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Here are some of the members of the Trinity Nurse Honor Guard Back row (left to right): Emily Larson, Gail Smith, Linda Whaley, Mary Swalin, June Engel, Christina Fevold, Ellen Vanderhoff Front row (left to right): Nadine Schlienz, Janet Meyne, Alyce Ann Lawler, Dorothy Griffin, Linda Lynch, Kari Jones, Kathy Nash
By PAUL STEVENS
As funeral services for Gladys Meier neared an end at Grace Lutheran Church, five nurses, wearing their nursing caps and red and navy-blue capes draped over their white uniforms, walked to the front of the church for a final farewell to their fellow nurse.
One of the nurses went to the podium and talked about Florence Nightingale, the founder of modern nursing, and how she became known as the Lady of the Lamp from the time she was seen in the dark alleys with a lamp while caring for the injured soldiers of the Crimean War in the 1850s.
After the group of nurses recited the Nightingale Pledge, an oath taken at nursing graduations, the Nightingale Lamp was lit — a ceramic lamp that represents the light nurses bring to their patients, offering hope and comfort, especially in the face of suffering and illness.
The pledge:
“I solemnly pledge myself before God and in the presence of this assembly to pass my life in purity and to practice my profession faithfully. I will abstain from whatever is deleterious and mischievous and will not take or knowingly administer any harmful drug. I will do all in my power to maintain and elevate the standard of my profession and will hold in confidence all personal matters committed to my keeping and all family affairs coming to my knowledge in the practice of my calling. With loyalty I will endeavor to aid physicians in their work and devote myself to the welfare of those committed to my care.”
Then another nurse beckoned Meier to her Final Call to Duty:
“This is the final call for Gladys Meier who has served selflessly and given her life for the good of her fellow man. Would Gladys Meier, license number 22275, please report for duty.”
This was repeated two more times before the candle was extinguished and the nurse said,
“Her tasks are complete, her duties are done. Gladys is going home.”
The nurses then presented the lamp to Meier’s daughters, Joan Drewes of West Babylon, New York, and Martha Kersbergen, of Fort Dodge.
The nurses who honored Meier at her funeral services on Feb. 23 are part of the Nursing Honor Guard at Unity Point Health – Trinity Regional Medical Center in Fort Dodge.
The Nursing Honor Guard has been conducting such ceremonies at the funeral services for registered nurses and licensed practical nurses in a 50-mile radius of Fort Dodge since 2006, when it first formed for the funeral of Jan Tasler at Corpus Christi Catholic Church.
Before her death at the age of 54, Tasler, who was employed at Trinity Regional Medical Center and with Home Health Care and Hospice, had requested that there be a nursing honor guard at her funeral. She knew of such honor guards in other cities. Nurses at Trinity honored her request and decided to make nursing honor guards available for similar services in the future when requested by a family.
The coordinator of the program, Emily Larson, manager of Oncology & Infusion Services at Trinity Regional Medical Center, assumed the role with Christina Fevold, Quality Department nurse manager, in 2020 from Deb Shriver.
Larson said, “Nursing is a very demanding career. It’s an honor to do something for those who have done so much for other people.”
When a request for the Honor Guard is made by a deceased nurse’s family, usually conveyed through a funeral home or church, Larson goes to her email distribution list of about 80 nurses and puts out a call for volunteers who would be available.
“I like to have a minimum of four people at a funeral,” she said. “On average, we have six to 10 at every funeral. Normally we don’t do gravesite services unless a family requests. Sometimes we’re asked to be at a visitation only. It’s getting more common that people have visitations right before the funeral rather than the day before, and in those cases, we stay through both if requested.”
What members of the Honor Guard wear is important to the ceremony. Their white caps and white uniforms harken back to an earlier era when both were standard for nurses – before colored nursing scrubs replaced them. The woolen capes, red on the inside and dark blue on the outside, are also vestiges of a past era.
“Initially we had no capes, except for a few nurses who had their own,” Janet Meyne said. “I am not sure when capes were discontinued. Initially they were in place because the women stayed in a nursing dorm close to the hospital and wore their capes over their uniform when they went to and from the hospital for their training. As the years have gone by, families have donated capes to the hospital after we were present for their family member’s funeral. We have found one at a garage sale, on eBay or through a donation. We are always on the lookout for nursing capes.”
The Honor Guard participated in 13 funerals in 2023 and 13 in 2024, and so far in 2025, it has taken part in 10. In all, the Honor Guard has taken part in well over 100 funerals since its formation. All of the nurses are volunteers, and donations to help with expenses for the program come through the Trinity Foundation, Larson said, most often from families whose loved ones were honored.
“I have participated in this since 2006,” said Meyne, a retired nurse who recently moved from Fort Dodge to Ankeny. “It is one of my greatest honors to recognize the nursing profession and give tribute to those nurses who have served their community. As nurses we spent many weekends and holidays caring for those that required our services, so this meant time away from our own families on days when many others who worked were at home. The Nursing Honor Guard recognizes those individuals who have dedicated their lives to the profession of nursing.”
Another who has been part of the Nursing Honor Guard since its inception is Alyce Ann Lawler — one of the longest-serving nurses in Fort Dodge history who played a major role in forming the first critical care units at Mercy Hospital and Bethesda Hospital. The two hospitals merged in 1974 to form what would become today’s Trinity Regional Medical Center. Lawler remained in critical care and retired in 2013 after a 47-year career. Her daughter, Jennifer Lawler Hansch, is a registered nurse who is day supervisor at Trinity.
“It’s such an honor to take part in the Honor Guard,” Alyce Ann Lawler said. “What strikes me is how the families are always so impressed. I think what the ceremony does is make them realize even more what their mother or sister or daughter did to help others as a nurse. Once you see how much the family appreciates it, it makes you want to do it more.”
Nineteen cities in Iowa have Nurse Honor Guard organizations, said statewide coordinator Deb Ivis, who also coordinates the MercyOne Nurse Honor Guard in Des Moines. Another near Fort Dodge is the Calhoun County Nurse Honor Guard in Rockwell City.
At her mother’s funeral, Kersbergen said that when she first saw the Honor Guard nurses, she burst into tears. “There standing before me was my ‘Mom’! White uniform, white cap, navy wool cape with red lining, and white shoes! Just the way I remember Mom looking each day she went to work.
“Each of them greeted my sister and I. I mentioned to one of them that I liked that they draped the cape open on one side exposing the rich red satin lining. She told me that it was intentional so they could greet with a courteous handshake.
“Then the Nurse Guard positioned themselves staggered down the center church aisle on ‘guard’ for the funeral attendees. They remained in this formation as the casket passed by and the family was seated. To me, this incredible show of respect was what my Mom deserved. She always felt her registered nurse title was not a career choice, it was her sacred ‘calling’ to be of humble service to God.”
As the entire Honor Guard recited the Nightingale Pledge, Kersbergen said, “I turned and looked at my daughter, who has her BSN from the University of Iowa, and she was saying the pledge with them.”
Drewes said she was able to hold herself together for her mother’s funeral…until the Honor Guard’s last call for duty.
“It broke me wide open, and I wept with my entire soul,” she said. “This moment was so deeply emotional — and a true honoring for Mom. There aren’t many words to describe what this ceremony did for us. It was the ‘last call to duty’ and ‘Gladys is going home’ that truly broke my heart wide open. After the service, the Honor Guard stood at the exit of the nave to wish us all well. I hugged them all with joyful tears of gratitude.”
By PAUL STEVENS
Today marks the 50th anniversary of the fall of Saigon, widely recognized as the end of the Vietnam War, and for the families and friends of 16 Webster County men who died for their country, it is far more than a historical event.
“On the anniversary,” said Rich Lennon, of Fort Dodge, a U.S. Army veteran of Vietnam and Iraq, “it is fitting that we honor not only those that lost their lives during the Vietnam War, but also to honor the families of those whose loved ones made the ultimate sacrifice in service to this great nation.”
Families like that of Raymond and Joyce Olson, who got that dreaded knock on their door on March 28, 1968, from their pastor and a military soldier, there with the news that their son Roger, a hospital corpsman with the U.S. Navy, was killed two days earlier when he stepped on a land mine.
At the time, Dayle Olson was a 15-year-old sophomore at Fort Dodge Senior High School and stood quietly in the background as they delivered word of Roger’s death at the age of 20.
“Fifty years!” said Olson, who lives in Merritt Island, Florida. “Today I look at the Vietnam War as a ‘different war.’ Now, 50 years later, I look back at this war that seemed to create a division in America. Some saw the war as necessary, others saw it as serving no real purpose. I don’t focus on those issues anymore. I focus on what this war did to over 58,000 families who had that knock on the front door with a military person standing on the other side holding a large brown envelope. As that envelope got handed to a family member, the words, ‘I am sorry for your loss,’ were quietly whispered.
“That image is cemented in my mind to this day! Families, like mine, were then and still today are faced with that division. Some saw this loss as a hero who had sacrificed their life for this country. Others saw it as part of ‘the unnecessary.’ I feel the same today as I did 50 years ago. Every person who was a part of Vietnam is an American hero who deserves our respect and gratitude.”
The names of the 16 Webster County men killed in the war are etched on the Vietnam Veterans Memorial in Washington and at the Terry Moehnke Veterans Memorial Park north of Fort Dodge. The photos with this story are also on display at Fort Dodge’s Walter Porsch Post 1856, Veterans of Foreign Wars.
The men and women who served in the Vietnam War era were faced with adversity both on the battlefield and at home, said Moehnke, a U.S. Navy veteran for whom the park is named.
“It was an unpopular war that had no clear objective for many in the Heartland,” he said. “I recall the turmoil on the college campuses and the somber scenes of caskets being unloaded off the transport planes. Men and women of my generation were called on to serve and the draft was disrupting plans for many of them. It was a war in a faraway place that most did not understand the significance of.
“Walking through Veterans Park provides an opportunity to reflect on the men and women who served and the impact of their service on their families and our community. The 16 young men from Webster County had their lives cut short, but there are hundreds more who returned and lived with their experiences with little support of their neighbors or our government. It took several years for the public to recognize that the battle didn’t end with their return. We can only hope that we learned to appreciate the efforts of others to preserve our freedoms.”
TJ Martin, academic dean — distance learning at Iowa Central Community College, headed a project in which students interviewed the families and friends of 55 men who died in the Vietnam War. They were from the nine counties that make up Iowa Central’s region — Buena Vista, Pocahontas, Humboldt, Wright, Sac, Calhoun, Webster, Hamilton, and Greene counties.
The result was a book titled, “Before They Were Soldiers,” and as its title states, the stories of those 55 attempted to capture the essence of their lives before they began their military service.
On April 22, the college hosted a book exhibition, attended by about 250 to 300 people, as a way of honoring the families and friends who contributed their stories to the project and who were presented a copy of the book.
“One thing we noticed from interviewing family members of those who died in Vietnam was that each of the families has a void or hole in their heart from the loss of their brother,” Martin said. “In two situations, we interviewed mothers and this was even more apparent in the information they gave us. Most of our interviews led to a situation where tears flowed down their cheeks as they remembered where they were when they got the news. Even though we did not ask that question, it always came up … I remember clearly the day or night that we got the call, or when the military car come driving up our lane, or when mom collapsed when they told us the news.”
Martin shared his personal experience of how such loss results in life forever changed, growing up in rural Palmer.
“In my situation, my mother gets married in the fall of 1967 and her husband is sent to Vietnam in January ’68,” he said. “He is killed in action May 29, 1968. A few years later she meets my dad, has us three boys and life marches on. However, if Henry Claussen does not die in Vietnam, I am not here today. The trajectory of life is forever altered by a war that is on the other side of the globe. One can overthink this, but it does not change the fact that this happens with each and every one of the guys who died over there.
“It is also true about those who came back altered from the young man who left compared to the man they were when they returned. In some cases, these guys had a full family when they were called to go over there. That changed how the kids had to live with that void of a dad and only had the memory of their dad instead of a father to play catch, wrestle, walk their daughter down the aisle, etc. One can really over think this … ”
Two of those who died are remembered at their respective high schools.
The memory of U.S. Air Force 1st Lt. Terry Griffey has been honored annually at St. Edmond High School since 1968 by recognizing a senior boy judged outstanding in athletics, academics, citizenship and leadership with the Terry Griffey Award. Griffey, a 1958 St. Edmond graduate, died in 1966, at the age of 25, when the F-4C Phantom fighter jet he was piloting burst into flames after a bombing run and disintegrated near Qui Nhon in South Vietnam. His body was never recovered.
In November 2019, a plaque was dedicated at Fort Dodge Senior High School in memory of 1st Lt. William L. Peters, a U.S. Marine killed in action on June 21, 1969, when his helicopter crashed during rescue operations in Quang Nam Province. He was awarded the Navy Cross and two Silver Stars for his heroism. The Fort Dodge Veterans Council presented the plaque on behalf of Peters, a 1961 graduate, and it is displayed in a place of honor at the high school.
At the dedication, Peters’ sister Portia Peters Bauchens said:
“Lee Peters was a real war hero. He lost his life piloting a helicopter back into battle so that no wounded would be left behind. If you have been to the Vietnam Memorial in Washington, D.C., you know that uniformed men are there to help you find the name on the wall. When I asked for William Lee Peters Jr., he quietly asked ‘from Fort Dodge, Iowa?’ I surprised myself and burst into tears. I want Lee remembered as the kid from Fort Dodge who loved his family, loved to swim, loved his friends and to have fun … I hope the plaque at the high school will inspire kids to do their best when called upon. That was what Lee did.”
National Vietnam War Veterans Day is observed on March 29 — the date in 1973 when the last U.S. combat troops left Vietnam.
“To me when we (all combat forces) left Vietnam on 29 March is definitely more significant than when we left Vietnam in April of 1975,” Lennon said. “April of 1975 was a political date for the end of the war.”
Tom Dorsey, who served as an Army artillery forward observer in Vietnam in 1967, agrees: “For me the Vietnam War ended with the Paris Peace Accord in 1973 and the withdrawal of the U.S. combat forces. The RVN armed forces held on without U.S. assistance until the communist forces overran Saigon on April 30, 1975. As was everything else in the Vietnam war, the chaotic withdrawal of embassy staff and Vietnamese friendlies was controversial. Also subject to controversy was the resettlement of orphans as well as families.”
The last U.S. servicemen killed during the war, U.S Marines Charles McMahon and Darwin Lee Judge, died on April 29, 1975, in a North Vietnamese rocket attack one day before the fall of Saigon. Judge was a 19-year-old lance corporal from Marshalltown. In all, 55,280 U.S. service members died in the war — 869 of them from Iowa.
On May 7, the 27th Brushy Creek Area Honor Flight will transport 165 veterans to Washington to see the nation’s war monuments — two of them Korean War veterans and the rest Vietnam veterans, according to organizer Ron Newsum, who said, “To me, each flight makes me so grateful for what our country is and was and will be, one of freedom and respect.”
In his remarks at Iowa Central to families who lost loved ones in the Vietnam War, Martin said:
“For many of you, the pain is still raw. The absence is a constant ache. The questions linger, unanswered, in the quiet corners of your hearts. We understand that time may pass, but the love, the memories, the profound impact of your loss, remains. In a number of interviews that I assisted in completing, I witnessed this pain, agony, and that part of your heart that just didn’t heal.
“Your loved one — your brother, husband, son, father, or best buddy — answered the call to duty. They served with courage, with conviction, and with unwavering patriotism. They faced unimaginable challenges, endured hardships others can only try to comprehend, and in the end, they made the ultimate sacrifice. They gave their lives in service to their country, and their names are etched forever on a granite wall in our nation’s capital and American history.
“But their story doesn’t end there. It lives on in you. It lives on in the stories you tell, the memories you cherish, and the love that binds you together. They live on in the values they instilled, the lessons they taught, and the legacy they left behind.”
By PAUL STEVENS
Joan Johnson Drewes is proud to be part of Fort Dodge’s First Family of Music, among six talented members of the Johnson family — her parents, Gladys and Dick, and her three sisters Karen, Donna and Martha.
She moved away from her hometown decades ago, but continues the family music tradition, composing choral and vocal music, after retiring from 20 years as an elementary school music teacher and choral director. And she’s never forgotten her family roots.
“When we were kids, we used to sing at our church, Grace Lutheran,” she said. “Martha is still a member there, in the choir and bell choir. We were billed as The Johnson Girls and dad would write arrangements for us.”
When they vacationed, she added, “the six of us would be in dad’s station wagon singing pieces in four-part harmony. Donna and I sang alto, mom and Martha soprano, Karen tenor and dad would sing bass.”
Of the six, only the two youngest survive – Joan, of West Babylon, New York, and Martha McColley Kersbergen, of Fort Dodge.
On Feb. 13, their mother Gladys Johnson Meier, an accomplished musician and singer who was highly regarded as a registered nurse, died at Friendship Haven.
Their father was one of Fort Dodge’s most famous entertainment figures — Richard “Dick” Johnson, an avid barbershopper who was beloved for his 1960s local television show “Uncle Dick’s Fun House” that put smiles on the faces of hundreds of Fort Dodge girls and boys during its six-year run on KQTV. He died in Montana in 2024 at age 95. Karen was 64 when she died in 2015 of ovarian cancer and Donna was 68 when she passed away in 2020 of complications following surgery.
“There is nothing closer to the soul than the sound of the human voice singing” are words Joan believes in. She lives in West Babylon with her husband, Billy, a professional saxophone player in the Vanguard Jazz Orchestra that performs weekly at the Village Vanguard in New York City. She has been active in the American Choral Directors Association (ACDA) and recently returned from a four-day conference in Dallas that was attended “by 3,000 choral geeks, conductors, performers, ensembles and composers from all around the world. I enjoyed every moment.”
In addition to her studies at New York University and The Juilliard School, she holds a bachelor of music degree from Berklee College of Music in Boston and a master of science in education from Hofstra University in Nassau County, N.Y.
Drewes has toured with jazz ensembles in Europe and on the East Coast and recorded several albums which included her original compositions and vocals. Her choral compositions (“Tacit”, “Three,” “Lift My Soul” and “The Star”) were premiered under the baton of David Fryling, national president of the ACDA and director of choral activities at Hofstra University.
“Lift My Soul” and “Distant Murmurings” were accepted into the prestigious PROJECT: ENCORE Catalogue. Her compositions have been performed by the Evergreen and Oak Trio in conjunction with the Iowa Composer Forum. She won first prize in the 2024 Choral Series Composition Competition at Mount Holyoke College and received Honorable Mention for her piece “Lift My Soul” in the 2022 HerVoice Composers Competition.
Fryling said, “Joan’s music is a delight to sing and a joy to conduct. Her musical language is sophisticated yet accessible, she treats her texts with great care, and her approach to the voice is effortlessly idiomatic.”
She worked for 20 years at Saltzman East Memorial School in Farmingdale, New York, where she taught general music and choruses for students in kindergarten through fifth grade.
Joan and Billy have two daughters — Grace, who works for Google and lives in Brooklyn, New York, and is married to Chris Scheben, and Amalia, who is a visual artist, works for a traveling Native American museum and lives in West Babylon, New York.
“Both sang and played instruments through high school, and were involved in choir, orchestra and musicals,” Drewes said.
Drewes credits “an amazing music department” at Fort Dodge Senior High School for forming her music foundation — particularly Larry Mitchell in choir, John Groethe in jazz band and James Huffman in orchestra. She was the first female president of the FDSH a cappella choir. Barbara Rector was her piano teacher in Fort Dodge until her junior year.
“I always felt (and I still do to this day) that the Iowa work ethic, the commitment to values and having community support, were all foundational forces to my success,” she said. ”Dad and I had many parallel talents. He conducted choirs, so did I. He was a composer/arranger, so am I. I’m grateful for the gifts passed on to me.”
All four Johnson girls graduated from FDSH. Karen excelled in dance and Donna is still remembered for playing the role of Dolly in the high school’s musical “Hello Dolly,” a performance that set the stage for a life that took her to show business work in New York City, London and Minneapolis.
“I was in ninth grade when Donna did Dolly. I think it worked in my favor, there were certain expectations, oh, you’re Karen and Donna’s sister. Luckily, I had the talent to meet those expectations.”
“When Martha got married, Karen, Donna and I were living in New York City and as a wedding present, I wrote an arrangement for us to sing at her wedding. Karen sang tenor, Donna alto and I sang soprano. Our dad was completely blown away by my arrangement. That meant the world to me. We did it in a barbershop way and that was his genre.
“I was a normal classmate until someone realized I was the daughter of Uncle Dick. It gave me a sense of notoriety and also a sense of responsibility – don’t do anything stupid! Not only my dad, but to follow in the footsteps of Karen and Donna — well, they were not easy acts to follow.
“Dad used to write arrangements of hymns for the Johnson Girls to sing in church. Martha was too young to join us – but Karen, Donna and I sang beautifully together – we thought we were identical to ‘The Lennon Sisters’. Our house had a huge backyard. We put on plays, acrobatic acts on the swing set, and one year made a parade around the neighborhood and invited neighbors to come watch us perform. Donna made a stage of an old door supported by cinder blocks. Yeah — the whole lot of us, born to perform! Mom played piano and sang, but she was a nurse so if anything happened to any of the neighborhood kids, we brought them home to Mom for ‘fixing’ — mostly the application of Band-Aids.”
Drewes graduated from FDSH in 1973 and received a music scholarship to attend Morningside College in Sioux City — “but it wasn’t a good fit.”
Her sisters Karen and Donna were living in New York City at the time, and she was accepted at Berklee College of Music in Boston where she was a composition major and sang in a traveling ensemble.
”Donna had already forged a path by going to the American Academy of Dramatic Arts in NYC, so me going to Boston was doable,” she said.
Karen worked in New York City as a legal secretary.
“The legacy of my mom is that she never clipped our wings,” Drewes said, “She never discouraged us from going where our talents would take us. It was never no, that’s dumb, too far, too expensive, not a good career. When I said I wanted to go to Boston, she said fine – it will either make you or break you.”
Her mother Gladys (Pauline Wilson) was raised and educated in Harcourt and graduated in 1949 from St. Joseph’s Mercy Hospital School of Nursing in Fort Dodge. She worked as an R.N. at Iowa Methodist Hospital in Des Moines and provided private duty nursing in Sac City and Carroll before marrying Richard “Dick” Johnson in 1950.
The couple lived in Emmetsburg and Carroll before establishing their home in Fort Dodge. She put her career on hold for 14 years, raising their four daughters, and returned to nursing in 1965. In 1968 Gladys was a charter member of the opening of the Intensive Care Unit at Lutheran Hospital (now UnityPoint Health — Trinity Regional Medical Center.) She immersed herself in studying coronary heart disease and attended lectures, symposiums and workshops for nursing in these critical care arenas. In 1975 she taught courses on electro-cardiology at Iowa Central Community College. She and Johnson divorced in 1970, and in 1976 she married L. Lester Meier and the couple lived in Fort Dodge.
Gladys traveled to the jungles of eastern Honduras in 1988-91 to assist in conducting health clinics and hands-on nursing for the people along the Patuca River. She was a self-made speaker who gave community talks on her trips to Honduras, the Iowa Corn Show and Heart-Health. She left hospital nursing in 1975 and worked for Webster County Public Health as a public health nurse, retiring in 1991.
Martha remembers her mother for her stage presence when speaking in nursing classes or about her experiences in Honduras. And for her wisdom.
“I remember she would always say — ‘You have two choices in life, to laugh or to cry. If you choose to cry, you’re going to have a miserable life. But if you learn to laugh at yourself, you’ll have a great life.'”
Martha and her first husband, Jim McColley, started a cleaning business in 1982 — “we started up with a bucket of cleaning supplies and a vacuum, and five accounts,” she said with a laugh. Clean All Inc. was incorporated in 1984 and at the time of its sale to her best friend and 10-year employee Robin Smith, in 2022, it had 20 employees and five vans.
“I sold it so I could retire and take care of my grandkids,” she said. She and Bob Kersbergen were married in 2014.
She and McColley have four children: Rose, like her grandmother a registered nurse, working in an Orlando, Florida, emergency center; Scott, who has Downs Syndrome and lives at a house staffed by One Vision in Fort Dodge and works at Applebee’s; Rachel, who has lived and worked in the Des Moines area the last 12 years as a tattoo artist and recently purchased a home in Slater with her fiance as they are expecting a baby in September, and Matthew, a paramedic at the Humboldt County Memorial Hospital.
As with Joan’s family, the Johnson Family music gene is implanted in Martha’s family as well. Martha sings in the Grace Lutheran choir and plays in the bell choir, and while she no longer does musicals, she performs in plays at the Hawkeye Community Theater and helps with sets and props.
Matthew has returned to performing at HCT. Martha said, “His goal is to win the Best Actor award and have his name on the board in the lobby with his Mom and Aunt Donna! He accomplished this on his second play ‘CAHOOTS’ written by Rick Johnston, as the character Al Shields.”
And, she said, Scott “thinks he is a rock star, can’t carry a tune in a bucket, has serious pitch issues…he not only posts his masterpieces on Facebook but goes out with his guitar to the mausoleum at North Lawn Cemetery where Karen and Donna are interred and sings a song he wrote for Aunt Karen and Aunt Donna.”
What is your New Year’s resolution for your company or organization to help the Fort Dodge community grow in the coming year? The Messenger recently asked dozens of community and business leaders to rub their crystal balls and answer this question. We received 27 responses and bring them to our readers as the first Messenger Spotlight of the new year. One who I surely would have asked is former mayor and judge Albert Habhab. 2025 is the first year since 1952, when he opened a law practice in downtown Fort Dodge, that one of the city’s most famous citizens didn’t usher in a new year. He died a year ago at the age of 98. “The Judge” had long made it known he would host a birthday party on his 100th on Sept. 6, 2025. He may have fallen short, but some of his closest friends plan to mark that 100th anniversary on Sept. 6 at Community Orchard. I know I reached only a small percentage of the city’s leaders with my question for the new year. I apologize for that. If you would like to contribute your thoughts in about 100 words on how your company or organization will help the Fort Dodge community grow in 2025, please drop me a note — paulstevens46@gmail.com — and we will publish them in a followup to this Spotlight. With that, here are our responses: Joel Allen, director, ISI (Iron Sharpens Iron), Team Camps At ISI Team Camps, our New Year’s resolution is to continue driving growth and opportunity in the Fort Dodge community. Last year, our camp brought over 1,500 participants and their families to Fort Dodge, boosting the local economy and highlighting the incredible businesses that make your city special. We are deeply appreciative of Iowa Central Community College and its phenomenal campus, which provides the perfect environment for athletes to grow and thrive. This year, we aim to strengthen those connections, increase camp attendance, and showcase all that Fort Dodge has to offer, solidifying its reputation as a premier hub for youth sports and community excellence. Kraig Barber, market president, First State Bank At First State Bank we strive to work with community businesses and organizations to help facilitate their goals of growing and being successful each year. In order to help understand how a company wants to grow takes a concerted effort of asking and listening what their company is about and what goals they have, what goods or services it produces, how their operation is run, who their customer base is, and knowing about what resources are in the area and then try to put all of this together to facilitate a plan to help them be successful in the coming year. We do this one company at a time and each of these businesses then helps propel this area into a sustaining and growing place to work and live. Happy New Year! Matt Bemrich, mayor of Fort Dodge As I reflect on my final year as mayor, I recognize the incredible progress we’ve made as a community and the important work that remains. Over the past year, we’ve focused on strengthening infrastructure, supporting economic growth, and enhancing quality of life for all residents. However, there is still much to be accomplished. Key priorities include finalizing long-term infrastructure projects, fostering partnerships to attract new businesses, and addressing housing shortages to meet the needs of a growing population. It is also essential to continue building on our efforts to create a more inclusive and connected community. As we approach the end of this chapter, I remain committed to working diligently with city leaders, residents, and stakeholders to ensure a strong foundation for the future. Terry Christensen, Iowa Group publisher As the Messenger approaches 170 years serving readers and advertisers in North Central Iowa, our resolution for 2025 is to remain committed to providing the best in local news and sports coverage. We are greatly appreciative of our numerous relationships with businesses, organizations and civic groups throughout the area, most of which are our friends and neighbors. The Fort Dodge region has experienced so many positive improvements over the past decade, thanks to the countless number of people willing to help lead the way. We look forward to reporting even more success stories in 2025. Charles Clayton, director, Athletics for Education and Success (AFES) AFES New Year’s resolution is to continue Supporting and Believing in Fort Dodge! Even though we have been hit with negative news over the last few years, we believe Fort Dodge is greater than those negative things and has great people here and is still a great place to live and raise a family! Don Decker, chairman, The Decker Companies For nearly a century, The Decker Companies has been proud to be a part of the Fort Dodge community. Each year, our resolution has been to continue to build on the success of our company since my Uncle Loren Decker started it 93 years ago with a single Model B Ford truck. Last year we donated $1 million for the renovation of Decker Auditorium on the Iowa Central Community College campus and expect to continue to be a contributor to ICCC in the future. The Decker Development Park on the east side of Fort Dodge, part of the Cross-Town Connector Improvement Project, includes MidAmerican Energy; Moeller Furnace & Air, a longtime Fort Dodge company, who plans to move into their new facility in 2025; FORCE America, a hydraulic company, who is building a new manufacturing facility in the Park; and a new sale to a multi- national company who is currently in the due diligence process for building a facility as well. Not all of our contributions are as visible, but important to us and to the community. We just committed to a $100,000 contribution for a new surgical center at UnityPoint Health– Trinity Regional Medical Center; and we will continue to support local organizations, contribute food to food pantries, and sponsor a family through employee contributions during the holidays, just to name a few. Dave Flattery, market president, Availa Bank and member of City Council At Availa Bank, our New Year’s resolution for 2025 is to continue to strengthen our commitment to the Fort Dodge community by offering financial products and services that meet the local needs. Additionally, we will continue to support local organizations, including the Greater Fort Dodge Growth Alliance to promote economic growth. For 2025, at Availa Bank we will continue to encourage our team to be involved in the community to foster a thriving Fort Dodge and region. Leah Glasgo, president, UnityPoint Health New Year’s Resolution for UnityPoint Health — Trinity Regional Medical Center: “Promote Health, Wellness, and Community Collaboration to Foster a Stronger Fort Dodge and surrounding communities in 2025.” We will continue to focus on accessibility in rural Iowa to key services such as cardiology, surgery, family medicine, oncology and women’s services, retain and recruit talented and caring healthcare workers, develop partnerships that help us meet the needs of our community, and provide excellence in patient-centered care. This work will not only strengthen the hospital’s mission but also contribute to the broader growth of Fort Dodge, creating a healthier and more resilient community. Wishing you all a healthy, Happy 2025 from all of us at UPH Fort Dodge! Mary Green-Warnstadt, executive director, Main Street Fort Dodge The New Year’s resolutions for Main Street Fort Dodge include long- and short-term goals. With this holiday season winding down, we recently launched a fundraising campaign for downtown Christmas lights. We want to enhance our festive Merry on Main Street activities by reimagining the light displays along Central Avenue for the 2025 holiday season. Looking long-term, our Main Street program will develop Community Transformation Strategies for downtown. The process will rely on the input of property and business owners as well as residents and local leaders to determine our future priorities. Interested in joining the conversation? Email us at info@MainStreetFD.org. Phil Gunderson and Rob Gunderson, owners, Gunderson Funeral Home & Cremation Services of Fort Dodge and Larson-Weishaar Funeral Home of Manson Gunderson Funeral Home & Cremation Services along with Larson-Weishaar Funeral Home is resolved to serve our communities and the families who call upon us at the time of loss. Adapting to changes in technology, services requested and the ways families wish to memorialize is very important to us. We are resolved to helping reduce the stress and simplify the ease in the funeral pre-planning experience. Our staff will continue to provide post-service follow-up and care in support of those who grieve, as well as our community services of remembrance. Gunderson’s and Wieshaar’s will continue to be involved in the success, growth and improvements in our communities and region. Luke Hugghins, business partner, McClure For many years, McClure has been a proud partner in developing infrastructure and assisting in economic development planning throughout Fort Dodge and the surrounding region. In 2025, McClure will continue to seek opportunities to grow both locally and nationally. The local communities we serve are the core of our business, and we are excited to welcome back Fort Dodge native, Nick Bennett, who has accepted a full-time position as a Staff Engineer. Matt and Abigail Johnson, owners, Fort Dodge Ford Lincoln Toyota Happy New Year to all the readers of The Messenger! As always, we feel incredibly blessed and grateful to be a part of the community of Fort Dodge. We thank you all for your continued support over the years. Looking forward to 2025, our resolution is to be a helpful and positive influence in this community that we value so deeply. We believe having a team mindset with other businesses and the community as a whole will continue to strengthen the path forward. We want to continue to be a part of the positive momentum that is elevating Fort Dodge and making it an even better place to live, work and play. Mike Johnson, Calvert & Johnson Insurance Services As far as a resolution for our business, I would say that we are going to try and continue our giving/donating in 2025 as a corporation to making an impact with the youth in our community. A long time ago, our agency decided that the best way to invest in the Fort Dodge area was to concentrate on our youth and support Fort Dodge Community School District, St. Edmond Catholic School and Iowa Central Community College. Our belief is that by investing in our youth, we are committing to the future of Fort Dodge for not only the coming year but hopefully many years to follow. Thank you for your continued support of the Messenger and the Fort Dodge area. Randy Kuhlman, CEO, Fort Dodge Community Foundation and United Way Our resolution is to continue to invest in community projects and programs that will improve the quality of life for all citizens and continue or work to make Fort Dodge a safer community and a place where people will want to live, work, and raise their families. Kerrie Kuiper, executive director, Visit Fort Dodge Visit Fort Dodge has the same basic resolution each year: bring visitors to our community! In 2025, our resolution is focused on encouraging and recruiting residents to talk about the good things happening in the community. We want residents to know they are an important part of bringing visitors to town, especially as they talk about entertainment, recreation, dining, and shopping opportunities. By inviting others and talking about the positives of the community, residents make a huge impact on how successful we are. Mike Larson, market president, First Interstate Bank The mission in 2025 for First Interstate Bank to continue to be a resource and partner for individuals, businesses, government and non-profit organizations to be able to rely on. Regardless, if it is partnering with time, talents, collaboration or capital. We are committed to the community and its mission of quality growth while making it a phenomenal place to live, grow a business and raise a family. My resolution is to make First Interstate Bank the employer of choice and the bank of choice, by making it an easy place to bank and work. We truly believe in giving back to the community we serve. Chad Lennon, West Region president, Woodruff Construction Woodruff Construction will continue to support our community through our philanthropy on projects that serve the needs of various organizations in the community. The past year alone we finished the press box for the Iowa Central Rugby Team field, contributed to the design and construction of the gateway monuments on the Albert Habhab Veterans Memorial Bridge, donated needed concrete repairs at the Fort Dodge Public Library, raised funds for Community and Family Resources, and made significant cash donations to many local public and private organizations. Our employee owners will continue to build the future of our community and families with purpose, this year and forward. Monsignor Kevin McCoy, Holy Trinity Catholic parish / St. Edmond Catholic School — Fort Dodge, and St. Mary Catholic parish / St. Mary Catholic School — Humboldt Our Catholic community of Webster County is filled with much hope and optimism for 2025. As a community of faith, we will continue to invite folks to know the saving power of God in Christ Jesus; welcoming all to join us in prayer and worship as well as in our efforts to help provide for the food insecure through our food pantry and partnership with Upper Des Moines Opportunity. St. Edmond Catholic continues to offer educational formation rooted in Christian principles, and is welcoming new students, thus expanding the community we serve. The Marian Home and Village provides for the needs of those aging in our community with not only independent living opportunities and skilled care, but also looking forward to the opening of the newly rebuilt assisted living facility along MLK Drive adjacent to the campus on Sixth Avenue North. Dennis Quinn, chief of police, Fort Dodge The new year’s resolution for the Fort Dodge Police Department is first and foremost to continue to be committed to the safety, security, and well-being of our community. We hope to accomplish this through building trust and strong partnerships with our community members. As strong community partners, we will work to make Fort Dodge a place where people want to live and work. Fort Dodge is a wonderful city with a great many exciting things on the horizon. The Fort Dodge Police Department looks forward to being a part of this. Rebecca Reitmeier, owner, Bloomers on Central Coffee Shoppe After being flooded out of the Trolley Center a year ago, we are excited to announce 2025 as the “Year of the Bloom” for Bloomers on Central Coffee Shoppe. Despite the challenges, we made the decision to keep our business downtown, staying true to the vision established by the original owner over 30 years ago. We resolve to reopen Bloomers in 2025 to continue supporting the growth and vibrancy of the downtown community. Our mission remains the same: to be a central hub for local gatherings, fostering connections and creating a welcoming space where everyone feels at home. Maury Ruble, 6-12 principal, St. Edmond Catholic School St. Edmond Catholic’s New Year’s resolution focuses on fostering a vibrant educational experience that unites students and adults in a shared mission to strengthen the Fort Dodge community. By emphasizing academic excellence, respect, and service, the school aims to create a nurturing environment where learning transcends the classroom. This commitment not only enhances academic growth but also builds lasting relationships among families and local organizations, promoting a stronger, more connected Fort Dodge. Through various programs and initiatives, St. Edmond strives to inspire active participation and a sense of belonging for all, paving the way for a brighter future together. Dan Scott, CEO, Citizens Community Credit Union Credit unions are built on a “people helping people” philosophy and our commitment to that at Citizens Community Credit Union only continues to grow. Community is one of our core values and volunteerism is a corporate goal, which eclipsed 1,400 hours in 2024. So I look for us to continue being a leader in donating our time and resources in 2025. Not just to make a positive impact in Fort Dodge, but all seven of the communities we operate in throughout NW Iowa. We firmly believe that when the community succeeds, everyone succeeds. Bill Shimkat and Ed Shimkat Jr., co-owners, Shimkat Motor Co. As a proud family-owned business rooted in Fort Dodge, Iowa, Shimkat Motor Company resolves to inspire growth and togetherness in 2025. We will continue supporting initiatives like Coats for Kids, ensuring no child faces winter unprepared, and seek new ways to uplift our community. By supporting community initiatives and promoting shopping local, we aim to keep our small business community strong. We challenge fellow businesses and residents to get involved, give back, and help make Fort Dodge stronger. Together, we can achieve more — because we’re proud to call Fort Dodge home. Let’s make it a remarkable year! Ryan Smith, president, Kingsgate Insurance At Kingsgate, our New Year’s resolution is to continue to find ways to be a resource, beyond insurance, for our clients. The world continues to become a more complicated place; we resolve to bring solutions that can help simplify it. Clients are faced with a myriad of issues that involve risk, whether it’s the loss of tangible assets or navigating the complexities of compliance related risk. We resolve to scour the marketplace to find solutions that can help them focus on doing what they are best at, running and growing their businesses in 2025. Julie Thorson, president and CEO, Friendship Haven My hope for Friendship Haven that will also help the Fort Dodge community grow in 2025 is to continue to welcome new residents to our campus so many already call home. Whether that is people moving to Friendship Haven from outside our area or people who are moving in from their long-time Fort Dodge homes movement is growth and growth is good for everyone! We have openings available in River Ridge our Catered Living neighborhood. We would encourage people to consider 2025 the perfect time to move to Friendship Haven! In 2025 Friendship Haven will celebrate our 75th year! Tracy Trotter, executive director, Marian Home As we look ahead to 2025, Marian Home is excited to announce the opening of our Assisted Living in the first part of the year, at 925 Martin Luther King Drive. Marian Home will continue to enhance the quality of life for seniors, expanding services, and fostering a vibrant, supportive community. Our goals for the upcoming year reflect our ongoing commitment to providing a safe, fulfilling, and inclusive environment for all residents and we remain committed to making retirement living affordable for all. Collaboration with local organizations, healthcare providers, and businesses will continue to be a cornerstone of our operations. By expanding our network of partnerships, we can offer residents a wider variety of services and ensure they have access to the support they need both within and outside of our community. Our goals for 2025 reflect our unwavering commitment to creating a place where seniors can enjoy a fulfilling, faith-filled and rewarding lifestyle that is supported by a compassionate team. We believe that a successful retirement community should not just meet the basic needs of its residents but enrich their lives with opportunities for growth, connection, and peace of mind. Dr. Jesse D. Ulrich, president, Iowa Central Community College Our resolution is to continue our efforts for students to come to Iowa Central and finish their degree and/or certifications in the shortest amount of time possible with the least amount of student loan debt so they can have a better life.
By PAUL STEVENS
For well over a century, the Ingleside Study Club has connected women of Fort Dodge through their love of one of the world's oldest forms of communication – reading a book.
The book club – the name Ingleside means fireside, around which books were often read – was formed in October 1901 by 11 women and has operated continuously to this day – when, today, 27 women meet twice a month to share a book and enjoy long friendships.
Ingleside’s founding came at a time when women were not allowed to vote – that would come two decades later with passage of the 19th Amendment to the U.S. Constitution. It was a club for women only, women who saw it as a means of self-education and self-improvement.
“The original founders of Ingleside Club were women who invested themselves and their families in constructing the foundations on which Fort Dodge is built—physically, culturally, spiritually,” said Joyce Garton-Natte, current president and a retired dentist and Presbyterian lay minister. “Members today are, likewise, invested in this city and influential in keeping that foundation firm.
“Women like Sarah Kelly, our longest-term member with 67 years of membership, personify the commitment and enthusiasm, supportiveness and gentility on which Ingleside was and is formed.
“I believe it is the weight of our foundational heritage - AND the everlasting love of books and friendship - which inspire current members to keep Ingleside going into a, hopefully, unending future.”
Since being invited to join the club three years ago, Jeanine Nemitz, retired director of the city’s Foster Grandparent Program, has dug deep into Ingleside’s history.
“I myself am happy to note that the club has not avoided topics that might have been controversial,” she said, “including in the 1920s when a club member brought a ballot to the meeting to instruct fellow members in how to use their right to vote. Minutes noted that some members had been told by their husbands that their vote was unnecessary, as he would vote for the family. Advocacy for a community nurse in the early 1900s also highlighted the members who were not afraid to take on ‘City Hall’ in advocating for this important service for the less fortunate of the community.”
Current active members are Adrienne Adams, Pat Bennett, Rosalia Buda Claussen, Judy Delucca, RaeAnne Frey Marner, Joyce Garton-Natte, Jane Gibb, Sondra Holmstrom, Delpha Holtzman, Deb Johnson, Roma Johnson, Betsy Kentfield, Jill Lohff, Kathy Moe, Peggy Murphy, Jeanine Nemitz, Ann Powers, Sherri Schill, Judy Shimkat, Linda Ulstad, Kim Vosberg and Deb Zemke. Associate members are Patricia Crumley, Marilyn Graham, Karen Jackson, Sarah Kelly and Beverly Walker.
The club meets on the first and third Mondays of each month (once a month in January and February), most often in one another’s homes, from 1 to 3 pm, September through April. Membership is through invitation of members of the group and includes women who worked in a variety of professions, including teaching and health care.
The meeting format has remained the same over the years. Each meeting begins with dessert, a brief business session and then a presentation by a member who summarizes the book she chooses to read. A discussion of the book follows, punctuated by conversation among the friends. Sometimes there are props. At her first meeting, Nemitz said, the late Barbara O’Connor reviewed a book on international legend Coco Chanel “and brought hats, to talk about the fashion side of it.”
Once a year, in April, all members of Ingleside read the All Iowa Reads selection and discuss it as a group. Established by the State Library of Iowa in 2003, the goal of the All Iowa Reads program is to foster a sense of community through reading, with Iowans encouraged to come together in their communities to read and talk about a single book title in the same calendar year.
Annual dues are used for minimal club expenditures, and any remaining money is donated to the Fort Dodge Friends of the Library and to the Public Library itself in memory of members who have passed that year. When a member dies, Ingleside also donates a book in her memory to the library.
Sarah Kelly, 89 years young, is Ingleside’s longest-tenured member with 67 years. From her residence at Friendship Haven, she said of her first days with the club:
“I was 22 years old, the youngest one, and every minute with them made my life more beautiful. They were all so kind to me and to each other. I brought my 5-year-old son John to many meetings. My daughter Clare also came to some of the meetings. The women were happy to have them there and they gave me advice about things. I never wanted to miss a meeting.
“Ingleside is just so important! Eventually we enlarged with new members. Young or old, we just blended in, and I feel so fortunate to have had them in my life."
Roma Johnson, its newest member, joining in 2024, offered: "I was honored to be asked to join Ingleside and have enjoyed getting to know the ladies. I have always enjoyed book clubs because I love to read and discuss books. I am looking forward to many more lively meetings."
The year 1901, when Ingleside was formed, was a memorable year in history. It included the assassination of U.S. President William McKinley on Sept. 14 and the succession of Theodore Roosevelt, the death of Queen Victoria and the end of the Victorian era in Britain, the first awarding of the Nobel Prizes, and the unification of Australia into a Commonwealth.
The names of initial members came from prominent families, familiar to those with a knowledge of Fort Dodge history – Coleman, Gustafson, Bennett, Loomis, Schaupp, Evans, Butler, Stowe, Deveraux, Craig, and Mitchell. Many lived in the area between 4th Avenue South and 5th Avenue North, between 9th Street and 12th Street and came from prominent families, with help at home to give them freedom to join clubs like Ingleside, Nemitz said.
“They were women who wanted to not only better themselves but have a voice in the community,” she said. “Once the club lobbied the city council to establish a visiting nurse, to take care of less fortunate families. It’s always had a goal of self improvement as well as community awareness. The minutes show that Mary Stella Kelleher, the first woman from Fort Dodge to run for Iowa Secretary of State, once brought a ballot to a meeting to show members how to vote, even if some husbands thought that was their job for the family. Our late member Norma Schmoker was the first woman elected to the Fort Dodge School Board.”
Over the years, according to minutes of club meetings shared by Nemitz, members enjoyed books by authors such as Upton Sinclair, W.E.B. Dubois, W. Somerset Maugham, Eugene O’Neill, Agatha Christie, James Joyce, Sinclair Lewis, F. Scott Fitzgerald, Pearl S. Buck, Thomas Wolfe, Thornton Wilder and John Steinbeck.
At one meeting in 1936, the minutes show, a “Mrs. Kurtz” brought a new talking book machine to the meeting. This machine played records with 8,000 words per side. It allowed the blind to listen to books. Webster County possessed one of the machines and was able to request new records, which were delivered by mail free of charge.
In the turmoil of the 1960s, Ingleside members discussed books such as “Who’s Afraid of Virginia Wolfe” and “The Unsinkable Molly Brown.” The top-selling book in 1966 was “Valley of The Dolls.” In 1969, Kurt Vonnegut wrote “Slaughterhouse Five,” an anti-war novel that would become the topic of more than one Ingleside program over the years.
Constantine’s restaurant’s pecan pie was a popular dessert at meetings. Demitra Constantine was a member of Ingleside for many years.
With the 125th anniversary of Ingleside’s founding to be celebrated in October 2026, club members have chosen books from each of the decades of its existence to be read through the 2025-2026 club year.
