on their back and see how long they could stay on. The calves were not very cooperative and more that once managed to dislodge the riders by scraping them against the pen's 2 x 8's in an effort to reach a safe corner. But there were no safe corners when the boys were on a mission. I always enjoyed the show, though I don't believe Dad would have appreciated it. You be the judge.
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Carol Weisinger Administrator
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![[homepage] [homepage]](http://s2.images.proboards.com/buttons/www_sm.gif) Joined: Nov 2005 Gender: Female  Posts: 9 Location: Devils Lake Karma: 0 |  | Re: Have I Got a Story for You ! « Reply #9 on Nov 23, 2005, 9:02am » | |
Now keep in mind that these stories are written as I remember them. Your version may be completely different. Coming back to Harlan and some of the incidents that involved him as we were growing up on the farm. The first one concerned an altercation between him and Ray. (Could it have been an issue about the delegation of responsibility? Could be...who knows !! Maybe just a game called Chicken.) All I know is that the wielder of the pitch fork was Ray and the tines of the fork ended up BETWEEN Harlan's toes through his shoes. Exciting times ! The second incident sorta was a game of chicken. Ray had the BB gun and told Harlan to turn and run. Ray had his bead on Harlan and got him in the back. It must have stung a bit. Harlan reacted like someone shot in the back !! Go figure. I don't think he really appreciated the humor of the situation. Ray did though.
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boufiveo New Member
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Joined: Nov 2005 Posts: 2 Karma: 0 |  | Re: Have I Got a Story for You ! « Reply #10 on Nov 29, 2005, 12:21pm » | |
Hi Laura here dont know if i am doing this right but I do have a curte story about daddy,,we had a cute little christian book about little kids and how they help around the house for their mommys and daddys, and dad was reading it to i believe it was Josh and on the last page it was a little black boy and the words were "and jesus loves me!!!" (but daddy added) even tho Im black!!! we of course all laughed and dad in his whistly laugh(but mom didnt think it was funny) come on mom!!!
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carolannly New Member
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Joined: Mar 2009 Gender: Female  Posts: 3 Karma: 0 |  | Re: Have I Got a Story for You ! « Reply #11 on Dec 2, 2005, 9:04am » | |
With Advent here, I wanted to relate a memory I have from a Christmas when we had our 1959 Chevy. Glenny was the baby. Every year on Christmas Eve I remember that we had to get the supper dishes finished before we could open our gifts. Which seemed horrible to us kids because doing dishes took FOREVER especially when we did them because we always fought about who had to wash and who had to dry and even who had to do them, period. So we wasted alot of time even before we got started. Once they were done we then had to decide who got to hand out the gifts. We were definitely more cooperative in that endeavor. And how wonderful it was opening our presents! Mom and Dad always had something grand for us and some years Aunt Betty would send a box from California full of presents for all of us. And even the gifts smelled marvelous. I still don't know what the scent was but it was an 'Aunt Betty gift' smell that I shall always remember. After we had played with our new toys for an hour or two we began to get ready for Midnight Mass. On this particular year, Mass was at St. Michael's in Thorne. The weather was clear but very cold. Of course. And the trip there was uneventful. But on the way home, we came up to the main road that runs from Rolette north and we had to come onto it on a curve which banked quite steeply. The roads were hard packed with snow and ice and as we entered we just kept on going...and the car ended up down in the ditch on the other side of the road I remember it all in slow motion and it probably was. Dad wasn't driving that fast. It's just that the momentum of the car just took us up...then over... then down to the far side. Thank goodness there wasn't alot of traffic coming from the other way. No one but Catholics out at 1:30 in the morning on Christmas Day. I do remember that Dad was pretty mad at himself for letting it happen but there wasn't alot he could have done in my estimation. And since other families were leaving at the same time we were and heading out in the same direction it wasn't long before someone pulled us out and sent us on our way. That incident was the topic of conversation for many Christmases thereafter.
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Carol Weisinger Administrator
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![[homepage] [homepage]](http://s2.images.proboards.com/buttons/www_sm.gif) Joined: Nov 2005 Gender: Female  Posts: 9 Location: Devils Lake Karma: 0 |  | Re: Have I Got a Story for You ! « Reply #12 on Dec 11, 2005, 11:24pm » | |
Another couple of stories from our childhood....... Both involve a visit to Aunt Virginia and Uncle Jack when they were newly-weds and living in Munich, ND. Munich is located just off Highway 66 about 25 miles past Bisbee. Mom said that the reason we went to visit Aunt Virginia was mainly because she had just had a miscarriage and Mom and Dad wanted to make sure Dad's baby sister was doing okay. It was just us four kids at the time. Ages approximately 7, 6, 5 and 4. Aunt Virginia and Uncle Jack had an outhouse a little ways from the house and since I was a big girl and accomplished in using Grandpa Louis' outhouse, I headed down there by myself and did what you do in outhouses, then...with the wind gusting around the building, the door slammed and the outside latch turned and locked me in. I'm not ashamed to say that I panicked, even looking down those two DEEP holes for another way to escape. Ditched that idea !!! Then started yelling and pounding on the door for help. I don't remember if they heard me and came running or if they were just wondering what was taking me so long and came out to investigate. In any case, I was rescued after what seemed to me to be an eternity. I was very glad to be back in the warmth of Auntie's house. When it was time to head back to our farm the wind was still nasty but it was relatively clear. But the closer we got to home the worse the weather got. And by the time we had reached Bisbee we had a full-scale blizzard on our hands -or I should say in Daddy's hands. Us kids were pretty scared and were all huddled in the back seat of the '53 Chevy and I just remember Daddy just holding tight onto the steering wheel and trying to keep the car on the road. We had to plow through alot of snow and I can recall just about every snowdrift we hit (and we hit a lot of them) because it would cause the snow to blow up over the windshield and past the side windows. Until it got so dark that we couldn't see the snow anymore, being all hunkered down in the back and all but we could feel the car shudder with every drift we hit. We must have fallen asleep after that because I don't remember the rest of the trip home. Needless to say, our Daddy got us all back to our little farm safe and sound as he always did. What a Daddy. I sure miss him.
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Kim Williams formerly Galloway Guest
|  | Re: Have I Got a Story for You ! « Reply #13 on Dec 16, 2005, 11:26am » | |
My fondest memories were playing grocery store in the barn and Wizard of Oz in the trees and garden with Laura and my sister, Cindy. We would build forts and play school in the basement and attic. Grandpa would always give me a big hug and twist my earlobe. What a gentle, loving man. Oh, and those cocoa wheats and toast for breakfast. Grandma could whip them up the best. I also remember uncle Al teaching us to put tin cans over the heads of baby sparrows to watch them pop off. Good 'ole Al! Anyway, Sharon (my mommy) gave me the link to this site. Wonderful job Carol.
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Sharon Thacker Guest
|  | Re: Have I Got a Story for You ! « Reply #14 on Dec 16, 2005, 1:46pm » | |
Ok it's my turn!!!! I remember helping Dad in the Grainery....I was going through all of his old tools and bolts and screws and treasures that a grainery can hold. Apparantly, I held up a ?..... and I asked Dad..."What the hell what is this!!??? Now, I don't remember asking this, and I don't know how old I was.... but Apparantly I was a little too young to be using profanity.... Dad always got a big kick telling me this story!
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