Karl and Ida: Vincent’s school pranks and watermelon defense

When school started the fall of 1932, the St. Hilaire school sent out a bus which consisted of a box on the back of a truck which Ed Enge drove. When Ed had let off the last kid, he would drop the box off in the ditch and pick it up the next morning. Ed was a trucker and needed his truck to earn a living. There was no heat in the box but it offered protection from the weather and the ride was not too long.

Vincent’s classmates in St. Hilaire were Merle Rolland, Vivian Lindquist, Donna Brink, Rufus Olson, Isabel Rosendahl, Aradell Olson, & Jim Bainbridge. Jim was really Vincent’s best friend but after high school the Bainbridges moved to Iowa and Vincent hasn’t heard from him since. Jim had some kind of paralysis that caused him to limp.

Vivian Lindquist was always interested in Vincent but the interest was not mutual. One day Vincent put a mouse in Vivian’s lunch box. This did not go over very well and Vivian’s brother Vernon settled the score when he beat Vincent up. Vince was not hurt and Vivian still liked him.

The superintendent when Vincent was in high school was Mr. Reiersgord. The principal was Miss Bernice Anderson. Marguerite Dahle, Pastor M. L. Dalhe’s daughter was a high school teacher. Vince said he would be sent to the superintendent’s office for shooting spitballs. Mr. Reiersgord was Vince’s friend and he wasn’t too hard on him. They would talk for a while after which Vince was told to go back to his seat and get to work. Mr. Reiersgord also directed the band that went to the state fair the fall of 1935. Vincent played the trombone in the band. Vince’s good friend Jim Bainbridge was also in the band. Vince remembered walking around the state fair grounds with dark glasses on. They heard some old ladies comment that it was too bad that those nice fellows were blind. The boys had the word ‘band’ on their shirt some place and the ladies had read it as ‘blind’. Vince was also in the senior class play and he said he played the part of the town ‘bum.’ He said he was very good at it because of all his experience! Vince also remembered his French class. The teacher always had them exchange paper and correct them after a test. As a result, they would leave their papers blank and when they corrected them, they would fill in the correct answers. They all got through the class but none of them learned a word of French. One of the teachers would always give tests on Monday morning because he lived it up on the weekend and wasn’t able to do much Monday mornings. This was Mr. Al Figenskau. Other teachers Vincent remembered were Bertha Hasted (English), Ruth Lee (Math) and Betty McCracker (junior and senior English).

In high school Vincent did not play football or basketball because he always had to get home for chores. However, he was able to play in the band. One time Vince got a bee sting on his upper lip. It really swelled up. This was especially bad at this time because the band was supposed to play some kind of concert. He said he was able to play anyway.

Vincent didn’t like to milk cows so he carried feed and water to the cows and calves. He claimed that this is the reason he has big hands.

There was a fellow near Plummer who raised ponies. Every year Dad would keep a stud pony during the winter. It didn’t cost anything except the feed. In this way there were always ponies around and some of the mares would be with foal by spring. Vince loved to ride so there were always ponies to ride. Jerry, the pony I rode a lot, must have been one of the last of these ponies. Vincent’s main recreation during the summers was to ride around on a pony, carrying a rifle shooting rabbits. etc. Vincent earned money to buy his first 22 rifle by selling salve and other stuff like that to the neighbors.

Every winter, dad would haul cream to the creamery in St. Hilaire once a week. Some times Vince would ride with and go walking around the creamery seeing all the big machinery with the electrical panels on the wall and this always fascinated him. He was pretty small at this time but this interest was surely one of the reasons he went into the electrical business.

One of the garden products that were always a favorite with the family was watermelon. These watermelons were also a favorite of a lot of the young boys in the neighborhood. Many mornings the family would find the remains of what had happened the night before. One time Vincent figured how to solve this problem. He slept upstairs in the room that faced west toward the garden. He got a battery, a light, a switch and some other materials. He strung a string on pulleys around the water melon patch and up to his room. When the string was tripped it turned a switch on which turned on the light and activated a motor that pulled a string to fire his shotgun. To his surprise, it worked. In the middle of the night, a few days later, the shotgun fired. Vince got up and looked out the window and saw a guy heading for the fence. He rolled over the fence and was gone. Vince thought it was Delford Stephens. I remember dad trying something like this. He put twine around the patch and attached this to some tin cans in his bedroom. I am not sure how successful this method was. Another time Vince had gathered the melons in and put them in the basement on a shelf. However, the shelf was not strong enough and it broke down and so did the melons. They were having some group there, perhaps Luther League, so they served watermelons to all.

