After some arm-twisting, I talked Karen into writing some of her memories of North Dakota. I wish I could remember it all, but I can’t. It’s good to have some help. So, we’ll hear from Karen for the next couple days.
David and the little girl (he might remember her name. (He doesn’t.) Think her mom’s name was Carla, not hers) were picked up by a policeman and brought home when they walked across the field in Cavalier toward the hotel building. Think that was pretty exciting for them, to have a ride in a police car!
Jerry Stroup’s wife name is spelled Nga. We visited them 2 times in Salt Lake City suburb. (Actually Brigham City). Have a cute photo of his son Jerry (or Jeremy) with Kimmy on our first visit. They are holding up a water hose that has a hole or two in it so they are drinking water that’s spurting thru the holes. Waaay cute. We went to Lagoon with them; remember the picnic lunch there? Think you and Jerry and he boys went climbing a mountain behind their home that first visit.
The second time is when Nga had a restaurant. Jerry went off with the kids on a trip so we’d have room to stay in their bedrooms so we didn’t see him that visit. Sounded like a lame excuse to me but it was good to at least see Nga. That might have been the year we brought Matt out to go to BYU his first year.
Back to ND, a moose was spotted in downtown (I think it was Mountain, ND) where Nga and Jerry Stroup had a trailer home. So one Sunday we decided to go moose/goose hunting. We all piled into one car I think: Matthew, David, you, me and the two Stroups. We had the best time telling the driver to go up this road or that road to find a moose. Never did spot one (moose or goose) but we had a lotta fun doing it!
Dad