It started two months ago, in September, when to mark the first decade of the 1900s, member Ann Powers reviewed a book on Peter Pan, “Peter and Wendy,” by James Matthew Barrie. In October, to mark the second decade, member Betsy Kentfield reviewed Agatha Christi’s “The Mysterious Affair at Styles.” In November, member Deb Zemke will review Ray Bradbury’s “Fahrenheit 451.
Jane Gibb, a member for 45 years, said “there is great mutual respect and open-mindedness as far as books chosen for review. In January I will be selecting a book from the 1960s, an era when I was in high school and college. My challenge will be to decide which memorable book to review.”
She’s considering a brief survey of five works by female authors of the 1960s including Rachel Carson’s “Silent Spring,” Harper Lee’s “To Kill a Mockingbird,” , Sylvia Plath’s “The Bell Jar,” Betty Freidan’s “The Feminine Mystique” and Madeleine l’Engle’s “A Wrinkle in Time.”
“Ingleside is special,” Gibb said, “it has a rich history and some remarkable women. Dedicated, bright, caring women - who READ!”
What are the odds that a couple celebrates 60 years of marriage in the same year they both reached 80 years of age?
Infinitesimally slim, to be sure.
Joan and Tom Tibbitts celebrated both milestones earlier this year, but a third milestone number they achieved turns out to be the most important of all for the community of Fort Dodge. That number - 51.
That’s how many years they’ve been residents of the city, raising three daughters and touching hundreds of lives along the way, in particular through their work in health care and in education - and in much volunteering.
Fate may have taken them elsewhere when Tom Tibbitts was working in administrative positions at the University of Iowa Hospital and Clinics in Iowa City, after earning a master’s degree in hospital administration. That’s when a friend in his graduate school program, Gary Edwards, mentioned there was an opening at Trinity Regional Hospital – newly formed with the 1974 merger of Fort Dodge Mercy Hospital and Bethesda General Hospital (formerly Lutheran Hospital).
“I interviewed with Duncan Moore, the CEO of the combined hospitals, and was hired as associate director, with my office at Mercy Hospital,” Tibbitts said.
So in the fall of 1974 Joan and Tom and their three young daughters – Tracy, Jennifer and Jill – moved to Fort Dodge. Their intent was to stay for five years.
“The hospitals had just completed the merger,” he said. “It was a great opportunity. Key to the merger was Maurie Stark, who had the ability to coalesce opposing views. He was constantly helping me make sure the Catholic contingent was respected. The end result was a strong hospital that became a regional medical center.”
Tibbitts’ six-year path to becoming the hospital’s president and CEO, succeeding Moore, started as Trinity’s associate director and then executive vice president. But he left the hospital in 1978, hired by Richard Lindeberg to be executive vice president of First Federal Savings & Loan in Fort Dodge.
“Dick Lindeberg founded First Federal and was a member of the Trinity Hospital board,” Tibbitts said. “He came to me with a great offer, and I was there a little over a year. One thing the experience gave me that ended up giving me a leg up when I came back – I traveled to the smaller communities around Fort Dodge to promote the savings and loan, meeting people in the area, asking what can we do to support you. That carried over to selling Trinity and helping make it a regional presence. And right after I took the job, the CFO was injured in an automobile accident and Dick came to me and said that one of my new responsibilities was interim CFO and that the budget preparation for the next year was mine. I learned a lot about finances in a very short time which helped when I returned to Trinity as the CEO.”
Tibbitts served as president and CEO of Trinity Regional Medical Center from 1980 to 2008 and was president and CEO of Trinity Health Systems, Inc. – which encompassed the medical center, Trimark Physicians Group, Northwoods Living, Trinity Health Foundation and the Berryhill Center for Mental Health - from 1985 to 2010.
In the years before he retired in 2013, Tibbitts served as vice president for systems development for the statewide lowa Health System and held interim president/CEO positions for Trinity Regional Health System, Quad Cities, lowa & Illinois, and for Allen Health System of Waterloo.
Tibbitts said the proudest accomplishments of his career are twofold: “First, working WITH employees, board and physicians to build Trinity Medical Center into a statewide recognized ‘regional’ health care center providing quality patient care. And second, working with community leaders to build Fort Dodge into a vibrant community providing regional leadership in economic development, health care and education for northwest, central Iowa.”
Two of today’s leaders of Trinity believe Tibbitts’ service was instrumental in its growth and success.
“Tom served Trinity Regional Medical Center with dedication for 30 years, from 1980 – 2010,” said Leah Glasgo, Market President, UnityPoint Health – Fort Dodge. “As the President and CEO, he transformed our organization into a multispecialty, regional referral center. His innovation and hard work established the foundation for the strong healthcare system Trinity is today. Tom’s contributions continue to shape Trinity and will be felt for generations to come.”
Added Shannon McQuillen, Vice President, Operations, “I was honored to begin my career at UnityPoint Health 20 years ago under Tom’s exceptional leadership. He was a visionary leader, a strategic thinker, and a mentor. I am grateful to him for recruiting me to the Fort Dodge community and for the invaluable opportunity to learn from his example. Tom’s lasting influence on Trinity Regional Medical Center and the Fort Dodge community continues to be deeply felt.”
Tibbitts said one of his best hires was appointing Randy Kuhlman in 1988 as Trinity's director of Marketing, Communications and Business Development, the Community Action Network, Community Health Outreach and the Trinity Health Foundation. “He did an outstanding job of developing a solid donor base for the hospital,” said Tibbitts, who later recommended Kuhlman to be director of what is now the Fort Dodge Community Foundation. The two remain close friends to this day.
Kuhlman said it was a privilege to work with Tibbitts for 21 years: “During his tenure, Tom led the effort to transition and grow the hospital system into a strong and successful regional healthcare organization serving Fort Dodge and a six-county region in North Central Iowa. His leadership was defined by six characteristics: visionary, innovative, professional, trustworthiness, service and compassion.
“Tom was also an influential community leader who was often the first person to be called to help lead an important community initiative. Tom’s love for the Fort Dodge community was reflected in his willingness and ability to address important community issues and lead community betterment projects that were focused on making Fort Dodge an even better place to live. His love of his community is also demonstrated by his ongoing commitment to giving back through his caring and generous philanthropic support for numerous organizations and projects to help make Fort Dodge a special place that we all call home.”
Tibbitts was born March 24, 1945, in New Hampton, and graduated from Lake City High School in 1963. His father Thomas Tibbitts was a grade school principal and his mother Rita Mary was a grade school teacher. Joan Boes was born June 12, 1945, in Carroll to Clarence and Florence Boes and graduated from Glidden High School. Her father was a farmer in the Coon Rapids area and her mother was a seamstress in Carroll.
He was attending Cornell College in Mount Vernon when he met Joan, who was attending Iowa State Teachers College (now the University of Northern Iowa) in Cedar Falls. How they met? “Joan was dating a friend of mine and I dated the friend’s sister,” he replied. They were married July 3, 1965, at Holy Family Catholic Church in Lidderdale, in Carroll County, after their sophomore year and were newlyweds when he began classes at Iowa in the fall. Tibbitts earned a bachelor’s degree in business administration in 1968 and a master’s in hospital administration in 1970. Joan graduated from Buena Vista College in Storm Lake in 1984.
Education and medicine have been the predominant career themes of their three daughters and their families. All three were born in Iowa City and are graduates of Fort Dodge Senior High and the University of Iowa.
Tracy Hartley, married to Bruce Hartley, graduated from Iowa in 1989 and has taught at Fort Dodge Senior High for 30 years. Bruce taught in the Fort Dodge public school system for 32 years and is currently principal at St. Paul Lutheran School in Fort Dodge. They have three children: Thomas, Taylor and Grace. Thomas graduated from Iowa and is teaching in Riverside, Iowa. Taylor will graduate from Iowa in physical therapy in 2025 and Grace will graduate from Iowa in marketing in 2025.
Jennifer Berst Filloon, married to Jon Filloon, graduated from the University of Iowa College of Dentistry; she practices in Cedar Rapids and lives in Iowa City. They have three children: Megan, Matthew and Madeline. Megan graduated from Iowa with a master’s in Health Care Administration and is working at the University of Kansas Hospitals in Kansas City. Matthew graduated from Iowa and works for Farm Bureau in Cedar Rapids. Madeline is currently enrolled in Iowa’s College of Dentistry.
Jill Goodman lives in Iowa City and completed her OB/GYN residency from the Iowa College of Medicine; she practices in Iowa City. She has three children: Joey, Ryan and Eric. Joey graduated from the University of Missouri and works for Hershey in Boston. Ryan is a sophomore at Iowa State University. Eric is a freshman at West High School in Iowa City.
Two of the Tibbitts’ grandchildren are married: Thomas Hartley to Lauren, and Matthew Berst to Isabel, who are expecting the Tibbitts’ first great-grandchild in January 2026.
The Tibbitts have been heavily involved in the community and various service organizations over their 51 years in Fort Dodge. Joan was an elementary school teacher for 20 years, mostly at Butler, and served 15 years as a volunteer for an agency that assists domestic sexual assault victims. They have been members of First Presbyterian Church in Fort Dodge for 50 years.
What kept the Tibbitts’ in Fort Dodge and led Tom to turn down offers to work elsewhere?
“This is a great question that really made me think,” he said. “When we moved to Fort Dodge in 1974, we planned to stay for approximately five years. Joan and I came from small towns in Iowa and thought Fort Dodge would be a nice size community to make friends and become involved in community activities. During this five-year period, I worked with and learned from leaders who had accomplished a major event for Fort Dodge, merging two hospitals, Catholic and Lutheran, to form a new, stronger institution, Trinity Medical Center. Leaders like O.M. and Julie Olson, Maurice Stark, Art Johnson, John Murray, D.A. Peterson, Dick Lindeberg, Tom and Norma Schmoker, and Walt Stevens were just a few names who built the foundation for a strong future.
“Joan and I agreed that we were in a neat community where we could raise our three girls and be involved in the community, so we decided to stay.
“Fort Dodge to me is kind of a crown jewel of this size community in the state of Iowa. In my work over the years with community leaders, we kind of adopted the Nike slogan - ‘Just Do It!’.”
Among their goals for the rest of their years are to enjoy family and friends, travel (revisiting Italy and visits to England and the northeast United States on their bucket list) and continue to financially give back to Fort Dodge.
Working with the Fort Dodge Community Foundation, the Tibbitts’ goal, Tom said, “is giving back. Our goal is that by the time we die, we will have given a million dollars back. We’re just about halfway there.”
And the secret to reaching 60 years of marriage and 80 years of life?
Tibbitts said: “Joan and I both agree on this: Focusing on Faith, Family and Friends while staying active, both mentally and physically.”
By PAUL STEVENS
For nearly four decades, Randy Kuhlman has been known and admired by many for his tireless and passionate work on behalf of the Fort Dodge community. But there are some things even his closest friends may not know about Kuhlman, CEO of the Fort Dodge Community Foundation and the United Way of Greater Fort Dodge and before that, head of development for Trinity Regional Medical Center.
To wit, he… …is a Humboldt native and was a star athlete at Humboldt High School whose father, A.F. “Whitey” Kuhlman, is a member of the Iowa Football Coaches Hall of Fame; …met his wife of 47 years, Roxanne, while both were “shagging the drag” on Central Avenue, she the daughter of Mickey Castagnoli who owned a popular southeast Fort Dodge restaurant called Taco Towne and the niece of Abe Castagnoli, who ran the Chesterfield Bar right next door; …was a Midwest All-Conference basketball player at Cornell College in Mount Vernon and conference champion in the pole vault, and was named an NCAA Academic All-American;
…coached men’s basketball at Coe College part-time while working on his master’s at the University of Iowa and then served as full-time assistant men’s basketball coach at Western Illinois University in McComb for six years.
…with Roxanne coached their son Joe and daughter Kristin in youth basketball in their pre-high school years. The boys team Randy coached from fifth through eighth grades was the nucleus of the St. Edmond High School team that won the school’s first and only state basketball championship in 2000. His involvement in sports from an early age had a big impact on his career, Kuhlman said.
“Being significantly engaged in sports for a big part of my life helped me develop important characteristics that are applied to my work and my personal life such as leadership skills, work ethic, pursuing your goals and your work with a 100 percent effort, and realizing that there will be ups and downs and how you bounce back from the downs will determine your long-term success,” he said.
“Also, many sports are team sports, and it requires being able to be a good and strong teammate and appreciate the others on your team. This is also true in my work life. Success is often dependent on how well you work with others that are on your team, i.e. board members, partners and employees.
“I feel very fortunate to be able to work with so many people who truly care about their community of Fort Dodge and want to help it prosper and thrive. These people truly care about helping the less fortunate and also helping advance projects and programs that improve the quality of life and make Fort Dodge and Webster County a special place.”
The Fort Dodge Community Foundation is an independent 501(c) (3) public charity that enables those with philanthropic interests to develop lasting legacies through funds that support causes, projects, programs and organizations in their community.
When Kuhlman took over as CEO in 2009, it had assets of $700,000 with a dozen funds that included the United Way. It was located in an office in the Snell Building and had old computers that were not networked together. It later moved into quarters at 24 N. Ninth St. where it shares space with the Greater Fort Dodge Growth Alliance, Visit Fort Dodge and Main Street Fort Dodge.
Today, the foundation has assets of $23.5 million and manages about 150 funds. It is operated by a board of directors of 16 community leaders that meets monthly and is chaired by Kraig Barber, market president of First State Bank.
In 2024, Fort Dodge Community Foundation and United Way grants were made to more than 70 projects, programs and organizations totaling more than $1.9 million.
United Way of Greater Fort Dodge promotes charitable donations to help support underprivileged youth, families and senior citizens who struggle to meet their basic living needs for housing, food, clothing, personal hygiene needs, transportation and medical care. It merged with the Community Foundation in 2007 in a model that was the first of its kind in the nation, offering the community and region a “one-stop-shop,” for community based charitable giving. Its focus is on helping those in desperate situations such as homelessness or unstable housing or lacking other basic living needs. And its top priority is helping youth, many of whom are living in poverty-stricken households.
“United Way believes that the best measurement of a successful community is how it invests in the well-being of its youth,” Kuhlman said. “Our youth are 20 percent of our population and 100percent of our future.”
Debra Johnson, a co-owner of Fort Dodge Dodge Ford Lincoln Toyota, was on the foundation board when Kuhlman was hired and continues to serve on the board.
“When the United Way and Community Foundation were struggling,” she said, “he came aboard as our executive director, got the financials in shape, and has grown it into the respected organization it is today.
“Randy served on the international United Way task force and constantly advocates for small-community United Ways. He has also been tapped to help other communities merge their United Way with their Community Foundation; Fort Dodge was the first in the nation.
“Through many personal struggles, Randy continues to serve the organization and his community, never taking time off or even mentioning his own concerns.
Randy has the most compassionate heart, always working to help the most vulnerable. It was Randy who set up meetings in other communities so we could model a Meals on Wheels program that works for Fort Dodge.
“He is a man who wears many hats, all of them geared toward his fellow man. Now you know why I admire him so much.”
Kuhlman was born in Des Moines to Betty and Whitey Kuhlman. His dad was football coach and a high school teacher in Osceola until the family – which included Randy and his brothers Rick and Kevin - moved to Humboldt in 1957. Whitey was head football and track coach at Humboldt High School and later – when his sons competed in sports – was athletic director and assistant principal. He died in 2014 at 92.
Rick Kuhlman, of Fort Dodge, was a longtime teacher, coach and administrator in the Fort Dodge Community School District; he retired in 2008 as principal of Fort Dodge Senior High. Kevin Kuhlman, of West Des Moines, is a retired business development manager.
The three Kuhlman brothers were active in sports at Humboldt High School.
Randy’s forte was the pole vault - he won the North Central Conference competition with a 13 feet, 3 inch vault and finished second in the state tournament. Kuhlman played basketball and was a pole vaulter at Cornell.
The summer of 1972 was a landmark in Kuhlman’s life. That summer after his freshman year at Cornell, Kuhlman and a Humboldt friend drove to Fort Dodge one Saturday night to “shag the drag,” a popular pastime back in the day when teens cruised Central Avenue to see and be seen. Roxanne Castagnoli, who was to be a senior at FDSH that fall, also was cruising Central with a friend.
“We saw these two cute girls and they pulled over near the City Square. I walked over to the passenger’s side and met Roxanne,” Kuhlman said. “We dated from then on after that summer.”
Roxanne graduated from FDSH in 1973 and attended the University of Iowa where she earned a degree in education.
Her dad taught her to golf at the age of 10. She was on the high school golf team and today is one of the top golfers in the city, winner of 10 city tournaments.
When Kuhlman graduated from Cornell in 1974 with a bachelor’s degree in political science, he moved to Iowa City to earn a master’s in Administration of Higher Education at the University of
Iowa, which he attained in 1976. While there, he worked part-time as assistant basketball coach at nearby Coe College.
His first job out of Iowa was as assistant men’s basketball coach at Western Illinois University, a smaller Division I school; he held that position for six years. Roxanne and Randy, who were married in 1978, were living in McComb with their newborn son when they decided that a job that took him away from home recruiting and scouting for more than half the year was not conducive to family life.
The Kuhlman’s returned to Iowa City when he joined Hansen Lind Meyer, an engineering and architectural firm, as corporate director of human resources and were there for several years before they moved to Fort Dodge in 1985 when Joe Peed, president of Heartland Communications, offered him a job as vice president for human resources.
In 1988 Kuhlman was hired by Tom Tibbitts, CEO of Trinity Regional Medical Center, whom he first met playing pickup basketball at the YMCA (“He was much better than I was,” Tibbitts said.)
“I hired Randy as a member of our senior administrative staff and foundation director after I became CEO in 1980 and he did an outstanding job of developing a solid donor base for the hospital,” Tibbitts said. “In addition, he led our Community Action Network effort, a program our Trinity Health System board engaged in to better develop relationships with the Fort Dodge community. It was during this effort that Randy’s leadership really shined. He had an incredible grasp of what our community needed to improve our overall health and lifestyle, beyond just physical health.”
Tibbitts said that when he learned the United Way and Community Foundation were looking for new leadership, he and the Health Systems board recommended Kuhlman as “the perfect candidate for their organization…He was selected as the new director and the rest is history as he has created an organization that is recognized statewide and has brought enormous benefit to our community.”
Among Kuhlman’s proudest accomplishments were serving as chairperson of the 2004 City Charter Review Commission that led the effort to change the local form of city government from a strong mayor structure to a city manager structure; chaired the planning that landed a large federal grant to develop a new Community Health Center in Fort Dodge, and chaired a community coalition that coordinated the All-America City Award application and process. Fort Dodge was selected as an All-America City Award winner in 2001 by the National Civic League.
Fort Dodge Mayor Matt Bemrich lauds Kuhlman’s contributions: “Working with Randy over the years, I would say his passion for the community is something not matched and is truly the driving force of his organization. His compassion for others and efforts to find help when others have not been able to is amazing. I recall one of his many times at the podium speaking about a project to help a young woman and his emotions caught him and you could see how much he cares about others.”
Amy Kersten Bruno, who worked as program director for the Community Foundation from 2013 to 2021 after serving as Fort Dodge Chamber of Commerce director for four years, said that “when I think of Randy, first and foremost I think of his integrity and his love for his family. He is such a loyal friend, always willing to step in when help is needed - for his friends and for the disadvantaged in the community. Randy has been involved in just about every single project in Fort Dodge for many decades, always helping to guide the progress, be ‘at the table’ and put in the time, effort and follow through to see things to completion.”
The recipients of that “love of family” by Roxanne and Randy were their son Joe and daughter Kristin.
Joe Kuhlman, a graduate of Buena Vista University, is operations manager for the Community Foundation and United Way which he joined after working at Iowa Central in student services. In his St. Edmond days, he started his junior and senior years as a small forward for the Gaels, who won the Class 2A state championship and recently celebrated the 25th anniversary of their title.
An angel floated into the lives of the Kuhlmans in March 1993 when a baby girl they named Kristin Leon joined their family, adopted from South Korea through Holt International Children’s Services at six months of age. She was united with them in a joyous celebration at Des Moines International Airport. In her 24 years on earth, cut short by a rare illness, she touched many lives.
She played basketball and tennis at FDSH and graduated with honors, earned a nursing degree at Iowa Central Community College and had started work as a registered nurse at Mercy Hospital in Cedar Rapids when her condition worsened. In her courageous battle to live, her brother donated half of his liver. But she died June 1, 2017.
“She was a true blessing in our lives,” Kuhlman said. “She hardly ever complained, in spite of everything she had to go through and put up with. She was a real trooper. Joe was a great older brother to her.”
Tibbitts – who Kuhlman considers his “mentor” - has a favorite story involving Roxanne and her golfing abilities:
“Randy loved golf and I went to him during his first year as a member of our senior staff and foundation director and asked if he would serve as captain of Trinity’s team in the annual Chamber of Commerce golf outing, with one caveat: that he convince his wife, Roxanne (one of Fort Dodge best-ever female golfers), to be a member of Trinity’s team. He achieved that caveat and Trinity’s team won the outing. We all kidded that it was a “Kuhlman” victory!”
It has been 35 years since you could say, “There’s a Dr. Kersten in the house.”
Back in 1990, Dr. Herb Kersten retired from Fort Dodge’s Kersten Clinic, which was formed by him and his two brothers, Paul and John, and their father, E.M. Kersten. His retirement ended 74 years of medical care from the Kersten doctors to the people of Fort Dodge.
But while those four founders of the multi-practice clinic are now deceased, the Kersten name is very much alive in the form of 18 members of the third Kersten generation – four of whom live in Fort Dodge and the others scattered through the United States and even in Hong Kong. Not to mention 54 of their grandchildren and 69 of their great grandchildren.
There is among them one “doctor in the house” – Dr. Bob Kersten, an opthamologist who practices in Salt Lake City. And there are five attorneys among them, following in the footsteps of Paul and John’s brother Don.
Through thick and thin, theirs has been and is a closeknit family, as illustrated by how its members reacted when three of the cousins encountered tragedies.
Amy Kersten Bruno, daughter of Dr. Paul Kersten and his wife Nick, explains:
“I think what strikes me the most is how every single cousin is available for any of the other cousins in need. I remember when my husband, Mike, was injured in tornado in South Bend, Indiana, and ultimately, died (in 2001) from his injuries. Every single cousin asked how they could help – my brothers and sister came to be with my kids and me, Bob Kersten and his family came to be with us and help navigate the new course we were finding ourselves in, other cousins visited us in the hospital – Kathleen Kersten Roethler sent me cards almost every single week for a number of years, just so i knew she was thinking of us and was ‘in our corner’. i still had five children to raise – It was such a source of strength for all of us to keep moving forward. I knew, without a doubt, that if we needed anything, that they would all help us. It was such a safe and comforting feeling.
“This was also apparent when our cousin Margo (daughter of Frances Anne Kersten and her husband Bill Wolf) suffered the horrendous 4th of July Parade mass shooting in Highland Park, Illinois, in 2022. She lost her son Kevin and his wife (who left a 2-year-old son whose life was saved by his father covering him). Margo was also shot. Our cousins rallied from the minute we heard the news. The difficult new world she and her grandson are now navigating was foreign and almost impossible. The cousins came to Margo’s side, talked with her, are helping her as she figures out her new reality, and basically, just being kind constants in her life. And Margo is quite amazing – so strong and steadfast – what a thing to have to even happen to you. Just awful beyond words.
“The bottom line is that I think we all believe that at any time, in any situation, we could call each other for advice, for support, as sounding boards – and each cousin would do their absolute best to help. It’s pretty special.”
These thoughts are echoed by Kathy Kersten Roethler of Emmetsburg, recalling when her husband Bob Roethler suffered a brain aneurysm followed by a stroke. His long career as a wrestling coach included coaching at St. Edmond High School from 1967 to 1972; he is a member of the Iowa Wrestling Hall of Fame and the National Wrestling Hall of Fame.
“The Kersten family has always been a very tight knit group,” she said. “And when there is a tragedy we all come together. In 1978, my husband, Bob Roethler, suffered a brain aneurysm followed by a stroke. He was in Rochester for 3 1/2 months. Since my parents were overseas in the Holy Land, the aunts and uncles rallied. My Aunt Jeanne went to Rochester with me. My sister, Marylee, and my aunt and uncle, Cece and Herb, took care of my son, Robert, who was 2 1/2 at the time. Robert also spent time with my Aunt Merope and Uncle Don. While in Rochester, Bob had many family members visit. When Bob went to rehab, I stayed in Fort Dodge with my parents. During Bob’s stay in Rochester, and after, it was like circling the wagons around Bob. He was never a victim and the family supported his ‘never give up’ attitude until the day he died (in 2015). Family is everything!”
The Kersten name has been a prominent part of Fort Dodge history since Dr. E.M. Kersten, son of an immigrant pioneer doctor from Wisconsin, moved to the city in 1916 to join Dr. F.E. Seymour in a medical practice.
E.M. and his wife Anne gave birth to five children, born at Lutheran Hospital which he helped form in 1932 and is now known as UnityPoint Health – Trinity Regional Medical Center.
The five – Paul, Herb, John, Don and Frances Anne – brought 19 children into the world, and today they range in age from 75 years old (Kathleen Kersten Roethler) to 59 (Margie Kersten): Children of Dr. Paul and Nick Kersten, Paul Kersten, deceased, an Army veteran who served in the Vietnam War and later was a professional pilot and outdoorsman who loved to fish and hunt. The oldest of the 19, he died of stroke in 2013.
Kathleen Kersten Roethler, Emmetsburg: Office manager for Smarts Broadcast Systems of Emmetsburg for 40 years.
Tom Kersten, Hong Kong: Businessman and real estate investor.
Marylee Kersten, Omaha: youth services support coordinator, Boys Town.
Children of Dr. Herb and Cece Kersten
Amy Kersten Bruno, Highland Park, Ill.: Small Business Owner/Entrepreneur. Has served as director of community development for Fort Dodge Community Foundation and United Way and as executive director of Fort Dodge Area Chamber of Commerce.
Ernie Kersten, Fort Dodge: attorney.
Joanne Kersten Hudson, Winnetka, Ill.: Residential Real Estate. Former co-owner of The Hudson Company which she and her husband sold to COMPASS in 2018. Twin to Jim Kersten.
Jim Kersten, Fort Dodge: Vice President, External Relations and Government Affairs, Iowa Central Community College. President, Golden Dome Strategies, LLC, a consulting company. Former state senator. Twin to Joanne Kersten.
Children of Dr. John and Jeanne Kersten Dr. Bob Kersten, Salt Lake City: MD Ophthalmologist. Practiced in Saudi Arabia, Cincinnati, San Francisco and now Salt Lake City. Oculoplastic surgeon and professor at the University of Utah Medical School.
Kathy Kersten, Minneapolis: Attorney. Senior Policy Fellow at Center of the American Experiment, a state-based public policy institution, Former columnist for the Star Tribune newspaper.
Monty Kersten, Los Gatos, Calif.: Attorney and high-tech entrepreneur.
Terry Kersten, Los Altos, Calif.: Consumer marketing at tech companies including Apple, Intuit, Adobe, and, most recently, LinkedIn. Now teaches courses on leadership and serves as a leadership coach in her company “Lead By Values.”
Carol Kersten, Palo Alto, Calif.: Attorney. Does planned-giving fundraising for medical research at Stanford University, working with donors who want to include medical research in their estate plans and assisting with outright gifts as well.
Laurie Kersten, Nanaimo, British Columbia: Worked as a qualitative marketing researcher and ideation (brainstorming) facilitator, first at advertising agencies, then at a company called “Ideas To Go”, and then as a freelance moderator.
Children of Don and Merope Kersten
Anne Kersten, Fort Dodge: Editor of Fort Dodge Today magazine. Founded Twist and Shout magazine and online site (with Dave Haldin) and served as editor for 20 years.
Mary Kersten Crandall, Cedar Rapids: Taught high school students in Cedar Rapids with behavior disabilities for eight years and then students with learning disabilities, and finished her career as a Special Ed Consultant.
Steve Kersten, Fort Dodge: Attorney who practiced law for 41 years until retiring. Serves as Magistrate Judge for Webster County.
Margie Kersten, Woodstock, Ill.: Associate Director/Learning Consultant at Ernst & Young. Has been working in Learning & Development (corporate training) for her entire career and has been at Ernst & Young for the past 21 years. Also teaches part-time at the local community college.
Daughter of Bill and Frances Anne Kersten Wolf
Margo (Wolf) McCarthy, Vernon Hills, Ill.: Retired from many years as a commercial insurance broker. Only one of the “original 19” first cousins not to live or grow up in Fort Dodge.
Most of the Kersten cousins attended Fort Dodge Senior High. Three of Don Kersten’s older children – Anne, Mary and Steve – went to St. Edmond High School and his youngest, Margie, started there but later transferred to FDSH.
“Back in those days” Joanne Kersten Hudson recalled, “the students who were in your home room in junior high and high school were determined by alphabetical order of last name, so I was in the same home room with my twin brother Jim and cousin Laurie for 6 years. It was a nice way to start each day.”
Kathy Kersten said it was only after leaving Fort Dodge that “I came to realize what a fine education I had received in the Fort Dodge public schools. I owe my writing career–as a columnist at the Minneapolis Star Tribune and a policy analyst at Center of the American Experiment–to outstanding English teachers like Esther Jones at North Junior High and Judy Duncan at Fort Dodge High.”
What was it like to grow up a Kersten in Fort Dodge?
Terry Kersten responded, “Whether you were walking through downtown or out at the shopping center, you’d often meet someone who’d ask, ‘Are you a Kersten?’ given the similarity in family looks. People would then ask which family you belonged to: Was it Dr John or Dr Paul? While I was working at K-Mart in high school, someone recognized me as a Kersten and said how much he appreciated Grandfather Ernie making house calls when babies were due and remembered paying for medical services with a chicken pot pie during the Depression. It was wonderful to feel part of such a close and connected family and I am grateful that we cousins continue getting together regularly.”
Laurie Kersten: “For me, being a Kersten in Fort Dodge meant that I had so many siblings and cousins to connect with throughout my childhood and beyond. It has been such a feeling of support!”
And favorite memories of those growing-up years?
Mary Kersten Crandall: “Dancing at the Playmor every weekend, going into the record shop on Central and getting into those little booths to listen to 45s, sliding in Crawford Park, riding my bike all over town, to name just a few.”
Margie Kersten: “Spending time playing outside with neighborhood kids. We spent a lot of time in Crawford Park. It was the era of ‘come home when the street lights turn on.’
Amy Kersten Bruno: “I think the best part was that it was such a true Americana. It had a Norman Rockwell and an ‘Our Town’ feeling. That everything mattered but that we just didn’t make a big deal about things. One of my favorite memories of living in Fort Dodge was how we could walk all over town, ride our bikes anywhere and everywhere, and we were safe. And – that we had the freedom to do so.”
Joanne Kersten Hudson: “Some of my earliest and favorite childhood memories were at my family home. My dad built a backstop and a baseball diamond with bases in our yard and would pitch to us after dinner at dinner. When we were very little there was a fair amount of ‘Strike two and one half’ then ‘Strike two and two thirds’ until we were able to make contact. The first time our neighbor, Richard Loomis, made contact with the ball he dropped the bat, ran to first and then continued straight ahead to his home yelling, ‘Mom! I hit it! I hit it!’. My dad loved telling that story.”
Jim Kersten: “Having a safe community, great education, very good friends, and family. Favorite family memories include celebrating Thanksgiving and Christmas together, playing fun games with the uncles and being able to help our dad at his farm during the weekends and summers. And, of course, watching U of Iowa and Notre Dame football games! It has also been rewarding to help Fort Dodge, Iowa Central and Iowa grow and create good-paying skilled jobs.”
Carol Kersten: “At the annual Thanksgiving gathering (that we John Kerstens hosted most years) my dad would offer words of thanks for all of us before the meal. Key in his remarks was to remember that our great good fortune to be born in the US instead of, e.g., a developing country, was not because of our merit, but because of chance and luck. In essence, although I don’t think he used these words: there but for the grace of God go I. This has helped shape my view of refugees and immigration.”
Margo (Wolf) McCarthy: “I was the only one of the ‘Original 19’ first cousins not to live or grow up in Fort Dodge. But we did visit often, and as an only child, it was always so amazing to have cousin/playmates across the street and down the block, as well as within walking and biking distance. Looking back, now as a grandmother living in the suburban Chicago area, I’m struck by the simplicity, ease and freedom of growing up in that small town in the 50s and 60s, where we walked, ran and biked everywhere.”
It was like doing nine RAGBRAIs back-to-back.
That’s how Alan Hutchison described his just-competed 59-day, 3,100-mile bicycle adventure across eight states that began March 6 in San Diego, Calif., when he dipped the rear tire of his bike in the Pacific Ocean and ended May 2 in St. Augustine, Fla., when he dipped the front tire in the Atlantic.
“I honestly didn’t know what I was getting into,” said Hutchison, a Fort Dodge native. “I had done day rides, weekend rides, riding across the state in RAGBRAI (Register’s Annual Great Bike Ride Across Iowa). This was like doing nine RAGBRAIs back-to-back.”
Hutchison, at 70 the third oldest of a group of 15 who made the journey, is a 1970 graduate of Fort Dodge Senior High and a 1972 graduate of Iowa Central Community College whose father, Jim Hutchison, once served as president of First Federal Savings and Loan of Fort Dodge.
He is retiring at the end of May as a professor of English at Des Moines Area Community College after a 35-year career in education – teaching in the classroom as well as online and virtual classes. He and his wife Denise Mernka, a FDSH classmate, live in Des Moines. They celebrate their 50th wedding anniversary in August.
Hutchison has religiously logged each day of the journey with text and photos in a blog titled “A Journey Both Ways” – which can be found at: https://www.ajhutchison.com/blog. In the opening of his blog, Hutchison quotes these lines from a Navajo wind chant taken from “Blue Highways” by William Least Heat-Moon: “"Remember what you have seen, because everything forgotten returns to the circling winds."
“I call it the tyranny of miles,” he said in describing the unique qualities of a cross-country ride. “You’ve got to hit your miles – 50 to 80 in a day. You get kind of tunnel vision, because that’s your goal, what you do. It’s when you stop – in the hole in the wall cafes, people you meet, we met a lot of bikers solo or in groups – the places and people are what made it interesting.
“There’s the weather, wind, rain. It’s one of those things you say is fun, not like a roller coaster kind of fun, but having done it. When you’re on your bike, you spend much time thinking, finding out about yourself. It is a mental thing as well as physical thing. It would be easy to give up but you don’t. You’ve got to dig deep and sometimes tell yourself, you’ve got to go on.”
Hutchison was the only Iowan in the group, comprised of men and women who hailed from all over the country – New York State, Indiana, Washington, Georgia, Florida, California and Massachusetts. A nonprofit, Adventure Cycling, organized and operated the trip.
“A friend of mine I cycle with a lot, we kicked around the idea of maybe taking time off for several months for a self-contained trip where we would work our way back to Iowa,” he said. “I took a professional leave from DMACC.”
Hours upon hours of preparation preceded the trip. Up until then, his longest rides were on RAGBRAI – his first cross-Iowa trip in 1976. Hutchison bought a smart trainer equipped with a computer program, put his bike up on the trainer and programmed it to simulate the various conditions he would face. He trained through the summer of 2022, up to four hours a day, and took progressively longer and longer rides.
“Since I was a kid growing up in Fort Dodge and Spirit Lake, I was always on a bicycle,” Hutchison said. “Denise and I really learned how to ride bicycles on our first RAGBRAI.”
Hutchison was a year old when his family moved from Kansas to Fort Dodge, then moved to Spirit Lake when he was in sixth grade and returned to Fort Dodge when he was in 10th grade.
Denise and Alan began dating in their sophomore year at Iowa Central and continued at the University of Northern Iowa. Denise is the daughter of James and Beverly Mernka of Otho and Alan’s parents were Jim and Jean Hutchison. All are deceased. He has two sisters, Diane Bock of The Villages, Fla., and Julee Bernard of Cedar Falls, and a brother, Gregg of Lawrence, Kan. Alan and Denise have two daughters – Adrienne Hutchison (and her husband Michael Gugliotti) of Baltimore and Natalie (and her husband Ryan Duff and their son Bruce, 2) of Vancouver, Wash.
His first paying job after graduation was with a savings and loan in Rock Rapids, Iowa. He and Denise would ride their bikes to George, Iowa, 15 miles away, but said he “didn’t have a clear idea that biking would become such a passion” until their first RAGBRAI. He was transferred to Des Moines in 1976. The family moved to the Beaverdale area and in 1988 he was hired at DMACC. A few years later, Hutchison began commuting by bike 25 miles round trip from home to the community college main campus in Ankeny. Hutchison earned his master’s and doctorate degrees at Drake University.
Hutchison’s cross-country ride was on a southern tier route that took him through eight states – California, Arizona, New Mexico, Texas, Louisiana, Mississippi, Alabama and Florida. The group mostly skirted major cities, although they rode through metropolitan Phoenix on a bike trail, spent a night in Austin and on a rest day got into New Orleans. They rode alongside interstates in Arizona, New Mexico and Texas but mostly stayed on secondary highways, beginning each day by sunrise and ending the day by midafternoon.
The group was treated to a delightful glimpse of America.
“The high point for me was a little side trip we took to Mamu, Louisiana,” he said. “It’s the home of Cajun music. We went to a little place called Fred’s Lounge on a Saturday morning. Dancing, live Cajun music, great food. It was absolutely the funnest thing we did on the trip. Louisiana was my favorite state, I loved the food.”
Along the journey, he got three flat tires on his Surly LHT touring bike which he had purchased for the trip.
Hutchison said he thought they would never get out of Texas – which was about 900 miles and two weeks of the total trip to bike through.
His worst day – fighting 30 mph headwinds in a 6,000-foot climb at Tonto Basin in Arizona. That, he said, “was the day that told me I could actually be a rider and complete this trip.”
His retirement plans include more biking, including the 50th annual RAGBRAI July 23-29. Several friends from his cross-country trip plan to join him.
“I made some new friends, probably for a lifetime,” he said.
By PAUL STEVENS
For years the home of Zakeer’s Family Restaurant, the one-story building at 425 Second Avenue South has now fallen silent and soon will be gone.
No more will the laughter and conversations of its loyal Fort Dodge customers fill the restaurant as they gathered for breakfast, lunch – or maybe just stopping in for a cinnamon roll or a piece of homemade pie or a cup of coffee.
“We were the last family-owned diner left in Fort Dodge,” said owner Tommy Zakeer, “a place where you could get a homecooked meal, breakfast served all day, waitresses who came to your table to take your order, homemade pies and pastries.”
Zakeer, 55, whose parents Marie and Bob Zakeer started the restaurant in 1961, closed it last Sunday and has sold the property to a bank next door that plans to turn it into a parking lot. But not before a strong turnout of loyal customers showed up one more time to say farewell.
“We were packed, we had to stop a little early when we ran short of eggs,” Zakeer said. “We were completely full where people had to wait for a table – lots of family groups and of course, the regulars. For me, it was a little bittersweet and a little relief – we’re just been super busy for the past few weeks and there were just three of us left. There were many well-wishers, telling us ‘We’re going to miss you.’”
Normally, his wife Tara said, Tommy would have liked to be out in the restaurant more that day to greet and interact with customers. But with it being a cook short, he had to be on the preparation line.
The decision to close the restaurant - open for business six days a week – 6:30 am to 2 pm Tuesdays through Saturdays and 8 am to 1 pm Sundays - was not easy, but in a way inevitable, Zakeer said.
“I just got tired of looking for help,” he said. “It has been that way since covid. When you’re doing everything yourself, bookwork, shopping, orders for your trucks, everything, it gets overwhelming sometimes. I still plan to find a job, but I don’t want to be the boss. Just get a paycheck and go home.”
Zakeer and Tara plan to move to Hampton, which is her hometown. She now works for Head Start in Fort Dodge. Tommy plans to work in the cafeteria at Hampton-Dumont High School starting this fall. “I thought I would give it a try,” he said.
Back in the early days of the restaurant, “mom and dad had a huge crew when they had their business,” Zakeer said. “When I posted my last payroll, we were down to three employees – Shelly Young, our waitress, and Dave McVicker, our cook, and me.”
When Marie and Bob Zakeer purchased the restaurant from Bob’s aunt Thelma Saigh, it was first called the Country Kitchen. Bob had been an employee of his uncle’s Zakeer’s Appliance and Furniture and Marie was an employee of Iowa Electric. Then Marie helped Elaine and Denny Huss open a restaurant by that name in the Crossroads Mall. When the Country Kitchen chain came to Fort Dodge in early 1976, Tommy Zakeer said, both had to change their names: “We became Zakeers and they became D’Laneys.”
Zakeer’s Kitchen at First Avenue South and South Eighth Street became known for Lebanese dinners and was a popular lunch spot for people who worked downtown. Bob Zakeer managed the dining room, while Marie presided over the kitchen. The two were members of Corpus Christi Catholic Church and for years, Marie hosted a Sunday dinner in the Parish Hall featuring her Swiss steak recipe.
The Zakeers sold the business in 1992 and retired. But they returned to the restaurant seven years later after the new owners unsuccessfully tried to sell it. It was renamed Zakeer’s and Tommy returned from Texas to join them and operate the family business. The restaurant moved to its current location in 2003 after the city government bought the building and demolished it to make room for future development.
Bob Zakeer died in 2015 and Marie died three years later. Both were 91 at the time of their deaths and lived at home until entering hospice shortly before they died. Bob and Marie once served as Grand Marshals of Fort Dodge’s Frontier Days
John Daniel, the owner of Daniel Pharmacy, said he has known the Zakeer family his entire life.
“Marie and Bob worked hard and worked together well,” he said. “Bobby was the goodwill ambassador at their restaurant and he always had a few upbeat, friendly words for everyone. Marie seemed to be the visionary and was a very successful businessperson.
“Marie had unconditional love for her family, friends, and faith. She always gave much more than she received. That was just the way she was. There are many warm memories in the hearts of all the people she touched.
“Tommy became very good at the trade. He was well known for his baked goods, especially his pies!”
Roger Natte, Fort Dodge’s premier historian and retired Iowa Central Community College instructor, dropped by Zakeer’s before it closed to obtain one of the restaurant’s menus to preserve for posterity at the Webster County Historical Society.
“When I came to Fort Dodge, I lived at the Warden Hotel and had my breakfast there a lot,” he recalled. “It was a pretty busy place. Zakeer’s was known for their pies. Their cinnamon rolls were also a hit. The Zakeers did right by me. When my first wife became ill, Marie would always make sure she had soup for me to take home. Who does that? No one does that! It really meant a lot to me. I remember Bob always had a betting pool going when it was World Series time.”
The diner was a popular lunch stop for many Fort Dodge attorneys through the years, recalled Thomas Bice, senior district court judge and longtime Fort Dodge attorney.
“The diner was like a magnet at noontime!” Bice said. “A lot of legal business between lawyers quietly got done over a plate of the ‘daily special’. Marie’s pies were the BEST! And Bob always had a kind word for his guests! The ‘hometown’ atmosphere of this family restaurant will be sorely missed.”
Former Fort Dodge businessman and state senator Daryl Beall recalled that when he managed Furniture World, “some of us would walk a block to Zakeer’s on First Avenue South. They had delicious food, including Lebanese Night. When we were first married, I tried to steal something off Jo Ann’s plate and she poked with her fork. I didn’t do that again. The main thing I remember about Bob and Marie Zakeer is the delicious pies they made.”
Fort Dodge native Mark Mittelstadt called Zakeer’s “a gastronomic gem in Fort Dodge.
“Growing up we lived next to Bob and Marie for a number of years. They had an old white and black gas stove/oven, the kind that didn't have round knobs but the white tear-drop or lever type controls, as I recall. Every so often Marie and her sister would bake a Syrian flat bread. It was almost like a large tortilla and very delicious. You could rip off a piece and eat it wrapped around a piece of marinated lamb or simply eat it warm with butter and sugar or sugar/cinnamon on top. Delicious. Always a treat!”
Tommy Zakeer said he still has the oven “but I never mastered the bread.”
A number of church groups met regularly at Zakeers – the Gideons, St. Paul Lutheran and First Covenant among them. “Marie was active in the Catholic church and she would give pastors and priests free meals,” Tara said.
What will its customers miss the most? A sampling from Zakeers’ Facebook page about the restaurant closing:
Maggie Magennis: Only place with good liver and onions, pie, and hot meatloaf sandwiches. Melody Boitnott-Sorenson: I went this morning and had my last Monte Cristo for breakfast. Nancy Strait: BEST hot beef sandwich and apple pie. Maralyn Schulze: Always great, fresh homemade from scratch food! Kathy Lewis Streit: I love their sticky rolls. I have yet to find a recipe that comes close to theirs.
From John Hale, viewing a photo of Bob and Marie Zakeer on the menu: “Wonderful! They were so young then. A unique, lovely couple. I spent countless noon hours at the front room counter, along with (Messenger editor) Walt Stevens and so many other ‘regulars.’”
And from Christine Johnson Ahrens: “I had her bread but unfortunately, I didn’t get that recipe, have all her others, loved Bob and Marie best people! I’m gonna miss this restaurant, it’s part of me and history of this town!”
Tommy Zakeer said he has been asked often about sharing some of the restaurant’s prize recipes, many of which go back to his parents’ days, but for now is holding them close to the vest.
“Mom had her taco salad dressing, we named it Mama Sauce a long time ago. Her Lebanese salad dressing was unique. We made all our dressings, tartar sauce, shrimp sauce. We may market some of them later on.”
By PAUL STEVENS
To those who knew and worked with Bob Bargman, principal of Fort Dodge Senior High School for 15 years, he was first and foremost a people person.
He was the guy, they would say, who Barbra Streisand might have had in mind when she sang, “People who need people are the luckiest people in the world.”
In the wake of Bargman’s death May 19, two days before his 93rd birthday and nearly 40 years after he left the principal’s position, several of his former FDSH educators who were close to him had these thoughts to share:
Don Miller: “I can’t say loud enough about how much he cared about students and teachers. He was the kind of person to go above and beyond for the students and teachers. For kids who might not have a thing, he’d buy them shoes, coats, he would do anything necessary to get them focused on education. He was always reaching out to help someone.”
Rose Buda-Claussen: “He walked through his precious life with caring, generosity and kindness. His human flaws cannot hide the fact that he was a ‘beautifully interesting’ being.”
Roger Snell: “Bob was truly a unique individual whose basic kindness, decency and good intent carried throughout his whole life. That was who he was and how he lived. It was always a blessing to know and work with him.”
Debra and Don Carlson: From Debra, who Bargman hired as a special education teacher: “Bob had a heart of gold. He was a giving person, and he could always lift you up, even when you were having lousy days. He could light up a room. Everyone was drawn to him. He was a Dodger through and through.”
And from Don, who was assistant principal during Bargman’s tenure at FDSH: “He was an honest man, and fair, and he was always looking after the students. He was willing to do anything for education. I will greatly miss him as a man and as my friend.”
Sheryl Griffith: I remember that he always had his faculty, staff and students’ best interests at heart. A co-worker, Judy Payne, and I made him some very wide ties out of garishly patterned fabric. What a good sport he was to wear them to work. In our defense, that was the style!”
