Joyce Erickson, formerly of Devils Lake, N.D., and now of Hastings, Minn., has contributed many pictures for Neighbors that were taken in North Dakota years ago Here are two more. First, there's the picture of Joyce's grandfather, Tom Holstein, and his horse and buggy. Tom, who was born in Menomonie, Wis., became a policeman in Bagley, Minn., then moved to Churchs Ferry, N.D., where he and his wife Lena farmed. "When I was growing up," Joyce writes, " I saw horses and buggies quite often in Devils Lake."
Forum readers are terrific at responding to items in this column. Here are a couple of examples. Last summer, Neighbors told of the Linotype keyboard Donn McLellan, Apple Valley, Minn., wanted to give away. For the sake of you of a younger generation, the Linotype was the machine on which its operator turned out metal type for use in newspapers before they gave way to modern technology.
It was pointed out here earlier that a former Fargo resident had the same name as the writer of this column, although he wasn't a relation. He was Robert "Bob" Lind, who worked for Shotwell Floral in Fargo for many years. Recently his wife of 64 years, Clare Lind, of Waukee, Iowa, sent Neighbors a copy of the book Bob wrote about his life, titled "Just Passing Through." The Linds, who lived in Fargo for 19 years, had nine children, seven of whom are still living. Bob died Dec. 23, 2014. But he left his family with his life story to cherish.
Jon Larson can tick off many memorable events he's had during his 40-plus year career as an orchestra director at Bemidji (Minn.) High School, Minnehaha Academy, Minneapolis, and now at Moorhead High School. But he says one of the most moving highlights occurred this year in Hawaii. Beginning Dec. 7, 2016 and continuing in 2017, the military base at Pearl Harbor has been hosting performances by musicians from all over the United States in observance of the 75th anniversary of the attack on Pearl Harbor.
Through a mix-up, the wrong picture ran with a recent column about the visit of presidential candidate John F. Kennedy to Fargo in 1960. Here is the correct picture, showing Kennedy with Capt. Edwin Anderson of the Fargo Police Department. Edwin went on to become Fargo's chief of police from 1966 to 1986. This picture was supplied by Edwin's son Frank Anderson, Fargo. Also, Kennedy was a senator from Massachusetts, not New York, as was incorrectly reported. That mistake was spotted by Dan Friezen, no address given. Neighbors apologizes for the errors.
Seventy-six years ago Dec. 7, the Japanese attacked Pearl Harbor, killing many Americans and sinking or badly damaging many American ships. One of those who helped repair those ships was a young guy from Breckenridge, Minn. That would be the first but far from the last task he'd perform in serving his country. Merle McMorrow was born in Hankinson, N.D., in 1923. When he was 2, his family moved to Breckenridge, where he graduated from high school in 1941.
Today, Neighbors carries a story that has never been told before; not even in the family of Lance Johnson, who now has given permission to publish it. Lance lives in Dilworth, is an organist and is owner of the Johnson Organ Co., Moorhead. But around 1944 he was a kid growing up in Fergus Falls, Minn. And one day here's what happened: "I was playing on the front floor of my dad's 1936 Oldsmobile," Lance writes. "I then went in the house and saw my dad, Leonard Johnson, running toward the back door.
If you have memories of bowling in downtown Fargo in the 1950s, Pete Meyer would like to hear about them. Pete, 75, now lives in Harwood, N.D., but grew up in Fargo. He remembers two downtown bowling alleys from those days: the Fargo Sports Center at 309 Broadway and the Berry Bowling Lanes at 313 1st Ave. N. Pete used to bowl at the Sports Center, where his brother Dick was a pin setter, in those days before automatic setters. So if you have memories of bowling in either of those places, let Neighbors and Pete know. Marney's fans
"It was a dark and stormy night." You've heard that line a few times. And 20 years ago, it certainly was true for Myrna Lyng and her son John, Mayville, N.D. It was the night their house became something of a zoo. It occurred in March 1997. In addition to their house in Mayville, Myrna and her husband Merwin have a farmstead south of town which they call the Ranch.
This poem for this special day comes from Hal Sillers, Moorhead. Thinking of Thanksgiving As Thanksgiving Day has sneaked up on us, From the vegan to the carnivorous, We'd not had the time To be shopping online, As we've all been consumed by the adipous. For the turkey, the feast is eponymous, The bird and the day are synonymous. While Tot and Tater dined With a family so kind, Most others were served up anonymous. Though the gatherings may be obstreperous,