When Vince was young, the land ‘up north’ was loaded with prairie chickens. Dad hayed that land. In the winter when they went to get a load of hay up north they would also take the shot gun along and get a couple of prairie chickens. This was before the fire. Mother would bake the prairie chickens and the family would really enjoy them. There were also partridge in the woods. Vince would take a salt shaker and a potato and go out and shoot a partridge, cook it along with a potato and have a good meal in the woods. At that time most of the land west and north of the buildings was wooded. This was where the family got their stove wood for the year. I remember every year Dave Johnson would come over with a saw rig, powered by a model T or model Ford engine, and saw wood for us.

Vincent remembered an interesting incident with the double barreled shotgun when he was quite young. One Sunday morning there was a crow making a lot of noise. It was sitting in the willows by the slough that was near the house. He got up, put two shells in the double barreled shotgun and went to the slough to shoot this crow. He aimed the gun and pulled both triggers. This knocked him on his butt and the crow flew away unharmed.

Speaking about shotguns and their use, the kitchen door of the farmhouse had a small hole in it that had been patched by stuffing a small cork into it. This hole was made when a shotgun was accidentally discharged through the door. I do not know if it was Horace or Vincent who was holding the gun.

St. Hilaire Spectator

Dec. 23, 1937 Mr. & Mrs. Karl Dalager & family, Mr. & Mrs. Herman Sandberg and children, Mr. & Mrs. Adrian Anderson, Erling, Phoebe & Mayme Anderson were Sunday dinner guests at the Harry Winter home in St. Hilaire.

Karl and Ida: James and Shirley go to school

After graduating from high school in 1932 Horace stayed home to help on the farm. Following his high school graduation in 1935 Vincent took a two-year electrical course at Wahpeton State School of Science graduating in 1937 with a two-year degree in electricity.

When I started school in the fall of 1934, I rode in a car driven by Clif Schantzen along with Vincent, Paul Jepson, Henry Bothmans and Stella Omundson. The car picked us up at the cluster of mailboxes, located at the intersection of two roads about a half mile north west of our farm. Vincent and I had to walk the half-mile across country. I remember Vincent making a path for me through the snow.

For my second year I had to meet the car bus at the Bothman corner. This was over 1.5 miles from home or one mile west of the cluster of mail boxes.. Since Vincent had graduated from high school and was now at the Wapeton Technical school, I was on my own. During good weather Horace took me to this corner in the car in the morning. During the winter Horace took me on Jerry, our black and white pinto pony. On the way home from school, I would walk home from the Bothman corner. My usual path was one mile east on the gravel road and then across Anderson’s field through the Larson yard where Ron Hink lived later, then the path through the woods to home. Many time I stopped at the Larson house to get warmed up. Iris Larson, who later married Art Dicken, would give me something warm to eat before I left.

When Shirley started school in 1936, they had a real bus and the route was changed and we met the bus on the county line road south of our place. To meet the bus we had two routes. We could walk either through the Gabe Peterson place that was south and east of our place or through the Dan Johnson or Peterson place. We did this for three years until Carol Walseth started school in 1939. I was in sixth grade when Carol started school. The school bus had changed route again and we met the bus at the mailbox corner which was about 1/2 mile north of the Walseth place. Thorstein took Carol and later Bob by car to meet the bus. Shirley and I would walk to the end of our driveway and Thorstein would pick us up in his Model A Ford. We did this for several years until the bus started coming south from the mailboxes and turned at the Walseth crossing. This may have happened when Robert Peterson and Bob Walseth started school. There were five getting on the bus at that location so the bus came to the Walseth driveway.