There are stories aplenty of Bargman during the years from 1970 to 1985 when he directed operations at the high school during some challenging years – soaring enrollment from the Baby Boom generation, protests over the U.S. involvement in Vietnam, inequality in women’s sports that Title IX had yet to remedy. Among those stories:
Imagine, your principal dressed as Baby Huey. Said Snell: “One year at homecoming, Bob got hustled into playing the role of the cartoon character Baby Huey in a skit put on by the FDSH administrators. Bob's ‘costume’ for the whole school assembly had him appearing in a huge white diaper (approximately the size of half of a U.S. Army pup tent) and sneakers. Yes, "That's ALL, Folks!!"
Imagine, showing up for a mandatory remedial driving school class on a Saturday morning and learning you were sitting next to your high school principal. Said his daughter Beth Bargman Schnurr: “Dad would always leave quickly after work to go to some school event. He’d drive fast, usually late getting somewhere. After getting too many speeding tickets, he got notice to go to Saturday driving school. And of course, when he showed up that morning, there were high school students there.”
Imagine, living out of your car because of unrest at home and being provided a bed and a meal by your high school principal. Said Beth: “He was very interactive with students. I know he would try to find a job or duty or errand that kids would have to do to keep them busy or occupied so they wouldn’t get in trouble. The basement of our home was set up with extra furniture for kids to come and live, kids in transition, who needed help. We’d share our dinner table with them at times.”
Keith Brown recalled entering his senior year at FDSH in 1970 as student body president. His parents were moving from Fort Dodge to Everly and said that in order to stay for his senior year, living with his older brother, he was required to pay tuition of $100 a month.
“When Mr. Bargman moved to Fort Dodge, he immediately asked me (as Student Body President) to a lunch to discuss student issues,” Brown said. “He was kind and listened honestly to my concerns. He would invite me to his house for dinner with his wife and children several times. He knew I was living in an apartment and understood that my nourishment schedule probably wasn’t the best. Boy, was he right.
“Each month on the first, I would write a check to FD Public Schools for $100. To cover the agreed-upon tuition. He would take me into his office and spend an hour asking how I was doing, how my band was doing and would give the most wonderful pep talks. I was so amazed at his kindness. But the best part was to come.
“Two days before graduation, he called me to his office (over the course of my sophomore and junior years I had been sent home 14 times.) I believe that is a record. So I thought ‘Here we go again!’ He sat me down in his office and pulled out an envelope with my name on it…inside were the (10) checks of $100…He had kept my tuition checks but never cashed them…Such a sweet gesture! The lesson I learned - There ARE good people in this world; if you’re decent and hardworking, one may come to your rescue.”
Faculty and staff were equally important to Bargman, said Buda-Claussen, who was hired by Bargman as guidance counselor at the high school and knew him for more than a half-century.
“Bob went above and beyond for his faculty like planning wonderful Christmas breakfasts executed with beautiful decorations, a sit-down meal, and a gift exchange,” she said. “There was great fun such as a basketball game between faculty and students with female teachers acting as cheerleaders with pom poms and the works. Years after Bob retired from Senior High School and had moved away from Fort Dodge, he returned and organized a Faculty Alumni Reunion. The response was magnetic, and alumni even traveled from out-of- state for the event. Lifetime faculty friendships were formed because of Bob’s influence.
“Bob had an enviable memory - of people, their names, their stories, places and events - that remained intact through his lifetime. He graced his wife and their children with immeasurable love and respect. He revered food and whenever he traveled, he would say, ‘We have to stop for pie.’ He loved to work and worked into his 80’s. He was smart, refined, played the piano, and admired the arts. He was a baseball guy.”
Ah yes, his love of pie. Don Miller recalled road trips with Bargman and “his unique way of ordering food – when we’d go to a restaurant, he’d order a hamburger and French fries and tell the server, ‘I’d like to have piece of apple pie with ice cream, and I would like to have it now.’ So while we were eating our burgers and fries, Bob was enjoying his pie and ice cream.”
Robert William Bargman’s story began with his birth May 21, 1931, in Rodman, Iowa, about an hour north of Fort Dodge. He was the oldest of three children of Vic and Viv Bargman who farmed near Rodman. His brother was Jim Bargman, who is deceased, and his sister is Karen Berkeland, of the Omaha area. All three graduated from Rodman High School. The Rodman/West Bend area was where he met Donna Balgeman, to whom he was married for nearly 73 years.
After graduation from Buena Vista University with a degree in education, Bargman joined the U.S. Army and he and Donna moved to Washington, D.C., where he worked in the Surgeon General’s Office. After completing his service, they moved to Akron, Iowa, where he began his teaching career.
Bargman taught in the English department, coached debate and produced school plays. He earned his master’s degree from the University of South Dakota and later served as principal in Akron. Their next move was to West Des Moines where he was hired as a drama teacher at Valley High School, where he produced the first musical at that school. The Bargmans left Iowa for Northern California in 1961 with their two young children, Robb and Beth, and during their 10 years there, he transitioned from teacher to administrator, taking doctorate work at Stanford University.
He learned of the principal’s opening at FDSH, applied and was hired by Dr. Earl Berge, then superintendent of Fort Dodge Community Schools.
Bargman wasted little time in bringing new ideas to the job, as noted in the 1971 Dodger yearbook. They included a “mini-course,” where experts were brought in on Saturdays to speak to any subject students were interested in; cross-age tutoring, involving both the high school and elementary school levels, and a roundtable, founded to give students a chance to talk about problems and get to know the administration better.
“He always liked change,” Beth Schnurr said, “and he liked change in education too. He had some innovative thoughts even in California. Dad liked change in his life. He liked hanging out in the cafeteria with lunch ladies, getting to know kids, not staying in his office.”
Beth and her brother Robb were both students at FDSH while their dad was principal but said they never felt awkward about it. Both were involved in student government. Robb was involved in the drama department and Beth took part in orchestra and choir.
“It felt very natural to be there and knowing he was there,” Beth said. “We had good high school years, were not embarrassed at any time. He would always go to activities we were in, always had teachers at our house eating supper. It was common. I felt people liked him, he was pretty fair to the kids.”
Robb, 67, lives in Des Moines and was involved in retail management, working for Younkers and JCPenney. When he retired five years ago, he joined Nordstrom Rack in a part-time capacity.
Beth, 63, followed her father into the teaching profession. She taught kindergarten and held various positions in the Fort Dodge school district before retiring as a special education teacher for grades K-4 five years ago. She and her husband Jerry Schnurr, a Fort Dodge attorney, have three children: Will, who with his wife Erin Leigh live in Brooklyn, N.Y.; Ellen, who with her husband Tyler Wallingford live in Fort Dodge and have two children, Elsie and Theo; and Ben, who with his wife Lauren live in Fort Dodge and have two children, Kennedy and Wesley.
Ben Schnurr is the third generation of the Bargman family in teaching; he is a health teacher at the Fort Dodge Middle School.
After leaving FDSH after the 1984-85 school year, Bargman worked for A.G. Edwards, the furniture store Interior Expressions in the Trolley Center and at Friendship Haven. He and Donna eventually moved to Phoenix, Arizona, where they established their permanent home for 20 years. There, Bargman took a job as head of concierge with the San Francisco Giants spring training camp as well as working at the ceramics department at Arizona State University. Debra Carlson recalled that when the Dodger marching band took part in the Fiesta Bowl parade in the late 1990s, she spotted Bargman along the parade route: “There was Bob, with tears pouring down his eyes, smiling at the band, and shouting, ‘There’s my school!’”
The Bargmans moved back to Iowa, first living in Des Moines, and then returning to Fort Dodge.
Living at Friendship Haven with his wife Donna for the past three years, Bargman remained engaged in life until its very end.
“On the Friday two days before he passed,” his son Robb said, “he was reading The Messenger when I came into the dining area and he asked, ‘What’s new?’”
By PAUL STEVENS
Matt Bemrich was 3 years old when he met Albert Habhab in the Webster County Courthouse and that encounter left a first impression with the judge and former Fort Dodge mayor that lasted a lifetime.
Back then, the youngster and his mother were visiting his grandmother Evelyn Hood, the county recorder, when Habhab strode into her office on business. He said, “Evelyn, who is this young fella?” to which Matt sprung to his feet, stuck out his hand and said, “I’m Matt Bemrich, nice to meet you.”
His mother and grandmother were stunned by the greeting from a normally shy young man, but not Habhab, who replied, “Well, Evelyn, it seems to me you’re training this one to be governor one day.”
Habhab had an innate ability to look into the future and may have guessed wrong on Bemrich’s future as a governor, but even he could not have predicted that the youngster he met that day would grow up to be elected as mayor of Fort Dodge and would surpass his own record tenure of 14 consecutive years as mayor.
Bemrich, 50, is now serving in his 15th year as mayor — elected by Fort Dodge voters four times to the position (2009, 2013, 2017 and 2021), twice without opposition).
In early February, Bemrich told the story of that long-ago chance meeting during a celebration of life for Habhab at Friendship Haven. Habhab, a decorated World War II veteran, died Jan. 27 at the age of 98 and had served as mayor (1960-1974), district court judge (1975-1988) and Iowa Court of Appeals judge (1988-1997). Another who also spoke at the celebration of Habhab’s life was former Gov. Terry Branstad, who had appointed Habhab to the state appellate court.
“I take somber pride in this achievement,” Bemrich said of his mayoral longevity record. “I would have loved it if he could have been around a little longer. He’s well-recognized, even in my generation, for the impact he made to the city that even today affects my generation and probably the next one. To be in the same office he was, it is humbling, and it makes you feel a lot of pride.
“He was a good mentor. I called him often over the years. He had a way of getting you to the answer without telling you what to do. I at one time took a lot of grief on roundabouts. We talked about it a bit. He had a way of telling you, you know what to do, without really telling you.”
The name Bemrich is a familiar one in Fort Dodge business circles. Bemrich Electric and Telephone was founded 40 years ago this spring, on April 1, 1984, by Matt Bemrich’s grandparents, Jim and Patricia Bemrich, who started the business out of their home in the Savage Addition. It provides electrical construction work to industry, commercial and residential facilities and data communications to small businesses. A celebration of its 40 years in business will be held June 20.
They bought a building at 110 South 21st Street in 1986, after Bemrich’s father Greg had joined the business, followed by Greg’s brother, Jamie. Matt joined them in 1997 while taking classes at Iowa Central Community College and working on the night cleanup crew at Fort Dodge Laboratories and earlier part-time work as a bartender and a short-lived try at selling insurance — “It was not my calling,” he said. Bemrich then completed training at the Iowa Electrical Apprenticeship Training Center in Des Moines, becoming a master electrician.
A fire caused by arson destroyed the building in 2013, but it was rebuilt in the same location. Today, Bemrich Electric has 32 full-time employees. Greg Bemrich retired as president two years ago and was succeeded by son Matt. Matt and Greg’s younger brother Jamie are co-owners; Matt is president and Jamie vice president.
Matt Bemrich is a lifelong resident of Fort Dodge. Born Sept. 8, 1973, he was told by his mother that he was the last baby born at Mercy Hospital before it merged with Lutheran Hospital. Bemrich is the oldest of the four children of Sue (Hood) and Greg Bemrich, who were St, Edmond High School Class of 1973 classmates and have been married 50 years. Matt’s brother Mitchell is national account manager for Implus in Chicago and is married to Rebecca, director of integrated marketing for Coca Cola; sister Jennifer Dutcher is an assistant professor and coordinator of visual arts at Iowa Central and is married to Matt Dutcher, president of Northwest Bank in Fort Dodge, and sister Jessica Smith is married to Ryan Smith, president of Kingsgate Insurance Co. in Fort Dodge; she likes to be known as the COO of their home.
Bemrich and his wife Michelle are St. Edmond graduates, she in 1991 and he a year later. They met in kindergarten at Holy Rosary School. She is industrial pretreatment coordinator for U.S. Water Services. They have three sons: Carter, 25, who works for Vanguard Utility Partners; Jackson, 22, a front-office assistant at Bemrich Electric, and Grant, 21, who operates his own music business. Bemrich got his start in local government by serving on a panel that recommended switching from a strong mayor form of government to the current city manager form. That change was approved by the voters in a 2005 referendum.
David Fierke was appointed the first city manager of Fort Dodge and continues in that position today — his tenure coinciding with that of Bemrich who in November 2005 was elected to a four-year term as an at-large member of the council.
As mayor, Bemrich is the face of the city and reports to its citizens. As city manager, Fierke reports to the City Council.
Bemrich presides over City Council meetings (the council meets on the second and fourth Monday of the month), and he and Fierke and most department heads also attend. “I have a voice, but not a vote,” Bemrich said, although he does have veto power, one he exercised most recently when the council proposed increasing his salary from $15,000 to $17,000.
As city manager, Fierke manages the day-to-day operations of the city and works to facilitate the vision of the council and the mayor. He and Bemrich consult frequently, and Bemrich also is in frequent touch with the police chief since he has emergency powers in such events as tornadoes or flooding.
“I have a lot of fond memories of being mayor,” Bemrich said. “There were many fun events. Multiple Groundhog Days at the zoo, I always liked going to schools to read to the kids. But I don’t want my legacy to be having garbage pickup changed from Tuesdays to Thursdays.
“I am proud of progress made in redeveloping the Crossroads Mall area, of our work out west with the ag park. I’m proud of jobs created, a significantly increased average wage in Webster County. Of helping local industry grow, of being a good advocate of helping businesses grow. Of the expansion of the water plant and creating the stormwater utility. Maybe my biggest legacy — helping change the form of city government.”
The mayor bristles when the image of the city is sometimes portrayed poorly, especially on social media.
“I think it’s an unfair representation of our community,” he said. “Fort Dodge has certainly evolved and changed, but I don’t think all the changes are bad. I think most residents are proud to be living in Fort Dodge, or to be from Fort Dodge. You see it in our change in government, you see it in our sports, in our volunteerism. PICA (Pride in Community Appearance) just broke 50,000 hours in volunteer hours. If we were such a bad place, would people be willing to give 50,000 hours to community service? No. The Dirty Dodge tagline? We’re definitely tough because we can take it. Do we deserve to be known as tough? Yes. But do we deserve the stigma of being dirty? No.”
Bemrich’s mayoral term will continue through the end of 2025. “I pretty much have made it clear that I will retire after 20 years of service to the city — four on the council and 16 as mayor. In our political climate, there are not enough people who are willing to step to the side and let others get involved in serving. This brings a change in ideas and passions.”
Bemrich recently was named to the Friendship Haven board, an addition welcomed by president and CEO Julie Thorson, who said, “I have a great deal of respect for Mayor Matt Bemrich. The word that comes to mind immediately is courage. For years he has put himself out there and made a stand because he believes in Fort Dodge. I admire his tenacity and work ethic. I’m proud to have him serve on the Friendship Haven board. Our residents and leadership team will absolutely benefit from his experience and leadership expertise.”
Bemrich plans to continue on several other boards — among them, Joy of Reading, Iowa National Electrical Contractors Association and Iowa Associated Business and Industry, along with passions of golfing, hunting and fishing. He and his father traveled in their van to South Dakota for a number of years to pheasant hunt.
He will always look back with pride at one accomplishment that involved honoring and preserving the name of his friend and mentor Al Habhab.
Bemrich played a key role in the City Council’s decision to rename the busy bridge on First Avenue South, known for 55 years as Veterans Bridge and built when Habhab was the city’s mayor, in honor of Habhab.
Just months before his death, Habhab was on hand at St. Edmond High School on Nov. 10 when it was announced that the bridge would be renamed to the Albert Habhab Veterans Memorial Bridge. At his side was Mayor Bemrich, that youngster who impressed Habhab when he was 3, as the audience rose to give Habhab a standing ovation. On the following Monday, the City Council unanimously approved the name change.
That event was the last time Bemrich saw Habhab, whose health began to deteriorate in the weeks leading to his death.
“I had planned to go see him with some samples of the bridge design showing the enhancements,” Bemrich said, “but he passed away before we could do that. When I received the call that he passed, I felt like a lot of knowledge had left us and I started to think of the questions I might have asked him if I had a chance to sit with him again. The one certainty I had was that Fort Dodge would forever be better because he gave us his time and talents.”
May 4, 2024 By Paul Stevens
Back in the late 1970s, when 27-year-old Sam Moser and his young family arrived in Fort Dodge after he was hired as an assistant football coach at Fort Dodge Senior High, no one could have guessed the dividends that hire would make for the school and the city — dividends that continue to this day.
Not only did Moser perform to a level that he was inducted into the Iowa High School Football Coaches Association Hall of Fame, but also the members of his family — his wife Sharon, daughters Julie and Jill, son Nik and their spouses — have imparted their own mark in making the city a better place to live.
Ever hear of the parlor game, the Six Degrees of Separation of Kevin Bacon? Well, try this — the Six Degrees of Separation of the Sam Moser Family. While the family doesn’t have the fame of the actor, you’d be hard-pressed to find anyone in the city whose lives they’ve not touched — from its youngest residents to its oldest.
Sam Moser, now 72, impacted thousands of young people and many coaches in his 33 years of coaching, from his first assistant’s position in Aurelia to the conclusion of his head coaching career at Fort Dodge Senior High in 2003.
His wife, Sharon Moser, works part-time at Iowa Central Community College in the student resource center. She earlier served as a para-educator in the Fort Dodge Community School District for 35 years, working in school libraries and with students with behavior disorders. In 2017, she received the Innovative Creator Award by Iowa’s Area Education Agencies, cited for “the creative ways you offered students to stretch their minds in school and engage them in thoughtful, meaningful activities.” She was instrumental in creating an elementary maker space at Feelhaver Elementary School.
Julie Moser Thorson has served for 12 years as president and CEO of Friendship Haven, a nonprofit retirement community with 370 residents and 380 full-time and part-time employees. Her father is most proud of how she guided it through the difficult COVID era. She started out as a part-time social worker after she found that her first career — as a television journalist — was not for her. After working in Topeka, Kan., and Mason City, she returned to Fort Dodge and married Tjeran Thorson, a former Dodger all-state football player and the son of the late Sherwyn Thorson, a star lineman and NCAA heavyweight wrestling champion at the University of Iowa. Tjeran works for Fort Dodge Distributing.
Jill Moser Smith earned a nursing degree and was working at Trinity Regional Hospital as a dialysis nurse when in 2001, she met Ryan Smith, a wrestler at the University of Iowa under Dan Gable from 1990-95, who was in his fourth year of teaching at Fort Madison High School. They met when he was in Fort Dodge for a wrestling camp at Iowa Central Community College.
They married in Fort Dodge and live four hours away, in Fort Madison, where Ryan is a Spanish teacher and just retired after 25 years as head wrestling coach. Jill is a health science teacher at the high school.
Nik Moser and his wife, Katie, lived for a year in the Twin Cities after they were married, he in finance and she in marketing, before returning to Fort Dodge when Nik took a position at Northwest Bank and she joined Trinity Regional Medical Center. Nik had played for his father at FDSH as an all-state defensive back and was a starting safety at Iowa State under Dan McCarney. He started volunteer coaching in 2008 and that eventually led to becoming head football coach at FDSH, where he has completed four seasons.
Nik serves as executive director of the Fort Dodge Community Schools Foundation. Its mission is to help educators and students go above and beyond what district funding allows with grants for professional development, technology and other educational items and looks for perpetual giving funds through estate planning and legacy gifts.
Katie teaches biology at FDSH, and earlier worked with the Fort Dodge Middle School.
Sam and Sharon still live in the home on 9th Avenue North in the Round Prairie neighborhood that they purchased when they came to Fort Dodge with two young girls, Julie, born in Sioux Falls, and Jill, born in Cherokee. Nik was born in Fort Dodge in 1982.
Julie and Nik obviously liked the neighborhood, as they and their families live in homes within a block of their parents.
“They both had opportunities to go other places and do other things,” Moser said, “but I think they’re very happy they live in Fort Dodge.”
Life took Jill away from the city where she grew up, but she talks to her mother daily. “My mom is my best friend,” she said, “an overall amazing woman…I’m a Fort Madison Bloodhound, but there’s still a piece of me with Dodger identity, Dodger Pride.”
“I always liked Fort Dodge,” Sam Moser said. “It’s blue collar, we had tough kids, we played in a good league. Over the years, I looked at a job once in the Quad Cities area but it was the best fit for my family to stay. Fort Dodge just seemed a natural fit for us. Far enough away from home, but close to home, just three hours. It had a lot of things going for it.”
Home to Sam and Sharon Moser had been in far northwest Iowa, where they began dating in their sophomore year at West Lyon High School in Inwood. He grew up on a livestock/crop farm close to the South Dakota border with three brothers and a sister and starred on the football team as a 250-pound defensive lineman. She lived in Larchwood and competed in cheerleading, track and softball.
“He was the football star, I was a cheerleader,” Sharon said. “That’s kind of how I perceive myself now, with my kids and my grandkids. I’m the one on the sidelines cheering them on.”
They were married in 1971, a year after high school graduation, Moser played football at Worthington (Minn.) Junior College and Sioux Falls College (now the University of Sioux Falls), earning All-America honors at both schools. His high school coach, Gary Hoffman, ended up being his college coach his senior year at the Division II school.
“I had a lot of respect for him, and he influenced me in becoming a coach,” Moser said.
Moser’s entry into coaching was at Aurelia High School, where he spent three years as an assistant under Myron Radke, who remains one of his closest friends. His first head coaching position was at Clarion High School, where he coached two years before getting the call from Athletics Director Dutch Huseman to join the Dodger staff in 1979.
The Dodger head coach at the time was Doug Black, who Moser knew at Hampton High School when Moser was at Clarion. Moser was the Dodgers assistant under Black for four years and under Mike Woodley, Black’s successor, for six years before he succeeded Woodley as head coach in 1989. Moser coached track throughout his FDSH tenure.
Moser retired after the 2003 season — his 15th as the Dodger head coach. The team won 57 games during his tenure, ranking third in school history behind Matt Miller (75, from 2004-19) and Forrest Marquis (74 from 1942-54). Fort Dodge qualified for the playoffs four times during Moser’s tenure, and reached the state quarterfinals in 1994. He led the Dodgers to conference championships in 1989 (Big Eight) and ’94 (CIML National).
Moser was 55 years old when he retired from teaching in 2007. He worked in sales for Mid Country Machinery in Fort Dodge for seven years before fully retiring.
When nominated for the 2013 State Coaching Hall of Fame class, Moser gave credit to his former players and assistants, saying, “This certainly isn’t about me. It never has been. I’ve always said through the years that I coached and taught for as long as I did to build relationships and try my best to have a lasting impact on the lives of my (players and students). I hope I can say I did that. I hope the kids and my staff would agree. That’s all I could ask for, looking back now.”
Julie Thorson said that in addition to her father’s influence over kids, “I’m pretty sure there are many coaches out there who would mention dad as a mentor. Including my brother and (former head coach) Matt Miller. But even other coaches from the state over the years I believe they have looked up to dad.
“One thing my dad will often comment on is questioning whether he had a significant impact on his players. I think this ‘questioning’ is what makes him so special. He’s never claimed to have all the answers but always worked hard to bring the best out in everyone he was around including the three of us. He also was a silent champion for so many kids…buying them shoes, gear whatever they may have needed for football. He found great joy in teaching…especially teaching mentally challenged students…he just always had a way with kids.
“Mom is equally humble but also has a tremendous impact on kids…Her love for reading also inspired many kids over the years. She was at both Cooper and Feelhaver and absolutely loved finding the right book for each child. She took great pride in her work and going above and beyond for kids to inspire a love of reading.”
Moser said that what he loved most about coaching was the “day-to-day contact with the kids. Games were fun and important, but I had a lot more fun with actually practicing and being around the kids, without the pressure that comes in a game.”
So it’s no surprise that he still shows up for Dodger practices under Nik, who said, “Dad is at the majority of our practices. He’s around, a coach but not on the staff, he still talks to kids, watching what we do, giving me advice, but from a distance. I don’t think you ever take the coaching out of him. A lot of things I do that my dad did, and a lot of things I do that he didn’t do.
“One of the things that stood out to me is how many relationships he had with people for years and years after playing with him and coaching with him. After learning and being in the family for a while, that’s just what we do, part of being a coach and teacher, do whatever you can for the kids. Do it without anyone knowing. Sometimes that’s kind of the best gratitude you can get.”
In a bit of deja vu, Nik will be coaching his oldest son Sam III when he is a sophomore this coming season at FDSH. He was on the freshman team as a safety last fall.
When Nik was playing at Iowa State, his parents purchased a conversion van so they could more comfortably travel to Cyclone games in Ames and on the road. They have continued that same passion by being there for the activities of their grandchildren. Sam and Sharon also enjoy golf and an annual trip to Arizona for a couple weeks each winter.
It comes as no surprise that sports are a big part of the lives of the eight Moser grandchildren.
Julie and Tjeran’s daughter, Lehr, was an outstanding swimmer at FDSH and Iowa State, and now, at 25, works for a company in Grimes, TAAG Companies, as its director of impact reporting. Their son, Asle, 22, will be starting his fifth year at Iowa State this fall playing football for the Cyclones and earning two degrees.
Jill and Ryan have three children: Teague, a senior who plans to attend Wisconsin-Oshkosh to play football and earn a teaching and coaching degree; Mara, a sophomore who is on the girls’ wrestling team as well as volleyball and track, and Lyla, an eighth grader, who plays volleyball, runs track and is involved in show choir.
Nik and Katie have three boys — Sam III, a freshman at FDSH; Lou, a sixth grader, and Mack, a fifth grader. All three are involved in football, wrestling and track.
Perhaps no one outside the Moser family has a longer history with them than Matt Miller, who was an assistant in football and track during Moser’s entire tenure before succeeding him as head football coach, a position he held for the next 16 years. When Nik and Katie moved to Fort Dodge in 2008, he immediately hired Nik as an assistant — and when Miller retired in 2019, Nik succeeded him as head coach.
“First thing that comes to mind about Sam is a caring leader,” he said. “Sam and Sharon have touched the lives of thousands of kids, caring about what happens in their lives.
“I have known Sam since the early ’70s when he got his first job at Aurelia. He taught seventh grade English and coached high school football and middle school basketball. I was fortunate enough to be on his seventh-grade basketball team. I looked at him as the John Wooden of basketball. Sam and Sharon were good friends with my parents and our relationship grew from there. I know there are so many student-athletes who are now adults who are better people because of the values and compassion they learned from both Sam and Sharon.
“I was lucky enough to get a job with the Fort Dodge school system later in the summer about two weeks before school started. Sam was a big reason I landed in Fort Dodge. Over the next 30-plus years, I was fortunate enough to learn more than X&Os from Sam — a lot of it was how to handle student-athletes with the kind of caring that made everyone who was around him feel good about themselves.”
Outside of sports, Sam and Sharon served as reception hosts when Miller and his wife, Staci, were married. Staci and Matt were hosts when Nik and Katie were married. And this summer, Nik and Katie will serve as hosts when the Millers’ daughter, Tehya, is married to former Dodger wrestler Cayd Lara.
“The families have been close for a long time,” Miller said.
APR 6, 2024
PAUL STEVENS
stevens.spotlight@gmail.com
By PAUL STEVENS
The seeds of Eddie Micus’ love of poetry were sown in a small green house on Second Avenue South in Fort Dodge where he grew up with his four siblings whose mother memorized poems from her own childhood.
But it was two decades into his life and 8,000 miles away, in a jungle in Vietnam, when his poetry developed a soul – but at no small cost to the 23-year-old Army infantryman. He was severely wounded in the abdomen by an enemy’s rounds while saving two fellow soldiers, an act of heroism that earned him the Bronze Star and the Purple Heart.
It was a soul that produced poetry like this, which he titled “M-16 Round”:
Little gymnast, how you spin,
how the flesh applauds
when you tumble in,
ricochet off bone,
you’re a perfect ten.
One blink in an ambushed eye
and you’re already there.
You’re the quiet
in the dead boy’s ear.
Micus’ war poetry was an important part of a legacy remembered by his family, friends and his former colleagues at Minnesota State University, Mankato, who mourn his death Feb. 10 at the age of 80. His former wife, Fort Dodge native Jean Laufersweiler Fortune, said he died of cardiomyopathy. Like most veterans with Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, she said, “the hypervigilance, over-activity of the mind and nervous system, and sleep disorder are so hard on the heart.”
Fortune said he battled PTSD throughout his life but that “his writing kept him alive and his children kept him alive. He learned to cope with depression. When you know you have to take care of your children, you don’t take your life, you continue on. Eddie was writing poetry as long as I knew him. He had a way of looking at everything through different lenses. He would see as I would never see.”
“He did not speak of the war a lot, never bragged about it,” said Holly Dodge, a poet and an adjunct professor in Minnesota State’s English Department and someone Micus mentored early in her career. “I feel it defined his writing. It was a way of unpacking and unraveling things he saw and dealt with. I know the war haunted him. That’s why his poetry is so dynamic. He had a fragile sensibility for the way he wrote about things. He never played a victim of those things, he never wore his tragedies like a badge. When I asked him once where he kept his Purple Heart, he said, ‘I don’t know.'”
His first book, “The Infirmary,” based on his experiences growing up in Fort Dodge and his service in Vietnam, which included the poem “M-16 Round,” was awarded the 2008 Stan and Tom Wick Poetry Prize from Kent State University in Ohio. In the foreword by Stephen Dunn, acclaimed American poet and winner of a Pulitzer Prize, Dunn called it “a rarity, a mature debut, a first book of poems with time-tested virtues” and said Micus’ Vietnam poems “will take their places among the very best war poems.” Micus also wrote a book, “Landing Zones,” a collection of short stories.
Edward Kelly Micus was born Jan. 23, 1944, 20 minutes before his twin brother, Bill. Their sister Maureen Micus Crisick recalled that “when kids teased him about being so much smaller than Bill, Eddie would say, ‘Yes, but I’m older.'”
As a single mother in their home, across from Sacred Heart Catholic Church and since demolished, Ruth Flattery Micus raised five children – Annamarie, twin brothers Ed and Bill, Maureen, and Mary Beth. Four were born in Chicago and Mary Beth was born in Fort Dodge. As a single mother, Ruth supported the family working as a secretary at Fort Dodge Laboratories. Her brother was District Court Judge Edward J. Flattery, who died in 1999.
The parents and grandparents of Ruth Flattery were pioneer farmers in the Fort Dodge area. She attended a two-room country school and was exposed to poetry when her mother Anna (who married Michael Flattery at Sacred Heart Church in 1905) would clip poems published in the Fort Dodge Messenger and put them into a booklet. Ruth was married to Edward Vincent Micus.
Crisick said their mother “was from the old school, the days of recitation. She had memorized those poems — Tennyson, Edgar Allen Poe and others — while on the farm. When she had her own family, she was always reciting those poems from memory. Eddie said we grew up in iambic pentameter. That was my mother’s style. ‘Oh mom,’ we’d say, ‘stop that, we’re on the 40th verse’.”
In a 2014 interview with the Mankato Free Press, Micus said he began writing poetry while a teenager and that his mother would recite poetry as she rolled out pie dough, which helped instill a love of language in her son.
“I can still hear her voice in my head,” he said.
All five Micus children graduated from St. Edmond High School and three of them — Eddie, Bill and Maureen — were graduates of Minnesota State University, Mankato, then called Mankato State University.
Annamarie Duncan lives in Denver, Maureen Micus Crisick and her husband William live in Walnut Creek, California, and Mary Beth Hollenbeck Kelly and her husband Robert live in Ridgway, Colorado. Like her brother, Maureen is a published poet and is also founder of the Moroccan Angels Project that helps further the education of girls in need in that north Africa country.
Eddie’s twin brother Bill died in 2020; he attended Minnesota State on a football scholarship, and it was a football injury that made him ineligible for the military draft.
“When Eddie was in Vietnam,” Maureen said, “Bill would have nightmares of fighting in the trench, being next to his twin brother.”
Recalled Dennis Lawler, who graduated from St. Edmond a year after Bill and Eddie and played football with Bill: “Bill was an excellent football player and, in today’s vernacular, he was ‘cut,’ although I don’t think he ever lifted weights. Eddie was significantly smaller than his twin brother, and he wasn’t a jock. He always had a smirky smile, as though he knew something you didn’t know. Everyone liked Eddie. His eyes twinkled.”
After graduating from St. Edmond in 1962, Micus held a series of jobs before his draft notice arrived and he was inducted into the Army in 1966. He told his sister Maureen at the time, “I’m just as deserving to go as the next guy.”
He got orders for Vietnam and arrived there on Valentine’s Day 1967 as an infantryman in the 12th Cavalry Division. On Nov. 7, 1967, he was point man in a rifle platoon that was dropped by helicopter to help another platoon under fire. He moved through heavy enemy fire to reach and carry to safety two of his wounded comrades. Micus took rifle wounds to his abdomen and suffered numerous shrapnel wounds. He was medevaced to a field hospital and then flown to Japan and later to Fitzsimons Army Medical Center in Denver for surgeries. He was awarded the Bronze Star and Purple Heart for his actions.
Micus married Jean Laufersweiler in 1969 in Maryville, Missouri., where they attended Northwest Missouri State University. Their first date was in 1966 in Chicago, where Jean was attending Mundelein College, a double-date arranged by Jean’s sister Ann and Jim Tornabane (who later married). Micus was drafted a short time later and the two corresponded by letter during his Army service. Jean got word of his injury through his mother.
When his treatment at Fitzsimons Hospital was completed, Micus enrolled at Northwest Missouri State and he and Jean were married there.. He earned a bachelor’s degree in English and she completed her teaching degree. They moved to Minnesota where they both taught classes – Eddie teaching English, Jean teaching art – in the small towns of Storden-Jeffers and New Ulm.
They had three sons: Edward Nathan, who died in a car accident when he was 19, on the day of his father’s and uncle’s birthday; Mark Micus and his wife Judy of Oak Grove, Minnesota., and William F. Micus of Mankato. Ed and Jean divorced in 1980 but, Jean said, “continued to share our children…we still had to co-parent.” They were divorced while teaching in New Ulm and both moved to Mankato to attend Mankato State.
Micus loved to fish, Fortune recalled: “He and I used to fish small farm ponds when we were at Northwest Missouri State. He taught his three sons how to fish. He and his brother Bill fished together. Mostly, people talk about his writing, but he also loved the outdoors.”
His earliest poems were “terrible,” he told the Mankato Free Press. But when he returned from Vietnam, he turned to poetry to help process his feelings. “I felt almost an obligation to write about it,” he said. “I felt that I was luckier than many veterans in terms of dealing with post-war trauma, and I felt obliged to write about it. For me, poetry was the best genre to do that.
“The Vietnam stuff is narrative. I like to think it’s objective. Much of it deals with unpleasant circumstances and unpleasant emotions. It deals with the realities of war. Many people don’t want to re-experience that war. A lot of people don’t care to hear about Vietnam anymore. I can understand their feelings…It’s the damnedest thing. Sometimes I feel I have to write about the war. But on the other hand, there’s a part of me that wants to leave it alone for a while…I try not to write these war poems…I sit down to write a love poem or something lyrical and if the damn thing doesn’t turn into a war poem.”
In 1988 Micus was appointed assistant director for the Center for Academic Success at Minnesota State and worked there about 20 years. He also taught classes for the English department, including composition, creative writing and fiction writing. He earned a master of arts degree in creative writing in 1992.
Richard Robbins, who retired in 2021 after 37 years as a professor of English and creative writing at Minnesota State, first met Micus when Micus took his creative writing class.
“Vietnam was an experience that never left him, an experience that informed much of his writing, Robbins said. “But also poems about Iowa and Minnesota, living in the middle of America and the value of small towns and what he saw in the war.
“His legacy is certainly in the literary world, but on a more personal level he worked at the Center for Academic Success, helping students who needed help in their studies. He was just able to reach some people to get them over hump. He had a great sense of humor. He never forgot the people he left behind in the war, or the people he knew in Iowa and Minnesota.”
Richard Meyer, who was a friend of Micus for 50 years, from the time when both taught in New Ulm, shared these thoughts:
“Eddie faced difficult and hard times in his life, but through it all he maintained his resilience, humor and creative talent. He was a friend to many and a mentor to aspiring writers. He had an engaging sense of humor. His conversation was filled with wit and clever wordplay.
“He wrote powerfully about the human condition — about its sorrows and tragedies, but also about the mystery, love and hope we find in life. He was adept at putting the best words in the best order for artistic and emotional effect. He understood that language is a magical gift. That through the careful and effective use of words we can better understand ourselves, others and the world. His poetry opens us to empathy.”
Fortune said a celebration of Micus’ life will be held at a date and place to be determined.
The photo shows, from left: Veronica and Arthur Christensen, owners of House of Hits, and sister-in-law Kate Christensen in early 1970s.
By PAUL STEVENS
House of Hits. Musicland. Co-Op Tapes and Records. Brownies. Next Door.
If the Baby Boomers among us, or our children or grandchildren, have any vinyl 45s or albums in their possession, it’s likely some of those records may have been purchased at one of those Fort Dodge record stores.
“Record stores in the ’50s, ’60s and ’70s were the Starbucks of their time,” recalled Keith Brown, long a part of the city’s music scene. “It was the gathering place for finding and purchasing new music. It’s where everyone hung out.
“Places like House of Hits allowed you to bring the 45 or album into a tiny booth with a small record player and listen to a bit of the song before purchasing. The smell of vinyl was strong when you entered the store. I still recall that smell to this day.”
Music long has been part of the city’s DNA – the home of the Karl King Municipal Band, garage bands, the Laramar and nationally known artists it attracted, numerous Iowa Rock and Roll Music Association Hall of Famers including Brown and the most recent inductee – Melanie Rosales, studios like West Minst’r Sound that recorded top artists, vibrant high school musicals, musical director Larry Mitchell…and more.
None of the record stores that once attracted generations of Fort Dodgers has survived, but their memories shine brightly.
Six decades removed, vinyl is fresh in the mind of Fort Dodge native Steve Dapper, who recalls the House of Hits listening booths as if only yesterday:
“I was mainly into 45s and could remember the color of the labels,” he said. “A green one was ‘La Bamba,’ flip side ‘Oh Donna’ by Ritchie Valens. Also, had a Ricky Nelson album with him in a yellow sweater. Tragically they both died on plane crashes.”
After the first record players were introduced, recorded music was sold primarily through department stores, electronics stores and mail-order catalogs, but as its popularity grew, dedicated record stores began to emerge. Music came primarily in two formats: one was the 12-inch, 33-rpm record, while the other was the 45-rpm, 7-inch single.
Art and Veronica Christensen opened House of Hits at 1108 Central Ave. and had ready-made help in the form of their 14 children, who all worked there during their high school years, said one of their sons, Terry Christensen of Hinton, near Sioux City.
“In the 1940s and early ’50s, my dad’s business was in jukeboxes, pinball machines, pool tables and other entertainment machines,” he said. “People started buying record players, but no one sold records and so people came to my dad for records. He started with just one counter containing records. He hired my older sister Teresa to sell records and before long she couldn’t keep up with the number of customers and supply of new records. From there the record business grew until he was making more money selling records than his jukebox and entertainment machines were making. He added record players, stereos, TV and radios. At one time there was an article written that he had the largest record store in the state of Iowa.
“He let people listen to the record before they bought it,” he added. “The House of Hits became a high school hangout. He should have started selling hamburgers and milkshakes with the kids listening to records. He had my mom come into the business as a secretary and sales clerk. My dad always said she was the best free help he ever had.”
During the 1960s, Kirk Van Gundy was one of the record store’s best customers.
“When I was 8, I bought my first record from House of Hits,” he said. “It was a 45, ‘Stood Up’ by Ricky Nelson. On the flip side, ‘Waiting in School.'”
He was such a regular customer that he could make special record orders without the normally required deposit. He also bought records at Luke’s variety store and S.S. Kresges.
Today, Van Gundy’s home in Adel is a repository for thousands of records, CDs and cassette tapes, with most of his collection in 45s. Kirk Van Gundy and his brother, Scott, owned Martin’s Flag Co. in Fort Dodge, succeeding their father in 1975 and operating it until they sold the business in 2013. The new owner moved it to Valley Junction. Scott Van Gundy still lives in Fort Dodge.
Speaking of collectors, Fort Dodge native Mark Mittelstadt, now of Tucson, owns an instrument that was the predecessor to vinyl records.
“We inherited an antique Edison Home Phonograph that apparently my grandfather received as payment for repairing someone’s TV or radio in the Fort Dodge area,” he said. “It came with approximately 30 cylinders (most of which by the time we got them had deteriorated, broken, disintegrated) but I’m guessing someone back then could buy them in the Fort Dodge area. Apparently, you can still order cylinders online.”
House of Hits went out of business in the early 1970s and today, the location at 1108 Central Ave. is home to Mary Kay’s Gifts & Home Décor-Merle Norman Cosmetics, operated by Mary Kay Daniel whose father, John, operates Daniel Pharmacy two doors away.
Back in the day, you could buy a 45-rpm record for less than a dollar and an album for $4 to $6, said Paul Dreasler, who worked at Musicland at the Mall and Sound World. Brown said record stores blossomed with many more types of releases and playback formats (cassettes, 8-track tapes, reel to reel tapes) and used records could be a more affordable option to the price of a new release.
“In Fort Dodge by the early ’70s there were several places to buy records,” Dreasler said. “Mall stores like Penneys, Younkers, Sears, Woolworth all sold some 45s and albums. By the mid-70’s we also had Co-Op Tapes and Records. Musicland had the better selection, but we got beat sometimes on price. We had most genres, a good rock section, country, religious, orchestra/vocal groups, classical and jazz. We sold mostly rock. Jazz and classical got a bit dusty.”
Katherine Etzel was an employee of Co-Op Tapes and Records, working for owner Mike Cotant, now deceased. Today she is an artist herself, living in New York City where she is a recording engineer, producer and songwriter who in 2008 launched a band called Bobtown – named after the Fort Dodge neighborhood by that name.
“It was the early ’80s,” she recalled, “and at 18 years old, with my polite manners and Top 40 pedigree, I was seemingly not a good fit for our edgy music hub and head shop, located on First Avenue North near Eighth Street.
“I was a fish out of water when it came to the bongs, one-hits, and feather-adorned roach clips in the display cases, but I was a natural when it came to the records and tapes,” she said. “Customers wandering into the store would find me singing along unabashedly to whatever I was spinning on the turntable at the moment. Little did I know at the time that later music would become my life.
“These were the days before the digital era, and, at least while I worked there, before the trend of featuring every release at listening stations. Instead, Mike would sift through new content on ‘Release Day’–a big day for both staff and customers when new music would arrive–curating albums for us to play in-store. We received a few promotional copies, but Mike would also open artists that he was simply curious about, and he’d graciously accommodate most anyone who asked to hear a record that had not been opened for in-store play, even though the practice likely ate into his profits. Like me, Mike was all about the music.”
Brown said the record stores were a special place for him and fellow musicians.
“There was a huge feeling of satisfaction when you could walk into a record store and either hear your record being played or see it displayed on the wall with maybe a poster of your band,” he said. “It was an achievement that had been realized after long hours of practice, performance and travel.
“If you were lucky enough to have your record played on the radio, your engagements became more financially successful,” he added. “Your crowds would be bigger, and your image promoted as ‘having made it.'”
In the summer of 1970, Dave Hearn was co-manager with Dave Cottrell of Next Door, a music store that was a branch of the head shop Purple Peddler located on Central Avenue. Both were owned by Steve Farr.
“We got to pick the albums we sold,” Hearn said. “We were both song writers and had a rather developed taste in rock music. We didn’t have huge stock but enough to be open. Albums like The James Gang Rides Again (led by Joe Walsh before he joined the Eagles); the Beach Boys’ Surf’s Up. The Pretty Things’ Parachute. These would be called alternative rock today.”
Hearn played keyboard in a band called the Hawks, which signed with Columbia Records, and was inducted into the Iowa Rock and Roll Music Association Hall of Fame. He kept his music passion alive while working as an optician for 32 years for Dr. Jeff Foreman. Retired for five years, the Fort Dodge resident still plays the keyboard and records music – with nine solo albums released.
The ending was cast for record stores with the Internet bringing forth Amazon and iTunes – with their two-day delivery and usually cheaper prices. Many independent record stores went out of business. Large chains like Musicland, Record Town and Camelot closed stores or simply did not renew leases.
Today, Fort Dodge has a Central Avenue music store – Rieman Music, one of six Iowa stores owned by the Des Moines-based company. It is located on a site previously occupied by Mid-Bell Music Co. Its education consultant, Jon Merritt, said the store sells musical instruments – anything band- or orchestra-related to about 30 school districts in northwest Iowa but does not sell records or consumer electronics.
“We sell guitars, sound systems, amplifiers, keyboards, pianos – 95 percent of the pianos we sell are digital, not acoustic,” he said.
Vinyl has made a comeback with vintage record stores popping up in larger cities and some new artists once again releasing their product on a vinyl format. Many of these vintage stores sell both new releases and used records as well.
Zzz Records on Ingersoll Avenue in Des Moines was opened in 2000 by Nate Niceswanger, who has two local ties: he is a native of Somers who graduated from Prairie Valley High School in Gowrie and he is a cousin to the late Gail Niceswanger, longtime speech and drama teacher at Fort Dodge Senior High School for whom its theater is named.
“Ours is an old-fashioned record store, vinyl records – new, used and collectibles – account for 80 percent of our sales,” he said. “Vinyl albumsare very popular. What’s collectible now has changed. When I started out, people were going crazy for Elvis and Buddy Holly and Jerry Lee Lewis but as that crowd got older, it changed – an Elvis album I once sold for $15 now goes for $4. A lot of artists from the ’50s and ’60s used to be very collectible, but have fallen out of favor and now those from the ’70s and ’80s are very big. The biggest surprise to me – I never thought the younger crowd – those in their 30s and 20s and even junior high – would be interested in records. But they’re buying record players and vinyl.”
Record stores in cities the size of Des Moines have a much greater chance of survival, he said. “I’m in an area of a half million people. But I get people coming here from all over the area. Record buyers are a very dedicated group. They’re not afraid to travel.”
Keith Brown believes there’s room for both vinyl and digital.
“I love the smell of vinyl,” he said. “I love the size of album jackets and their wonderful art. I like to listen to vinyl. But the convenience of digital formats makes it so easy to play, send, copy, share, maintain and archive. I’ll continue to embrace both formats – analog (for the past) and digital (for the future.)
By PAUL STEVENS
The Civil War veteran who is considered founder of the Fort Dodge Public Library could be forgiven for not envisioning that 150 years later, it would feature far more than hard-cover books, to wit: eBooks, eAudiobooks, magazines, comics and graphic novels, movies and TV shows, and music.
Or that Capt. W.H. Johnston’s creation — first housed in the office of his Fort Dodge law practice – would one day evolve into a gathering place for all the community — a focal point unlike any other public or private institution in the city.
Rita Schmidt, director of the Fort Dodge Public Library, believes he would be gobsmacked by the technological and educational offerings provided to residents today, but also would be pleased that the focal point centers on good old-fashioned books.
“I personally don’t think the desire to crack open a book and flip through its pages will ever go away,” Schmidt said. “For many people there is something comforting, reassuring and exciting about opening a book and then getting lost in its pages. And honestly, there is nothing better than sharing a children’s picture book in all of its full-color glory. Whether it’s your child, grandchild, niece, nephew or someone else important in your life, it’s a great way to spend time relaxing, bonding and experiencing the joys of reading.
“For many in our community, our library is a place they can come to for their recreational reading needs, to check out DVDs because they don’t have cable or the Internet and they want something to watch, to find answers to questions they have, to learn something new, to participate in one of our many programs for people of all ages and abilities, to use a computer or WIFI, to scan, copy and/or fax documents, to find a quiet place to hang out, to get warm or stay cool, or to just feel less alone. These are the things that make us an essential part of Fort Dodge and why we do what we do.
“Movements, ideas, programs, technology, and a million other things will continue to change over time, but our library will remain a valued and important part of our community because we provide a welcoming space where our citizens can get connected, satisfy their curiosity and learn more about their place within the global community. Simple as that.”
In total agreement is a man heavily invested in Fort Dodge history, Roger Natte, who grew up in Sibley, where “the library was books, that was it, period,”:
“You go to the (Fort Dodge) library today, you find diversity – Black people, those with Hispanic or Asian background, people with special needs – every day they are there,” he said. “The population mixture is very interesting. There’s not a place in town with that much of a mix of people.”
In 1865, Capt. Johnston lost a leg fighting in the Civil War. He studied law at Wabash College in Indiana where he met two men with Fort Dodge ties who encouraged him to come to the city of about 3,400 to practice law. He later was appointed to the deputy clerkship of the U.S. District Court for the Northern District of Iowa, central division, at Fort Dodge, an office he held for many years.
At the time of the Civil War, Fort Dodge had what was called the Athenaeum, a private group of educated local leaders who got together to share their books and discuss ideas. In 1870 they offered to support a library and transfer their collection of books and journals. Johnston joined the group – and what he founded in 1874 was far different than today’s public library. His was a private library association that was housed in a small library and reading room in his office – which likely was just blocks from the library’s present-day location on the City Square.
“It was typical of those days in New England, when libraries were subscription libraries, with paid membership dues,” Natte said. “Such libraries got their start in Britain; public libraries as we know them today were non-existent.
“The library was an early fit in what the leaders of the community were interested in. We don’t think of Fort Dodge as being a place of other than pioneer farmers, but the first library was aimed at people educated in the East, who were used to reading Shakespeare and attending concerts.”
Johnston’s influence was statewide. He was one of the founders of the Iowa State Library Association and served as its president. He was honorary president at the time of his death in 1911.
The appetite for a public library, open to all, grew to the point that in 1890, the first free public library was opened in Fort Dodge. Nine years later, a group of citizens began planning for a much larger building to house the growing collection of books, among them Martha Haskell, Webb Vincent, O.M. Oleson and George Ringland.
Shortly after its fundraising campaign, the group learned that a larger sum of money might be available from Andrew Carnegie and his Carnegie Foundation. Carnegie, who made his fortune in the steel industry in Pittsburgh, was a nationally known philanthropist who made grants to help communities across the nation construct public libraries.
Two prominent Fort Dodgers who lived in Washington D.C., George Roberts, director of the U. S. Mint, and M. D. O’Connell, U.S. solicitor general, were asked to personally contact Carnegie with the city’s request. On Christmas Day 1900, Roberts and O’Connell telegraphed the mayor of Fort Dodge announcing that Carnegie had approved $30,000 for the construction of a new public library building.
The architect for the new building at 605 First Ave. N. was Henry Koch of Minneapolis, and construction was done by Northern Building Co. of Davenport – the same architect and construction company hired for the new Webster County Courthouse being constructed at the same time. The stone for the new building came in rough from the Black Hills Stone Co., then was smoothed and fashioned on the construction grounds by cutters. The total cost: $47,293.
The Carnegie Library was formally dedicated on Oct. 12, 1903. But from the beginning, the building had one major flaw — a roof that leaked, causing interior damage and staining. Eventually, the best cure was determined to be the addition of a second story, a change allowed for in the original plans in the event more space might be needed. The second-story addition was opened to the public on Oct. 6, 1930.
The addition afforded the library with more space than needed and in November 1930, it was decided that the west room in the basement could be used as a museum to collect and preserve data and relics pertaining to Fort Dodge and Webster County history. As the collection expanded, so did the need for more space. In 1934, the adjoining hall was used for the museum and later in 1937, with $1,000 donated by Alice Granger, another room was renovated for additional historical relic exhibit space. The museum remained in those quarters until 1964 when the Fort Museum was established.
The library remained in the Carnegie building until 2001, when it moved into its present-day building at 424 Central Ave., on the City Square. Accessibility, structural and wiring issues in the proud old building necessitated the change. The construction cost of the new library was $5.2 million. The Carnegie building later was purchased privately, and the interior was renovated for use as apartments.
“We have a fabulous location, the square is pretty much our front yard,” said Schmidt, a Sioux City native who joined the library staff in 1992 and became director in 2016. “Soon to be close by us is the Webster County Conservation River’s Edge Discovery Center, right along the river.”
That project, a joint venture of the county and city, includes a 13,000-square-foot Nature Center building that will focus on Iowa’s water resources; its exhibits will cover the water cycle, wetlands, glaciers, rivers and streams. The project is expected to be completed by July 2024.
Today, the Fort Dodge Public Library houses 86,000 physical items – the majority of them (74,000) books, Schmidt said.
“The secret of a good collection is making sure you keep it fresh, keep it current, “ she said. “We order books every month.”
It has 11,000 audio and visual items.
In the 2023 calendar year, about 63,000 people used the library and about 12,000 visited its web site — https://www.fortdodgelibrary.org/ – which was renovated in December. More than 80,000 physical items – books, audiobooks, DVDs — were checked out.
Young people are targeted through a variety of reading programs. Schmidt said, “This last summer, we had a cooperative Lego building table. When kids check out a book, they get a couple Legos to add to build a city. The kids added 20,400 Legos to the table.”
Other successful programs involved the use of dinosaur puppets and blowing giant bubbles on the square. More than 1,200 children took part in last summer’s reading programs.
There are two touch tables in the Children’s Department that allow kids to play educational games by themselves, with family members or with other kids who happen to wander by and ask if they can join in.
“Our touch tables are very popular and a great way for parents and grandparents to bond with their kids or grandkids in new and fun ways,” Schmidt said.
After Fort Dodge schools began providing students with computers, she said, “we saw fewer kids using us for their homework needs. To help encourage them to use us for their recreational needs, we added new formats like manga and graphic novels and services and tech that encourage learning.”
The library building is the office home to the Karl King Municipal Band, the Webster County Historical Society, the Webster County Genealogical Society and the Friends of the Fort Dodge Public Library – which operates a bookstore that sells used books and other items, with profits going to the library. The library has two meeting rooms – one with a capacity of 95 that is used by groups including Girl Scout troops, a local quilters group and a number of nonprofit agencies, as well as a room with capacity of 16.
“We do serve as cooling and warming spot for people who are unhoused,” Schmidt said. “We have patrons we see on a regular basis who come down and chat for five or 10 minutes, may be living alone and like that contact.”
The library has 16 computers with Internet access and productivity software for anyone to use and six workstations with educational games for kids. WiFi is available within the building and outside around the City Square. There is no fee to get a library card initially, Schmidt said, “but if you lose it and need to get it replaced, we do charge $1. If it’s just so beat up from use that it needs to be replaced, we don’t charge for a new one.”
The library’s total operating income for the past fiscal year was $1.14 million, with government funding $900,000 of that amount, Schmidt said. It has a staff of eight full-time employees and four part-time staff and is open six days a week. Other funding comes from the library’s own foundation, the Catherine Vincent Deardorf Foundation, the Friends of the Library Foundation and the Hillesland Trust. The library operations are overseen by a five-person board of trustees who are appointed by the mayor and confirmed by the City Council.
Like most libraries, the library has added downloadable content including eBooks, eAudiobooks, magazines, comics and graphic novels, movies and TV shows, and music.
“While we continue to see use of our downloadable content increase,” Schmidt said, “this past fiscal year patrons checked out 51,000-plus more physical items (books, magazines, audio CDs, DVDs – a healthy number of DVDs, over 10,000 checkouts of DVD movies, TV shows, documentaries) than they downloaded. There are a number of reasons for this, including people not having access to inexpensive, reliable Internet, but another, more simple answer is that many of our patrons enjoy the experience of visiting the library, browsing the shelves for a good book, checking it out, and then actually holding it while reading.
“It’s amazing, even though we have all these electronic possibilities, books are still an important part of a community. I don’t think it’s ever going to change. During the pandemic, more people were reading books for pleasure and leisure than they had in the past. They are continuing that trend, wanting escapism and taking in different worlds, different ideas, through books."
EDITOR’S NOTE: 10 years have passed since the originator of this Messenger Spotlight column, Editor Walter B. Stevens, passed away. His Spotlight legacy has been continued by his son, who salutes the legacy of his dad.)
By PAUL STEVENS
When I told my Dad that I was taking a buyout from The Associated Press at the age of 62, he paused and said, “You’re a slacker.”
It mattered not that I had logged 36 years with the news agency. I should have known. This was a guy who worked at The Messenger into his 80s and wrote more than 1,000 Spotlight columns that no doubt impacted many who are reading this column. Heck, he was just getting into fourth gear at age 62 – my age when I retired in 2009.
If I were to get a phone call today from Walter B. Stevens, editor of The Heavenly Messenger since leaving our world 10 years ago, I would tell him, “Dad, I’m not really slacking off. Really!”
I’ve been publishing a daily newsletter for some 1,800 AP retirees and news industry friends for the past 10 years. I started it not long after you died in your room at Friendship Haven at the age of 96, just after your best buddy and fellow World War II veteran Al Habhab had visited you, and two years after Mom (Ruth Stevens) passed away.
And eight years ago, I was invited by Larry Bushman, your friend and former Messenger publisher (yep, The Messenger here on Earth), to resurrect the Spotlight column you wrote for 27 years. I know, I know, you wrote your Spotlight on a weekly basis and penned more than 1,000 columns. Mine appears monthly – and to date, I’ve done almost 100. Did I hear you whisper “slacker”???
And Dad, I’m also getting my exercise by playing tennis several times a week, continuing with a sport that you played Saturday mornings at the Dodger Courts and wowed your opponents with your wicked slice serve. All three of your kids took up the sport – Jan (retired second-grade teacher of 45 years in Cherokee and a longtime girls high school tennis coach) and Dave (retired senior associate dean at the University of North Carolina business school) and me.
You know, tennis, the sport that helped get you your first newspaper job in Hartington, Nebraska, when you hit around with the editor of the Cedar County News in the middle of the Great Depression. I never did ask you if you let him win in order to get a reporter’s job. Dad, you still there?
Me, you’ll recall that I got into the newspaper business at the ripe old age of 10, delivering the afternoon Messenger door to door on my bike and on foot. (And perhaps unbeknownst to you and Mom, spending my earnings Saturday mornings at the Hobby Shop, at the top of Central Avenue.) I passed on Route 46 to brother Dave and then at age 15 started working in the sports department for Bob Brown, coming in to the second-floor newsroom at 713 Central Ave. on Friday nights to take football and basketball scores from the Messengerland area and write brief stories – on a typewriter! – for Saturday’s edition. Dave did the same thing – as did many other graduates of the Bob Brown School of Sports Writing, including Julie Moser Thorson, CEO of your home for your last 10 years of life, Friendship Haven.
Oh yeah, I worked three summers as the replacement for vacationing news staff. So did Jan, a proofreader one summer. From that era of the ’60s, two survive today: Fred Larson, staff photographer who’s one of the most popular people at Friendship Haven (and subject of a past Spotlight), and Marty McCarty, a reporter and editor then, from Emmetsburg, who’s a friend here in Kansas City and coaches aspiring book authors. My first Messenger byline was at age 16 – and I still get the same high 60 years later when I see my byline in print (and online). Slacker? Really?
Newspapering coursed through my veins, thanks to you, Dad, and I worked for the Tri-Crown at St. Edmond High School (with the O’Leary twins Bill and Jim, Bill Hood, Maureen Micus, Michaeleen Deaner, Larry Underburg) and the Panther Prowl at Fort Dodge Community College (with editors and twins Sally and Sheri Jackowell). It was at community college where I had the good fortune to meet a nursing student named Linda Saul. Our first date was Homecoming 1965 and she was elected homecoming queen. I wish you and Mom had been around this past June 15 when we celebrated the 55th anniversary of our wedding at Corpus Christi Church (where you were a member and usher for 60 years).
Those news genes I inherited from you continued strong when I left Fort Dodge for the University of Iowa, where my schedule adviser, Professor John Bremner, told me he knew and respected longtime Messenger City Editor Karl Haugen. I wrote sports stories on the Hawkeyes (including Ed Podolak in football, Fort Dodge’s own Tom Chapman in basketball) for Bob Brown, the Daily Iowan and the AP, and covered Regina High School for the Press-Citizen. When I joined the Air Force after graduation. I was editor of newspapers at bases in Little Rock, Arkansas., and Langley, Virginia,, during four years of service. You have me there, Dad, with your 33 months of combat in World War II.
Post-USAF, you’ll recall my Fort Dodge ties continued at the University of Kansas, where my master’s thesis was a history of The Messenger. I did much of my research at the old Public Library on First Avenue North. Years later, in 2006, when the newspaper celebrated its 150th anniversary, you and I collaborated to publish a book on its history that included some of that research. And Bob Brown wrote a chapter on sports – including what he called his favorite luncheon-speech story, on how I pitched for the FDCC baseball team and also covered its games for The Messenger and in one road game threw a no-hitter. He recalled that I called him to ask how I should handle it and he told me, “Write it like you’d write about me throwing a no-hitter.” And he added, “I have often considered Bob Feller or Sandy Koufax were never afforded that honor of throwing a no-hitter and savored having their byline over the story the next morning.”
I still remember when I was first named an Associated Press chief of bureau, in Albuquerque, Dad, and how you wrote me a letter with thoughts from an editor’s perspective on how a bureau chief should conduct himself. It was more a lesson of life. Your Number One Rule: be a good listener. It has served me well in writing my own Spotlights. And I still have that letter.
You recall the story behind why I began calling you a Grumpy Old Editor? Let me refresh you. I was AP’s Kansas City bureau chief when I interviewed for a reporter’s opening someone who had worked for AP’s competition, UPI, when it served The Messenger. To break the ice, I asked him about his job in Iowa and whether he knew anyone at The Messenger. “Oh yes,” he replied, “they had a grumpy old editor there who never liked anything we did.” Call me too nice, but I never told the applicant he’d just insulted my father. He didn’t get the job.
You know how I enjoyed my Associated Press journey that took Linda and me – and our children Jenny, Molly and Jon – to assignments and new adventures in Albany, St. Louis, Wichita, Albuquerque, Indianapolis and, in 1984, Kansas City. Maybe that’s why I’m still doing a newsletter that reaches those AP friends all over the globe.
And I am proud to say I came from Fort Dodge, the city where I grew up, got my start in journalism and met the woman who’s my life partner. My hope is to continue to tell the story of the people and places of Fort Dodge and Webster County, past and present, through the Spotlight column for years to come. As I learned from you, everyone has a story.
I’ve felt privileged to look into the lives of my Spotlight subjects and tell their stories. Lots of unforgettable people in those interviews. Jane Burleson, the first Black to serve on the Fort Dodge City Council. Tom Goodman, a friend growing up, so bravely telling about the life of his son Tommy John weeks after his sudden death. Judge Al Habhab, Mr. Fort Dodge. Doug Slotten, a blind amputee injured in the Vietnam War who became a successful attorney. Members of the Maggio family telling about their remarkable late sister Rosalie. And even some subjects that couldn’t talk – Dodger Stadium and its storied history (my favorite lead, if these bricks could talk). The Blanden Memorial Art Museum. The High Bridge. Tom Thumb Drive-In.
One other Spotlight I did besides this one that was very personal: This past fall was the 24th anniversary of my annual pilgrimage to Iowa City to watch the Hawkeyes – one started with Iowa roommates Greg Sells and Paul Wright but which has grown to encompass others from St. Edmond – John Anderson, Steve Dapper, Mick Flaherty, Doug Goodrich, Jim Konvalinka, Frank Kopish, Denny Lawler, Mark McCarville, Pat O’Brien and Mike Tracy. Yes, I did a Spotlight on that tradition, too.
When I finish each Spotlight and hit the Send computer key to dispatch it to Messenger Editor Bill Shea, I raise a hand of thanks to the heavens with hope I told the story fairly and accurately and that it would have passed your muster.
Will I write this Spotlight column as long as you, Dad? I’ve got a lot of years to go. Slacking off, though? I think not. Hope you agree.
Was the remarkable life of Doug Slotten a matter of destiny or the random nature of life – like the feather that floats on a breeze in the movie Forrest Gump, prompting Forrest to observe, "I don't know if we each have a destiny, or if we are all just floating around accidental like on a breeze, but I, I think maybe it's both.”
Doug Slotten’s “feather” lifted him from his parents’ farm home in Barnum to the University of Iowa to the financial district of Chicago to the battlefields of Vietnam (where he lost his eyesight and half of his right leg) to law school at Arizona State University to a job with the federal government in Washington, D.C., and, one day in the near future, to his burial at Arlington National Cemetery.
Slotten died Sept. 29 of prostate cancer under hospice care at his home in Chevy Chase, Md., surrounded by family - his wife Elin, twin daughters Chelsi and Kirsten, sisters Deanna and Nancy, and brother Lyle. He was 76.
Less than a month after his death, the circle of life – and Doug’s first name - continued with the birth of the first grandchild for Elin and Doug - Maxwell Douglas Pavlovic, born Oct. 24 in San Francisco to daughter Kirsten and her husband Alex. “I think my dad would be super happy and proud,” Kirsten said. “Max has his chin (and mine!) and also his furrowed brow when he’s thinking really hard or displeased by something.”
It was a December day in 1970 when Army Sgt. Douglas Slotten stepped on a land mine while on a reconnaissance patrol in Vietnam, attached to the 101st Airborne. He was quickly evacuated to a hospital ship but doctors were unable to save his sight and were forced to amputate the lower half of his right leg.
Call it his destiny or the random nature of life, this much is true: the injuries changed the course of Slotten’s life and all the lives he touched for the next 53 years.
Slotten, a recipient of the Purple Heart, set out with resolve and courage on a future far removed from the farm where he grew up – a future that took him as a blind amputee to law school in Arizona, an impactful 45-year career with the Federal Communications Commission in the nation’s capital, and a marriage that in its 37 years produced twin daughters and the grandson who bears his name.
Slotten will be buried at Arlington National Cemetery, with a memorial stone in Iowa. Because of a backlog of burials at Arlington, his family expects it could take at least a year but plans to hold two memorial services, one in early 2024 at Christ Episcopal Church in Kensington, Md., and the other at the church of his childhood, Fulton Lutheran Church of Roelyn.
Heroes are buried at Arlington – and Slotten was a hero. But in a larger way than what happened to him in Vietnam.
“While many may see Douglas as a war hero, I see him as a life hero,” said his sister Deanna. “What makes him so special is not what happened to him in war, but rather what he did after that and how he did it. He was not bitter, didn't feel sorry for himself. Instead, he set about figuring out how to continue with the dreams he had and then pursued them with tenacity and great success. He truly overcame so many obstacles that would give most people pause, but remained ever humble and grateful for the life he had.”
The arrival of Veterans Day 2023 sparked a memory from daughter Chelsi:
“He used to come in our school classrooms to talk on Veterans Day on what he did in the Vietnam War,” she said. “One of the stories he would tell was being on a hospital ship after he was injured and an Army chaplain coming in to talk to him. The chaplain had a bit of a prepared speech on the meaning of life and such and started in on the speech. My dad interrupted and said, ‘You’re wasting your time. A lot of people say that. You don’t understand. I was lucky enough to be born in a free country. This was my price that I’m willing to pay so that my family can live in a free country.’ I don’t know if it ever occurred to him to feel bad or resentful. He didn’t let it define his life or purpose.”
Douglas Lee Slotten’s roots trace to a farm in Roelyn. He was born in Fort Dodge on Dec. 22, 1946, to Leo Russell Slotten and Evelyn Woods Slotten. He was the oldest of four children – including sisters Deanna Reifsteck of Elysian, Minn., and Nancy Randolph of Garden City, Kan., and brother Lyle Slotten of San Bernardino, Calif. Their maternal grandparents Nellie and Lewis Woods lived in Fort Dodge until their deaths. Their aunt Betty Slotten is a Fort Dodge resident.
When the family moved to another farm near Barnum, Doug commuted to Cedar Valley High School in Somers for his senior year and graduated in 1965. His siblings graduated from Northwest Webster High School. A classmate of Doug’s at Cedar Valley, Daryl Beall of Fort Dodge, said, “His classmates respected and admired him, but he made us feel a bit inadequate. He accomplished so much blind and with an artificial leg. Doug’s life and death and legacy are reminders that our days are numbered. We must celebrate every day we have on this earth.”
Slotten attended the University of Iowa and received a bachelor’s degree in accounting in 1969. Friends say his propensity at poker and ironing shirts for fellow students helped finance his education. He remained a dedicated Hawkeye sports fan, especially basketball, for the rest of his life.
His first job out of Iowa City was in Chicago with a major accounting firm, Ernst & Ernst (now known as Ernst & Young) but his employment was brief when he was drafted in August 1969. It was at Fort Des Moines where he met Paul Onerheim of Ottumwa, who would become a lifelong friend. Together, they attended Army basic training at Fort Polk, La., and then advanced infantry training. Slotten was promoted to sergeant (E-5) and after assignments in Georgia and Kansas got his orders for Vietnam. He shipped out Nov. 7, 1970.
Five weeks into Vietnam, he was with a reconnaissance platoon on Dec. 14, 1970, assigned to the 101st Airborne Division, that was landed by helicopter on a hilltop in hazardous territory north of Hue. “We were checking the area,” he recalled in a 1971 interview with the Des Moines Tribune. “I went off to one side, looking for signs of the enemy. Our group had found one mine. I found the second. I stepped on it.” Within an hour he was flown in a military helicopter to the USS Sanctuary, a Navy hospital ship, where he stayed 17 days. After spending New Years Eve at the Da Nang airport, he was flown to Walter Reed Hospital in Washington.
He was given home leave and returned to Iowa with crutches and a wheelchair. “It was a happy time and it was a hard time,” Slotten told Lois Johnson of The Messenger in a Nov. 5, 1971, interview. “It was harder for the folks than for me. I’d had a month to adjust. They hadn’t. I had ideas about how to function. They had to learn.”
He came to Fort Dodge during the week and stayed with his grandparents and walked daily from their home at 4 Johnson Place to downtown. “In this way,” he told the Messenger, “I can find out how people react to me. I get out and visit, mingle with people, go into stores and buy things and order meals in restaurants by myself. My success in these experiences will help decide my future.”
Slotten returned to Walter Reed – where he learned to read Braille - and then entered Hines Veterans Hospital in Chicago for intensive training in how to live as a blind person and how to walk with an artificial leg. He returned to the University of Iowa as a special student and took three courses, and remarkably, as a blind student, completed the fourth and final section of the Certified Public Accountant test – one he had failed earlier when sighted.
Slotten decided to pursue an earlier ambition of entering law school. He applied and was admitted to Arizona State University School of Law, becoming the first totally blind person to enter the law school. With a Braille typewriter and several tape recorders and living alone in a student-filled apartment complex in Tempe, he graduated cum laude and in August 1975 joined the Federal Communications Commission as an attorney and made the move to Washington – where he would live the rest of his life. Three years later, he was named Outstanding Handicapped Federal Employee of the Year. He commuted to work by bus and train for most of his career, before taking cabs and Ubers in his later years. He retired in 2021.
“In his years with the FCC, Doug became in essence a historian for the commission,” said his longtime friend Jim Kracht, a tax and finance attorney for Miami-Dade County for 37 years, and who is blind. “He’d been there so long, he knew the history, and he had an incredibly retentive mind. Doug’s great strength was being a good listener. Doug was not outgoing. He was very quiet but deliberate. And when he talked, you listened to him. He wouldn’t give you 200 words when 20 would do.”
Weeks after his death, at the FCC’s October Open Meeting, FCC Chairwoman Jessica Rosenworcel delivered a touching tribute to Slotten and his legacy in his more than four decades of service. “Doug’s contributions helped shape the telecommunications marketplace and set the stage for the broadband revolution,” she said, adding that he was “a kind, patient and selfless teacher - he was always generous with his knowledge and his friendship. Doug also reminded all of us that life can hold great things, even in the face of challenges. He will continue to inspire us, as long as we hold his memory close.”
Slotten’s family was hugely important to him, said his wife Elin Wackernagel-Slotten, and he doted on their twin daughters, Kirsten and Chelsi, born July 8, 1988. It was only after her last ultrasound examination that they knew she was delivering twins. Elin recalled, “The nurse turned to Doug and said, what do you think of that, Mr. Slotten? There was no answer, so she asked again. He replied, ‘That’s two college tuitions.’”
How did they meet? Elin responded, “Doug loved it when people asked us how we met. Doug being Norwegian and a Slotten, he was not one to show emotion, but he would get this little wicked grin and say, ‘a blind date.’” She was a schoolteacher (with a master’s in special education) in Chevy Chase and the next morning, he sent a dozen red roses to her classroom. Their first date was in February 1986 and they were married eight months later.
“From the very beginning, what Doug said attracted him to me, I never cut him any quarters. I treated him like any other human being. The first time we went out to meet his parents and got off the plane, his father tried to take Doug’s suitcase. I turned to Russell and said, ‘No, Doug can do it.’ He was a loyal friend and one of the best fathers I’ve ever known. If you put a baby in his arms, he would go all goo-goo face.”
Kirsten Slotten is a senior vice president with Weber Shandwick, a public relations and marketing firm, in San Francisco. Her husband Alex covers the Giants for NBC Sports Bay Area (with Alex’s baseball background, he bonded immediately with Doug, a lifelong Cardinals fan). She wrote her college admissions essay for entry to New York University on what it was like growing up with a dad who is blind.
“He wasn’t defined by what happened to him,” she said, “he never let that impact how he approached life. He gave his best at everything he did, whether with the FCC or raising us. He was very committed to people. Growing up, his blindness was just a part of our lives. We just had to do things different – like reading signs for him at a museum or reading a menu at a restaurant.”
Dr. Chelsi Slotten is employed by Sage Publications, an academic publisher of books, journals and digital library resources, out of its London office but working remotely from Edinburgh, Scotland, where she lives with husband Guy Taylor, a software engineer and native Scot. She has a PhD in anthropology with a specialization in archaeology from American University in Washington.
“He was the absolute best dad,” she said. “He was there for every ballet recital, riding competition, graduation, help with homework, answering tax questions as we got older, there to bounce ideas off of for potential PhD work (he even read along some of my course books with me so we could discuss), etc. If we needed something he was there for it. He was also just great to hang out with. Every year for his birthday (a delayed present because of the season), we would go to a Nats game, although he was a lifelong Cardinals fan. For his 70th birthday my sister and I took him to Busch Stadium in St. Louis for a couple games because he'd never been to the park. We did two games and a trip to the Cardinals museum. Walking through the museum we would describe to him what the objects were and read signs and 95% of the time he had a story to go with the object we were talking about.”
One of his best friends, Paul Onerheim, of Lake Stevens, Wash., believes Slotten’s name should be included on the Vietnam Veterans Memorial Wall in Washington. He believes the prostate cancer that took Slotten’s life “was likely caused by exposure to the defoliant Agent Orange while serving in Vietnam. The risk of prostate cancer is almost doubled for those who served in Vietnam, including a 75% increase in high-risk, aggressive forms of the disease.”
“Doug lived a positive, productive life under circumstances others would say were difficult,” Onerheim added. “Others in Doug’s situation would have given up 50 years ago. Not Doug. Doug was blessed to be a blessing. Rest in peace, my dear friend. Your work is done.”
One of Fort Dodge's most popular family-owned restaurants is up for sale, but it comes with a price beyond dollars.
At the Tom Thumb Drive In, Kirk Cairney vows to make sure the high standards for food and customer-friendly service set by his father are maintained by whomever might purchase the 52-year-old restaurant.
“It’s been up for sale for almost three years. We’ve had a lot of people come and look,” he said. “I would want them to continue to go with our traditions. It would be foolish to come in and change the menu. Or to change our commitment to customer service. I believe we’re successful because of what we do and how we do it.”
Meanwhile, Cairney, 57, has no intention of letting up on the gas – despite the long hours (4 a.m. to 1-2 p.m., six days a week) and staffing challenges that come with the territory in the only job he’s ever had since joining the family business right out of high school.
“When my father died,” he said, “people asked what was going to happen to Tom Thumb. Nothing is going to change. We were here yesterday, we are here today, we’ll be here tomorrow. I have every intention of doing what my father had done, find someone to run the business.”
The restaurant, located on the city’s west side, across US Highway 169 from Iowa Central Community College, is open from 6 a.m. to 10 p.m. seven days a week, serves breakfast, lunch and dinner. It has a loyal customer following. And a huge “alumni association” of hundreds who worked there as part-timers over the years, learning the value of customer service and hard work.
In a review of Tom Thumb a year ago, Raymond Goldfield, a travel writer for the web site, “Only in Your State,” wrote:
“The old-school drive-in is far from dead in Iowa, and heading to Fort Dodge will uncover one of the best out there. The Tom Thumb Drive-In has been operating since the 1950s, with some regulars proudly announcing they’ve been going there for half a century or more. But unlike so many similar places, this drive-in restaurant in Iowa doesn’t limit itself to car traffic. It actually doubles as a small diner, allowing people to enjoy their meals in a charming old-school setting. The surprisingly extensive menu dishes out retro comfort food that sometimes feels like it hasn’t changed since the 1950s – but that’s part of the charm! So hop in the car, order up, and take a drip back in time at this one-of-a-kind Iowa eatery.”
Helping bring more customer traffic to the restaurant is a Dairy Queen franchise it owns and is housed in the same building, with its own in-store counter and a separate drive-thru window. “Dairy Queen is a national name,” Cairney said. “It’s a big draw.”
Tom Thumb’s “retro comfort food” mentioned by the writer includes the restaurant’s most popular menu item – chicken and noodles over mashed potatoes and gravy. “My father started that,” Cairney said, “I had never heard of it. But we sell a lot of everything – hamburgers and tenderloin sandwiches.
“We have a smoker, and we smoke all our own products. My father started doing the smoking years ago, and I took it over 15 years ago. I’m in at 4 in the morning to get it started. So many people tell us our ribs are the best they’ve ever had. We also smoke ribs, brisket, pork loin, pulled pork, brats. We used to use apple wood, but now we use cherry and hickory to smoke everything. The seasoning we use was made by Jim Ertl, who worked with my father.”
Ertl created his “Ertl Famous Seasoning” in 1959 and it remains in use today (minus the paprika) for all of Tom Thumb’s meat menu items – as well as his recipe for beef gravy. Ertl – who Kirk Cairney said was a “great chef” - now lives in Webster City.
Tom Thumb’s roots trace to Kirk’s father Tom Kearney – a pioneer in the phenomenon of drive-through restaurants that began popping up in Fort Dodge in the 1950s and ‘60s.
In 1959, he left his job in sales with Farner-Bocken Wholesale Tobacco Co. to purchase Bohan Drug at First Avenue North and Eighth Street and create Tom’s Lunch, which he owned and operated for six years. (“You could buy 13 or 15 burgers for a dollar, legend has it,” Kirk said.) In 1965 Tom purchased Henry’s Hamburgers on Second Avenue South and built a second Henry’s Hamburgers at the Crossroads Mall (in a building where Ja-Mar Drive In restaurant is now located).
He built Tom Thumb Drive In in 1971 and owned and operated it until his death in 2018 at the age of 89. He owned or had partial ownership in numerous other businesses including Henry’s Hamburgers in Des Moines and in Emporia, Kansas, Tom Thumb Deli, Tom Thumb catering, three Dairy Queen’s and two P & P Convenience Stores. He purchased the Villager – which was the original Colonial Inn - with Jim Ertl in 1978. Two years later, Ertl and Cairney built the Colonial Inn/Bank Shot and operated it until 1998 when it was destroyed by a fire. They also managed the food service cafeteria at Iowa Central Community College for eight years.
Tom Cairney and his wife of 65 years, Phyllis, donated to Iowa Central Community College in 2011 the land on which the Colonial Inn once stood. The college is now building a 9,200-square-foot fuel testing laboratory on the site that includes land also donated by Caseys General Stores. Groundbreaking took place July 17.
Phyllis Cairney, who is 90, continues to live in the family home just north of Fort Dodge.
Perhaps the most important legacy of Tom Cairney, one that his son works to keep alive, was his impact on people. From Tom’s obituary: “Tom influenced countless people through his Tom Thumb Family. He was a role model, father figure and mentor. He taught customer service and hard work, while helping young people to become responsible adults.”
There’s a tie between Tom Thumb and Ja-Mar Drive In, another popular Fort Dodge family-owned restaurant. Tom Cairney and Jim Jordison were partners in opening the Henry’s restaurant at 2nd Avenue South and 3rd Street, Kirk said. Jim opened Ja-Mar in 1971 at the same time Tom opened Tom Thumb, and today Ja-Mar is operated by Jim’s son, Jerry.
“We’ve always been friends,” Kirk said. “Our businesses still work together from time to time. We’ve always been that way. We’re very similar restaurants. Our fathers worked together, now their sons run their businesses.”
Kirk Cairney started working for his father when he was 12, washing dishes at the Colonial Inn – which once stood in what is now a parking lot of Tom Thumb on its north side.
The day after he graduated on a Sunday in 1984 from St. Edmond High School, Kirk was at work at Tom Thumb the next day and has been in the business since. His brother Kevin and sister Kris also worked for their father. Kevin was night manager at Tom Thumb and then ran the Tom Thumb Deli on Fifteenth Street until 1989. Kris now lives with her family in Urbandale and Kevin lives with his family in Altoona.
Kirk worked at Tom Thumb for two years, joined the food service enterprise across the highway at Iowa Central for three years, then returned to Tom Thumb in 1989.
“Restaurant work is hard work,” he said. “Someone once mentioned to me, it must be so hard to work for your father since his standards are so high. My standards are through the ceiling. But those standards are hard to maintain anymore.”
Like most restaurant owners, Cairney is challenged by a shortage of staff – Tom Thumb employs 45-55 people in full-time and part-time roles. The shortage was most acute during the covid outbreak three years ago.
“About 20 percent of our employees are 14 or 15 years old,” he said. “It’s a challenge to work with them. It’s fun to work with them when they really want to work. I’ve learned to be a lot more patient with them than I had been, and I think that comes from having grandchildren.”
Cairney has a daughter, Amanda, a school teacher who lives in Greenwood, Ind., and three stepsons from an earlier marriage – Austen, Zach and Tyler – and grandchildren Hayden, Ava and Orth.
Two of an original group of four from Tom Cairney’s management days are still at the restaurant. Kirk Moore is day manager of Tom Thumb’s and has been with the company 38 years.
Mike Chardoulias was night manager for 39 years until his death a year ago. He had worked in his family’s business, the Melody Grill, from the age of 9 until it closed in 1982 when he joined Tom Thumb. Kevin Parks was Tom Thumb’s bakery manager, making all of its breads and buns which were once sold to a dozen other businesses. He died Aug. 19.
“All of us, we had an extremely high work ethic,” Cairney said. “All became successful through the restaurant. Kirk Moore and I survive, two old dogs in the building. When we were hired, we didn’t ask what we were going to do, what our pay would be. You just showed up, never questioned it, you just did it.”
Cairney said he is still looking for a baker and an assistant manager. The restaurant sports a large menu – with about 30 meat dishes alone – and still makes and sells pies and rolls.
Most restaurants in Fort Dodge these days belong to chains, Cairney said, adding, “It’s hard to be a little guy in a big guy’s world.
“But we’ve survived. It’s kind of like the old television show ‘Cheers’ where everyone knows your name. I think of Tom Thumb in that way. It’s kind of like a small community…we know so many of the families. It’s amazing how many families keep coming in. It’s the Tom Thumb Family. The seasoning we still use was made by Jim Ertl from my father’s days. There is a little more personality and person-to-person touch than in a corporate setting.
“I’d like Tom Thumb to never go away. It’s a unique business.”
By PAUL STEVENS
Daryl Beall has been a teacher, a businessman, a newspaperman, a state senator, a political activist and a community volunteer – and a world traveler who has visited all 50 states and more than 50 countries in all seven continents.
But he stays close to home now, working to get his life back.
That life was changed dramatically on a cold day last January when he unexplainably collapsed and fell flat on his face outside Trinity Regional Medical Center in Fort Dodge on his way to a doctor’s appointment. He was taken by ambulance to Iowa Methodist Medical Center in Des Moines. “The first day, we didn’t know if he would make it, he was so far gone,” said his wife, Jo Ann.
“After my initial fall I didn’t know people, even my family, for a few days,” said Beall, whose face was heavily bruised and lacerated. “I gradually regained my memory. I participated in speech therapy, physical therapy and occupational therapy first in Des Moines and then at Trinity in Fort Dodge.”
In April, he experienced another fall in the home of one of the Bealls’ children in San Antonio, Texas, and landed on the back of his head. About 30 hours later, “I suddenly did not know people and was very confused,” he said. He was taken by ambulance to Methodist Hospital where he spent four weeks as doctors administered tests that ruled out a stroke, brain bleeding, heart issues – “basically what they could test for,” Jo Ann said. Beall regained his senses and renewed his therapy there for about three weeks.
Hours upon hours of speech, physical and occupational therapies and numerous doctors’ appointments later, and with the loss of 35 pounds, he is back home with Jo Ann working with weights and exercise equipment and trying to get his life back. Jo Ann helps him keep up with medications. He is steadied by a cane and walker and is not able to drive a car or ride a bike, one of his passions. “He cannot fall again,” she said. “A lot of damage could be done with another fall.”
He works to keep positive through the health setbacks and uncertainty facing him, characteristic of the optimism for life that the 76-year-old Beall has possessed since his early years growing up in the small community of Somers in Calhoun County.
“My family and friends have been very, very, very supportive,” Beall said. “I have no memory of anything that happened to me in Fort Dodge, before they took me by ambulance to Des Moines. My doctors are dumbfounded, they couldn’t trace it to anything. When it happened again in San Antonio, they couldn’t discover anything either.
“I hope it is something I can put in the past. At first, I was demoralized, and I still am a bit. But I feel fine, I’m OK with it. I still want to travel. I’ve enjoyed so much of life. I’ve accomplished so much but I still want to do more.
“I want to meet more people who look different than my own reflection in the mirror.”
Jo Ann added: “Family and friends have been great. They’ll call me and offer to sit with him if I need to get away. With our friends, I say thank you, but you have enough on your own plate at home. Now people will call taking him out to eat.”
Jo Ann Hasty Beall has been his rock since they met at Iowa Central Community College in 1965 – she a graduate of Fort Dodge Senior High and he a graduate of Cedar Valley High School in Somers. They were married at the Little Brown Church near Nashua, Iowa, on March 24, 1968.
Beall is the last survivor of the four sons born to Marjorie and Wayne Beall. His father was a rural mail carrier in the Somers area, then worked for Iowa-Illinois Gas and Electric before returning to the Postal Service in Washington, D.C., in 1968. His mother worked in the Somers school system and while in Washington, at Marine Corps headquarters. They returned to Fort Dodge in 1980. Their oldest son Jerry was born in 1933 and died six months later of spinal bifida. Michael was a pilot who died in 1963 in a plane crash in Fort Dodge. Stanley was born in Washington and worked as a teacher, school safety officer and correctional officer; he died in November 2022.
Losing his brother Michael was one of the most difficult moments of his life, Beall said.
“Michael was teaching me to fly, and we flew around Central Iowa and that night he was the pilot of a Piper Tri-Pacer and he and three other young people crashed and were killed near the Fort Dodge airport because fog closed in. The plane crashed in the woods where the Gunderson Funeral Homes is now located,” Beall said. “I lost my brother, buddy, flight instructor and friend. I was 16 and he was 21. I identified his body by what he was wearing. My parents had four sons and buried two of them. Mom always said it is natural and normal to bury your parents but not your children.”
Jo Ann suffered a similar family tragedy when in February 1968, her sister Susie died in an auto crash in northeast Missouri that also took the life of longtime Fort Dodge Community College social studies instructor Ralph Gosmire. Several other students were injured as Gosmire was driving them to a Model United Nations function in St. Louis.
After graduating from Iowa Central, then called Fort Dodge Community College, Beall joined the Peace Corps and was destined for assignment to Ecuador but left it when he failed Spanish language requirements. He attended the University of Northern Iowa for a year, then transferred to Buena Vista University where he received a bachelor’s degree in 1969. He taught political science courses at Urbandale High School where he earned the Freedom Foundation Teacher’s Medal. Beall was a Taft Fellow at Macalester College in Saint Paul and earned a Master of Public Administration degree from Drake University.
The Bealls returned to Fort Dodge where he managed Furniture World, owned by Jo Ann’s father, Dale Hasty, who had opened Carpet World and Furniture World, and then Drapery World and Paint World, all at the corner of Sixth Street and First Avenue South. Beall managed Furniture World from 1974 until 1984 and was twice elected to the Fort Dodge school board.
It closed when Beall was named general manager of The Hometown Register in Fort Dodge, a publication of The Des Moines Register. He was with the Register when he was named the first grants manager of the Gannett Foundation and was on the board of Downtown Des Moines, Inc. He was then named editor and publisher of the Register’s weekly newspaper, The Record-Herald and Indianola Tribune where he stayed for five years.
Jo Ann worked at Furniture World for her father, managing properties. She earned a BA and teaching certificate from Simpson College when they lived in Indianola. She worked in human services in Canon City, Colo., and Huron, S.D., where Daryl was engaged in newspaper work. Upon returning to Fort Dodge, she was the case management supervisor for Webster County.
“I have never ever regretted returning — coming home — to Fort Dodge,” Beall said. “The support I’ve received since my falls has been very affirming.”
In 2002, Beall, a Democrat, was elected to the first of three four-year terms as an Iowa State Senator in Senate District 5, which now serves Calhoun, Humboldt, Pocahantas and Webster counties.
During his years in the Senate, Beall chaired the Veterans Affairs Committee and International Relations Committee and was vice chair of the Transportation (policy) Committee and the Transportation (appropriations) Committee. He was an active member of the Education Committee and served as a member of the Education Commission of the States, an interstate compact. He was also finance chair of the Midwest Passenger Rail Commission, also an interstate compact.
Beall said that among his proudest moments in the Senate were working to pass autism legislation, getting a veterans bill passed as a freshman senator in the minority and successfully working in a bipartisan manner to pass legislation to create a four-lane Highway 20.
He ran for a fourth term in the 2014 general election but lost to Tim Kraayenbrink, a Republican, who continues in the office and is seeking another term in the 2024 elections.
Beall’s proudest moment?
“Family. Being married to Jo Ann for 55 years and producing three successful children, 11 grandchildren and two great-grandchildren.”
Their children are: Lora Sue Beall and her husband Steve Sink, of Cedar Falls, and their children Lydia, Christopher, Paul, Theo and Joe; Scott Beall and his wife Kim, of Huxley, and their children Jace, Drew and Lily, and Christen Beall and her husband Col. Paul Fredin, of Lackland AFB, San Antonio, and their children Katen, William and Luke. They have two great-grandchildren, Everett Alexander Gowey and Graham Christopher Sink.
He currently serves on the boards of Fort Dodge Sister Cities (Kosovo) and Iowa Sister States. He also serves on the Webster County ISU Extension Council and is a longtime member of the Fort Dodge Kiwanis Club.
He returned to Kiwanis earlier this week to the applause of its members and mention in the invocation by its president, Rev. Scott Meier, pastor at Badger Lutheran Church. He got a standing ovation days earlier when he returned to his first Democratic Central Committee meeting since the falls.
Beall is also a longtime member of an informal group calling itself the Urban Tribe. The group of 12-15 friends, formed in 1998, meets every Tuesday night for dinner at various restaurants. One of the group’s members, Nedra Conrad, said she has known Beall for at least 20 years.
“He has the knack for meeting people and staying friends with people, communicating well,” Conrad said. “I have a grandson who was deep into politics in high school. Daryl encouraged him, believing it’s good to encourage kids to get into politics. Now, that grandson is in his third year of law school at Iowa, very interested in politics, and I think Daryl had a role in this.”
In November, Beall will return to Methodist in Des Moines to see a neurologist and rehabilitation physician, with plans to undergo a neuropsychological testing that is an in-depth assessment of skills and abilities linked to brain function.
As to the future and travel, “I accept who and what I am and am very happy with what I accomplished. I think it’s not likely, but I want to go to the -Stans (in Central Asia) and Southeast Asia. But I realize where I am and who I am and I’m OK…but there are still places I would like to go see. I want to do more, but I know I won’t live forever.”
By PAUL STEVENS
Back in the day, there were three family-owned jewelry businesses on Central Avenue – Wicker, Kirkberg and Olson – all
mainstays of a then-vital downtown Fort Dodge retail scene that even included stores open for Monday night shopping.
Any day now, the last of the three to survive – Wicker Jewelry – will take down its signage at the northeast corner of Seventh and Central – across the street from the Webster County Courthouse – and close its doors for good when a sale of its inventory is completed. With it comes the end of an era.
“We decided it was time – we’re in the process of going out of business,” said Marilyn Simonson, who with her husband, Gary, operated the full-service store they purchased in 1984 from Lew and Lorene Wicker. “We will miss a lot of the friendships we made with people who were our customers. We met so many kind people along the way.
“We thought about selling the store to new owners, but wanted to leave the store in good standing with all of our loyal customers so ultimately decided closing the store was the best way to go.”
Just days after the Wickers announcement was made, Kirkberg Connections – operated by Cary Kirkberg Estlund and her husband Steve – ended its business operations that began after the Kirkberg Jewelers retail store at Sixth and Central closed its doors in 2000.
They placed an ad in The Messenger that read: “Thank you! On behalf of Steve and myself and the whole Kirkberg family – all three generations. We have enjoyed working and being part of this community. We will be moving soon to enjoy the next chapter in our lives and will be closer to our daughters and their families. Cary & Steve.”
Olson Jewelry closed operations in December 2005. It was founded in 1922 and in business for 83 years.
Rare is the Fort Dodge shopper who has lived in the city for the past 50 years who doesn’t have a jewelry keepsake box in her or his possession emblazoned with the name of one of the three stores. Or a clock or watch or ring or piece of jewelry purchased – or repaired – at one of the three stores.
The Kirkberg name appeared on the Fort Dodge shopping scene when H.C. Kirkberg purchased in 1927 a well-established store at 812 Central from Mack Hurlbut that had opened its doors in 1888. H.C. came to Fort Dodge to work for Hurlburt. It was renamed Kirkberg Jewelers and was a downtown institution until it closed on June 1, 2000. (In 1968, it moved next door to 814 Central and in 1984, the store moved to 615 Central, where it remained for its final 16 years.)
H.C.’s son Bob succeeded his father as owner in 1969. Bob’s daughter Cary and her husband Steve Estlund took ownership in 2000 and founded Kirkberg Connections which took on a format significantly different from a standard walk-in jewelry store. Its focus, Cary said, was to work with customers to find the jewelry solution for their situation. It specialized in diamond and gemstone purchases, custom design and redesign of jewelry, jewelry repairs and restorations and appraisals.
Cary Estlund called the experience of closing Connections – and ending the Kirkberg’s long history in the city – “very bittersweet. But what lies ahead, I’m just so excited for it, I can hardly stand it.” She and Steve have sold their home at Twin Lakes and move this fall to Lee’s Summit, Missouri, a Kansas City suburb, to be closer to their daughter Carly, her husband Tommy Gavin and their children. The Estlunds’ daughter Lauren, married to Chris Coleman, lives in Springfield, Illinois, and daughter Maria, married to Austin Bockwinkel, lives in Madison, Wisconsin.
What will she miss most?
“Making people happy,” she replied. “There’s nothing better… bring out a diamond ring, it could be anything. They smile, they cry, they laugh, I will miss that a lot. I literally had people coming in all day long, at the store and with Connections. People would come in, maybe wearing grandma’s wedding ring, and tell you they bought it from your grandpa or from your dad.
“My siblings and I grew up working in the store, when we were 8, 9, 10 – making bows going on packages, wrapping presents so it was always part of our life. Then when we got to high school we did Christmas seasons, some summers. Whenever they needed someone on a Saturday, one of us would be there to work.”
Her older brother Bruce Kirkberg and his wife, Gay, live in Davenport and her older sister Lynne (Stellmach) and her husband, Dean, live in Tempe, Arizona.
Olson Jewelry was founded in 1922 by Oscar Olson, a watchmaker, and was located at 903 Central. It was rebuilt next door in 1982 after two fires in an adjoining building. Future owners Lloyd Hambleton and Karl Johnson began working there part-time in the early 1940s while still in high school. Their wages were $5 a week.
During the 1960s, Hambleton and Johnson went through old newspapers deciding to offer customers a diamond ring off the same ad Oscar Olson had used in the 1920s. Strangely enough, the offer received little attention. Karl owned the store at the time it closed.
Paulette Heddinger of Fort Dodge was a longtime (20 years) employee of Olson Jewelers. Her duties included sales, ordering merchandise, engraving, window dressings – “Everybody worked well together. I got the pleasure of working with Fran Byrne and Rose Lunn. Beth Quinn was a longterm employee. We were a family, a big old happy family. Most have passed on. Others I remember are Yvonne Pullen, Jan Haugen, Darlene Nielsen, Lois Stratmoen. Drexel Peterson, who worked at KVFD radio, did clock repair. When the store closed, Jean Hutchinson and Nancy Axness were working there.”
Another with Olson Jewelers roots is Marty Pickett, who worked there several years until it closed in December 2005 and then came to work at Wickers. She said she was saddened that Wickers will soon close its doors.
“I will miss the customers. It will be really sad that last day, when we open the doors for the last time,” she said.
Marilyn Simonson had worked for Wicker Jewelry for more than 10 years prior to purchasing the store from Lew and Lorene Wicker in 1984. She had been an assistant manager until their retirement.
Lew Wicker, a World War II infantryman, became involved in watchmaking after being influenced by his cousin, Ralph Wicker, who had owned the store since 1932. Lew bought the store in 1960 from Ralph and renamed it Wicker Jewelry.
The Gamble Store fire in June 1960 wiped out the jewelry store and forced it to move. It was located elsewhere on Central Avenue for about six years before settling into its current location at 700 Central Ave. The building Wicker occupies was built in 1882 and was once a Commercial National Bank.
Marilyn Simonson started working at Wicker in 1962 for a few years and then left to become a stay-at-home mother before returning to work in 1977.
Once the Simonsons bought Wicker Jewelry, they decided to keep the name the same as they already had loyal customers and didn’t want people to think it was a different store.
“We thought it was best to keep everything the same,” Marilyn Simonson said.
“I learned from Mr. Wicker that we treat people as we would want to be treated if we came into the store and that’s true with any business,” she said. “if they make an attempt to walk in your door, that’s what counts.”Wicker Jewelry was a family affair for the Simonsons. Gary was involved with bookkeeping and engraving. Their son, Brant, did repair work and their daughter Lynn (Zeka), a veterinarian, worked summers while attending high school and college. Their oldest son Eric is county attorney for Wright County and lives in Belmond. Gary and Marilyn have seven grandchildren.
A member of the Wicker family is still involved in the jewelry business, but not in Fort Dodge. Sherri Schwaller and her husband Steve operate Royal Jewelers in Jefferson. She is the daughter of Dwaine Wicker, Lew’s brother, and worked summers at Wicker Jewelry in Fort Dodge while in high school and college.
On July 24, Wicker Jewelry was honored at a meeting of the Fort Dodge city council, which proclaimed the day “Wicker Jewelry Recognition Day.” Mayor Matt Bemrich presented a mayoral proclamation to Marilyn and Gary Simonson and their daughter and her family.
“Whereas,” the proclamation concluded, “after years of dedicated service, Marilyn Simonson has decided to enjoy the fruits of her hard work, and close her store so she can start enjoying retirement this summer.”
By Paul Stevens
As long as sunsets and sunrises are part of our world, memories of Tom Tierney and how he captured them so spectacularly with his cameras will remain with his family and friends and the thousands who found pleasure in his work.
Tierney was many things in his 71 years, 3 months and 28 days on earth – a son, a husband, a father of three, an environmentalist, a technology specialist – before an apparent heart attack took his life May 15 at his home in rural Rutland, seven miles northwest of Humboldt.
But his passion was photography – and while the sunrises and sunsets he captured with his 35mm digital cameras were spectacular, he also took photos of silos and barns, old buildings, dams, often silhouetted by the sun.
“He was into photography before I knew him,” said Jackie Tierney, his wife of 32 years, who often accompanied him on photo expeditions around Humboldt County and adjacent areas in their maroon Volvo S60 sedan. When Tom made solo trips, it was in his Volvo V70 station wagon named Clifford (which at the time of his death was in the shop, getting repaired for his next journey).
“He once had a darkroom and everything for film cameras,” she said. “Photography was always his huge passion, kind of a security blanket. Both of us were a bit socially awkward – at our wedding rehearsal, he had big camera around his neck to calm his nerves.”
His horizons expanded thanks to a barn cat named Annie.
“For a few years, we lived near New Virginia, Iowa,” Jackie said. “There was this barn cat he really liked, and he started posting on Facebook cute pictures of Annie, who we still have. She lives in our garage and is 9 or 10 years old. Annie followed him around outside. He got a lot of comments – people would ask for new photos of Annie. So Tom randomly started posting pictures, and pretty soon it became a daily event. It kind of became an obsession in the last few years. Anywhere we went always had his camera in his pocket.
“He didn’t do photography to make a profit, he did it for his love of people, preserving history, the need to care for people. He used to say to me all the time, always let the other guy be the jerk. There were many, many sides to him. He was always happy that he will be known forever as a photographer.”
Tierney was born in Fort Dodge, the only child of Iva (Fisher) and Francis Tierney. His mother worked as a court reporter and his father was an attorney who served as a state representative from 1951 to 1953 and as a magistrate and juvenile judge.
Tierney graduated from Fort Dodge Senior High School in 1970, earned a bachelor’s degree in computer science from Iowa State University in Ames and joined Fort Dodge Laboratories as an IT specialist. When attending an environmental meeting, he met Jacqueline Piersel. He asked her out for dinner while they were on a Sierra Club hike.
“Neither of us had dated anyone else before we met,” Jackie said. “I guess it was meant to be. He was in data processing at Fort Dodge Labs and I was in vaccine research. Both of us were total nerds.”
They married on Sept. 22, 1990, and started a family – two girls and a boy. Katherine Tierney lives in Humboldt and works at Trinity Regional Medical Center in Fort Dodge as a pharmacist. Allen Tierney and his wife, Erin, live in Ames where Allen works in IT for Iowa State University. Mary Tierney lives in Rutland and works for Signet Jewelers in application development.
The family moved from Fort Dodge to an acreage near Rutland in 2002. After about 30 years with Fort Dodge Labs, Tierney joined Wells Fargo Bank in 2013 and was a project manager, working from home, and employed by Wells Fargo at the time of his death.
When he was growing up in his parents’ home, Tierney had a darkroom in the basement – digital photography was still years away and the darkroom was where he processed his film and made prints from the images. He also had a darkroom after getting married, and son Allen remembers that it was the one room in the basement that the kids were ordered to stay out of.
“My dad was a kind, soft-spoken guy and I think people will remember that, too,” Allen said. “I think he would like to be remembered for all the things he did in the community and all he did to help. He would use photography as a tool to help people as well.”
Among the many recipients of Tierney’s photographic talents were the Humboldt County Memorial Hospital (where his photos grace its hallways), St. Mary’s Catholic Church in Humboldt (where he was a member of the choir) and the Humboldt County Historical Society where he would work to restore old negatives and photos. The Humboldt Library has a wall dedicated to displaying Tierney’s work.
Rarely a day would go by when Tierney didn’t take at least one photo, especially at the beginning and the end of a day. Photographers call the hour before sunset and the hour after sunrise as Golden Hours, when the natural light emitted by the sun is more directional and softer. Jackie recalled: “Sometimes he would awaken early and I’d find a note by the coffee pot, ‘Chasing a sunrise, Love, Tom.'”
Not many structures escaped his lens, she said – silos, old barns, country churches and more.
“The Rutland dam was absolutely his favorite thing to photograph,” she said. “It’s in Rose Mill Park in the city of Rutland, right along the Des Moines River.”
A selection of his best photos from Humboldt County was included in a calendar Tierney produced at cost, beginning for the year 2019 through the year 2023, and was sold at V&S Variety Store in Humboldt. Allen Tierney said there are plans afoot to produce a calendar with his dad’s photos for the year 2024.
Tierney’s photo work spanned far more than Facebook, although the social media site provided him a worldwide audience.
He posted his last Facebook photo two days before his death – it showed wind turbines in stormy weather south of Pocahontas. That day, Jackie said, “We decided to go over and do some storm spotting as weather was another interest. Since these storms were slow-moving, we decided it would be fairly safe and easy to stay clear of any dangerous weather and we were hoping to spot (and of course, he photograph) a funnel or tornado on the ground. He did take several photos while we were over there including the one he posted.”
When the sad news of his death became known, the Humota Theater in Humboldt posted on its marquee: “Tom. ThankU 4 beautiful memories.” Tierney had served on the board of the historic, nonprofit movie house.
News of his death was posted quickly on Facebook and Amanda Friedl, of Humboldt County, shared: “So many beautiful photos and memories of Tom Tierney in this thread, I encourage you all to scroll through and be uplifted at the beauty of our world. Tom was a man who could see beauty in the normal and share it in a way that made everyone pause and notice it more. What a gift to a busy world. He will be missed.”
Longtime friend Bill Witt, of Cedar Falls, wrote: “Thank you, Old Friend, for sharing with us your relationship to what is beautiful. It carried you to the end. We walked with you in beauty.'”
He added: “Tom and I became friends over 40 years ago, and I think fondly of the times we crawled through prairies and clambered up wooded ravines together. He was an unassuming person, of deep humanity, but with a delightful, gently droll sense of humor. And he grew into a masterful photographer. The north central Iowa landscape is the most overlooked region of our state, but Tom shows us its great and subtle beauty in images that are quietly and spiritually revelatory.”
Tierney’s family is planning to sponsor an exhibition of his photos at the Historical Society sometime in the fall.
Tom Tierney, photographer, is how he will be remembered, Jackie Tierney said, and that suits her just fine, adding with a smile:
“When I’d be in Humboldt, quite often people I didn’t know would come up to me and ask me if I was ‘the photographer’s wife’ and tell me how much they loved his photos. I was always proud of that and always told him when I had that happen and of course he was always very flattered to hear they liked his photos.”
His daughter, Mary, hopes the legacy of the gentle soul that was her father will continue.
“I know what we are all thinking,” she said. “The world is going to be a colder place without him. Except it doesn’t have to be. Just think, if one person could have this big of an impact on so many people by simply doing the right thing, what could happen if thousands of people did? If we all take some time to try to be more like him, the world could be a much warmer place. Make sure your neighbors are OK. Check on your friends. Smile. Don’t think twice about helping someone who needs food. Go out and take pictures at parades, school activities, the sunset or sunrise, a fun tree you see, birds, flowers, an old building, etc.. There are pictures everywhere if you just look for them.
“Get involved in nature conservation. Fight for the land to be protected and fight for the bees. Get involved in local activities. Support the community and the history around it.
“Why? Because that is what he did and it is the right thing to do. This is the way to let his memory truly live on forever. We can carry his kindness on through each other. We can help him change the world.”
By Paul Stevens
The High Bridge — it’s a Fort Dodge landmark that has never missed a day of work in 120 years. And it shows no signs of slowing down anytime soon.
At least two to three times a day, a freight train travels at 10 mph across the single-track railroad bridge that spans the Des Moines River and a neighborhood 182 feet below. The bridge has carried hundreds of thousands of trains since it was constructed in 1902-03 at a cost of $450,000 — equivalent to $11.4 million in today’s dollars.
Built by the Mason City & Fort Dodge Railway (which was then operated by the Chicago Great Western Railway) and now owned by the Union Pacific Railroad, the bridge is one of the highest and longest in the country. In Iowa, it is second only in height to the Kate Shelley High Bridge three miles west of Boone — which is a year older, 3 feet higher, but now retired when it was replaced in 2009 by a concrete bridge right next to it.
No retirement is in sight for this bridge.
“In fact, we replaced all the ties on it in 2020. Yes, that’s correct. We replaced all the ties on it in 2020,” said Robynn Tysver, a spokesperson for Union Pacific at its Omaha headquarters.
She said the High Bridge and all Union Pacific bridges are inspected twice a year.
Don Heddinger, a Fort Dodge railroad man for 44 years until his retirement from Union Pacific in 2014, said he traversed the Fort Dodge High Bridge thousands of times during his career.
“What has always impressed me about the High Bridge is that the one-half-mile of steel that’s still standing across that river valley today was forged in factories that were built in the late 1800s,” he said. “They made things to last and it was made in the good ol’ U S of A.
“Think of all the violent storms that thing has withstood and the thousands of trains and the millions of tons of cargo that has crossed it, and she’s still standing just as strong as it was 120 years ago. I bet most people never give that bridge a second glance, if they even look at it once, as they drive across the hospital bridge, but I do.”
The bridge’s beginnings trace to 1886 when the Mason City and Fort Dodge Railway began construction on a 72-mile line between the two cities. The route served as a diagonal railroad in an area otherwise dominated by a gridline rail network. It was expanded in 1903 when another 133 miles was built towards Council Bluffs. The line served as the quickest way between Mason City and Council Bluffs.
The Mason City & Fort Dodge Line was merged into the Chicago Great Western Railway in 1941. The rail line’s last passenger train ran from Omaha, through Fort Dodge, to St. Paul, Minnesota., on Sept. 29, 1965. Three years later, the Chicago Great Western Railway merged into the Chicago & North Western Railway on July 1, 1968. The Chicago and North Western Railway was acquired by the Union Pacific Railroad on June 23, 1995.
The rationale for construction of the High Bridge was to avoid the large grades that would otherwise be required in Fort Dodge.
Construction began in 1902 with the American Bridge Co. of New York in charge of building the superstructure, Bates and Rogers Construction Co. of Chicago the substructure, Kelly-Atkinson Construction Co of Chicago with its erection, and H.C. Keith serving as chief engineer.
“Not a single life lost” in the construction process, according to a railroad historical brochure distributed to the public. “Most serious accident was a smashed finger.”
The bridge was considered a significant engineering achievement. The west approach consists of 11 spans, resting on large steel towers, and is an uphill climb. The east approach consists of 19 spans of the same design.
The four main spans of the bridge are massive Baltimore Deck Trusses, significant as a relatively uncommon truss design and aesthetically pleasing due to the complex geometry. These trusses consist of seven panels each, with pinned connections. The system of main spans is flanked on each end by an extremely long series of deck plate girder spans supported by steel bents of a design that are sometimes called “towers” on similar large high-level railroad bridges.
Another unique piece of the bridge is the towers on which the trusses sit. These towers rest on large stone piers below. The approach towers rest on simple stone bases.
Heddinger said that during World War II, Great Western ran passenger trains across the bridge on a daily basis between Chicago and Omaha, and also ran military troop trains as needed.
Only freight trains cross the bridge now — carrying corn, soybeans, ethanol and dried distiller grains — but Heddinger recalls the Union Pacific program called Operation Life Saver, begun in the early 1970s to promote rail safety, especially at rail crossings, that included passenger cars.
“There were fancy passenger cars and we would give free rides to the public to promote how important it is to be alert at crossings,” he said. “We would stop in the middle of the bridge to give passengers a view from both sides of the train.”
That view if you look downward is not recommended for those with a fear of heights. While Heddinger never knew of any engineers who refused to take a train over the High Bridge, he said “I knew one, back in the early ’70s, who was genuinely scared of it and never looked out the windows of the locomotive.”
Any portfolio of photos of Fort Dodge is sure to include the High Bridge. Mention it to most anyone who has lived in the city and they are likely to have a story to tell. Recalled Fort Dodge native Dennis Spurlin, who now lives in Madison, Wisconsin:
“My dad (Ed Spurlin) was supervisor of the Fort Dodge Sanitation Department for many years in the ’50s, ’60s and ’70s,” Spurlin said. “He would go under the bridge frequently when he went to the landfill, which was out in Coleman District. One morning he was really shaken when he looked up and a body was hanging about 25 feet below the bridge in the middle of 11th Avenue Southwest. He came home and called the police (no cell phones in those days). The police raced to the bridge to retrieve the body and investigate the crime. They found that someone had ‘hung’ a life-sized dummy off the bridge. In this case, the dummy won!”
Bob Lentsch recalled that “when we were kids, we used to walk across it to get to Oleson Park from the Westside. If a train was coming, you had to make it to one of the step offs or beat the train to the other side. Pretty hard to do.”
Dale Hearn, who has photographed the bridge dozens of times, including the photo used with this article, said his grandmother, Sigrid Hearn, instilled a love of railroads in her kids and grandkids. Hearn worked as a lineman for Iowa Illinois Gas & Electric (later, MidAmerican Energy) for 35 years before retiring in 2009.
“Grandmother lived in the Flats below the Karl King Bridge, down the street about 10 blocks from the High Bridge,” he said. “I watched trains go over that bridge from the time I was in kindergarten. We kids would sit in her yard among the plum trees and look down the street and see part of the bridge. When I was a teenager, I got a chance to ride with the switch crews dozens of times.”
It is illegal to go walk onto the bridge and there are signs posted by Union Pacific on both ends of the bridge that say: “Private Property — No Trespassing.”
“My favorite memory is always getting to the other end,” Heddinger said with a laugh, adding, “but I was never scared to go over it. When you’re in a train up on the middle of the bridge, it’s a beautiful view looking over horizons, at the city of Fort Dodge and looking down river.
“It’s impressive, so many things about it, when they built it, the equipment they had back then, the craftsmanship and design that went into it, the fact it is still in operation today after all those years.”
by Paul Stevens April 1, 2023
Late in the 19th Century, 18-year-old Thorvald Eastvedt boarded a ship in his native Norway and crossed the Atlantic Ocean to immigrate to the United States, where he took a train from New York to Minneapolis and made his way to Fort Dodge to begin a new life.
Well over a century later, as part of a sailing excursion around the globe, his grandson Frank Larsen landed his 53-foot sailboat Sweet Dream in Brevik, Norway, to meet family members and tour the farm where his grandfather once lived.
“When we went in and anchored where granddad was born, it was so neat,” said Larsen, a third-generation Fort Dodge native who was accompanied on the 2016 journey by his now-wife Laura Larsen. “We were embraced by our relatives. They were so amazed that we had sailed from America. No USA-flagged sailing boat had ever visited there before.”
Added Laura: “Frank’s brother David Larsen flew in and joined us for the discovery of the ancestral farm, and the wonderful local folks connected us with a third cousin of Frank and Dave’s who chauffeured us all over the countryside showing us the farm Thorvald had grown up on, the bay where he had swum as a boy, and the church and graveyard in Eidanger where many relatives were resting.”
The Larsen family had come full circle – thanks to the adventurous spirit of Frank “Lars” Larsen, who emerged from the sadness of the death of his first wife Cathy to sell his businesses in Utah and begin a quest to sail around the world. Together, Frank and Laura have sailed 84,000 miles, the equivalent of circling the globe almost four times.
The story of how the family settled in Fort Dodge began back on a farm where his grandfather grew up near Kien, Norway, on a hill on the east side of the Oslo Fjord – a location assigned the family by the King.
His grandfather’s family was poor, and he was the second son, and the farm could not support him, so he left home at 14 to attend pharmacy school at Moss, Norway. He immigrated to the United States in 1891. His name in Norway was Thorvald Eastvedt but upon arriving in New York, his name was changed to Thorvald Larsen. (His father’s first name was Lars, hence Larsen.) Arriving before Ellis Island was the clearinghouse for immigrants, he traveled to Minneapolis where at a job fair for immigrants, he held up a sign saying he wanted to be a pharmacist. The owner of Oleson Drug Co. of Fort Dodge, Olaf Oleson, also a native of Norway, spotted the sign, offered him a job and Larsen moved to Fort Dodge. After a couple years, Thorvald sent for his wife in Norway, named May. They had six children, five boys – Carl, Rolf, Bob, Harold and Frank - and a girl, Helen, who died of pneumonia at the age of 6.
Four of the five boys (with the exception of Carl) settled in Fort Dodge. Bob owned a lumberyard, Rolf worked as a pharmacist and became owner of Oleson Drug Co. (at Central and Eighth Street), and Harold and Frank became physicians – both Iowa medical school graduates who started a family practice after Navy service in World War II in the South Pacific.
When the war ended, Larsen’s father disembarked in Long Beach, Calif., in 1945 and met Dorothy Spencer, a California native, at an officers’ club dance. Two weeks later, they were married – and drove to Fort Dodge to begin a new life.
The Larsens had five children – Joyce, Frank, Dave, Nancy and Laura. Joyce Foss lives in Ripon, Wis.; Dave in Nevis, Minn.; Nancy Kainz in Austin, Texas, and Laura Eimers in Spring Branch, Texas. Laura lived in Fort Dodge until three years ago.
Frank Larsen graduated from Fort Dodge Senior High in 1969. He took part in wrestling, track and football and is lifelong friends with two from his class, Bruce Edmondson and Terry Goodman, and with Bruce Jochims, who was a year older.
After two years at Cornell College, he transferred to Iowa and in 1973 earned a bachelor’s degree in industrial engineering. Before his senior year, he married Cathy Kinney of Hinsdale, Ill., whom he met at Cornell. He later earned a master’s at Iowa State University.
Frank and Cathy moved to Cedar Rapids when he was hired in early 1974 by Collins Radio (which soon became Rockwell Collins). A highlight of his early career was a one-year assignment to Yugoslavia to help develop the ARC 159 airborne transceiver that years later was used in the original Top Gun movie starring Tom Cruise.
There were five with the first name of Frank in his and Cathy’s families, and as a result, to keep them straight, he became “Lars” – a nickname he is known by to this day.
Frank and Cathy had two children – Mike and Katie. Mike lives in Houston with wife Jennifer and daughter Emily and works in real estate development. Katie lives in Evanston, Wyo., with husband Jerod Dent and they have four children: Damien, Kiersten, Tristen and Collin. Katie works in food service for the school system.
Larsen was transferred to Salt Lake City to become manager of the engineering department. The facility closed and he was offered a position in Atlanta, but Cathy was undergoing a kidney transplant at the time – she had had infant diabetes since childhood – and they didn’t want to leave Salt Lake City. He resigned and started a business, Tunex – an auto repair company that soon grew to five locations.
“I sold it when she died of kidney disease in 2012,” he said. “When Cathy passed away, after 39 years of marriage, I was lost. I just had to do something different that was all-encompassing After I went to work, I was consumed by my job, raising family. They were my life. For me, that dream was buying a boat. I went on the internet and shopped around and found a boat I liked in Seattle.”
Larsen’s first experience with sailing had been on a boat owned by Bob Merryman on Lake Okoboji; Merryman was the general manager of The Messenger. “He had a 35-foot day sailer that could really move. I was hooked,” said Larsen, who also in his youth had a hobby of building and sailing model sailboats.
Larsen moved to Washington State, bought the boat, a 45-foot Morgan which he named Sail La Vie – a play on the French term c’est la vie, or “that’s life” - and that became his home at a marina in Bremerton, Wash. When he met Laura Crowell, she was living on her own boat in the same marina and working at a local hospital as an X-Ray technician. They were introduced by a mutual friend and nine months later, in 2013, he made Laura an offer he hoped she could not refuse.
“Lars told me he had bought this boat to go sailing around the world,” Laura said, “and that he thought I’d be a very good crew and asked, would you come with me? My answer to that, I have a job, a boat, and my friends and family are here. His answer to that – A, quit your job; B, sell your boat; C, your friends and family can come visit us in exotic places. It took two months for me to consider this incredible offer before I said yes.”
Laura has three children: Rachel Crowell lives in Seattle with boyfriend Brad Nissen; Nathan Crowell lives in Waxhaw, N.C., with wife Anna Crowell and their daughter Ivy, 4 weeks old; and Paul Crowell lives in Troutman, N.C.
Before embarking on their journey around the world, Frank and Laura got a first taste of ocean sailing in June 2014 with a trip to Canada, circumventing Vancouver, Wash., and sailing the north Pacific Ocean.
“We decided once we survived that, hey, OK, let’s go around the world,” Laura said.
After installing water makers and solar panels on their boat, they took off in the fall of 2014 down the western U.S. coast, to Mexico, Costa Rica, then to the west side of Panama – embarking from Panama City on a 4,200-mile sail across the South Pacific to the Marquesas Islands, a group of volcanic islands in French Polynesia. The trip took 37 days.
“We sailed the boat 24 hours a day, we never stopped,” Larsen said. “Three hours on, three hours off – we took turns doing that, 24 hours a day. It takes about 56 hours to get in the rhythm.”
Then they were off again and when they reached the Fiji Islands, they had a Larsen family reunion “in a very primitive part of the world,” Larsen said. They sailed on to New Zealand and when they hit a bad storm, they decided that a 45-foot sailboat was too small for the task. They spent six months in New Zealand.
He sold Sail La Vie and flew to Spain where he bought a 53-foot sailboat named Sweet Dream in Denia, Spain, and then sailed the Mediterranean, the Baltic and landed in Brevik, Norway, where Larsen’s brother Dave flew to join them at their grandfather’s birthplace.
In all, Frank and Laura have sailed to 115 different Islands in 45 separate countries and 9 U.S. states. Their Top 12 favorites: the Galápagos Islands; Tangier, Morocco; Moorea, French Polynesia; Musket Cove, Fiji; Magnetic Island, Australia; Whangarie, New Zealand; Cocos Keeling (island in Indian Ocean); Capetown, South Africa; Oslo, Norway; Saint Barthes (in the Caribbean); Calle Volpe, Sardinia, and Ibizia, Spain.
“The perils of life on a boat are not like it seems,” Larsen said. “We had a SAT system so mid-day I’d download weather files, making course corrections as needed. Remember, we’re sailing, so wind is a good thing. We did run into some nasty situations, but the key was reducing sail in response to conditions.
“The technical nature of sailing I find quite stimulating. With trimming sails, navigation, weather, making water and keeping the boat ship shape, life is never boring. An added benefit is the beautiful places we were able to visit.
“Water is critical, your most important commodity. We ran the water maker every other day for two hours. We ate fish at least four days a week. Catching fish in the open ocean isn’t a problem, the issue is size. We used a smaller cedar plug that yielded about the right size fish.”
The Larsens have since sailed the Atlantic Ocean three times and lived on a boat from 2014 until 2020, when they left Seattle to buy a home in Punta Gorda, Fla. They sailed 65,000 miles on Sweet Dream before selling the boat in January 2022.
After Larsen had a stroke a year ago, they came up with a new plan and last December he bought a 50-foot trawler, the Freyja, a Norseman 480 semi-displacement boat which has a 10-foot sailing dinghy, named Laura, tied to her back. Their plan is to one day purchase a 30-foot day sailing boat.
“Sailors’ plans are written in sand at low tide.” Larsen said. “Up to 10 months ago, I’d have said something different than I would today. The stroke didn’t affect my motor skills. It was a very small one and I’m still in the recovery stage. I plan on boating, but I also need to see how I recover.”
“This March, we start the Great American Loop,” Larsen said, “up the east coast, through the lock system to the Great Lakes, cruise the Great Lakes in the summer, then on the Illinois River in the fall, head into the Mississippi River into Tennessee, cut over across Tennessee and Alabama, and then down the west coast of Florida. Home by Thanksgiving. In all, 5,500 miles.”
Said Laura, who married Larsen in March 2021 on the dinner cruise boat Marco Island Princess: “I used to tell my patients – Lars got a second chance, and I am very blessed that he asked me to crew for him.”
Larsen’s lifelong friend and classmate Terry Goodman, a stage and screen actor who lives in Utah, believes his friend’s story could make a movie script: “I think this is a story of dealing with grief that so many people experience and finding love again … that it’s out there and that if you want it, it’s possible. Theirs is a lovely story.”
The Kiki Dee Band may not have known of Melanie Rosales when it sang “I’ve Got the Music in Me,” but its 1974 hit song could have well been written just for her.
When she was growing up in Kalo, a small town between Otho and Coalville, “My parents always had music going in the house – all kinds,” recalled Rosales. “Dad had Mexican stuff going, mom was into country, rock, Broadway. I knew I was obsessed by the age of 4 or 5.
“I was born with a good ear, an open musical mind, and God-given pitch. Pitch is the gift. The rest can be learned and practiced. Never ever wanted to do anything else! It never occurred to me. Whether a blessing or a curse, when I graduated from high school, I just knew I was going to be singing. It was not even an issue.”
Like a verse from the song says:
Some say that life is a circle But that ain't the way that I found it Gonna move in a straight line Keeping my feet firmly on the ground
Rosales’ “straight line” took her from Fort Dodge to Minneapolis, where during the 1980s and 1990s she sang with many of the bands that did the real 'hard gig" work of the Minneapolis rock and blues scene, including the Doug Maynard Band, T C Jammers, Lamont Cranston and Lipps Inc. of "Funkytown" fame. Rosales said she and her close group of friends - writers, players and singers - formed the core of each of these bands.
In the process she earned four Minnesota Music Awards for Best Female Vocalist. In 1984 she had a Billboard Dance Chart leading single "Addicted to the Night", with Lipps Inc. which then crossed over to the R & B charts. In 1985, her single "What You Really Want" written by Jerry Williams, was one of the Billboard top picks.
Singing with the T C Jammers, she took part in a Department of Defense tour for servicemen and servicewomen in Europe and the Azores. Rosales sang many musical jingles for companies that included Dillards, Great Clips, Hormel, Taco Bell, Land O’ Lakes, Phillips 66, McDonalds, SuperAmerica and Arby’s.
Today, she and her husband Charles “Charlie” Underbrink – a fellow member of the Fort Dodge Senior High Class of 1973 (“he was the basketball star, I was the band geek”) – split their time between homes in Park City, Utah, and Crosslake, Minn. Their daughter Piper Underbrink, 30, is a winemaker and viticulturist who owns Prive Vineyard and Winery in Newberg, Ore. She is engaged to be married next August.
And the music - well it’s still in her.
“I sing in the summer, I do at least a couple jobs every summer,” Rosales said. “There’s a really nice show venue called Crooners in Minneapolis, it’s like the old supper clubs. I did one country show with Men of Country, doing some of Loretta Lynn’s stuff, for a couple nights last summer in Minneapolis. They’re just enough to see my old friends, rehearse, laugh, carry on, and pretend like I’m 20 again.”
Keith Brown, who said Rosales has been nominated to the Iowa Rock ‘N Roll Music Association Hall of Fame where, if elected, she would join him and others from Fort Dodge, is a longtime friend who was two years ahead of her at FDSH.
“Fort Dodge has produced many great singers, songwriters and musicians but at the very top, in rarified air is where you’ll find Melanie. She’s the ‘Jewel of Fort Dodge’,” he said. “Melanie has forged her path with determination, hard work and massive talent.
“When Bonnie Raitt performed in Minneapolis last year to a sold-out crowd, she stopped 4 times to tell the crowd how lucky they were to have Melanie in their city. Pretty good recommendation, I’d say.”
In the liner notes for Rosales’ first record, Raitt wrote: "I've loved Mel's sexy, soulful voice for years and the range she's shown on her new record of terrific songs just proves her depth. Her production chops just keep getting better."
Rosales is the youngest daughter of Dolly and Ralph Rosales. Her dad, known as Rosy, operated Rosy’s Tire Service in the Crossroads Mall area. Her parents met after he returned from World War II. “My dad was born in Coffeyville, Kan., and came to Iowa because his dad, my grandfather, got a job working on the railway system in Fort Dodge,” Rosales said. Her grandfather, Lorenzo Morales, immigrated to the United States from Mexico.
Her mother and father each came from families of seven. Three of her father’s sisters survive - Shirley Nelson and Fran Rosales of Fort Dodge and Angie Fair in California. The surviving member of her mother’s family is Dr. Larry Dunscombe of Humboldt.
Rosales and her two sisters, Vicki and Kristi, were born in Fort Dodge and grew up in Kalo. Her mother worked as a beautician and today, at 92, lives in Cocoa Beach, Fla. “She’s into social media – Facebook, TikTok, Instagram - and is still driving.” Rosales’ father died about 8 years ago. Both of her sisters also live in Florida. Vicki is married to Larry Chase, who is from Otho, and they live in Rockledge with their sons Brett and Nathan. Kristi is married to Tim Abbott, who is also from Fort Dodge, and they live in Cocoa Beach with their son Ian. “Both of my sisters used to sing all the time, never professionally, but we always sang together and had fun! They both have great voices.”
“My parents were the most influential people in my career and musical path,” Rosales said. “They both equally fed my love of all types of music and never once uttered the dreaded ... When will get a real job? I had started begging them for a piano around third grade and took lessons every week until I finished my senior year.”
Rosales began singing rock, country and blues when she was 8 years old and has been perfecting her own brand of hard-driving, soulful, contemporary R & B and country sound ever since. She was given a baritone ukulele when she was 10 and played it solo for weddings, funerals and other functions.
She started getting paid for performances when she joined the Fort Dodge band Dale and The DevonAires. “Dad knew Dale Black and told him, my daughter sings, and lo and behold, I signed with them when I was 12. I would join them at a venue to sing a set of songs – one of them, ‘Stand by Your Man’. Lots of country. My dad would take me and stay there while I sang.”
One of her most memorable gigs came when she was asked to sing at a wedding near Gilmore City. “I was 16, had a car, and got caught in a freakish Iowa snowstorm. I got as far as my aunt and uncle’s farm in Gilmore City. I got in the house and called to say I was stranded. ‘Stay right there, we know where the Niemeyer farm is,’ they told me. Soon a sheriff arrived in a snowmobile and took me and my guitar to the wedding.”
The family moved into Fort Dodge, to a home on South 15th Street, when Rosales was in the seventh grade. In high school, she sang in a jazz band, The Fort Dodge Big Band, with John Groethe and Ralph Drollinger. (Groethe taught instrumental music at FDSH and Drollinger taught music at Manson High School.) She took part in high school choruses, “but not a lot of theater stuff because I was always working on weekends. It was fun – with Dale, we’d sing all country, and with the jazz group, all jazz standards. I loved it all. I got to perform for Gail Niceswanger – I loved him as a director. Fort Dodge is not a huge town, it’s a working town, but it always had exceptional art and music instructors.”
Rosales attended Iowa Central Community College from 1973-75. She sang alto as one of the 20 members of the Iowa Central Singers under J. Eugene McKinley and upon graduation, she was the soloist with the Easy Street band – composed of Neil Isaacson of Webster City, Rusty Larson of Eagle Grove and Kim Laird of Moline, Ill.
“We did the Holiday Inn and Ramada Inn circuits, including Florida and up the coast, for the next two years,” she said. “I met Olivia Newton John’s bass player at a Holiday Inn in suburban Minneapolis and he told me, ‘You’re a good singer and you should think of moving to Minneapolis.’ So, I went up and auditioned - and immediately became a waitress. I worked at O’Connell’s Pub in St. Paul, owned by two brothers, and told them, ‘I’m really a singer.’ Finally, I joined a band and got some jobs. Then everything just started happening.
“Total steady work forever…bar work and bands, six nights a week, sometimes seven. I could not do it now. I started getting jingle work – I would sing jingles during the day, then sing with bands at night. I opened for Bonnie Raitt, B.B. King, Taj Mahal many times, and I’ll never forget opening for Muddy Waters at the Union Bar in Minneapolis. It was just mind blowing.”
Although she has performed before audiences since she was 8 years old, Rosales said she still gets stage fright: “Always have, probably always will. My best friend, (Twin Cities performer) Bobby Vandell, once told me to get comfortable with your surroundings and stage for the night, look around, and BREATH! Breathing really really really works. It can calm your pounding heart. Can’t really sing with a pounding heart!”
She was performing at a Minneapolis bar when she “re-met” Charlie Underbrink, whom she had not seen since high school. The son of Earl Underbrink, once president of the First National Bank of Fort Dodge, he worked as an attorney at the time, later got into the investment business and is now a private investor.
“He came to see one of my shows and afterward, he said, ‘You remember me?’ and we started visiting,” she said. “We had both married at about the same time; his marriage went awry; my marriage went awry. We were just friends for another year before we started dating, when we were in our upper 30s.”
They were married Feb. 24, 1987, on a cruise ship, The Big Red Boat – “Married at sea while heading to the Bahamas surrounded by close family on both sides. It was a gas!”
Brown said he and his wife visited Melanie and Charlie at their Crosslake home last summer.
“We engaged in laughter, song and a taste of Charlie’s amazing bourbon catch,” he said. “Melanie engages in all musical styles, R&B, Rock, Country, Jazz with the same desire…to be the best and she always is. As Julie and I were preparing to leave, Stevie Nicks’ keyboardist Ricky Peterson was pulling in for the weekend…yep!…and he’s Melanie’s longtime friend.
“Minnesota loves to claim Melanie as their own, but Charlie and Melanie are truly ‘Iowa Nice’ and ‘Dodger Proud’!”
Asked what music means to her, Rosales replied: “EVERYTHING! Simply everything. It directed my life from the beginning. It can soothe a crying baby, silence a howling wolf, make people get up and move, provide comfort during deep sorrow, change attitudes, open minds, make you laugh! It’s very trite I know ... but music truly is the universal language.it is the great UNITER!
“I hope I have been able to touch people throughout the years to bring moments of happiness to them with my music. I could never ever give back everything that music has given to me in my lifetime.”
From the time she was afflicted with polio at the age of 4, Alyce Moss Flaherty needed crutches and a leg brace to go about what would become her life’s mission – bringing light and love to all she met.
She was armed with an indefatigable spirit and a beautiful smile that lit up any room she entered – and her’s well could have been the smile that Tony Bennett sang of in his hit song of the ’60s that began:
The shadow of your smile When you are gone Will color all my dreams And light the dawn.
“What will she be most remembered for? I think it would be her smile,” said her husband, Mick Flaherty. “She always had a beautiful smile on her face. She was the kindest person. She’d want to get to know you. She was interested in people. When the time came for her to be cared for by hospice, she had the nicest smile on her face for all the hospice people who cared for her. They prayed for her, but she was also praying for them.”
When Alyce died Jan. 31 at the age of 75, it was not polio that took her. It was breast cancer diagnosed in March 2022 that aggressively spread throughout her body. She passed away at Friendship Haven’s Simpson Health Center and hadn’t been able to walk since entering there in December.
Her daughter, Lisa Reisner, was with her on that Tuesday night when she took her last breath. Just days earlier, doctors gave Alyce and Mick and their family the news that she had only a matter of days. That night, many of the family were attending a St. Edmond Middle School basketball game in which Alyce’s grandson, Griffin Laufersweiler, was participating.
“Doctors told us Saturday night she was transitioning,” said daughter Susan Laufersweiler. “I think she didn’t want to do it (die) in front of all of us. Sure enough, Lisa was with her and we got a phone call from her right after the game ended. We got there minutes later, but she was gone. I know mom waited, she didn’t want any of us to miss the game.”
Lisa said she kept reminding her mother “how important she was” and believes she is reunited in heaven with Alyce and Mick’s son, Tim, who died suddenly in September 2021 at the age of 50. “Fly high mom, run and dance with God, Tim, your parents, in-laws and friends.
“My beautiful mother taught us so much and always instilled in us humility, not thinking less of yourself but yourself less. She lived a life of strength, perseverance and faith. She lived her life for others as a wife, mother, grandmother and friend. She was everyone’s biggest champion. If you had the pleasure to know her, she rooted for you.”
In his homily at Alyce’s funeral service at Holy Trinity Catholic Church, Msgr. Kevin McCoy couldn’t have picked a better Scripture verse to begin with than that from II Timothy 4: 6-8 16-18:
“St. Paul says, ‘The time of my dissolution is near. I have fought the good fight, I have finished the race, I have kept the faith.’ No truer words could be said of your wife, mother, grandmother, a sister and our friend, Alyce Angeline Flaherty.”
The race and the good fight for Alyce Angeline Moss Flaherty began in Inglewood, California, when she was born April 22, 1947, to Kay and Chester Moss. She had an older brother, Dick, and a younger sister, Linda. Their grandfather, Tom Moss, who owned a farm in southwest Missouri, lived with them in the Los Angeles suburb.
Dick Moss, who lives in Joplin, Missouri, said he still remembers the day in 1951 that changed the family’s lives.
“Mom and dad and Alyce, Linda and I had gone to visit a nephew of dad’s in Tolleson, Arizona (a suburb of Phoenix),” he said. “We traveled from there to Mexico to a place called Rocky Point, played on the beach for a few days, and returned to Tolleson. Alyce was sitting on the couch one night with her right leg underneath her and when it was time to go, she tried to get up and walk but she just couldn’t. That night, the pain got so bad that we took her to a hospital in Phoenix. She was immediately placed into an iron lung; she was paralyzed from the neck down.”
The polio that struck her so suddenly is a highly infectious disease, mostly affecting young children, that attacks the nervous system and can lead to spinal and respiratory paralysis, and in some cases death. It would be several years before Dr. Jonas Salk developed a vaccine that would help lead to near eradication of the disease today.
Alyce stayed in the hospital until she was strong enough that she did not need the iron lung, an artificial respirator invented for treatment of polio patients. She eventually returned to her family in California, undergoing many operations on her legs.
Recalled her sister Linda Moss, who lives in San Miguel de Allende, Mexico: “She was in a hospital, and Dick and I were not allowed to visit Alyce in the polio ward. At some point Alyce had recovered enough that she could come home wearing braces on both legs and on crutches. I am sure this situation was traumatic for our parents and changed their lives in many ways.
“My dad would get up before going to work and do physical therapy with Alyce every morning. They always told her that she could do anything, and their love and commitment certainly helped her achieve a beautiful life. I also think her positive attitude was something she was born with; it was in her being and who she always was. I know that Dick and I always tried to create games that she could participate in whether she was in a wagon being pulled outdoors, etc. Dick being the oldest was the one that was creative in the games we played. Even as a young child she was always determined and had a smile on her face.
“Our mother loved her and never gave up on her and was the one who taught her to sew, cook, take her to piano lessons. It was a team effort with different roles for each of them, but they always supported her efforts to do what she wanted and to never give up.”
In 1954, Alyce’s grandfather prevailed on her father to sell his tire, battery and accessory business and move to Missouri where her grandfather owned a farm 15 miles east of Joplin. Their dad farmed the land and their mom taught at a rural school. The children first attended a rural one-room school, 32 students in six grades.
“Alyce participated in all the sports including baseball,” Linda said. “One of the best batters would hit for her and she would run the bases on her crutches. I used to get jealous that she would get picked before me to be on a team and I did mention this to her when I visited her for the last time.”
Linda recalled that when the family was in Los Angeles, Easterseals asked her parents if Alyce could be the face on its brochures, “but they said no, they did not want Alyce to have that type of publicity. Again, the polio was not a handicap but just a physical limitation that she would need to deal with and that’s how they wanted her to think of herself.”
The three Moss children attended McAuley Catholic High School in Joplin. Alyce learned to drive – using her left foot for the brake and accelerator pedals – and drove with her sister to school each day from their home near Carthage. In her senior year, Alyce was voted Miss Merry Christmas to represent McAuley in the Joplin Christmas parade.
“She was the perfect person for that honor with her beautiful smile and kindness,” Linda said.
Alyce learned to sew when she was seven and was told she would never be able to operate an electric sewing machine. She proved them wrong and made all of her clothes through high school. She was active in 4-H and was elected one summer with two other girls to attend the 4-H citizenship course in Washington, D.C.
Alyce decided she wanted to be a nurse and in an interview with The Joplin Globe when she was in high school, she told why: “I guess it is because I have spent so much of my life in hospitals.” The reporter asked, wouldn’t hospitals be the last place she would want to be? She replied, “It just doesn’t seem to work that way with me. It kept making me realize how much I could help others if I were only a nurse.”
After graduating from McAuley in 1965, she was accepted at St. Catherine’s School of Nursing in Omaha and was valedictorian of her class and student nurse of the year. Alyce was working at Bergan Mercy Hospital in Omaha as a pediatric nurse when she met Mick Flaherty, a St. Edmond graduate, at a party.
“We hit it off,” Flaherty said.
They were married April 4, 1970. After graduating from Creighton, Flaherty began work at Central Life Services in Omaha before they decided to move to Fort Dodge when their firstborn Tim was on the way. He went to work with his father, John Flaherty, at the Flaherty Insurance Agency under the Central Life umbrella. Alyce later became office administrator for the agency, serving in that role for 21 years.
They settled into Fort Dodge and had five children: Tim, who was the HyVee director in Fort Dodge when he died, married to Jodi with children Shannon, Sean, Katie and Maggie; Krysi, a massage therapist in Eugene, Oregeon.; Lisa Reisner, a reading instructor at Duncombe Elementary in Fort Dodge, married to Ryan with their children McKenzie and Calahan; Susan Laufersweiler, development director at St. Edmond and Holy Trinity Parish, married to Mark with children JT, Griffin and Josie; and Amy White, a second-grade teacher in Altoona, married to Adam with children Kaleb, Kennedy and Caroline.
One of Alyce’s best friends was Mary Larson, who was volunteer coordinator for UnityPoint Hospice from 2003-2022. Alyce was honored as Hospice Volunteer of the Year in 2014.
“It was a gift that I was given to meet people like Alyce,” Larson said. “She was a beautiful person, inside and out. She is the person I admired most in my life. She was just a wonderful, kind person, wonderful with patients and other volunteers and staff, treating everybody with respect. I just learned a lot from her about life.”
Beyond her hospice work, Alyce was active with her church. She and Mick received the Spirit of St. Edmond Family Award in 2012. She was part of Monican Mothers, served on the library board, was a bookstore volunteer, a Girl Scout Leader, a church greeter, a Sunday School leader and a member of 100 Women Who Care.
She was a huge fan of her grandchildren and was there to support them for every game, musical, concert or meet; she loved to play cards and games, work on puzzles, bake, and she enjoyed traveling, family vacations and summer times with her family at Twin Lakes.
“She made us all clothes,” Susan Laufersweiler said, “and every year she made pajamas for each grandkid for Christmas. She also cross stitched. She helped make curtains for our houses and mended everyone’s clothes. Msgr. McCoy said she was probably up there mending the angels’ wings, as she often helped mend clothes for him and the other priests.
“She was strong, she never let her it (her disability) get her down. When she played Duck Duck Goose with her grandkids, she’d tap them on the head with her crutch. She didn’t view herself as handicapped at all. She persevered through everything, and she taught us to persevere. You tell me I can’t do that, I’ll show you I can. We all have that strength.
“Mom was tough as nails and didn’t let anything stop her from doing the important things like going to the kids’ activities. Something that got her upset was when we tried to help out and do something for her. She was very independent and knew how she could achieve her mission. When we tried to help her, we usually got in the way.”
As her time on earth neared, Alyce continued to pray for others – including Father Lynn Bruch, a former priest in Fort Dodge, who is battling Parkinson’s disease. He came to Fort Dodge from his home in Manson to be concelebrant at her funeral.
Her brother and sister came to visit her from Joplin and Mexico as her life neared its end.
“It was a beautiful experience to be with her family,” Linda Moss said. “She always had family around 24/7 and was surrounded by love. The family would say prayers, sing or play her favorite songs and talk to her about her grandchildren and what they were doing that day or week.”
Alyce told her brother Dick before he left, “I just want you to know I’m fine, I’m at peace with this, don’t worry about me…”
Paul Stevens
If Trivial Pursuit ever invented a game involving facts about St. Edmond High School, you’d want your partner to be Pat Hassett. You couldn’t lose.
Hassett, a member of the Class of 1960, has been chronicling the history of the Catholic high school for 45 years, operating from a first-floor office off the school library called the Alumni Room – stuffed full of all kinds of items relating to the school.
If there was such a Trivial Pursuit game, here are some questions that might be posed. Go to the bottom of this article for the answers. No peeking!
Who is St. Edmond named for?
What is the origin of the school’s mascot and nickname, Gaels?
Who was the school’s first homecoming queen and what year?
What was the first St. Edmond school play?
When did girls begin wearing uniforms – gray wool blazer and skirt?
When did a St. Edmond athletic team win the school’s first state championship? In what sport, and as a bonus, who was the all-state player that led the Gaels?
Who holds the boys’ basketball school record for most points in one game, and what year?
What year did sanctioned girls’ sports begin? In what sport?
What year did St. Edmond and Fort Dodge Senior High hold their homecoming parade together?
And then here is a question this member of the Class of 1964 posted to Pat: Why does she volunteer and what does she get from it all?
“St. Edmond is my family. And they’ve always been good to my own family. I’ve always liked sports and liked kids and love to be close to the kids” said Hassett, who has been a second-grade helper for the past 17 years, currently working with Ann Knobbe’s class.
“I have no children, so my St. Edmond children are my children. I always say that I now have 385 grandchildren – the number of children in the second-grade classes I’ve helped with since the 2005-06 school year. Almost all the kids call me Grandma Pat.”
“Grandma Pat” is part of the fabric of the high school that has graduated 5,856 students over its history. Today, the original building has been expanded to accommodate all grades – from preschool through senior high school. And it’s right next door to Holy Trinity Catholic Church.
“I personally would say Pat bleeds green,” said Susan Laufersweiler, director of development for St. Edmond Catholic Schools. “She is a true historian of our school. We are so fortunate that she dedicates so much of her time to documenting and keeping up with the history of this school.
“She is the biggest Gael fan as she attends almost every game our students play to cheer them on to victory. She loves to volunteer in the second-grade room and even had a shirt made that says ‘Name, Number, Date’ to help kids remember to put their headings on their papers.”
Hassett was a Valentine’s Day baby, born Feb. 14, 1942, at a hospital in Detroit to Robert and Anna Marie Hassett. Her father was an agent for New York Life Insurance. The family moved to Sloan, Iowa, when she was in kindergarten and then to Fort Dodge in 1955 when her dad joined Lee Oester in a New York Life Insurance agency. The Hassetts had six children at the time – Micki, Pat, Bob, Rusty, Jim and Dick. A seventh, Joe, joined them in late 1955 when he was born at Fort Dodge’s Mercy Hospital.
The family’s move to Fort Dodge came in the same year that St. Edmond High School opened, when long-standing high schools at Corpus Christi and Sacred Heart merged to offer classes in a newly constructed building at 501 N. 22nd St.
All seven Hassett children graduated from St. Edmond – Micki in 1958, Pat in 1960, Bob in 1961, Rusty in 1963, Jim in 1966, Dick in 1970 and Joe in 1974. (Today, three are deceased – Micki, Jim and Joe.)
Pat Hassett worked at Fantles department store while attending high school. After graduation, she joined a friend in attending classes at AIB College of Business in Des Moines. She took business courses and graduated in nine months, then returned to Fort Dodge where she was hired by Fort Dodge Labs, working there from 1962 to 1966.
She moved to Minneapolis and was with First National Bank when she got a call from Don Perry, manager of Fantles, asking if she would return to Fort Dodge to help start up a Fantles store in the new Crossroads Mall. She worked there part-time for two years before joining Iowa-Illinois Gas and Electric as a bookkeeper, then a teller, from 1968 to 1992. Hassett joined the City of Fort Dodge Water Department in 1993 as a billing clerk and worked there until retiring in 2004.
Hassett started as a second-grade helper in 2005, but she had long been active with Catholic schools from the time she started as an eighth grader at Corpus Christi when her family moved to Fort Dodge. Her efforts earned her the distinction of being the first recipient of the Spirit of St. Edmond Alumni Award in 1994.
“Everyone loves Grandma Pat,” said Tabitha Acree, principal for pre-kindergarten through grade 8. “She supports ALL students, but particularly our second-grade students who are getting ready for their sacraments. Grandma Pat is known for giving a $2 bill to students. Both my boys still have theirs and they are in their 20s.
“Grandma Pat is known for school spirit and attends assemblies, sporting events, school masses, etc. She encourages everyone to stand during our school song and is one of the biggest fans for our students. Grandma Pat spends countless hours documenting our school events (which helps staff and coaches). She keeps our alumni room updated. You can always go there to learn about the history of our school.”
The genesis for Hassett’s historical work came in 1977 when a friend asked her if a list existed of all the graduates of St. Edmond. She typed in names from yearbooks and then found their addresses at the time they were attending school. Sister Dominic Church worked with her on the project.
Hassett had always been saving clippings involving St. Edmond students, but it was when custodian Skip Ostrander rescued boxes of clippings that were about to be thrown out that her work as school historian intensified.
“We are so lucky he saved them for us,” she said.
She started organizing the clippings in binders by years and activities. She has a filing system that she uses to keep track of the current year at the same time as organizing materials from past years. One of her binders contains all the historical firsts for the school.
She estimates that she has 5,000 newspaper clippings, placed in folders for each of the 67 years of the high school’s existence. In the Alumni Room, you can find photos, every high school yearbook, many middle school yearbooks, sports books, VHS tapes of musicals, Tri Crown newspapers, Sharing the Spirit magazines, trophies, letter jackets, and much, much more.
“All the time, people ask me a question,” she said. “I’ll write it down and tell them I’ll get back to them. Once in a while, people will email me. I get back to them as quickly as I can.”
She welcomes donations of any materials relating to the school. They can be dropped off at the Development Office. Her phone is 515-570-7373 and her email – hamp@frontiernet.net.
“I like finding answers for sports or St. Edmond questions,” Hassett said. “I get to know the kids and parents that way. Most of the time when someone asks me something, I will ask the teachers or coaches and most of the time I get some kind of answer. Sometimes they will show me how to get the answers on Google.
“I hope when I’m gone someone will keep it going. I have been at St. Edmond since the school opened and hope to be with them for many more years.”
Who is St. Edmond named for?
Answer: Bishop Edmond Heelan, once bishop of the Sioux City Diocese, and St. Edmond of England, an Anglo king of the 4th Century.
What is the origin of the school’s mascot and nickname, Gael?
Answer: Gael was an Irish warrior. When the high school opened, it held a contest for a school nickname; from a list of 100 entries, senior Karen Coleman was the winner and received a $25 savings bond.
Who was the school’s first homecoming queen and what year?
Answer: Angie Tornabane, 1955.
What was the peak enrollment year for a St. Edmond senior class?
Answer: Senior class of 1968-69, 166 members. (Note: the first senior class of 1955-56 had 69 members and the most recent graduating senior class of 2021-22 had 45 members.)
What was the first St. Edmond school play?
Answer: “Special Delivery.”
When did girls begin wearing uniforms – gray wool blazer and skirt?
Answer: 1961-62.
When did a St. Edmond athletic team win the school’s first state championship? In what sport, and as a bonus, who was the all-state player that led the Gaels?
Answer: The 1999-2000 Gaels boys basketball team won the Iowa Class 2A title, led by guard Jack Brownlee who was Class 2A Player of the Year. The coach then was Adolph Kochendorfer.
Who holds the boys’ basketball school record for most points in one game, and what year?
Answer: John Anderson, Class of 1964, 50 points, against South Hamilton on Jan. 18, 1964. (NOTE: Anderson went on to star at the University of St. Thomas in St. Paul, Minn., where he rejoined St. Edmond teammate Dan Hansard, Class of 1963, who at 6-foot-10 is believed to be the tallest player ever to play at St. Edmond.)
What year did sanctioned girls’ sports begin at St. Edmond? In what sport?
Answer: Girls volleyball started in 1971, coached by Sue Koenitz. Two years later, girls’ 6-on-6 basketball began, coached by Keith Goedken.
What year did St. Edmond and Fort Dodge Senior High hold their homecoming parade together?
Answer: 2007.
-PAUL STEVENS
Life’s lessons learned on the baseball field at Dodger Stadium under the tutelage of iconic coach Ed McNeil have served Del Blankenhagen well in a career of education and military service.
Blankenhagen taught in the Fort Dodge Community School District for five years (where he was an assistant coach several years under McNeil), then worked as a principal and teacher in Wyoming for 11 years. He served in the U.S. Army for 35 years – 17 on active duty and 18 in the reserve – before retiring as a colonel.
Today, from his home in Newnan, Georgia, in suburban Atlanta, he reflects on how his twin careers and his life were impacted by McNeil, who coached at FDSH from the mid-1960s until 1990. McNeil died in 1991 after suffering a heart attack at the age of 61. One season later, the baseball field at Dodger Stadium was dedicated and formally named in his honor: Ed McNeil Field.
“Ed instilled a sense of teamwork in his ballplayers,” said Blankenhagen, an All-State second baseman for the Dodgers in 1968, his senior year. “That is an extremely beneficial life skill. Teamwork is present in any successful business and organization. Obviously when a sports team performs as a team as opposed to individuals, success usually follows. It’s no different in military operations. The more a squad, companies, battalions, etc. perform as a team, the more successful is the mission. Successful missions save lives and property.
“Ed was extremely organized. As a player, I liked that we were continually occupied with baseball skills and fundamentals in practice. We had hitting stations, pepper drills, infield grounder practice, and did situations. We were always occupied. This prepared us to be as successful as possible at game time. I used this type of format for my classroom as a teacher. I tried to keep my students creatively occupied with the time I had them. I put them in different learning stations: silent reading tables, diary writing station, math problem solving and puzzles. Being fully occupied created a good learning environment and consequently fewer discipline problems.
“Ed was always in charge. He created an environment with discipline that was fair and practical. You either abided by the rules or you didn’t play. As players, we had to look and act like athletes because we represented our family, school and city, made us want to play and win for the team. All off this helped shape us and prepared us for success in our future endeavors.”
When Blankenhagen coached under McNeil for several seasons, as head coach for junior varsity and third-base coach for the varsity, he saw a different side of McNeil “that he didn’t let us see as players.
“During that time, he allowed me to be my own coach, make mistakes and learn from them. As a principal and an officer in the military, I used those principles of teamwork, organization and discipline as the bedrock for supporting and improving my students, teachers, and soldiers.
”Blankenhagen recalled his last year as McNeil’s assistant when the Dodgers made the finals of the state tournament. As third-base coach, he waved a Dodger runner home from second after the batter hit a single. The runner was thrown out and the Dodgers eventually lost the game.
“In retrospect I should not have sent the runner,” he said. “Ball was hit hard and the outfielder had a good arm. I should have realized that but in my judgement, I felt he could make it. Ed took me aside and sternly asked why I sent him. I told him in my judgement I felt he could make it. Instead of chewing me out, he said “OK“. I think he wanted to know that I made a decision based on what I thought was right.”
None of this surprises Sharon McNeil, who was married to Ed for almost 35 years and lives in Fort Dodge. Her husband tried to teach far more than baseball skills, she said: He worked to impart life’s lessons, with one of the most fundamental ones: respect for others.
“He was very strict in what he believed in, and the kids respected him for that,” she said. “That’s what he believed in – to respect people, always listen with respect. He wanted his kids to live their life the right way, to respect life and respect people and to go out there and do the best you can.”
Said Blankenhagen: “I loved and respected the man a great deal. I think he had a lot of respect for me as well. It hurt when I heard that he died. I was supposed to be one of the pall bearers at his funeral, but I could not make it due to military obligations.”
Blankenhagen is the son of Erna and Delmar Blankenhagen, who met in Livermore when his dad was working a soda pop route and delivered to a gas station where his mother worked while helping her father. They had five children. Chuck Blankenhagen, the oldest, died in 2006 of a stroke at the age of 57; he pitched for McNeil while attending FDSH. Del was next-born, followed by sisters Debbie Johnson of Hudson; Cindie Archer of Smith Center, Kansas. and Cara Burke of Cedar Falls.
Baseball was part of Blankenhagen’s life from the age of 4 or 5. He was 13 when he joined the Fort Dodge Demons, coached by another Fort Dodge baseball legend, Jerry Patterson.
At FDSH, he played baseball, wrestled and ran track “but I was only proficient in baseball,” he said. He was voted to the first-team All-State Iowa baseball team in 1968 as a second baseman.
Blankenhagen attended Iowa Central Community College in 1968-1969, and played baseball. He moved to Buena Vista College (now University) from 1969-1972, majoring in education with a teacher’s certificate and playing baseball all three years. He was all-conference in 1971 and 1972 and was named an NAIA Little All American for his team’s region.
In 1970, he married Jerrilyn Maurer, who graduated from FDSH the previous year. They have three daughters – Kristy, Keri and Kelly. Kristy Hughett of Fort Dodge is married to Bill Hughett, with children Landon and Leah; Keri Finkenbinder of Lithia, Florida., is married to Brooke Finkenbinder, with children Haley and Hannah, and Kelly Blankenhagen Lopez of Gilbert, is married to Eric Lopez, with children Quinn and Caroline. Del and Jeri had two sons who are deceased – Delmer James (DJ) Blankenhagen and Kyle Allen Blankenhagen.
The military ties continue with two of his sons-in-law. Eric Lopez is an ROTC instructor and commander of the Air Force ROTC at Iowa State University in Ames. Brooke works as a contractor and is a Warrant Officer 4 in the Army Reserve specializing in information technology.
After graduation from Buena Vista, the Blankenhagens moved to West Des Moines where Del worked at the Woolco department store. They returned to Fort Dodge in 1974 when he was hired as a physical education teacher for K-6. He taught physical education, coached baseball under McNeil and coached junior high wrestling.
With a friend Steve Harbaugh, then an elementary school teacher, Blankenhagen began work on a master’s degree at Iowa State University in educational administration and the two of them car-pooled to Ames three days a week, for four years, to obtain their degrees in 1978. Harbaugh is now retired from teaching and work as an elementary school principal.
The Blankenhagen family moved to Wright, Wyoming., in 1979 when he was appointed a principal there for a new K-8 school. He then moved to Gillette, Wyoming., to become an elementary school teacher and principal. His wife Jeri taught junior high science in Gillette.
Blankenhagen’s military career began in 1971 when he was a junior at Buena Vista and joined the National Guard in Storm Lake. He served in the Iowa and Wyoming National Guard at the same time he was working in education, from 1970 to1985, and then transferred to the Army Reserve for the next five years.
In 1990, he entered the Army full time during Operation Desert Storm and was assigned to the 76th Training Division out of Hartford, Conneciticut., as a force development officer. He transferred to Colorado State University in 1994 as an ROTC instructor there and commander of the ROTC program at the University of Northern Colorado. He was assigned to Washington, DC in 1996, serving in resource management and force development at the Pentagon. Then it was off to an assignment with the U.S. Forces Command in Atlanta in 2000, where he served as the Army Reserve Liaison from 2000 to 2004. His final tour was in Birmingham as the deputy division commander specializing in readiness.
Blankenhagen retired from the Army in 2006 and worked from 2006 to 2012 in the Washington area as a government contractor for the CALIBRE (a contract company). He worked on contracts with the U.S. Army Reserve Command in East Point, Georgia, and the Office of the Chief Army Reserve (OCAR) in the Washington area.
“I liked the military because it was a structured organization – you do well, they promote you; you don’t do well, they don’t,” he said. “I got into a field I found interesting. In the military, knowledge of force management is very important.
“My most challenging assignment was in the DC area, as force management officer. It is important, you at the pinnacle of your military career. The decisions you make are decisions that you pretty much stick and you live with them. It was an exciting time, a challenging time.”
Today, in retirement, Blankenhagen enjoys golf and traveling.
“I do volunteer with church projects and assist fellow Army officers with home projects, etc.,” he said. “I assist a fellow retired Army colonel with his Parkinson’s disease. We meet weekly for lunch, and I assist him in his woodworking projects.
August 6, 2022
Paul Stevens
If indeed someone could be personified by these words from Bette Midler’s classic song “Wind Beneath My Wings,” it would be Janet Habhab:
“Did you ever know that you’re my hero
And everything I would like to be?
I can fly higher than an eagle
For you are the wind beneath my wings.”
For nearly 70 years, she was a hero to Al Habhab, the wind beneath his wings — the wife of one of Fort Dodge’s most well-known figures who was a decorated World War II veteran, an attorney, mayor of the city for 14 years, a district court judge and a state appellate court justice.
But that hero had teeth. If someone was critical of her husband, watch out.
“She was always supportive,” Habhab recalled. “She would take personal offense if something was said about me that was unkind. She would never do it publicly, but she’d tell me, ‘Where’d they get their information on that, they don’t even know you.'”
She helped him soar in his profession while raising their two children, Bob and Mary Beth; managing the family’s rental properties; forging many friendships; being active in the Republican Party; volunteering for Meals on Wheels and working to keep her husband grounded outside of work. There was so much more to her than met the eye – as many who knew her well recall in the wake of her death this past Tuesday at the age of 92.
“We have had the pleasure of being neighbors with Janet and Albert for 25 years,” said Dee and Bruce Murman. “We discovered early on that Janet was in charge of her household. She possessed a strong, authoritative persona with a no-nonsense approach to most everything. She was assertive and independent taking care of business — the business of her family. Albert may be the judge, but Janet was in command!”
More such memories will be shared by family and friends who gather for a visitation from 2 to 4 p.m. Sunday at Gunderson Funeral Home and Cremation Services and for her funeral services at 10:30 a.m, Monday at First Congregational United Church of Christ, followed by interment in North Lawn Cemetery.
Her husband and her son were at her side — as well as emergency Fire Department officers — when she took her last breath in the living room of the home where they’ve lived since 1963.
“She said she knew she was going to die,” Al Habhab said. “I told her, ‘Get well, don’t be worried about dying.’ It was quick, she didn’t answer.”
In an interview with the son of his best friend, the late Messenger editor emeritus Walter Stevens, Habhab recalled one of the things he most remembered and admired about his wife of 59 years.
“Whenever there was something that needed to be done, she was more inclined to correct it than to complain about it,” Habhab said. “A lot of people complain and complain and do nothing about it. With Janet, she’d do something about it. We had no regrets. I enjoyed every minute of our life together.”
The two met on a blind date in 1950 when students at the University of Iowa. Janet was born June 10, 1930, at an orphanage in Kansas City, Missouri., and was adopted by a dentist and his wife, Robert and Grace Morse of Elkader. Al was a World War II veteran from Fort Dodge — later awarded the Bronze Star for heroism at the Battle of the Bulge.
“I was in law school and the only time we dated was on weekends and so it had to be the following Friday or Saturday,” Habhab recalled. “We only dated once a week. We did not have a lot of money. I was on the GI Bill at that time. We would date Friday or Saturday. Most of the time, we would attend a movie. We just considered that we were going together. I did not see anyone else and she didn’t, as I recall.”
Janet quickly added: “He remembers it differently than I do, because if I could not go, if I was unable to go, he went with someone else.”
Al responded: “I guess that is true.”
They were married three years later, on July 26, 1953, and made their home in Fort Dodge where Habhab opened his own law office.
The happiest moment of her life was when they welcomed children into their home, Habhab recalled. Robert was born in 1959 and Mary Beth in 1962, both adopted as infants from an agency in Dubuque.
“The adoption agency called and said, ‘we have a child for you, if you want him,'” he said. “Bob was 4 to 5 months old. She took one look at Bob and wouldn’t let him go. ‘No, we’ll take him now,’ she said, and literally grabbed him right out of the nurse’s arms. Those 10-15 minutes are permanently embedded in my mind and heart.
“I was in the hospital for some reason when we got the call on Mary Beth. Janet went with a friend. She came into my room the next day and said, ‘You’re a dad again.’ She wasn’t going to take any chances of anyone changing their mind.”
Bob lives in Fort Dodge and Mary Beth in Cottage Grove, Minnesota, where she’s married to Troy Burger and have two children and four grandchildren.
“I think Janet was real patient with me. Going to the Court of Appeals was a deciding moment on whether we wanted to remain in Fort Dodge or move to Des Moines,” Habhab said. “The kids were pretty well grown by then, but as you know, you’re better off moving with 3- or 4-year-old children than you are with 15- or 16-year-old kids. They need more attention and Janet was there for the kids, always. They never came home from school when she was not there for them. She took care of the home and did everything, particularly when I was in Des Moines so much. Even when I went on the bench, she was there.
“In the mayor’s office, which was a demanding job, there were endless meetings and occasions that you had to attend. She was there. She carried the burden there. I think one thing about it, she was always there for the kids. Whatever they needed, wherever they had to be, she would dress them for the occasions. Our son was a model for children’s clothing, Janet would dress him so well. Mary Beth was interested in synchronized swimming and was good at that. Bob was exceptionally good in athletics.”
The Habhabs ate out a lot in their later years. One of their favorite meals was the fried chicken at Ja-Mar. For years, they met for breakfast Sunday mornings at Village Inn with Ruth and Walt Stevens, two of their best friends.
Janet loved to play bridge and did so several times a week. She was active in PEO and with Meals on Wheels – and was a huge fan of the Iowa Hawkeyes.
“She was an avid Iowa Hawkeye football fan — we had season tickets for years — and we went down to Iowa City in snow and sleet and rain,” Habhab said. “She’d get mad at some of the calls that were made, which was completely out of character. You didn’t say anything bad about her Hawkeyes.”
The Habhabs loved to travel as a family.
“We traveled quite a bit,” he said. “We went to Hawaii, Austria and Italy. We took the kids with us. Janet had a cousin in Maine, a home on an island. We went up there. We did things together.”
On her 90th birthday, neighbor Bruce Murman said, Janet insisted that he and his wife Dee join them to celebrate the occasion.
“We shared a glass of wine and great conversation that evening, and I remember her easy smile that day,” Murman said. “However, more grand was her smile the day she returned from a stay at a very nice, local retirement/care center. While she enjoyed the card games and the company of others during her stay, she wanted so much to spend her last days at home despite all of our encouragement to do otherwise. Well, she got her wish: she died at home, peacefully, in her easy chair.”
Some people are lucky to have friendships that last a lifetime.
But for two families who were first united 140 years ago, friendships have lasted through five generations and remain alive today.
Meet the Porter and Hughett families.
It was 1882 when Thomas and Ann Porter homesteaded on farmland near Duncombe and became neighbors with Mark and Maude Hughett, who homesteaded on their own farm after coming to Iowa in a covered wagon from Wisconsin, where they met.
They became fast friends, continuing to be close as they raised their children. That friendship was cemented on the economic side when they went together to purchase a thresher, a farm machine for separating small grain and seed crops from their chaff and straw. Well into the 20th Century, that thresher was still operating.
“They were good friends and they trusted each other,” said Sue Porter, great-granddaughter of Thomas and Ann.
“Our families are good friends all these years later. Over the years we have traveled to visit each other, gone on trips together, attended birthdays, funerals and baby showers and other life events. There have even been times when we’ve stayed with each other for a few months. They are sort of like cousins that aren’t cousins.”
Lee Hughett, grandson of Mark and Maude, said, “We enjoy each other’s company. No putting on the dog, that kind of stuff, it was just a good family relationship. We’ve all scattered and may not see anybody for a while, but when we do, it was just like we’d been together yesterday. We went on from there.”
Sue – Billie Sue to family and friends – and Lee are members of the families that have kept in touch to this day – the children and descendants of Delbert and Elaine “Billie” Treloar Porter and Gordon and Violet Hughett.
Gordon and Violet had five children: Lee, Bruce, Sandra (Consier), Gwen (Ashbrook) and Nicolette. Delbert and Billie had four children: Robert, Mary (Porter), Ann (Porter Stoner) and Sue (Porter).
The Porter family was perhaps best known in Fort Dodge through a restaurant that was originally part of the Treloar’s chain, Max Treloar’s Pancake Feast. It opened in 1961 and was sold five years later toMax’s sister Elaine “Billie” Porter and her husband Delbert Porter, and became Del Porter’s Pancake Feast, operating until they sold it in 1978.
Sue Porter, who is a granddaughter of Treloar’s founder Papa “Les” Treloar, lives in downtown Phoenix. Hughett lives 20 miles away in Sun City, Arizona. Sue’s sister, Mary, lives in a Phoenix suburb and another sister, Ann, lives in Cedar Falls. Their brother Bob is deceased.
The Porter farmstead was designated an Iowa Century Farm in 1986 – applied for by Thomas and Ann Porter’s son George, who was Sue Porter’s great uncle.
While living in Fort Dodge, Del Porter and Gordon Hughett became close friends. When Gordon and his wife Violet moved to Arizona, the Porters would drive out to visit and then became snowbirds themselves in the 1970s. When the Hughletts moved, their son Bruce took over the family farm before it was sold.
The five children of Gordon and Violet Hughett were “great friends with my siblings,” Sue Porter said, “and at 62, I am actually the age of their children. Lee Hughett, who is 86, is the only surviving child of the Hughetts.”
Lee Hughett graduated from Fort Dodge Senior High in 1953 – his parents were also FDSH graduates – and Sue Porter graduated from FDSH in 1978 – as did all of her siblings and as did both parents (in 1938).
Lee is the only surviving member of his generation of Hughetts. His brother Bruce and sisters Gwen, Sandy and Nicolette are deceased. Lee and his former wife Jane have five children, 10 grandchildren and 35 great-grandchildren.
A Hughett presence remains in Fort Dodge.
Bill Hughett, son of Norma and Bruce Hughett, and his wife Kristy and their children Landon and Leah. Bill’s mother also lives in the city. Bill works at Van Diest Supply Company and Kristy at the Prairie Lakes Area Education Agency. Their son Landon is working on his fourth year of becoming a plumber while with Bergman Plumbing, and daughter Leah just completed her degree at the University of Northern Iowa to become a speech pathologist.
Like many families, the Porters and Hughetts next generations have spread beyond their hometown – and many of them are in the Phoenix area.
“Most of the remaining Hughetts live here, in Phoenix, and we see them from time to time,” Mary Porter said. “In fact. MaryJane, Lee’s ex-wife, and I have dinner together, every two weeks.
Sue Porter said the families have “supported each other through friendship and crisis. Norma Hughett made food for my mom’s funeral – my mom and I fixed the food for her mother’s funeral. We’ve always been there for each other.”
“Over the years the families have shared camping in Rocky Point, Mexico, and San Diego. Good memories include mountain climbing in Arizona, boating at Twin Lakes in Iowa and Saguaro Lake in Arizona, many BBQs and dances with the families and all the children playing games.”
During their growing-up years in Fort Dodge, the Porters and Hughetts would join for ice cream socials every other week and had fried chicken – straight from Treloar’s, of course.
“If you ever wanted good chicken, that was the place to go,” Sue Porter said. “We made homemade ice cream from a big block of ice we brought from town and then used hand crankers to make the ice cream.”
Lee Hughett’s favorite ice cream memory: “I just remember gatherings with food being present. Homemade Ice Cream. Kids these days don’t know the battle for the dasher.”
There were gatherings at Billie and Del Porters’ cabin on Twin Lakes and lots of excursions in their daughter Mary’s pontoon boat. They sold the cabin in 1978 but their daughter Ann still has property at Twin Lakes.
Both Sue Porter and Lee Hughett hope the family ties will continue long into the future.
“It is still continuing – that’s what is so amazing,” Sue Porter said. “The two families are still making memories and still keep in touch. My kids are in their 30s and are in contact with the Hughett kids. Of the two families that live in Arizona, the youngest generations still keep in touch – inviting each other to baby showers, birthday parties and picnics.”
How did the son and grandson of sharecroppers who grew up on a farm in eastern North Carolina growing tobacco, peanuts and cotton find his way to Fort Dodge for a career in education and volunteerism that has made him one of the most-respected residents of the community – and of the state of Iowa?
For Judge Brown, it is a story of determination, dedication and yes, a bit of luck.
It was the fall of 1973 when Brown left North Carolina to take his first full-time job at Lincoln University in Jefferson City, Mo., teaching history and establishing the first teacher education lab school at the historically Black university.
“When I taught in the lab school, I met Dennis Williams, who taught English at Fort Dodge Senior High School,” Brown said. “He was from Jefferson City, and I met him through his family – I knew his mother because she had her grandchildren at the lab school. He told me about an opening in social studies at the high school.”
Brown applied, was hired, and moved in 1977 to Fort Dodge - where he taught at FDSH for nine years and at Iowa Central Community College for 19 years - and where he volunteered in a wide variety of public service.
About his unusual first name of Judge? Well, it was inherited from his father, also named Judge Brown. He wears it proudly, but … “In college, kids would tease with ‘Here come da judge, here come da judge’ (from Rowan & Martin’s Laugh-In show). I get mail addressed to the Honorable Judge Brown. At an education conference in Des Moines, when I asked a question of an attorney, he responded, ‘Well, your honor…’ I told him, ‘I’m not a judge, I’m a schoolteacher.’”
Brown’s grandfather Robert Brown and father Judge Brown were sharecroppers on a farm outside Bethel, a community of 1,500 on the far eastern edge of North Carolina – about 80 miles from the Atlantic Coast. They grew tobacco, peanuts, cotton, and some soybeans.
Brown was one of nine children of Judge and Helen Hopkins Brown. Six of them are still living: Robert, who lives in Bethel; Alice Brown Howard, in Brooklyn, N.Y.; Helen Ruth Bullock, in Greenville, N.C.; Vernon, in Robersonville, N.C., and Clarence, in Aurora, Colo. His deceased siblings were Gloristine, of Arlington, Va.; Patricia (Ann), of Raleigh, N.C., and Roy, of Bethel.
Brown was born in Bethel, grew up on a farm outside of town and rode a bus into Bethel to attend school. By the time he was in fourth grade, he said he knew he wanted to be a teacher.
“Teachers got to go to work all nicely dressed, they looked professional, they got a paycheck every month,” he said. “They didn’t have to wait to get paid until fall when the harvest was in. They didn’t have to go through the physical struggles and uncertainty that people like my dad did. I didn’t like to get my hands dirty. When you work in tobacco, farming is dirty work and something that did not interest me. With teaching, I thought to myself, ‘I’d like to do that.'”
He spent summers in high school in New Haven, Conn., where his mother’s three brothers and sister lived – working in restaurant kitchens for two summers, at a radiator manufacturing company another summer and as a soda jerk at Macy’s another summer.
Brown attended North Carolina Central University in Durham – the first of his family to attend college - and graduated in 1968 with a bachelor’s degree in American history with a minor in geography.
He was one semester into graduate school when Uncle Sam came knocking: He was drafted into the Army in 1969 and after training as a medic, he shipped to Vietnam where he served for 14 months. He was assigned to the 23rd Artillery Group at a headquarters aid station at Base Camp Phu Loi, about 20 miles north of Saigon.
“My mom was petrified, and she made sure I took my Bible with me,” he said. “My wish was to come back the way I had gone, with no trauma, with no injury - and that happened. I’m very thankful for that. I did what I had to do and came back and went on with my life. I was blessed.”
To this day, he has kept that Bible, presented to him when he graduated from college, in his home office.
Brown returned to graduate school and earned a master’s degree in American history at Central, the first publicly supported historic black college in the nation. He moved in 1973 to Lincoln University in Jefferson City and then – thanks to the tip from Williams - to Fort Dodge in 1977. Sadly, his father died suddenly of a heart attack at the age of 50 at the time he accepted the offer.
Brown taught at FDSH for nine years and it was there that he met Shirley Harper-Lockman – a well-known Fort Dodge school employee and active community member herself. They were married from 1993 until her death in January 2019.
"Judge Brown was my favorite teacher," said Judi Flaherty Johnson of Fort Dodge, a 1983 FDSH graduate who took his Ethnic Studies course. "He was so relatable and was able to teach us about diversity in the world from a classroom in small-town Iowa. He would teach, not preach, and that made him very approachable, charismatic, and interesting. I ran into him a few years ago and he was still the same!"
Charles Clayton, a student when Brown taught at FDSH and today founder and executive director of Athletics for Education and Success, said: “Judge was like the wise old sage when I was going through high school and even as I got older, as a mentor figure. He would play the devil’s advocate just to challenge you and make sure you were thinking through things completely and weighing your options on decisions!
“He has done so much for Black students in Fort Dodge and across Iowa, both on a personal level and fighting battles behind the scenes.”
Brown followed his high school teaching with a term and a half on the community school board. He was director of the Fort Dodge Urban Ministry from 1986-91 and moved to Des Moines when he joined the Iowa Department of Education as a consultant for school integration and multicultural integration. In that position, he traveled regularly to 12 desegregation districts across the state, including Fort Dodge.
He was there until 1998, when then-Iowa Central president Dr. Bob Paxton offered him a position at Iowa Central. “Shirley and I had been married five years,” he said. “It was time to come home. I stopped being a road warrior – traveling all over the state.”
At Iowa Central, he first worked in administration and then ended up as fulltime teacher in social sciences. His favorite course: Fundamentals of American government.
“I like politics and law and it just struck my fancy,” he said. “I would every now and then schedule current events quizzes, make my students read the newspaper and pay attention to the news. They had to go to public meetings, school board meetings, legislative forums, city council meetings. They learned so much from these.”
Brown took early retirement in 2007. He had started teaching an online course in American history four years earlier and when he retired, he was invited to continue to teach online, which he did until 2017 when he retired, again, at the age of 71.
Since 2008, Brown has served as a volunteer at Friendship Haven, working with residents of the Simpson Health Center.
“Judge Brown is a part of the fabric of Friendship Haven,” said Julie Thorson, its president and CEO. “His kindness and compassion mean so much to all of us. He has carved out the perfect niche for his own time and special talents on the Friendship Haven campus. Nearly every Sunday for more than a decade, Judge has made a significant contribution in helping residents get from their homes in the Simpson Health Center to our worship service in the Tompkins Celebration Center. We also often see Judge on weekdays escorting residents across campus to gatherings with friends for coffee and conversation.
“Not only does Judge lend a helping hand, but his presence also energizes any room he enters, his interest is genuine and loving, and his endearing smile is a reminder that we’re all family at Friendship Haven.”
Brown was recognized in 2021 as the LeadingAge Iowa Volunteer of the Year at a banquet in Cedar Rapids and noted at the time, “I’ve always really enjoyed being around older people for as long as I can remember. I think it’s because I didn’t have my own grandparents around much when I was growing up. As a younger man, I never had that opportunity to sit around and drink coffee and talk about things with people who have experience and wisdom on their side.
“I hear all kinds of interesting stories when I’m at Friendship Haven. It’s a wonderful crowd. You know, they’re at a stage in their lives where they’re just thankful for every day they’re given. They don’t have personal agendas. They’re not trying to be something they aren’t. It’s just a very simple, pure perspective. I appreciate the relationship I have with those folks so much, and have ever since I started there.”
Brown always stayed active with a wide variety of boards and committee assignments.
He has been involved since 1982 in the Harry Meriwether Scholarship, started by Elder LeRoy Johnson of Calvary Church, which has provided more than 200 scholarships over the years to Black or biracial Black students. He spent 10 years as a member of the Commission on the Status of Women (CSW) – a good fit, he said, because he was raised by a mother “who didn’t take any stuff.” Brown served for U.S. Sen. Tom Harkin, D-Iowa, and U.S. Rep. Tom Latham, R-Iowa, as an interviewer for military academy students. And he served on the 2nd Judicial District nominating committee, interviewing judge candidates.
He's also served as a volunteer with the Teener League baseball program, Webster County Crime Stoppers, AARP, the African American Museum of Iowa in Cedar Rapids and Urban Vision in Des Moines.
Brown has three stepsons, Shirley’s sons from her previous marriage: Alan Lockman, of Farnhamville; Daniel Lockman, of Fort Dodge, and David Lockman, of Minneapolis. He has five grandchildren and seven great grandchildren.
“It’s been a great ride for me,” Brown said. “Part of it is that I work with great people, people who received me from the time I came here at Senior High.”
What may his friends not know about him?
“I’m a decent cook when I put my mind to it,” he said. “But since I am diabetic, that’s a bit limited.
“I’m a big fan of classical music. I started listening to it while in college while taking music appreciation. I love classical music – especially Iowa Public Radio Classical. I have Alexa, now, I tell her, ‘Play Iowa Public Radio classical station’ – and play it all day.”
Whether wearing the black robe of a judge, the uniform of a corrections officer or the striped shirt of a sports official, Tom and Jim Bice believe in and practice the term: “Paying it forward.”
The two Fort Dodge brothers, in their work careers and their avocation in officiating high school sports events, have tried to make the world a better place. And along the way, they are more than brothers: they’re close friends.
Their path to work in public service came after successful careers in the commercial sector.
Tom Bice worked as an attorney with the Johnson Law Firm for 36 years before his appointment in 2008 by then-Gov. Chet Culver as a district court judge. He moved to Senior Judge status in April 2019 when he turned 72 (the mandatory age for judicial retirement) and continues on the bench with a reduced caseload.
“I was a partner during my years with the Johnson firm,” he said. “I loved the work and loved those people, but I had the attitude that it was time to give back and I saw the judiciary as providing that opportunity. I am very thankful I made the change.”
Jim Bice first worked with the Mead Corp., then First Federal Savings and Loan and then in property casualty insurance before he joined the staff of the Fort Dodge Correctional Facility in 2000. He retired Jan. 27 after 22 years of service.
“I enjoyed banking and insurance work and believe I did well in it,” he said, “but work at the prison was a chance to maybe change some lives. I was blessed that it came when it did. I liked it. I hope we changed at least a few lives.”
Was there a correlation with their jobs as a judge and correctional officer?
“We have saved some souls,” Tom said. “I’ve had a lot of people in criminal court who are in tough circumstances and they’re in trouble. We have had cases where people come out and they become good citizens. Those are the ones we care about. We want people to become good citizens, good family members, good parents.”
Jim said, “Through my years at the correctional facility, I would have an inmate ask me, ‘Isn’t your brother the judge…hey, he was my judge.’ I would ask, how’d he treat you, how was it? Every one of them said he was fair.
“When I get guys at the prison who completed their sentence and they’re picked up by relatives and leaving, I shake his hand and say, ‘Hey Smitty, I never want to see you here again.’”
Sports was a big part of the brothers’ lives from the time they started in little league baseball as kids (Tom played for the Moose Midgets, Jim for Martin Flag). They both competed in sports at FDSH and later became high school football and basketball officials. Tom has retired from officiating, but Jim – who had been known by inmates at the correctional facility as “Ref” - continues to work as an official for football and for boys and girls basketball. He’s officiated since 1991 – nearly half of his life.
He and fellow official Marlo Branderhorst began officiating girls games back in the days of 6-on-6 competition and estimates that the two have officiated at least 2,500 basketball games, including post-season. Jim has also teamed with Randy Lohmeier.
“Tom and I have often said that if you can survive a number of years being a sports official, you can do a lot of jobs,” Jim said. “It takes people skills, patience, understanding and willingness to listen, and you’ve got to be a good communicator. My favorite comeback when someone in the stands complains about a call: ‘You need to come out here and try this sometime.’”
The Bices teamed for 25 years with a football officiating crew that included Terry Carson, Terry Paulson, Marlo Branderhorst, Mark Johnson and Mike Parry. They worked primarily in the Central Iowa Metro League and officiated about 700 games over that period.
“Tom and Jim Bice are Fort Dodge personified,” said Eric Pratt, sports editor of The Messenger. “Their passion for making our community a better place through decades of professional and personal loyalty is something I have always admired and tried to emulate now that we are raising a family of our own here.
“From years of work with the Webster County I-Club group through supporting athletics and activities as officials, the Bice name had always been synonymous with involvement and action. They are a critical reason why Fort Dodge continues to stand as a central Iowa pillar; their commitment has made it a stronger, safer place to live.”
Pratt said Tom’s son Andrew was his best friend growing up and that “Tom was like a second father to me.”
The Bice brothers and their sisters, Jane and Sally, are third-generation Fort Dodgers. Their grandfather, John Bice, was assistant principal at Fort Dodge Senior High and assistant football coach under head coach Fred N. Cooper. In one of life's ironies, Fort Dodge attorney Neven Mulholland is the grandson of Cooper (the N stands for Neven in Cooper's name) and Tom Bice and Neven worked together at the Johnson Law Firm, where Neven still practices.
Jane lives in Naples, Fla., with her husband, Rich Borchers, and Sally lives with her daughter in West Des Moines. Sally’s husband Bill Oster died in 2020. Like their brothers, Jane and Sally are Iowa graduates.
Their father, John, and Walter “Woody” Woodman started Woodman Electric just after World War II and were partners in the business for 34 years. John served with the Army Air Corps during the war. At FDSH, one of his teammates was Ed Bock, who went on to play at Iowa State. Their mother Juanita (Shearer) was an Iowa graduate who taught high school English in Fort Dodge while raising family. John Bice died in 1994 at the age of 78 and Juanita Bice died in 2004 at the age of 88.
The Bice home, across 10th Avenue North from Dodger Stadium, was a popular place to hang out for friends of the four Bice kids during their growing-up years.
“I was the older brother and friends like Tommy Goodman and Billy Goodman, Fred Moeller and Mark Watt would be over all the time,” Tom said. “Jimmy was always the little brother. We loved having him around. We grew closer as we got back to Fort Dodge and had our families.”
Bill Goodman, who lives in Minneapolis and played professional baseball before becoming a business executive, said his life was enrichened by the Bice family and other Fort Dodge families.
“The Bice family, without any expectation of reward, showed a lonely kid the grace and honor of friendship,” he said. “Some of these moments included offering meals and housing on snowy Iowa winter days when getting from the high school to home was difficult; displaying confidences in my abilities by supporting my dreams with words of kindness; solid friendships.
“The successes of Tom and Jim are no surprise to me in any fashion. The humanity, love of people and support of the Fort Dodge community is a foundation of the Bice family's DNA. A DNA created by a family founded by their mother and father. The enrichment given to me has allowed another generation of Goodmans to support their communities as a corporate executive, an attorney, a nurse and MLB staff member with the Tampa Bay Rays baseball club. For the Bice's moments of value, me and my family will forever be in their debt.”
The Bice home continued to be a hangout for Jim's closer friends and classmates after Tom went off to college - among them, Scott Harty, Dick Williams, Dave Morrow, Kirk Fieseler, Scott Anderson and Randy Kiliper.
Tom and his wife Martha met at the University of Iowa (where she is also a graduate) and were married June 27, 1970. Tom earned his law degree at Drake University and Martha taught at Butler School for a time after they moved to Fort Dodge in 1972, They have two children, Laura and Andrew. Laura lives in Chicago with her husband Michael Paul and their two children, Michael Jr. and Juliette. Laura is an attorney who works for the U.S. Department of Education and Michael is a Chicago police officer. Andrew lives in West Des Moines with his wife Jodie and their children, Stella and Nylah. He works for an insurance holding company.
Jim’s wife Donna works for the City of Fort Dodge as purchasing department coordinator. They have two sons, Johnny, in his first year of dental school at Iowa, and Nick, a sophomore in pre-med at Macalester College in St. Paul, Minn. Both starred in football at FDSH. Johnny played quarterback at Macalester and Nick is a tight end.
“Truly, most officials have very supportive, strong spouses behind them,” Jim said of his wife Donna and Tom’s wife Martha.
With Tom, 74, working a reduced caseload and Jim, 68, retired (although he said he may work part-time at the facility in the future), the brothers have more time to pursue their other interests – among them, fishing, golfing and attending auto races.
“There’s hardly a fishing outing that I don’t whip him,” Jim said. “Not a time we don’t have a contest. Those fish we caught seem to grow a lot longer with time. We take both sons with us sometimes – you can’t beat it, great times! I think our kids learn more out on a boat with us than in any classroom. My dad always called it ‘street sense.’ My father and mom had a lot of street sense.”
Tom agreed: “Street sense served us both well in our jobs. We understand people, are fair and firm, and try to be consistent with our dealings with people.”
John Bruner’s life of volunteer service to Fort Dodge and Webster County got its roots 65 miles away in his hometown of Carroll.
His role model: His father, attorney Robert Bruner.
“My father was extremely involved in the Carroll community – schools, Scouts, chamber of commerce, church,” Bruner recalled. “I just grew up watching him. He never had to verbalize that to me, I just watched how he lived and acted.
“He was a terrific human being. He’s personified perfectly by the old quote, ‘There’s three kinds of people in this old world: those who make things happen, those who watch things happen and those who wonder, what happened?'”
Another old quote, “An apple doesn’t fall far from the tree,” fits the 77-year-old Bruner to a T.
While his life of service has been slowed down by colon cancer, which he has battled for three years, Bruner is determined “to keep going, and that’s my plan – keep pushing the ball down the field.”
He retired in 2020 from careers in finance and education, providing him time to continue his volunteer work and with his wife, Connie, spoil their seven grandchildren.
“It’s my plan to get healthy and start showing up in person,” Bruner said. “I couldn’t imagine not being involved. One thing about people getting involved in their community, you meet some of the finest people in your town and your county, who are out there serving. It’s not like work. It’s a privilege, a real privilege to serve your church, your community. The rewards are just terrific.”
First, however, you need to define “slowing down.” For Bruner, it means presently he’s “just” serving on the board of the Webster County Crime Stoppers, as a Civil Service Commissioner for the city of Fort Dodge, and on the board of the Fort Dodge Community Foundation and United Way.
His resume of service has also included membership – and leadership roles – in organizations such as the Fellowship of Christian Athletes, Friendship Haven, Foster Grandparents, Big Brothers, the Hospital Foundation, Holy Trinity Parish and Knights of Columbus.
Bruner said he volunteers because of his love for Fort Dodge and compares it to the love of family and friends.
“When you really, really love them, you’ll do anything for them,” he said. “And it’s the same if you really, really love your community, you really, really love your town. You’ll do anything for them, and I really, really love Fort Dodge.”
Bruner grew up in Carroll – second-oldest of the six children of Robert and Lorraine “Lovey” Bruner. His sister Judy (Mixsell) worked as a medical records librarian and lives in Waverly; brother Brian, nicknamed Snap, worked for the State Department of Revenue in the Property Tax Division and lives in West Des Moines; brother Barry lives in Carroll, where he and brother David are attorneys who work together in the law firm of Bruner, Bruner, Reinhart & Morton, and sister Mary Francis (Egli) worked as an elementary school teacher and lives in Waverly.
“Dad was very active in his church, St. Lawrence in Carroll,” Bruner said. “He was one of the first men in the Sioux City Diocese to be ordained a deacon. He was 72 when he was ordained and served actively until he died at age 93. He was extremely active in the Chamber for years and was recognized as the Chamber’s Citizen of the Year when he was about 70. He served many years on the Kuemper High School Board, St. Lawrence School Board, Boy Scout Board and others. He was Carroll County attorney for 20 some years straight. There was other stuff, but he never bragged about his involvements. He just quietly and deliberately went about his service to his family, church and community.”
Bruner graduated from Carroll Kuemper High School in 1962 and attended the University of South Dakota where at the start of his senior year, he married his high school sweetheart, Connie Schreck, on Sept. 4, 1965.
“She was a country girl and I was the city boy,” he said. “Our first kiss was in the chicken coop on her farm. I was so nervous, but I asked her ‘Can I kiss you?’ She hesitated for just a moment then said, ‘OK’.”
After graduating with a bachelor’s degree from USD, the two moved to Storm Lake where he taught at St. Mary’s High School. He served as head basketball and track coach in 1966-67. They returned to Carroll when he was hired at Kuemper to teach history and coach freshman-sophomore football, freshman basketball and serve as assistant varsity track coach.
The Bruners moved to Fort Dodge in 1969 when he was hired as dean of students and vice principal at St. Edmond High School (while taking graduate courses toward an eventual master’s in education degree from Iowa State University). He remained active in coaching as an assistant to Bill Kibby in football, assistant to Dick Wiedenfeld in basketball, and to Kibby in track. Fort Dodge’s Catholic schools were consolidated in 1975, and Bruner was named principal of the newly formed Sacred Heart Junior High.
After seven years as principal, he retired from education in 1982 and joined the Union Trust and Savings Bank in charge of marketing and public relations. He became licensed to do nonbanking work – life insurance, annuities, mutual funds – and in 1986 joined the Flaherty Group (John Flaherty and his sons Mick and Jim), part of Central Life Assurance Co. It later became Central Financial Group and Bruner worked there until retiring in August 2020.
“In my financial services profession,” he said, “I realized my client’s concern for safe, dependable investments. I assured them that I was a conservative old German and would not recommend or put them in anything that I personally wasn’t in or my family. I told them they could look at my portfolio at any time. I wanted their trust and I wanted them sleeping good at night. In all my years in the business only two clients ask to see my portfolio and I was happy to share it with them. I sure met a lot of interesting and wonderful people while practicing and built a lot of very good friendships. I love all those good folks just as I love my former students!
“But my years in education were professionally the greatest years of my life. You don’t realize how you impact lives – the interaction with students, watching them grow up, full of life and full of memories. There’s just something so very, very special about it. If I had to do it all over again, I’d be a teacher and educator for all my career.”
In 1984, Connie and John Bruner and their good friends Elaine and Denny Huss were part of a group that formed one of the city’s most popular and successful fundraising events – the Friends of St. Edmond Ball.
Huss said the event was modeled after a Friends of Heelan Ball at Sioux City Heelan High School, where Elaine (who died last May) had graduated.
There were skeptics, he said: “There were people who said, no way you’re going to make any money having a dance.” The two couples chaired the first event and met every Thursday night for a year to organize the first one. It was worth their efforts: 1,500 attended the first Ball at the Starlight, charged $25 a couple, and the event netted $35,000.
To date, the fundraising event has raised a net of $8,646,000 for the benefit of St. Edmond Catholic Schools. Organizers were later invited to help Algona Garrigan, Carroll Kuemper and LeMars Gehlen in forming their own Friends Ball.
In 1982, Bruner was among a group that included Mick Flaherty and Mary Eggers that formed Webster County Crime Stoppers – the first Crime Stoppers group to be established in Iowa. In its partnership with citizens and law enforcement, the chapter has directly assisted with the capture of over 1,700 wanted criminals and awarded $180,000 in reward money.
Terry Cook, who owns Candies & More on Central Avenue, is president of the chapter and was a student at Sacred Heart Junior High when Bruner was principal.
“John is a fine man,” Cook said. “I’ve always gotten along well with him – even when I was in school.”
“Hundreds and hundreds of citizens in Webster County and Fort Dodge have been involved over the years,” Bruner said. “It pulls the community together and helps provide a new regard and respect for law enforcement – our police officers, sheriff’s deputies.”
Bruner is pleased that next generations of Fort Dodgers are active in volunteer work.
“Kids I taught in school are on boards, serving – I tell them, you don’t come here to sit on boards, you come to serve on boards. I see these young people in their 40s and 50s who are out there doing it, getting the job done.”
Another of them is Kirk Yung, who was a seventh grader at Sacred Heart Junior High when Bruner was its principal. Yung, president and CEO of Green Belt Bank & Trust in Iowa Falls and a Fort Dodge resident, has served with Bruner on the Community Foundation and United Way board, Fellowship of Christian Athletes and the Corpus Christi parish council.
“To me, there are three things stand out about John,” Yung said. “His leadership, his character and his, last but not least, faith and family. These are things I’ve always really admired about John and kind of looked up to him as a role model. He’s always been a very steady rock of the community.”
Bruner is a lifelong sports fan and worked as a high school basketball official for many years, often teamed with Mick Flaherty and Fran Long.
“Lots of exciting memories,” he said, including the time when he and Flaherty needed police assistance in an area town when several irate fans confronted them on their calls.
Both of the Bruners’ daughters and their families live in Clive, a suburb of Des Moines, in houses across the street from one another.
Christine, a teacher and founder and chairman of The Veil Removed, and her husband Joel McGruder, a financial planner, have three children: Joel, Addie and Mason. Jennifer, a homemaker and part-time financial adviser, and her husband Dan Nielsen, Cybersecurity Sales Tech Rep. For Government and Education, have four children: Gabbi, Sophie, John and Dan.
“Both daughters, their husbands and adult kids are very involved in church, school and community,” Bruner said. “So proud of them! Don’t know where they get the time.”
Like his mother was with his dad, Connie Bruner is active in volunteer work, particularly with school and church.
“It’s a family thing,” Bruner said, “just like it was for me when I was growing up in Carroll.”
For years, he said, their daughters insisted he write about “all the fun, funny and crazy things” that he and his brother Brian (nicknamed Snap) and their friends did while growing up in Carroll back in the ’40s, ’50s and ’60s.
Bruner did just that – and he has authored – ”Me & Snap” (2009), ”Bonk, Monsters and Miracles” (2010) and ”More of And The Best of Me & Snap ”(2017).
“These are not novels,” he said. “They are a collection of individual stories that can be read in five-10 minutes. You want to laugh, these true stories will get you going.”
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Fifty-five years of service as an insurance and investment adviser to more than 1,000 Webster Count residents came to a close at the end of 2021 when J. Mick Flaherty joined the ranks of retirees, many of whom were once his customers.
Early on, he considered being a coach or a Catholic priest — and after graduating from St. Edmond High School in 1964, he attended Conception Seminary in Missouri.
“When we graduated from St. Edmond, Monsignor (Leonard) Ziegmann thought I should give the seminary a try, at least for summer school,” Flaherty said. “I couldn’t think of a good reason not to. I went to the seminary for the next two years. At that time you were only allowed to leave the campus twice a semester. Realizing that there was more to do, I left and graduated from Creighton. There I met (his wife) Alyce — and our kids are grateful that we met.”
Flaherty followed in the career footsteps of his dad and has no regrets.
“You have good and bad in all this,” Flaherty said. “I’m glad I stuck with it. It’s been a good career and I feel I was helping people build better lives. I did feel that the insurance business was a good fit for me as I was able to help people save and protect their families.”
Alyce and Mick Flaherty are pictured. He recently retired after 55 years in the insurance business.
Flaherty’s father, John Flaherty, started in the insurance business in Fort Dodge in 1947, with the Central Life Assurance Co., and Mick Flaherty started in 1967 with the same company. Now called Central Financial Group, the company has been in Fort Dodge for 116 years.
John Flaherty grew up in Moorland and was the first paid coach for basketball and baseball at Corpus Christi High School (the predecessor to St. Edmond High School).
“In the morning, dad would work on insurance business and in the afternoon he would teach and coach,” Flaherty said.
John Flaherty moved to Central Life’s Jefferson office in 1951 before returning to Fort Dodge in 1959, when the Jefferson and Fort Dodge agencies were combined.
Mick Flaherty is one of four children of Ellen and John Flaherty. His sister, Mary Ellen Pospishil, lives in Omaha, Nebraska; brother Jim is with Central Financial Group in Fort Dodge and brother Tom lives in Mason City. John Flaherty died in 2008 and Ellen Flaherty died in 2017.
After graduating from Creighton in 1969 with a bachelor’s degree in marketing and management, Flaherty began work at Central Life in Omaha. During his senior year, he met Alyce Moss at a party. A native of Carthage, Missouri, she was working at the time as a registered nurse at Bergan Mercy Hospital in Omaha. They married on April 4, 1970, and decided to return to Fort Dodge when their firstborn, Tim, was on his way.
In Fort Dodge, he joined his father at the Flaherty Insurance Agency under the Central Life umbrella.
Flaherty received many industry awards along the way and was an active member of the Iowa Association of Insurance and Financial Advisors. In 2001 he was awarded the AmerUs Life Distinguished Service Award. It was all the more special because his dad received the same award in the ’80s.
He has been active in the Fort Dodge community as a volunteer in numerous organizations, serving on the Holy Trinity finance council, past president of the Fort Dodge Catholic School Board, board member of the Fellowship of Christian Athletes, charter member of the Webster County Crime Stoppers and former president of Knights of Columbus.
Until COVID-19 limited hospital visits, Flaherty delivered Holy Communion to those in the hospital and nursing homes. He remains active with Holy Trinity Catholic Church as an usher.
Alyce and Mick Flaherty have five children: Tim, who was the HyVee director in Fort Dodge when he died suddenly last September, married to Jodi with children Shannon, Sean, Katie and Maggie; Krysi, a massage therapist in Eugene, Ore.; Lisa Reisner, a third-grade teacher at Duncombe School in Fort Dodge, married to Ryan with their children McKenzie and Calahan; Susan Laufersweiler, development director at St. Edmond and Holy Trinity Parish, married to Mark with children JT, Griffin and Josie; Amy White, a second-grade teacher in Altoona, married to Adam with children Kaleb, Kennedy and Caroline.
Mick played football at St. Edmond and recalls that his coach, Dick Tighe, called him “the slowest running back he ever coached.” Not many grandfathers and grandsons can claim to have played for the same coach, but such is the case for Flaherty and his grandson Sean — who is graduating from the University of Iowa this year. The legendary Tighe coached them both.
Susan Laufersweiler had this to say about her parents:
“As a family, we were blessed that dad worked hard to provide us with hot dogs, but also that he had the flexibility to be our biggest fan and support us by being at all of our activities. He’s always taught us the importance of treating others with compassion and living the Golden Rule. He always felt that in giving to others you receive far more. His efforts to show us that made him an incredible agent. We are so proud of him. We were also so fortunate to have mom at home with us when we were young and I’m sure he was lucky to have her be the ‘real boss’ at the office as we grew older.”
One of the hardest moments in the Flaherty family came last Sept. 6 when Tim Flaherty died suddenly of respiratory failure.
Mick Flaherty had what he calls a “God conversation” while taking a shower after getting home from the hospital after learning from doctors that his son would never talk or walk again.
“I asked the Good Lord, what good are all these prayers for this to happen?” Flaherty said. “God said, ‘Hey, didn’t I keep him alive for an extra six days (on a respirator) so that his organs could be donated?’ Well, yes, God, you did. ‘Hey, didn’t I keep him alive so that all the family could get here to say their goodbyes?’ God said. “Well, yes you did. Then he told me to quit complaining.”
What are your interests and passions?
Theater and the arts? Hiking, walking, running, biking? Musicals? Concerts? Reading? Pets? History? A day or night at the ballpark?
Or, like dozens of local volunteers did recently, bringing holiday cheer to children?
Well, there’s a foundation and a trust for that – and for a whole lot more. No one knows this more than those who work tirelessly to make Fort Dodge and Webster County a better place to live. And behind their efforts, the three major philanthropic organizations that help make it all happen: the Fort Dodge Community Foundation and United Way, the Catherine Vincent Deardorf Charitable Foundation and the Ann Smeltzer Charitable Trust.
Most recently, Community Christmas 2021 – sponsored by Athletics for Education and Success (AFES) - brought holiday cheer to about 340 children in Fort Dodge in the form of Christmas gifts, clothing, hygiene kits and meals.
But the Dec. 19 event probably would never have happened or reached nearly as many without foundation support for AFES, which works with hundreds a youth a day offering after-school programs, day care, sports programs and art and music programs.
“Since AFES started over 15 years ago, these three foundations have been key to our survival,” said AFES founder and CEO Charles Clayton. “As we started out not knowing a lot about running a nonprofit and where to look for funding, these three organizations were key in keeping the door open in the very beginning and helping families and youth. With our sliding scale fee and scholarships being a large percentage of our program participants, it has been vital to have local funding dollars from groups who understand our mission and always step up to help.”
It’s probably safe to say that few know much about the operations of the three major organizations and how they impact lives - primarily behind the scenes. Think the rolling credits at the end of a movie, after the performers are listed. But the nonprofit causes and projects that these organizations help with financial support are part of the fabric of the everyday lives of virtually every resident.
And with the start of the new year, the boards of all three – made up of volunteers from throughout the Fort Dodge community – will be meeting to review groups they can assist in the coming year.
Among those who have or had received support: Karl L. King Municipal Band, Fort Dodge Public Library, Harlan and Hazel Rogers Sports Complex, Comedia Musica Players, Fort Dodge Community School District, St. Edmond Catholic Schools, Iowa Central Community College, Blanden Memorial Art Museum, Shellabration, Stage Door Productions, Hawkeye Community Theater, Fort Dodge trail system, Fort Dodge Police Department, Phillips Auditorium renovation project, Clayton’s AFES organization and the Fort Museum, Frontier Village and Frontier Opera House.
But wait, there’s more, including: Friends of the Oleson Park Zoo, nonprofit grocery stores in Manson and Gowrie, Friends of Oakland Cemetery, Lizard Creek Blues Society, Serving Our Servants volunteer program (honoring the late Pastor Al Henderson), Blanden Charitable Foundation, Fort Dodge Historical Foundation, Fort Dodge Choral Society, Fort Dodge Area Symphony, Fort Dodge Fine Arts Association, Almost Home Humane Society, Early Community Childhood Center, Meals on Wheels Program, Dayton Rodeo, downtown Fort Dodge gateway features (new clock tower in the downtown roundabout), Dodger Baseball Diamond renovation.
Among the most recent and publicly visible that were targets of foundation support: the Floyd of Rosedale sculpture, the Fort Dodge grain silo mural and the Webster County Freedom Rock.
And more recently (in November), “Lift,” a one-ton, 24-foot-long, stainless-steel sculpture installed at the Fort Dodge Regional Airport entrance on Nelson Avenue.
Two of the foundations came about through the love of community by Catherine Vincent Deardorf and Ann Smeltzer. Both are deceased, but the financial legacy they left behind lives on.
Catherine Vincent Deardorf established the Charitable Foundation - https://deardorf.org/- bearing her name in 1993, the year before her death. She gifted $8 million to start the foundation. Her family had acquired wealth in early Fort Dodge. She was the social editor of The Messenger for a number of years and owner of the newspaper from 1959 to 1963. In choosing to acknowledge and thank the community via the foundation, she selected professional advisers and trusted friends to serve as its first directors. Initial foundation holdings were exclusively American Home Products stock.
The Deardorf Foundation is operated by a seven-person board of directors comprising Jane Gibb (an original member of the board), Rhonda Chambers, Peg Trevino, Maureen Merrill, Kyle Sande, Jennifer Condon and Megan Secor. The board meets six times a year to review grant applications. The foundation annually distributes 5 percent from the year end’s Market Value, typically $300,000 - $350,000 per year, and has awarded more than $10 million in grants since its establishment, all within Webster County, said Chambers, who is director of aviation at Fort Dodge Regional Airport.
“I think that Catherine’s gift to this community is something very unique and special,” Chambers said. “It makes me proud to follow her and keep her foundation intact. It’s a very rewarding board, for what we can do for the community. I think the board has done a better job of promoting itself, helping people understand there is grant money for projects.”
The Ann Smeltzer Charitable Trust -https://www.smeltzertrust.org/- was established in 2000 as one of the final wishes of a woman who was a lifelong resident of Fort Dodge and Webster County; she died in 1999. She was a strong supporter of cultural events in Fort Dodge and helped many young artists throughout her lifetime. She was also a supporter of the environment through her many donations to organizations in Iowa and around the world.
Trustees meet monthly to consider requests. William Griffel is president of the board, Jo Seltz is vice president, Dr. Mike Bottorff is secretary and Branden Hansel is treasurer. Others are Jim Kersten, Audra Fisher, Norm Lundquist, Rita Schmidt and T.H. Hoefing.
“Ann did a whole lot more in Fort Dodge than a lot of people ever gave her credit for,” Griffel said. “She put a lot of kids through college, always in music, as far as I know. She had a lot of friends. She gave a lot of money away, that’s where they put the trust together. The areas picked for representatives were all areas where Ann donated or worked with.”
In the last year, the trust has received 33 requests for funding. In addition, it annually grants 10 scholarships of $2,000 each to college juniors, seniors or graduate students who are from Webster, Buena Vista or Palo Alto counties. Funding for the trust comes from 2,600 acres of farmland on eight farms it owns in those counties. Income for the trust depends on crop prices, Griffel said.
“Last year and this year have been very good years,” he said.
Trust assets also include the Smeltzer House on Scond Avenue South in Fort Dodge and four lots in the Oak Hill Historic District.
“The groups we help, they’re always very thankful,” Griffel said. “We try to help as many people and organizations as we can. Some would be hard-pressed to do stage productions. For them, rights to use music can be incredible. Without help they couldn’t make a go of it.”
The Fort Dodge Community Foundation is an independent, 501(c)3 public charity that enables people with philanthropic interests to support causes they care about in Fort Dodge, Webster County and north central Iowa. It oversees and manages more than $22 million of assets.
The history of philanthropic groups in Fort Dodge traces back to 1928 when a group of residents established theFort Dodge Community Chest. Frank W. Griffith, a noted local architect, was the board president and C.B. Smeltzer, a member of one of Fort Dodge’s founding families (and father of Ann Smeltzer), was the campaign chair. Mrs. R.P. Atwell served as the Women’s Division Chair. The campaign slogan was “Let’s Put a Feather in Fort Dodge’s Hat!” Red feathers were used throughout the community to signify participation in this first community-wide effort to meet local critical human needs through philanthropy.
In 1956, the board of directors of the Fort Dodge’s Community Chest voted to become a United Way affiliated organization and incorporated as United Way of Greater Fort Dodge. Then in July 2007, United Way of Greater Fort Dodge and the Community Foundation of Fort Dodge and North Central Iowa merged into one philanthropic organization. This collaborative model is the first of its kind in the nation, its director, Randy Kuhlman said,and offers the community and region a “one-stop-shop,” for community-based charitable giving.
Kuhlman, its director since 2009, said the foundation creates long-term assets and makes grants to better the community and improve its quality of life.
“Over the last five years, we have provided support for 70-80 organizations, most in Fort Dodge and Webster County and some around the state,” he said.
Grants through the foundation total, on average, about $1.3 million to $1.6 million annually.
The goal of its 17-member board of directors, which meets monthly, is “to help Fort Dodge become a better, more prosperous community,” Kuhlman said. Board members are: Susan Ahlers Leman, Dave Beekman, John Bruner, Matt Cosgrove, Leah Glasgo, Kellie Guderian, Chris Hayek, Jim Humes, Deb Johnson, Mike Johnson, Scott Johnson, Sarah Livingston, Scott McQueen, Lin Simpson, Troy Shaner, Jesse Ulrich and Lisa Wilson.
In considering causes or groups to support, he said, “We try to be as apolitical as we possibly can be. We have donors on both sides of the equation, and we don’t want to lose either of them. We’re kind of seen as Switzerland, so to speak. My biggest challenge is to make people who have wealth aware of what we do and how they can give back to their community. You find those people, talk to them, do friend-raising to make them aware of what we do. What’s touching your heart in your community.”
The foundation has developed a historical web site - https://www.fd-foundation.org/
“Fort Dodge and Webster County have a very robust history, but all of it is in files at the Historical Society at the public library…or in Roger Natte’s head (referring to the well-known Fort Dodge educator and historian),” Kuhlman said. “It’s been fun, educational and we’ve gotten a lot of positive feedback.”
In her book “Pieces of Eight: Still Best Friends After All These Years,” Rosalie Maggio shared stories told through the voices of each of the eight Maggio siblings and their favorite memories of growing up in Fort Dodge.
With the Sept. 18 death of the woman who was a world-renowned author, the oldest of one of the city’s best-known and closest-knit families, there are now seven Maggio siblings to share her legacy.
“We all miss her terribly,” said her brother Mark. “As our eldest sibling, she set the tone in so many ways in our family, and she was so important to all of our development.”
Said another brother, Frank, second-born to Rosalie by 14 months, “She and I were best buddies in Victoria (Texas) as Mom and Dad started out with the two of us. As we grew, she developed into this person with great compassion for literally every person she met. Her mission is now completed.”
This woman with the family nickname “Punky” (no one recalls its origin) was the “leader of their band,” to paraphrase Dan Fogelberg’s classic 1981 song. Her blood runs through their instruments and her song is in their souls, and yes, they are living legacies to the leader of the Maggio Band that comprises, in birth order, after Rosalie:
• Frank (nicknamed Ciccio), who worked in the investment industry in Michigan, Indiana, Puerto Rico and Texas before moving to New York City with Smith Barney. He retired in 1995 and lives with his wife Mary Claire in the village of Quogue, New York.
• Patrick, who has practiced law for 47 years in Pueblo and Colorado Springs, Colorado, and lives with his wife Cynthia in Colorado Springs.
• Kevin, who practiced government law for 20 years and worked in the private business sector and the nonprofit sector for 17 years; he retired to Mexico.
• Mary, who is retired after directing theater plays for years at the high school level and also volunteering her time in helping new Americans; she lives with her husband Mike Pliner in Minneapolis.
• Paul, who practiced dentistry for 36 years, retiring in 2016, and lives with his wife Terry in Madison, Wisconsin.
• Mark, who is a retired professor, teaching at Iowa State University, George Mason University and Des Moines Area Community College in Boone, Carroll and Ames, and now a part-time farmer near Story City.
• And the youngest, Matt, who has lived in Fort Dodge with his wife Laura since 1986, when he began his dentistry practice, initially working for 12 years with his father, Paul, who practiced for 60 years before retiring. The age span between Rosalie and Matt is 16 years.
In her 77 years on this Earth, Rosalie Maggio left a large footprint.
She was on the forefront of popularizing inclusive language and women’s quotations as author of hundreds of articles and 24 books – including “How to Say It: Choice Words, Phrases, Sentences & Paragraphs,”a 3-million-copy bestseller written, she said, “for busy people, people who were quite capable of writing great letters if only they had the time.”
Her 1988 work, “The Nonsexist Word Finder: A Dictionary of Gender-Free Usage,” was one of the first, if not the first, practical guides to using inclusive language. Its latest incarnation in 2015, “Unspinning the Spin: The Women’s Media Center Guide to Fair and Accurate Language”, had a posthumous online relaunch in mid-October, a month after her death, fulfilling Maggio’s desire for her work to be accessible to everyone and easy to reference.
“It is bittersweet to launch this new language resource without her,” said Julie Burton, president and CEO of the Women’s Media Center. “She knew that every word mattered, and that language is a powerful tool to fuel women’s equality and the work of the feminist movement.”
Maggio produced eight published collections of quotations from famous women, adding women’s voices back into the historical record with sayings from biblical times to the present and published as “The Beacon Book of Quotations by Women.”
More recently, Maggio was the resurrector of the long-forgotten French daredevil, athlete, and pilot Marie Marvingt, who set the world’s first women’s aviation records, with her 2019 book, “Marie Marvingt, Fiancee of Danger: First Female Bomber Pilot, World-Class Athlete and Inventor of the Air Ambulance.”
An anonymous reviewer once wrote this: “Rosalie Maggio is a fast-talking, choppy-sentenced, witty, successful woman. Her subject matter of gender-correct language is important, but I was much more struck by her person. She is a woman’s woman.”
Fame never got to her head, said her sister Mary: “I’m not bragging, but it’s hard to find a braggart among my family and friends who grew up in Fort Dodge. The example foremost in my mind was my sister. Rosalie was simply unable to brag. I’d have to drag things out of her. You worked with Gloria Steinem/Lily Tomlin/Geena Davis?! You won what award?! You sold how may copies?!
“There was a humility about Rosalie that you didn’t realize until you left the conversation. She was always more interested in you than you could be in her. Her selflessness showed in her interest in people. She’d rather know about you than talk about her. She was humble, generous in spirit and a person of endless energy and vitality.”
Patrick Maggio believes his sister’s bout as a child with rheumatic fever, when she was a seventh grader at Corpus Christi School, may have set the stage for her career. He explains:
“In 1901 Fort Dodgers, with a lot of foresight, sought and received $30,000 from Andrew Carnegie to build a magnificent library on First Avenue North. In my Corpus Christi grade school years, it was my job to go to the library each week and pick up Punky’s weekly selection of books. Usually six to eight books. I’d often spend lots of time at the 3×5 index card catalog cabinet researching some of the subjects Punky had requested. Punky was suffering from rheumatic fever and was confined to home.
“When I returned home with her books, she always gave me a sucker and complimented my hard and wise work. Punky was energizing and building my self-esteem. She never missed an opportunity to compliment her siblings -even when they hadn’t done such a good job.
“Her rich interaction with the Fort Dodge Public Library was no doubt a significant component in her development which resulted in her becoming a world-class author and a very special person to all who knew her. Her helping me to develop self-esteem may be a factor contributing to my successful 47- year law practice.”
Rosalie Maggio’s love of books stayed with her until the very end, when she succumbed to pancreatic cancer, said her husband of 52 years, David Koskenmaki, of La Crescenta, California, who added:
“Her legacy: the tens of thousands of quotations by women that she unearthed, always from the original sources. She found and rescued many obscure and forgotten women who had important things to say. She read thousands of books. Even toward the end she was still borrowing and reading books from the library at the rate of five to 10 per week.”
Rosalie was born Nov. 8, 1943, to Irene and Dr. Paul Maggio, in Victoria, Texas, where her father served as an Army dentist. She and brother Frank moved in 1945 with their parents to Fort Dodge where they and their six Fort Dodge-born siblings (all born at Mercy Hospital) were raised, first in a house on Second Avenue South and 12th Street and then to a new house in the Savage Addition.
The Maggio family has deep roots in Fort Dodge. Mark Maggio said that in 2016, George Mason University sent him to Sicily where he was a visiting professor at the University of Palermo. “It was a great pleasure for me and they were really great students. The students were fascinated with the idea that my grandparents emigrated from there 106 years earlier, landing first in Boone, then Fort Dodge. Then this guy returns as a professor, whose family has kept the traditions and connections (including three families of cousins) to Sicily alive. They helped me with my Italian language, which Rosalie and I both spoke, and thus we laughed a lot. She encouraged me to learn Italian in my late 50s, which I am still studying. I am so glad she did.”
After graduating from St. Edmond High School in 1961, Rosalie majored in French at the University of Saint Catherine in St. Paul, Minnesota. She moved to Chicago to work as an editor for a surgical publication and it was there that she met David Koskenmaki, a student at Northwestern University who is now retired after a career as a metallurgist.
“Rosalie and I met when two of our friends had recruited us to help move a sailboat from Waukegan harbor to Chicago harbor in June of 1968,” he said. “Although both of us had previously been lined up in blind dates with others, this outing was definitely not meant as a date. It was entirely unplanned. Our friends thought we would never hit it off – we were too different in terms of interests. I was outdoorsy and athletic, studied science and engineering. She was intellectual, studied art, philosophy, literature, languages and such. But in a way we complemented and appreciated each other. I quickly recognized her ability to empathize with others, her graciousness, her intelligence, her passion, and her love of life.
“We spent that sailboat trip talking and by the time we reached Chicago three hours later I knew I wanted to spend as much time as possible with her and I hoped she felt the same way about me. By that fall we planned to get married and did.” They were married Dec. 28, 1968, in the chapel of the Marian Home in Fort Dodge.
After a move to Ames where David earned his PhD at Iowa State University, the couple moved to Middletown, Ohio, for six years and then to St. Paul in 1979. The family lived there until 2001 when they moved to California.
Their three children all live in California: Liz, a veterinarian at an animal hospital in Burbank, married to Anthony Ausgang; Katie, director of station relations and communications for Independent Television Services in San Francisco, married to Jason Middleton with one child, Margot; and Matt, who composes music for reality TV (Survivor, American Chopper) for Vanacore Music in Los Angeles, married to Nora with children Zoe and Evy.
“During my entire life I had wanted a horse,” daughter Liz said, “but we could never afford one. When I was in vet school, specializing in equine medicine, my mom received her very first royalty check. With it, she bought me my first horse, Spotlight – a 3-year-old Arabian gelding, who lived to be 30. Her book ‘How To Say It’ put me through veterinary school, and covered the tuition for my sister in Yale and then Columbia University, and my brother at Berklee School of Music. My dad was able to retire from his position as a research metallurgist at 3M so he could pursue his love of the outdoors–kayaking, rock climbing, hiking, skiing, and snow shoeing. He was finally able to fulfill his dream of hiking the Pacific Crest Trail from Mexico to Canada. That’s how mom was with her money, give-give-give, before herself.”
Matt Maggio said his sister credited her Fort Dodge roots for all the opportunities afforded her.
“She had a wide circle of friends, a strong faith community and many extended family relations,” he said. “Through our parents’ friendship with the Glaser family, Frank, Pat and Kevin each worked at Gus Glaser Meats during the summer in high school. Punky also worked for the Glaser family, but as a babysitter. Pat Glaser recalls that Rosalie was always ready with an original story or activity to entertain the children. And she could stir gravy and give the baby a bottle at the same time. Apparently, Rosalie learned a lot from her mother who was caring for eight of her own children.
“The Heddingers were neighbors in Savage Addition and Rosalie was their favorite babysitter. Joyce Hedinger noted that she always called for Rosalie first as she was the one her children requested. Little did these families know that Rosalie invented and practiced her stories and activities ahead of time on her siblings at home.”
Roxie Bunda Kaminski was a good friend of Rosalie’s during their elementary school days. “Punky always had a stack of books in her room and would often be reading several at one time. She had a wonderful quick wit and was always happy and making us laugh when we were there.”
Frank Maggio recalled that he was always two years behind Rosalie in school, from first grade through senior year at St. Edmond. “You must understand that she was an A+ student and always obedient. I often heard, Your sister never did that!…Your sister always completed her homework…Your sister got 100 on every test – and so on, for 12 years!
“I received a football scholarship to the College of St. Thomas. If it were not for her encouragement and insistence, I would not have gone to college. During my freshman year, she was in the same dorm at St Catherine’s as was my future wife. She set us up on a blind date. After 55 years of marriage, I still thank Rosalie for that introduction.”
The leader of the Maggio band never hesitated to encourage her siblings to try new things, Kevin Maggio recalled.
“For Punky’s going-away dinner for her freshman year of college, we went to Tony’s. She noticed a new side dish on the menu: oyster stew. Punky’s motto was: try everything life has to offer. I was six years younger and not as adventurous, but she convinced me to try the stew. Finally, I took a bite, gagged, ran to the rest room and spit it out. When I returned to the table white as a ghost, she fondly smiled at me and said, ‘Well, at least you tried!’ Six years later it was my turn to go to college and that meant a trip to Tony’s for spaghetti and meatballs, breadsticks, pickled herring, Marcella, and no oyster stew.”
Asked what were her mother’s Top Ten loves of her life, Liz responded: Family, Travel (France and Sicily were tops), Reading, Writing (children’s stories were her passion), Working towards social equality of all (not just women, but all under-represented groups around the world), Correspondence with friends and family throughout her life, Her roses (she nurtured her rose bushes and loved each one), The ocean and looking for treasures in the sand, Her office and surrounding herself with beautiful things that she loved (she collected inkwells, tea sets, and old, old books), and Piano playing.
The family had no inkling when it celebrated Christmas 2020 that it would be its last with Rosalie. She was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer in July 2019, had successful surgery followed by chemotherapy and doctors felt that her long-term prognosis would be good. “We thought she had years,” Liz said, “she was doing so great. It wasn’t until June of 2021 that she started to experience pain. She was diagnosed with metastatic pancreatic cancer in August, and died a month afterwards. She had tremendous pain, but hospice was able to help her manage it.”
The family got Rosalie home from the hospital two days before she died so she could be in familiar surroundings. In her final hours, Rosalie was surrounded by her husband and three children and sister Mary. They played her favorite songs, shared a bottle of French champagne, told favorite stories until she took her last breath.
Ever the writer and communicator, Rosalie spoke by phone to each of her brothers and sister to say goodbye weeks before her death and wrote a farewell letter to each of her children and to her husband. In the letter she wrote to Liz, Rosalie said:
“I have packed an awful lot into these years, and if I’m happy with what I had, you should be happy, too. I’ve loved every minute…Some people have unfinished business with someone who’s died. I don’t think we do. Talk to me about it. I’m still around, you know. You just can’t see me. Unless that weirds you out. I will be truly truly pissed if you and I don’t get to meet again in the next world. I’m looking forward to it.”
Her family plans a memorial for Rosalie next June in California and will live-stream it for those who cannot attend.
Mick Flaherty had a tough decision to make.
Just six days after laying to rest his son Tim, the highly respected manager of Fort Dodge’s Hy Vee store who died Sept. 6, Mick was to meet up with St. Edmond High School classmates in Iowa City for their annual gathering at a Hawkeye football game against Kent State.
Tim’s death was totally unexpected and fell heavily on Mick and his wife Alyce and the close-knit Flaherty family. Tim had been healthy and immersed in a wonderful life with wife Jodi and their four children.
“Mick,” his friend and classmate Paul Stevens told him in a phone call the day before Tim’s services, “you do what is best for you and Alyce and your family - the guys will understand if you decide not to come. But if you do, you’ll be swallowed up in a sea of hugs and support from guys who love you.”
With Alyce’s support, that’s just what he did. Mick was greeted with warmth and affection, saw a Hawkeye victory over Kent State, and got to spend time with his grandson Sean - Tim’s son, a senior who does film work for Hawkeye football - at a pre-game dinner and at Sean’s apartment.
This story epitomizes what the annual gathering of a dozen St. Edmond Class of ‘64 classmates (and three adopted from the Class of ‘63) is all about.
“It began 20-plus years ago with some great friends wanting to see the Hawkeyes play,” Greg Sells said. “But it quickly evolved into wanting to see some great friends and also see the Hawkeyes play. In a world of uncertainties and changes, it’s comforting to get together with friends of 65 years or more.”
It’s a tradition that began 21 years ago - ironically, in Kirk Ferentz’ second season as Iowa’s head coach - when there were just three of them – Sells of Carmichael, Calif., Paul Wright of Nashville and Paul Stevens of Lenexa, Kan.
Frank Kopish, of Bloomington, Minn., agrees that it is friends first, game second:
“It’s not about a football game. It’s about a lifetime of friendship as we reach our mid-70s with an even greater realization of what’s most important in life.
“The meaning of the weekend has changed with time. At first the weekend was just to be able to see a good football game with friends. As time passed, the weekend has become a reunion. A reunion of old grade school friends, high school friends and new friends. The game is not the main objective of the weekend. The time is spent reliving the past year ups and downs, goods and bads. A time to gather support for your coming year and challenges.
“I don’t even know how many years I have been attending this special time but each one has been a life-enriching experience and a learning experience. I have untold respect and love for each one of the group. I personally have been blessed with some extraordinary people.”
The tradition has persevered through the births of grandchildren…the deaths of parents, of classmates, and other loved ones…through the end of their working lives and into their new world of retirement…of health issues and other maladies of aging. They’ve helped each other cope with change that comes with life.
“This annual event contributes sooo much to my happiness,” said Steve Dapper, of Austin, Texas. “I wait with great expectations each year (sans Covid) and then it is over in a blink of an eye…but memories of laughs, smiles, and ever-expanding stories that last until the next visit. High school friendships that run this deep and with our posse of 12 are extremely rare. True love and compassion for all. No judgment, just a hug when needed.”
The genesis for the reunion goes back to 1967-68 when Sells, Wright and Stevens (and Harry Baumhover of Carroll) shared an apartment in Iowa City while attending the University of Iowa. It came in the wake of a tragic car accident a year earlier that cost Sells the use of his legs. They were big Hawkeye fans (Sells’ older brother Boake played football at Iowa), even though the Hawks were in the throes of losing seasons.
It was also a time when love and friendship shined through – even when the times were not easy. Wright recalls going with Sells to the Iowa Fieldhouse to register for classes. It was a wet, sloppy day and the tile floor was slippery.
“Greg was using crutches and he slipped and went down face-first,” Wright recalled. “He was insistent that he help himself, so I resisted the urge to help him up. He struggled to get to his feet, cleaned himself off, grinned at me and said, ‘That was a helluva start, wasn’t it?’ That resolve has carried with me throughout my life whenever something difficult comes along.”
Fast forward to 1982 when all three were through with their schooling and into their chosen professions: Sells and Stevens met in Pasadena, Calif., to see the Hawkeyes and star quarterback Chuck Long and Coach Hayden Fry play the University of Washington in the Rose Bowl. Disabled access was limited so they were seated on the playing field, in a corner of the end zone right in front of the Washington band.
Finally, a couple decades later, the three decided it was time to return to Iowa City to see the Hawkeyes play. They did, watching the Hawks lose to Iowa State, 24-14, in 2000. It wasn’t initially intended to become an annual event, but that’s what happened.
In subsequent years, they were joined by Kopish and fellow Twin Cities residents John Anderson and Pat O’Brien; Dapper; Doug Goodrich of La Quinta, Calif., and Whitewater, Wis.; Mark McCarville of Evanston, Ill., and Flaherty, a lifelong resident of Fort Dodge.
Stevens’ brothers-in-law Mike Tracy of Cherokee and Gene Baker of Clear Lake (the only member without a direct Fort Dodge tie) joined in, and two of Tracy’s St. Edmond Class of 1963 classmates completed the group – Dennis Lawler, of Springdale, Ark., and Jim Konvalinka, of Wylie, Texas.
Before his first game with the group, Lawler marked his calendar thinking it was for the Iowa State homecoming game in Ames – but soon discovered it was for the Hawkeyes’ homecoming in Iowa City: “I’m an ISU alum, but I’ve been a Hawkeye fan since I was about 8, so it didn’t matter. Besides, it’s about the guys, not the game.
“The first of these reunions that I attended was especially memorable to me because, while I knew most of the ‘younger’ guys, they weren’t in my class, and I hadn’t seen them for decades. In the hotel lobby the day before the game, one by one, these old friends drifted in. One was Frank Kopish. Frank played center on the football team, and I was the quarterback. Frank came up to me in the lobby, extended his right hand, and said, ‘Hi, Denny. Frank Kopish.’ I replied, ‘Turn around.’ He did. ‘Yup,’ I said. ‘You’re Frank. I’d recognize that tush anywhere.’”
Goodrich said his wife Barb asked him how it went upon his return from his first weekend with the group.
“I could only express it in this fashion,” he said. “We had our dinner at the Iowa Power and Light and though we had all aged with children and grandchildren, I felt as if we had just shagged the drag and settled down on the Square for a pizza. The conversation was so familiar and heartwarming. Everyone was just the same in spite of the passing years. I felt so privileged to be a part of the old group again and it remains my favorite weekend of the year.”
Not all of the games the group has attended were in Iowa City. One season, they met in Fort Dodge on a Friday night to watch St. Edmond (coached by Dick Tighe) in a game at Dodger Stadium and the next day traveled to Ames’ Jack Trice Stadium to watch the Cyclones and Northern Iowa play after a tailgate party hosted by Flaherty. Dapper, Kopish and Lawler are Iowa State grads and Flaherty is an avid Cyclone fan.
(Speaking of Tighe, the winningest prep football coach in Iowa history over 63 years of coaching, Mick Flaherty and his grandson Sean both played for Tighe. Not many grandpas and their grandsons can say that.)
Another year, they met in Minneapolis-St. Paul and were joined by their wives for a dinner after watching the Hawkeyes defeat the Golden Gophers at Huntington Bank Stadium.
In Iowa City, a highlight one year was to watch a practice of the Iowa basketball team at Carver Arena in Coach Fran McCaffery’s first season as Hawkeye coach, in 2010. After practice, McCaffery posed with members of the group for a photo.
And perhaps the most memorable moment of any game the group attends at Kinnick
Stadium is taking part in college football’s most inspiring tradition. It’s the wonderful, tear-inducing Iowa Wave – when at the end of the first quarter everyone in the stadium, players of both teams included, turn to the University of Iowa Stead Family Children’s Hospital overlooking Kinnick, and wave to all of the patients – who in turn wave back.
The trips alone to Iowa City can become an event. O’Brien is joined by Kopish, Sells and Anderson for the drive from the Twin Cities and said their usual stop for lunch is the East Bremer Diner in Waverly where they find great small-town Iowa cuisine including breaded pork tenderloin sandwiches.
“We are still searching for Maid Rites,” O’Brien said, but Lawler and Stevens have found just that in their trip up I-35 from Kansas City. Their regular stop for lunch is at the Maid Rite restaurant in Lamoni, just north of the Iowa-Missouri border, where they imbibe in a tenderloin or Maid Rite sandwich at the Iowa-born restaurant (Muscatine, 1926).
Said Anderson, a retired teacher and coach, “Even though most of us had not been in regular contact with our football group over the years, when we meet for the game it’s like we are just a few years removed from high school. We still share stories about high school and even grade school. Many great stories about the antics that were pulled that drove our teachers crazy.”
Anderson’s wife Barb adds: “Every fall the guys gear up for their football weekend and each time I am reminded of the tight-knit friendships they had in high school. It is so like them to keep connected and maintain these lifelong friendships. I love this tradition!”
Flaherty, a longtime insurance agent and financial adviser in Fort Dodge, doesn’t regret the decision to join his classmates for the Kent State game – though at dinner Friday night, he was cemented to his mobile phone to track the first start of his grandson, sophomore J.T. Laufersweiler, as Gael quarterback. Flaherty was also rightfully proud that in death, Tim’s corneas, kidneys and liver were donated through the Iowa Donor Network. “He lives on, through them,” Flaherty said.
“Alyce and I both thought that having supper with Sean was important since this had been planned for months and he was looking forward to it,” Flaherty said. “The classmates were so welcoming to him and me. It is an experience that he or I will never forget. We are so fortunate to have family and friends at a time like this. My motto now is that you will never see a rainbow if you keep looking down.”
It’s a dream that one fine day will become a reality - when the curtain rises and performers take the stage for the debut of the Phillips Middle School Auditorium.
The renovation work now under way in one of Fort Dodge’s most historic buildings is the result of the blood, sweat and tears of many members of the Fort Dodge Fine Arts Association which is now raising funds to get the project completed.
Amy Kersten Bruno, program coordinator for the Fort Dodge Community Foundation and a board member of the arts association, said the goal is to begin use of the auditorium in spring 2022.
The association is a nonprofit (501 3 c) that has created a voice for the arts in Fort Dodge, Webster County and the surrounding region by helping facilitate, coordinate, advertise and grow the arts.
“FD Fine Arts is just another way that brings the citizens of Fort Dodge together as a community,” said Alaina Porter, who took part in many performances growing up in Fort Dodge, from age 6 on, and is now a sophomore at Iowa State University in Ames. “It gives everyone involved a chance to express themselves through music, art, and performance, all while bonding with those around them, and providing entertainment to the rest of the town.”
Porter, whose mother, Amy, has been heavily involved in the performing arts and whose father, Roger, is the city’s chief of police, believes it “allows people to never stop doing what they love, which is really important to those who use their musical hobbies as an outlet, as a distraction from stressful lives, or simply as a source of happiness.”
The beginnings of the Fine Arts Association trace to 1983 when it was incorporated as a nonprofit; back then, the group produced a paper calendar of annual events and put on the Oak Hill Arts Festival. Now it makes strong use of social media and email to get the word out. It has grown rapidly in the past six years to more than 60 members – including the Comedia Players, the Fort Dodge Symphony, the Karl King Band and the Blanden Memorial Art Museum.
Among other groups that are members of the association: Arts R Alive in Webster City, Comedia Musica, Fort Museum and Frontier Village, First Covenant Church, First Presbyterian Church, Hawkeye Community Theatre, Legacy Learning Boone River Valley, New Covenant Christian Church, Shellabration, Webster City Community Theatre, Willow Ridge and Vincent House.
Executive Director Shelly Bottorff, whose salary is paid by the arts association and Iowa Central Community College, said it is difficult to find available rehearsal and performance space. Many locations are affiliated with schools, and users must work around the schools’ schedules, their rehearsals and performances and the school day and calendars. Such rentals also can be expensive.
The association found a solution in the form of the auditorium in a 99-year-old building located at 1015 Fifth Ave. N., listed on the National Register of Historic Places, that was home to Fort Dodge Senior High from 1922 to 1958, North Junior High from 1958 to 1984 and Phillips Middle School from 1984 to 2013. It and Fair Oaks Middle School (once South Junior High) were sold to Foutch Brothers LLC of Kansas City around 2015-16 to be converted into apartments.
The association forged a partnership in 2019 with Foutch Brothers, developers of the Phillips Luxury Apartment project, to renovate the Phillips Middle School Auditorium. It’s located right inside the front door of the building housing the apartments. A lease signed with Foutch Bros. on May 14 allows the arts association to use the auditorium at no charge as long as it spends at least $15,000 in capital improvements each year. When performances begin, there will be a revenue share with the building’s owner.
As funds become available, work progresses to restore the auditorium which seats about 600. The stage has been resurfaced, public restrooms renovated and the main floor carpeted. Among work still to be accomplished: obtaining a stage curtain, repairing and cleaning seating, and installing lighting and sound systems. To date, the association has raised about $58,000 of the total project cost of at least $150,000.
“It will be a great asset for all of the city and surrounding area to upgrade the Phillips auditorium,” said Larry Mitchell, founder of Comedia Musica and choral director at Fort Dodge Senior High for 31 years.
“We did almost all of our regular high school a capella concerts on that stage,” Mitchell said. “The stage had great sound. Having been active in the performing arts for over 40 years in Fort Dodge, I couldn’t be more delighted with the Fine Arts organization under the leadership of Shelly Bottorff.”
The association works hard at promoting adults and students who take part in the arts – through an email distribution list of 2,000, social media including its own web site and a Facebook page with 2,300 followers, Twitter, Instagram, newsletters, Twist and Shout, the Business Connections publication and The Messenger.
“For me, this organization thinks outside of the box,” Bottorff said. “We are able to shift in order to fulfill current needs. We are a creative force and willing to try it all with the goal of celebrating, connecting and collaborating with, the arts in our area.
“We held a student art show earlier this summer. I look forward to making this an annual event. The look on the kids’ faces when they see their artwork displayed in a real-life gallery is pretty amazing.”
Shining Star, delivered monthly by email, is into its fifth year of featuring those as young as kindergartners through college students. Local art and music teachers, theater directors, speech coaches, private teachers and community leaders nominate students for this honor. Selection is based on participation, leadership, willingness to learn, kindness, interest in and passion for art, music and/or culture.
Ella Champagne, a freshman at FDSH active in Stage Door Musicals and Blanden camps and activities, is among the young people who have been featured in Shining Star.
“Ella thought it was really great to be recognized for all the different music activities she’s participated in through the years,” said her mother, Amy Champagne. “A lot of people commented on the number of activities she’s been in.”
The Artist Spotlight began more than a decade ago through Twist and Shout. The arts association took it over about three years ago and makes the monthly selection that highlights a professional artist who makes positive contributions to art and culture. Among those featured have been professional actors, photographers, musicians, teachers, stage directors, visual artists, and chefs as well as lifelong contributors to the art and culture scene in Fort Dodge - including community theater performers, hobby artists and more.
The four-year-old Fort Dodge Fine Arts Scholarship program provides scholarship money in memory of four artists who have passed away: Bill Kurtz, Becky Joslin, Paul Reisner and Jeremy Caldeira. The scholarships are administered in a partnership with Brutal Republic, a rock band that is one of the association’s for-profit Supporting Artists. It raises funds and selects recipients, and the association helps disburse the funds.
The association operates a Fine Arts Gallery at 921 Central Ave., in a building owned by Kevin Crimmins, who rents it to the group for a nominal fee, Bruno said. The gallery displays artwork, by appointment, and also is used for meetings. A portion of proceeds from sales of the artwork goes to the association.
Member artists also can display their work at the Shiny Top Brewery, owned by Todd and Nate McCubbin, and at Soldier Creek Winery, owned by the Secor family. Both companies are Supporting Artists of the association.
During the 2018-19 school year, students in the Athletics for Education and Success program operated by Charles Clayton wrote and produced a movie, ‘‘Too Late,’’ and it premiered in spring of 2019.
“The AFES project was really amazing,” Bottorff said. “The students were able to create their own movie. They wrote the story, created the script, came up with camera shots, acted in, blocked... EVERYTHING for their movie, Too Late. The students had professional headshot photos taken too that were displayed in the lobby along with some of their original artwork. The Red Carpet premier was held at the Fort 8 movie theater. We had two showings. This was the first time the students had actually seen the completed project. This was really well attended by the community. The kids were so proud.”
One of Fort Dodge’s most visible art projects is the Grain Silo Mural, painted by Australian artist Guido van Helten, which at 110 feet high is the largest mural in Iowa. Bruno said the association is working with the city to get trail amenities, lighting and signage.
“Just about every time I drive by the mural, there are people looking at it,” she said. “It is a wonderful representation of Fort Dodge’s rich history of industry, agriculture manufacturing and more.”
Fort Dodge Mayor Matt Bemrich said the arts make a strong contribution to the area’s economy.
“It really defines a mission to embrace the cultural environment and complement other economic activities in the community – such as the agriculture sector, banking and finance, manufacturing,” he said. “They all have connections.”
Featured as a Shining Star in August was Aaron Amhof, who will be a junior at FDSH where he takes part in baseball, band, theater, choir and speech. His favorite moment on stage?
“The first time I stepped on stage for Comedia’s Mary Poppins,” he replied.
How will the arts be a part of your life in 20 years?
“In 20 years I strongly think that music and the arts will still be a big part of my life,” he said. “I will always keep singing and keep performing as much as I can.”
Music to the ears of the Fine Arts Association.
When it came to community service, Ed O’Leary walked the walk and talked the talk.
It was his lifetime passion to serve his fellow citizens of Fort Dodge, a city where the proud Irishman was born and which he served so well through the nearly 85 years he spent on this Earth – a journey that ended a month ago when he died at Trinity Regional Medical Center (on July 8) after a long fight with myasthenia gravis.
“His passion was doing, he wasn’t one to sit back and let things go by,” said daughter Debbie O’Leary, of Granger. “He delivered. He made a difference because he cared – he cared about people and the community.”
Days after retiring as a Post Office mail carrier of 35 years, he became director of the Fort Dodge Human Rights Commission and served for nine years. Although he grew up attending parochial schools, he served two three-year terms on the Fort Dodge School Board, including a year as president, after earlier work on a committee that helped desegregate the city’s public schools. He served with the Area Education Agency, Elderbridge Agency on Aging, worked as a Red Cross volunteer, United Way board member, Daybreak Rotary Club member, a youth sports coach, and on Sundays – no day off for him! – he ushered at Corpus Christi Catholic Church.
Beyond Fort Dodge, he served three terms as state president of the National Association of Letter Carriers and was also president of the North Central Federation of Labor.
“Ed was the ultimate achiever,” said his brother, Jim O’Leary, recently retired as a federal judge in Cleveland. “Without ever having more than two years of college he became a letter carrier, taught himself labor law, became head of the local union, became head of the local letter carriers and eventually head of the State of Iowa’s Letter Carriers. He worked with the School Board in eliminating segregation in the Fort Dodge School District. All the other schools in Iowa were supposed to do the same per a federal judge’s order. None did, so they received the Fort Dodge desegregating plan and were ordered to follow it and Ed became a leader in the state for progressive policies and decent government for the people (and it did work).
“I finally realized Ed was a letter carrier but what he delivered was himself. That was his success. His life had purpose, he could talk to people with different points of view and never get in an argument. People always listened to him.”
Added Daryl Beall, a former Iowa state senator and one of his closest friends: “Ed O’Leary loved his community and the people of his community — all people — regardless of race, color, religion, nationality and culture. Ed and his beloved Betsy raised their four children to embrace and practice diversity and acceptance. His legacy goes beyond his own family. He left his community a better place because of his presence. He worked well with and for the Black and brown communities, and was devoted to building diversity, acceptance and unity among all peoples.”
In his eulogy for O’Leary in services at Holy Trinity Catholic Church, Monsignor Kevin McCoy put it this way:
“In essence, Ed’s life encompassed that Franciscan methodology: preach the gospel always, using words only when necessary. In other words, a believer’s deeds need to flow from one’s faith convictions. And certainly, Ed did just that in this life. Echoing today’s gospel and that second reading from St. Paul, Ed lived an evangelical generosity in helping others in need. And he was a man who truly did not live for himself, but he lived for the Lord and always with a bent toward being Christ for others. Ed shared his faith in Christ Jesus as generously as he would share of his own worldly goods as Ed cared so much about the welfare of others – probably even more than about himself.”
Or in less eloquent terms – he was not content to sit on the sidelines and watch the world go by. He was a player, to the very end. Even when the disease that afflicted him forced him to receive nutrition through a feeding tube in his final years, Debbie O’Leary said, he still got together for lunches or dinners with friends.
Ed O’Leary brought fun and laughter to those he knew and loved. He was the glue of a family of five boys throughout their lives (a sixth boy died at birth). He loved his four children, nine grandchildren and great-grandchild and was known by them for Papa’s Punch (green sherbet, 7UP) and his root beer floats. He was a diehard New York Yankees fan. He was an avid reader and left behind a library of more than 1,000 books. He collected coins. He loved CSPAN – his family swears that the CSPAN logo was permanently implanted on his television screen. He had from birth a patch of white in his black hair and once tried to dye it, Debbie O’Leary said, but ended up giving in and took pride that his hair never turned gray – a trait he proudly shared with his father and his grandmother.
He and Beall were in constant battle over who could find the most colorful socks to wear. He was a lifelong Democrat who was manager for Beall’s four state Senate campaigns.
“He might have had the last word,” Beall said. “I don’t know what he was wearing in the casket – which, not surprisingly, was dark Democrat blue.”
After O’Leary’s death, daughter Debbie said each grandchild and his great-grandchild were asked to pick out their favorite socks, which will be made into a sock puppet.
O’Leary was born at Mercy Hospital in Fort Dodge on July 19, 1936, the oldest of the six sons of William and Helen (Savage) O’Leary. Their father was a delivery driver for Sunbeam Bakery before working for Farner Bocken and their mother taught eighth-grade history at Corpus Christi School. His brothers who survive him are Pat, Tom and twins Jim and Bill; his brother Donald died at birth. Ed graduated in 1954 from Corpus Christi High School where, at a school dance, he met the love of his life, Betsy Drzycimski. She was a member of the first graduating class at St. Edmond High School in 1956 and they were wed two months later at Corpus Christi Church. They enjoyed 60 years of marriage before she died from cancer in 2016 at the age of 78.
He served in the U. S. Air Force, working at an early warning radar installation in Canada, and returned to attend Fort Dodge Junior College for two years and then went on to Iowa State University.
“He never finished college,” Debbie O’Leary said, “something he always regretted. I think that’s one reason why he always emphasized to us how important education is.”
The family returned to Fort Dodge and O’Leary worked at KVFD-TV as a camera operator when his mother suggested he should take the test to join the Post Office.
“He did well and was hired,” Debbie said. “He walked his routes – he had several different ones in his career – and he got to know everybody on his routes; they all knew him.”
Ed and Betsy had four children: Debbie O’Leary, who works for the State of Iowa in its information technology department; Sean, supervisor of electricians for DuPage County in Illinois; Julie Solnet, a retired elementary school teacher in Highland Ranch, Colo., and son Tom O’Leary, who died in 2012.
O’Leary was proud of the fact he worked at all three post offices in Fort Dodge, said fellow carrier Tom Filloon. O’Leary was the last carrier to be hired when the old Post Office was located on the northeast corner of Ninth Street and Central Avenue, then worked many years at the Post Office in the federal building at Second Avenue South and Eighth Street, and then for a short time at the present facility at 3440 Maple Drive before retiring.
“He was a truly unique person,” Filloon said. “He was very opinionated, and you always knew where you stood with him. Ed gave to other people all his life. He was a giving person.”
Dale Struecker, another fellow letter carrier, believes O’Leary’s work as a carrier helped pave the path for his second career in community service.
“Being a letter carrier, delivering mail door to door, you find out what’s going on with people,” he said. “Ed was always someone who was interested in people and how he could help. It was in his DNA. Some of his customers might be lonely and need someone to talk to. If he noticed mail was not being picked up, he’d know a relative to call or he might alert the police in case something was wrong.”
McCoy said in his eulogy that when he went to O’Leary’s home to administer last sacraments, he was struck by “how much Ed’s spirituality reflected that of St. Francis of Assisi who had a true and deep respect for the created order and, in particular, treated each human being with dignity. It is this spirit, I believe, that led Ed to his second career, if you will, as director of Fort Dodge’s Human Rights commission.”
O’Leary served as director of the Fort Dodge Human Rights Commission from 1995 to 2004. He was succeeded in that position by Jamie Anderson who served as its director before becoming the city’s human resources director in 2014.
“He taught me the basics of the job,” Anderson said. “He was very dedicated to his work and in ensuring equal rights and fair treatment for all.”
Debbie O’Leary was not surprised that her father relished his role with the commission.
“People were important to him. Every individual was important to him. He was so inclusive of people. He preached that about inclusivity and taught it to all of us when we were growing up. If there was someone people were making fun of because they were hard to understand, he would say, ‘They may have an accent but they know another language than you know.’ “
Tom Salvatore, a close friend and Post Office colleague, said O’Leary really enjoyed his work on the Human Rights Commission.
“He loved the challenge of life, he loved the challenge of stepping forward and protecting human rights. He was always for the underdog in life, no matter who it was. He stood up for people and didn’t let them be walked on. Whenever he did something, it was 100 percent or nothing. He would always say when I asked him how he kept going and going: ‘It’s never hard when it’s fun.'”
McCoy believes O’Leary’s greatest legacy was his impact on public education in Fort Dodge: “While his own children were educated in the parochial school system, Ed was a champion for education and wanted the best opportunities for every child. This very much flowed from his belief in the fundamental dignity of every human being – which fueled his interest locally in the Human Rights Commission and in desegregating local schools in the 1970s. He will long be remembered as a man of service within his community and his church.”
Memorial gifts received by the family will go toward some of his passions, Debbie said – the Fort Dodge School Foundation and Holy Trinity Catholic Church among them.
“After mom died of breast cancer, he heard there were people who had issues in getting money to buy gas to get to their chemo treatments,” she said, “so we purchased gas cards in his memory for the hospital to give to those people.”
There’s no doubt that O’Leary would wish others to step up and continue his legacy of service long after his death, said Beall.
“If Ed were advising someone today, he would encourage community service, in its many forms — voluntary and elective public office, active citizenship and simply being engaged,” Beall said. “He would encourage public service, both partisan and non-partisan. Although his humility would not allow him to do so, he could cite his own life of service: in the U. S. Air Force, elective office (school board), appointive office (Human Rights Commission), service club (Daybreak Rotary), church (Corpus Christi usher), and voluntary board membership (Elderbridge, AEA and Iowa Workforce Development) and various party, job and union voluntary positions.
“Ed’s lifetime of service demonstrates the opportunity for all to take part in service and leadership. Ed did not have a college education, but he possessed something even more important: intelligence, passion, and desire to serve and lead. Ed was a humble, working class guy, respected and revered by business leaders, professionals, indeed people of all socio, educational, and economic strata.
“Ed would probably say that public service is its own reward. He derived personal satisfaction and pride from serving. He was a giver and doer and contributed greatly to improve the community he loved. This community will greatly miss Ed O’Leary.”
Paul Stevens Spotlight August 7, 2021
It’s 83 years old now and no longer in production, but the lure that put Fort Dodge on the fishing map can still be found in the tackle boxes of fishing enthusiasts around the world.
And plenty of those lures will be cast into streams, ponds, rivers and lakes during this Fourth of July weekend. Watch out, northern pike, walleye, bass and musky!
Lazy Ike is its name – a name with a bit of mystery behind it. The lure certainly was not “lazy,” evidenced by the millions of fish it has helped land over the years, and no one is totally sure who or what its namesake “ike” may have been. (To this writer, Ike is most associated with Dwight D. Eisenhower, 34th president and U.S. Army general, but he wasn’t a household name at the time and he certainly wasn’t lazy.)
“There is just one thing I came to expect with them – I’d always catch fish,” said John Lennon, a lifelong Fort Dodge fisherman. “I had good luck with them. It was such a productive lure, it had a nice wobble to it, it didn’t matter if you retrieved it slow or fast. The action was so natural to them. Its coloration and finish made them look like a real bait fish.”
Lazy Ike lures are collected by fishing enthusiasts all over the world. They can be found on Ebay and other online sites, at auctions and garage sales. There’s a Facebook site – Lazy Ike Collectors Group – that has 375 followers. Many of the lures have never been removed from their original box. They are traded and they are handed down from generation to generation. The Lazy Ike itself came in a variety of sizes from the Fly Ike up to the Musky Ike and in dozens of colors, red and white being the most iconic.
The lure was first produced and marketed by Kautzky’s Sporting Goods, an iconic Fort Dodge business with roots to 1897 when Joseph Kautzky, an Austrian immigrant, started a gunsmith business called Kautzky Manufacturing Co. that over the years expanded into other lines of sporting goods. The family lived above the shop at the southeast corner of the City Square.
As legend has it, there was a Fort Dodge fisherman named Newell Daniels who in the mid-1930s was hand-carving what was to become the “Ike.” Kautzky’s son, Joseph Kautzky Jr., saw Daniels fishing with the wooden lure near the dam on the Des Moines River and remarked “look at that lazy ike.” The name stuck.
Daniels hand-made the lure for Kautzky’s from 1938 to 1940 before turning over rights to the company, according to a history of the Lazy Ike written by Keith Bell on his website, https://www.mybaitshop.com/pages/lazy-ike-corporation. Daniels’ work was taken up by “Pop” Shuck who hand-made them until around 1945 when lathe production of the lures began. Once that happened, sales took off – from 60,000 Lazy Ikes in 1947 to more than 900,000 in 1953.
Wood production ceased around 1960 when the plastic version was made. Kautzky’s produced many baits, but the Lazy Ike was its star.
“Tens of millions, if not hundreds of millions, were produced,” Bell said from his My Bait Shop business in Neenah, Wisconsin. “Lazy Ike is one of my two favorite companies, the other Creek Chub Bait Company, which it bought in 1978. I love the way they look. Lazy Ike just continued to produce. Simple in design but deadly on the end of a line, the Lazy Ike just endures. Today they are collected and beloved just as much as they are fished.”
Jim Askelson’s grandmother was Marie Kautzky Grant, who with her brothers, Joseph Jr. and Rudy, took over Kautzky’s when Joseph Sr. died in 1938. The three were partners in the company, known as Kautzky Sporting Goods and Lazy Ikes. Ownership changed hands in 1961 when it was sold to a newly organized West Des Moines firm known as Lazy Ike Corp. Operations in Fort Dodge continued without change. In 1979, Lazy Ike Corp. filed for Chapter 11 Bankruptcy. It continued to operate under the terms of the bankruptcy agreement until being acquired by Dura-Pak Corp. of South Sioux City, Nebraska., in 1981, and then eventually PRADCO Fishing, its last owner.
“In its day, it was quite a lure,” said Askelson, of Stewartville, Minnesota., who has about 800 Lazy Ike lures in his collection. “I can remember sending brochures to Japan and Germany and all over the world. They were sometimes so hard to get that guys would buy them and then rent the lures, paying so much to use them.”
Kautzky’s started out on the City Square, moved up to North Eighth Street and then to 522 Central Avenue. The business was destroyed by a fire on Dec. 8, 1956. To this day, charred Lazy Ikes that survived the fire are collected and displayed as “Fire Ikes.” The sporting goods store reopened at 510 Central Ave. and remained there until the family sold its interest. It later moved to a location on Fifth Avenue South and was there until it closed in 1988. The building is now occupied by Decker Sporting Goods.
Bill Dowd recalls that his first job, at age 13, was mowing the grounds at the Lazy Ike manufacturing plant built north of the city, on 31st Avenue North, next to where the Fort Dodge Tennis Club is now located.
“In inclement weather, I was moved indoors to ‘count lures’, for the production line. Counting lures did not really occur. I actually dumped plain, white lure halves out of a big freight box into smaller ones on a scale. Each large box was full of either right side halves, or left side halves. An exact weight target would determine precise number of halves, which I would then move, still separated left from right, to the end of the production line, where several women were employed to assemble the halves, add the hooks and fishing line ring, and move them to wherever each batch was painted. The people in the assembly area were very busy, but social and friendly.”
Sam Hartman of Fort Dodge worked at the factory in the summers of 1965 and 1966; his mother Dorothy was the shipping clerk there.
“I remember that I didn’t really enjoy working in the Bait House. They had many 55-gallon drums stacked in there of old spoiled cheese and drums of animal blood that they used to manufacture Cheese Dough Bait and Blood Dough Bait for Catfish. The smell inside the building was terrible (that’s why the building was placed in the far corner of the property).”
Hartman said that when the plant was downtown, “they tested their new lures in the pool at the old YMCA on First Avenue North.”
Lennon’s father, Gene, owned a bar and restaurant, Gene’s Place, that was popular with workers at the Hormel plant.
“He took a big shipping box of Lazy Ike lures in their original boxes and gave them away to all his best customers,” Lennon said. “Eventually he gave them all away. I learned from Dad how to fish – I was 7 when I caught my first fish.”
Health issues ended Lennon’s fishing a couple years ago, and he plans to hand down his collection of Lazy Ikes to his son, Ryan, and two daughters, Lora and Traci.
Bell said most Lazy Ikes “only sell for a few dollars. A true gem new with an old two-piece cardboard box in a rare color could go for as high as $50 or so.” For many, the Lazy Ike carries a sentimental value that far exceeds the monetary worth of the lure.
“For me, it’s not about value with these lures,” Bell said. “I have fond memories of fishing the Lazy Ikes and in particular the Flex Ikes for northern and bass as a kid. This is the lure that got me started in lure collecting and I still collect and fish with these lures today. The Lazy Ike Corporation actually played a fairly significant role in the history of fishing tackle. For one, the Lazy Ike is probably one of the most widely fished lures in the world. Lazy Ike is now owned by PRADCO. They have chosen not to even make them anymore. All the more reason to fish with the vintage ones!”
Jeff Samsel, content specialist with PRADCO Fishing of Birmingham, Alabama., said the Lazy Ike brand was discontinued by the company several years ago due to sales that had declined over the years.
“No doubt it was a wonderful brand in its day,” Samsel said. “My grandpa (Wayne Seih, from Minnesota) always had several in his tackle box, so despite growing up in Central Florida, I knew about Lazy Ikes long before I knew anything about most lure brands.”
Bell has thoughts on why dwindling sales caused the demise of the Lazy Ike.
“As the movement towards more advanced designs of plastics became popular with anglers, the simplistic design of the Lazy Ike is somewhat deceiving,” he said. “Lure design is somewhat first about catching the eye of the fisherman in the store. I think a lure like the Lazy Ike doesn’t have the ‘flash’ in the store that maybe a newer plastic model with 3D scales and true-to-life eyes or other features of newer lures might have. Ounce for ounce though, one would be hard pressed to find a better lure at producing fish than a Lazy Ike.
“There is a reason they were made by the millions for decades. They catch fish.”
PAUL STEVENS
Need an out-of-town newspaper? A magazine? A malted milk? A Hallmark card? A good cigar? A place to mail a letter? Or even a fish hook?
From the 1950s through the end of the ‘60s, you didn’t need to look any further than Donahoe’s News – a fixture operated by Chuck Donahoe at the corner of 11th Street and Central Avenue back in the time when Central was bustling with businesses from 12th Street down to the City Square.
“The place was a veritable general store,” said Jim Tarbox, who worked there from 1965 to 1968 while attending St. Edmond High School. “Chuck carried tobacco products, personal products, boxed chocolates, hosted a soda fountain in the back at which I learned the vagaries of making – and difference between – a malted milk and a mere milk shake.
“The building to the south on 11th Street was home to the Greyhound bus station – it later housed a bistro named The Buzz Depot — and travelers would often come in for coffee (10 cents a cup, a nickel for a second, another dime for a third – back and forth the price meandered) or ice cream. There was a potpourri of knick-knacks – pingpong balls, jacks, racy playing cards — crammed into a glass cabinet that surrounded his ‘office’ in one corner of the store, and I think he was at the time the town’s premier dealer of Hallmark cards. Chuck also hosted a remote postal station that was the envy of other greeting-card merchants and the salvation of anyone who missed the last mail pick-up at the Post Office.”
But the main draw of Donahoe’s was its vast selection of newspapers and magazines.
“My dad was a regular at Donahoe’s,” Tarbox said, “and we always had copies of The New Yorker with Chuck’s distinctive purple ‘D’ stamped on the back cover – as were all magazines sold there; part of his theft-deterrence program. Discounting my years delivering the Des Moines Register and Fort Dodge Messenger, during which time I likely set new standards for lousy service, it surely was at Donohoe’s that I developed an interest in the publishing biz, which I pursued for 40 years at both the St. Paul Pioneer Press and editing magazines in the Twin Cities. A surely incomplete roster of papers Chuck carried would include The New York Times, Wall Street Journal, Minneapolis Tribune, St. Paul Pioneer Press, Chicago Tribune and Des Moines Register. The Sunday editions were particular customer favorites.”
Those who worked Sunday mornings had to be there by 7:30 when bundles of newspapers were strewn about the front entrance. They had to be counted and stacked in the front window by opening time at 8, at which time there already would be a handful of early-risers.
Another Donahoe’s part-timer who ended up going into the newspaper business was Ed Breen (nephew of Ed Breen, Fort Dodge radio and TV icon), who worked there from 1959 to 1961. In a sense, Donahoe’s was the catalyst for Breen’s lifelong career in newspapering that landed him a spot in the Indiana Newspaper Hall of Fame.
As Breen tells it: Bob Brown, longtime Messenger sports editor, was a Sunday morning regular at the store, dropping in to buy out-of-town papers.
“I courted him shamelessly for a job, and he was looking for a Friday/Saturday night sports part-timer to take high school call-ins.” Breen landed an interview and his first newspaper job at The Messenger.
Chuck Donahoe and his family “were the poster children for the Irish Catholic family,” Breen said. Chuck’s parents, James and Mayme (Jensen) Donahoe, raised four children: Chuck, James, Lucille and Thomas. Chuck died in 1999 at the age of 81. His sister Lucille died in 2015 at the age of 100. The last survivor of the family (none of the four children ever married) was Monsignor Thomas Donahoe, who died in November 2020 at 94. Much of his career was spent at Carroll Kuemper High School where he was superintendent from 1961 to 1975.
Chuck attended Corpus Christi Academy and Fort Dodge Junior College, playing football and basketball at both schools, and served in the Army Air Force during World War II, earning the Air Medal. Following his discharge, he worked as a sales representative for Williams and Hunting, a wood working industry in Cedar Rapids. He later purchased Couch News in Fort Dodge, which then became Donahoe News; he owned and operated it until retiring in 1969. His news stand was at 1101 Central Ave. – now the location for Harty’s Caddy Shack Cafe. Bob Nelson owned the newspaper and magazine distributorship in the basement, and the bus station was next door to the south.
Donahoe’s was open every day of the year except Christmas and New Year’s Day. Tarbox recalled: “One year the holidays fell on consecutive Sundays, and the hue and cry about not being able to get the newspapers was so persuasive that Chuck decided to be open on New Year’s Day, too.”
Breen tells a favorite story “about a couple of guys who hung out at the bus station who came in Donahoe’s twice a day — mid-morning and mid-afternoon — for their Bromo Seltzer fixes.” Breen said. “We sold it out of a dispenser at the soda fountain. Stuff was a lot like Alka-Seltzer, but addictive.”
Scores of Fort Dodge teenagers worked at Donahoe’s over the years, including Bonnie Kay (Largent) Barnett, for whom working at a news stand was in a way carrying on a family tradition when she went to work there part time at 17. Her father, Clyde Largent, worked in the press room of The Messenger and her grandfather, John Largent, was a printer at the newspaper.
“It was a jack-of-alltrades type of store,” she said. “You got all the news there, it was a newsstand and the whole town would come in there. We opened in the morning at 8, seven days a week. We had a subcontract Post Office, two aisles of Hallmark cards, all kinds of things - cigars and tobacco, a soda fountain with eight round seats.”
Barnett moved on to work for 50 years as a server and banquet waitress at Starlite Village, where she said she met five presidents and their wives, and is starting her eighth year as a server at the Triton Cafe on the campus of Iowa Central Community College, which she attended for two years after graduating from Fort Dodge Senior High in 1961 when the college – then Fort Dodge Community College - was housed in the east wing of the high school.
Al Alborn worked at Donahoe’s in the early 1960s, starting out as a window washer and working his way up to counter clerk and soda jerk. “If you stopped in for something at the fountain or bought a Sunday paper, I was probably behind the counter. Sodas were 25 cents. A dime tip was a big deal when you made 50 cents an hour.”
Working at Donahoe’s offered an ideal first “real” job, Tarbox said. “I learned a bit about how a small business operates, how to deal with (or ignore) surly customers, what stock rotation entails (off-loading stale candy bars, from my youthful perspective), why cigars cannot be allowed to dry out, and perhaps most important, personal money management.
“Chuck would pay us – me, anyway – in cash, carefully folded and stuffed into those little envelopes kids used to get for making their early offerings as the plate came around at church. My first payday amounted to something in the neighborhood of $23. That night I took a handful of friends to the Community Tap and spent the entire amount on pizza and sodas. I still have the friends, have happily made more than $11.50 a week in the interim, found my professional calling, and have fond memories of classmates ‘shagging the drag’ on spring afternoon and honking at me as they drove past the store while I stamped a purple ‘D’ on the backs of a wide variety of new magazines.”
Don’t forget the fish hooks, Breen added: “We had one box and had to count the fish hooks every year on inventory day. I counted the first year and simply subtracted 2 annually in subsequent inventories.”
Before conducting choral groups around the world…before fostering the careers of generations of conductors and composers… before the honorary doctorates and Grammy nomination and numerous industry awards – the seeds of a life in music were planted for Dale Warland in the Badger Lutheran Church and on the performance stage at Fort Dodge Senior High School.
Some eight decades later, those seeds continue to blossom.
“I turned 89 on April 14. I’ll never retire,” Warland said from his home in Mendota Heights, Minn., a Twin Cities suburb, where he’s immersed in a host of projects including: a choral series for E.C. Schirmer Publishing Group, a book on choral music, mentoring composers and their music, teaching Zoom master classes on conducting, and continuing a series of recordings with Gothic Records of performances by the ensemble he created, the Dale Warland Singers.
The stage of the renowned Walker Art Center in Minneapolis where his Dale Warland Singers made their home for 32 years is three hours – and light years – away from the farmhouse three miles south of Badger where Warland was born. His doctorate degree in musical arts from the University of Southern California capped a journey in education that started in a one-room schoolhouse.
Those Iowa roots shaped his life.
“I think the nurturing atmosphere and respect for hard work,” he said. “That support and nurturing came from family and the community…the work ethic, partly from growing up on a farm.”
Warland was born in 1932, in the midst of the Great Depression, son of farmers who operated a dairy operation, along with hogs, chicken, sheep and geese and worked 160 acres of corn, oats and soybeans. His work ethic was forged there: cows to be milked, hogs to be fed, eggs to be collected – by hand.
His parents, Gertrude and Joseph Warland, had strong Norwegian roots: Gertrude’s grandparents and Joseph’s parents were Norwegian immigrants. Music was engrained in the family: his mother played piano, and both his father and grandfather sang in the choir at Badger Lutheran Church. His grandfather Gerhard “Guy” Warland held the attendance record in that choir: 50 years straight, never a weeknight rehearsal or a Sunday morning missed. His father played trombone in a band. (His father was a cousin of Thomas Heggen, a Fort Dodge native and author of the novel “Mr. Roberts” that became a famed Broadway play and then movie starring Henry Fonda, James Cagney, William Powell and Jack Lemmon.)
Neither of his parents completed high school, he recalled in an interview, “but my sensitivity to beauty—both visual and in sound—was instilled by them. They would just point out with awe the everyday things around us: a sunset, a beautiful rain pattering on the house, the way moonlight fell on the fields.” As he grew, he became increasingly interested in sound. The way the train whistle moved through the countryside, that beautiful chord. Or bells in our church— things that you don’t hear constantly around you. Unique sounds. Even then, I remember trying to distinguish between the ugly and what struck the soul. The first time I heard our little church choir when I was a kid, I remember being terribly moved. Again, those sounds and those chords. That was my first inspiration.”
He learned at an early stage what it meant to work behind the scenes. On Sunday before church services, he’d wedge himself into the dusty passageway behind the organ. There he’d grab the long wooden handle and, on cue from the organist, begin to pump it up and down providing wind for the pipes. Every Sunday, until electrical pumps came to his rescue, he’d pump.
“I started taking piano lessons from the church choir director, Anne Siverson, when I was 5 years old,” said Warland, who describes her as an innately brilliant musician. “I sang in the church choir and she was the first one to let me conduct the children’s choir at her congregation.”
He and his younger (by two years) brother Bob, who joined the church choir at 4, found another musical outlet in a one-room schoolhouse, with 13 students in eight grades. The students sang every day – “folk songs, canons, everything. Whenever we did two-part canons, because I was so loud, they put me on one side of the room and the rest of the kids on the other.”
At FDSH, Clayton Hathaway was conductor of the chorus in which Warland sang, and Walter Lake was in charge of the concert and marching bands in which Warland played trombone. Warland’s first conducting experience came when he directed an offstage choir for a school play.
“That was one of the most important conducting performances I had, and it planted the seed,” he said. “I could have been conducting at Carnegie Hall. It was the most exciting thing I had ever done – and I really didn’t know what I was doing.”
When he graduated from FDSH in 1950, he wanted to attend St. Olaf College in Northfield, Minn., founded by Norwegian Lutheran immigrants and the school where his father had a cousin who took part in its choir and where Anne Siverson graduated.
“I never made the choir,” Warland said, “but I conducted the Viking male chorus. So at the age of 20, I was a conductor.”
After graduating in 1954, he served in the U.S. Air Force for two years and led a choir at Scott Air Force Base consisting of officers and enlisted men. After discharge, Warland earned his master’s degree at the University of Minnesota in 1960 and his Doctorate at the University of Southern California in 1965. Warland taught at Humboldt State College (Eureka, California), Keuka College (New York State), and eventually settled at Macalester College in St. Paul, where he was choral conductor and taught music history and choral conducting from 1967 to 1986.
While at the University of Minnesota, Warland conducted the choir at University Lutheran Church and at a Sunday morning rehearsal, in 1957, the regular accompanist was absent so he asked for a volunteer from the choir. The volunteer, Ruth Seim, turned out to be the woman he would marry two years later.
It was in 1972 when Warland got a call from the Walker Art Center asking if he would put together a concert of new music. He had long expressed interest in conducting a professional choir in which the membership was more stable than a college choir. The result: the Dale Warland Singers (DWS), an all-professional ensemble lauded for its exquisite sound, technical finesse and stylistic range. Its first concert took place on June 12, 1972, and was a success.
Professional choirs were uncommon at the time. Warland decided that to achieve the choir’s unique sound, 40 singers would be needed, rather than the standard 16-20 for most chamber choirs.
Brian Newhouse, former long-time host of Minnesota Orchestra concert broadcasts on Minnesota Public Radio and now the orchestra’s associate vice president of individual giving, sang with DWS from 1990-2000.
“We auditioned every year,” he said. “No one got to rest on the accomplishment of being in the DWS the previous year. The ‘season’ usually ran congruent with the school year. Auditions were in the late summer, and the final concert was often in May or June.
“The audition process for Dale was multi-phase. The first consisted of singing several selections to him face-to-face, though he would often be seated, say, halfway back of the church where we sang. But when this first pass was done, there’d be ‘call-backs,’ usually a few days later; that was when he’d turn his back to the group of hopefuls up front, and call out your assigned number and ask you to sing with others. So, you’d sing a phrase with one other voice; then, a moment later, sing that same phrase with another voice; then with maybe 3 other voices, then 5; each voice called out by its assigned number. So you’d hear him say, “Number 3 plus 6, please.” Then, “Number 3 plus 8 please.” Etc. This way he had to rely solely on what he was hearing, and not be distracted by someone’s physical appearance or by his calling out a name of someone who’d perhaps been in the group the previous year. This was a rigorous process every year. But once you were in the DWS, and rose to his standards, there was a pretty good chance you’d make it in the next year too.”
The DWS began regularly performing at the Walker Art Center in 1975 and made many tours across the country and to Europe. It collaborated with many notable ensembles and musicians including the Mormon Tabernacle Choir, Chanticleer and the Dave Brubeck Quartet. It also made many radio appearances, including Garrison Keillor’s A Prairie Home Companion and annual broadcasts of “Echoes of Christmas” and “Cathedral Classics” which reached audiences of 1.5 million across the United States. The DWS appeared in feature film soundtracks, most notably those of My Best Friend’s Wedding and The Garden of Redemption.
In the 1980-81 season, the DWS offered its first subscription series and hired a full-time executive director. In 1982, the DWS began to pay its singers, which set a new precedent for professional choirs nationally.
One of its board members was Boake Sells, a Fort Dodge native who was president of Dayton-Hudson Corp. in Minneapolis from 1984-87.
“I had heard of Dale in Fort Dodge but we had not met,” Sells said. “When I got to Minneapolis, he had formed this professional choir. Everyone in the choir was a great singer and every one of them loved him. A ‘music man’ with management and marketing savvy. I was proud to be on his board.”
The DWS presented its final concert, “I Have Had Singing: A Choral Celebration,” on May 30, 2004, at Orchestra Hall in Minneapolis. “It seemed to be the right time to complete the mission we had set out to accomplish in developing a professional choir,” Warland said. Among its many honors was a Grammy nomination for Best Choral Performance for its 2003 CD, “Walden Pond.” Over the years, 355 singers participated in the organization.
The archives for the DWS are located at the Cincinnati Conservatory of Music and comprise the score library (including more than 1,100 copies of all 270 commissioned works), all organizational and artistic records, and more than 300 audio and video recordings of the ensemble’s performances.
Since 2008, the Dale Warland Singers Commission Award has been presented by Chorus America in partnership with the American Composers Forum. It recognizes a chorus entering into an artistically meaningful and mutually beneficial partnership with a composer of their choice to contribute a new work to the choral repertoire. The Chicago Children’s Choir won the award in 2021.
After disbanding the DWS in 2004, Warland served as music director of former Saint Paul Chamber Orchestra Chorale and the Minnesota Beethoven Festival Chorale—both positions created for him. Warland has received honorary doctorates from Augustana College, Macalester College, University of Minnesota and University of Cincinnati. Among his many honors: induction into the American Classical Music Hall of Fame in 2012 and the Minnesota Music Hall of Fame in 2007.
Warland and his wife Ruth, are parents of two children – David, who lives in California with his wife Patricia and their daughter Bay, and Kari, who lives in St. Paul with her husband Dave Mink and their children, Karsten and Sonja. Ruth’s career was in education where she worked primarily with adults with learning and reading skills disabilities. David, who has a doctorate in biophysics and has been co-owner of two major startup companies, owns a small ranch in Davis, Calif., and now freelances as a consultant. Kari earned degrees in Anthropology and Forensic Science and has worked in those two fields in her career.
Warland’s brother Bob sang in church choirs through almost all of his life. In their Badger years, the brothers performed together and were known as The Warland Warblers. Bob and his wife Bev lived in Badger and in Fort Dodge until his death in 2017 at 83 and had three sons – Gregg and Mark of Fort Dodge and Joel of Eagle Grove. Bev owns the Warland Farm where Dale and Bob grew up. It is officially classified a Century Farm for being in the same family for more than 100 years.
Warland’s legacy remains alive among the many whose lives he touched – including Marie Spar Dymit, who was a member of DWS from 1985 to 2004 and was choral director at White Bear Lake High School for 34 years.
“As a teacher, I learned from Dale the importance of promoting new/newer music to my young singers,” she said. “I learned to not only challenge my students with this newer music, but also to challenge the audiences that got to hear them perform. I learned things about rehearsal technique, concert programming, the importance of balancing the voices when there was more than the standard four-part divisi in a piece of choral music...and so much more.”
Newhouse said he is one of several Warland Couples, “in that I met my wife (Angela) of now nearly 30 years through the DWS.” Among the things that made Warland stand out was his humanity, Newhouse said.
“Despite his fame and enormous talent, he was never NOT an Iowa farm boy. That meant a fierce work ethic, a care for neighbor and friend, an earthiness and sense of humor that was always ready to lighten the moment of a tense rehearsal or recording session. His ego was in service of beauty, not to shine his own star.”
Messenger Spotlight: May 1, 2021; Paul Stevens
https://www.messengernews.net/opinion/local-columns/2021/05/seeds-of-dale-warlands-musical-success-sown-in-badger-church-fdsh/
“Ladies and gentlemen, the Beatles!”
With those five words of introduction from Ed Sullivan, the Beatles – John, Paul, George and Ringo – took the stage of The Ed Sullivan Show on Feb. 9, 1964, and sang “I Want to Hold Your Hand” and four other hits to a live audience of screaming young people and 73 million CBS viewers nationwide.
Not only was that wintry Sunday night the liftoff of the most successful band in history, but also the birth of a musical phenomenon called garage rock – and Fort Dodge rode the crest of the new rock movement. If you’re in your 60s or 70s, chances are high that you danced to or listened to the music these young people played.
“On Feb. 10, the day after Ed Sullivan’s show, every kid started bugging his parents for a guitar,” said Keith “Howdy” Brown. “Dad, I want a guitar…dad, I want a guitar. Anyone who lived in the ’60s and ’70s knew what a garage band was after that night. There were three garage bands on every block. We’d practice in someone’s parents’ basement, play on Friday and Saturday night, then get together Sunday and decide on music for the next week.
“When you performed at the Laramar in Fort Dodge, there might be 2,000 people. When you’re standing on that stage and they’re happy with you, it was the greatest feeling in the world.” Fort Dodge quickly became a hotbed for garage rock – performed by teenagers who would form a band and rehearse in the family garage or basement or even a front lawn. According to one estimate, between 1964 and 1968 more than 180,000 bands formed in the United States.
“It should be called basement bands because we did more practicing in the basement than the garage,” recalled Dean Davis, of Fort Dodge. “When we practiced in my basement, the dishes would be rattling upstairs in the kitchen. We played for high school dances, parties, we even played for ladies aid – our first paying gig.”
Davis started playing the drums at the age of 12 when he was in sixth grade. He was an eighth grader when the Beatles emerged and he started a three-piece band called the Rogues that by high school had expanded to five – Doug Thompson on guitar, Brian Nelson on bass, Rob Dunn on lead guitar, Davis on drums, and Steve Henry as lead singer.
The Rogues broke up in their junior year at Fort Dodge Senior High and Davis joined a band called West Minist’r (the apostrophe was needed because the name “West Minister” would not fit on the bass drum). Davis played the drums; Rusty Bell, lead guitar and vocals; Frank Wiewel, bass and lead vocals; Kirk Kaufman, rhythm guitar and vocals; Terry Dillon, keyboard and vocals, and Chuck Henderson, keyboard and bass.
“We were performing in all the big ballrooms at the time,” he said.
When Bell and Davis left the band, Keith Brown and Arnie Bode joined it.
“We built a studio on Kirk’s dad’s farm,” recalled Wiewel, whose father and grandfather operated Wiewel Drug Store in Fort Dodge. “We first practiced in a chicken house. That’s where we learned to play as a band.”
Kaufman has owned the recording studio at his Otho farm called Junior’s Motel (no motel, just a “funky name”) since 1972. The studio has been used by Brian Wilson of the Beach Boys and SlipKnot (a heavy metal band from Des Moines) in the late 1990s.
“Leanne Quade made us jackets – a Nehru jacket, long paisley with a pattern, and white pants,” Davis said. “It really took off. In high school we played all over the Midwest and opened for a bunch of bigtime musicians – Sly and the Family Stone, Doc Severinsen, the Box Tops, the Buckinghams. In high school we were making 200 bucks apiece a week. We thought we were on our way.”
A song by West Minist’r, “Bright Lights, Windy City,” written by Henderson, was recorded in Omaha in 1969 and made it onto AM radio, Davis said.
Brown said it’s important to note how earlier Fort Dodge musicians adapted to the new “British Invasion.”
“Jack Yates and Larry Lind (The Pillars & Notorious Noblemen) really deserve recognition for how they helped and became leaders of some of the most successful Fort Dodge garage bands,” he said. “Prior to 1964, Dale & The DevonAires had a huge Fort Dodge following. Both Jack and Larry were in the DevonAires.”
Most garage bands stuck with singing the popular songs of the day. And had a great time doing so – getting together and “having a huge amount of fun,” Brown said. “We would also call them cover bands, playing anything on Top 40 radio. That’s what people wanted. Then you might work in one original song if you’re a really good band and find a recording studio.”
In the 1950s through at least the ’70s, Fort Dodge was fertile ground for the formation and development of local music groups, said Mark Mittelstadt, who in the early 1970s played with a lounge group called Sun.
“The original members – Kathy Wickwire, Cathy Davidson and Marcia Robson – were known around Fort Dodge for their acoustic style of folk music,” he said. “Wanting to tour, the girls expanded their repertoire and added me as a drummer and Courtright Hawley III on electric bass and vocals. (They wisely never gave me a microphone.)”
“As a relatively small city, Fort Dodge had a gritty, blue-collar culture conducive to local performance. Workers from the meatpacking plants, gypsum mills, railroads, area farming, the animal laboratories, other smaller industries always were looking for places to kick back, relax and have a beer (or several.) There were many opportunities for young musicians to train and gain experience — the junior highs and high schools, the Karl King Band, the Lancers – and plenty of places to play: ballrooms like the Laramar in Fort Dodge, nightclubs in Twin Lakes, Storm Lake and elsewhere, hotel bars, a dozen or more country western bars throughout northwest Iowa.”
There were many opportunities in those days for garage bands: wedding receptions, bars, high school and college homecoming and prom dances, private parties, DeMolay dances, community centers in surrounding towns, centennials, street dances in the summer, the State Fair, county fairs- and three venues that were among the creme de la creme: the Laramar in Fort Dodge, the Roof Garden at Lake Okoboji and the Surf in Clear Lake.
“There was a great ballroom circuit in the Midwest,” Wiewel said. “Bands would tour all around, from Brainerd, Minnesota, to the north, Omaha to the west, Kansas City to the south and Chicago and Champaign and Springfield, Ill., to the east.”
Garage bands in Fort Dodge and the surrounding area numbered as many as 75 to 100 but began fading away for a variety of reasons, including the emergence of disco, the trend for DJs to play records at venues to save money, and fewer places to play.
“There are hardly any garage bands anymore,” Brown said. “Now everyone can make music on their computer without holding a musical instrument. Guitars have faded somewhat from live music, there’s a lot of keyboard stuff.”
Brown noted that greater use of illegal drugs “got in the way of bands and the audience in the early 1970s. That was one of the reasons it was easy to leave a band and go to a studio.
“I believe lowering the drinking age (originally) to 18 really hurt the ballroom business. You could not mix kids with alcohol. And bars refused entrance to underage kids. I also believe politics and the Vietnam War hurt garage bands. Life started getting a lot more serious…the draft. And…entering adulthood cause some musicians to face the reality of providing a stable income.”
There’s a George Bernard Shaw quote – “We don’t stop playing because we grow old; we grow old because we stop playing” – that applies to many who played decades ago in Fort Dodge garage bands. Now in their late 60s or early 70s, they’re still playing…in different ways.
At his Juniors Motel studio west of Otho, located on the family farm in the midst of 108 acres of cornfields, Kaufman is working with his son, Matt, on creating a stage musical, tentatively titled, “Robin Hood and the Married Men.” He’s been working at it for 15 years – when he’s not doing recording work – “I’m trying to make it the love story of Robin Hood and Maid Marian.” His son, who is a systems architect at the University of Iowa, is helping to write the script and Kaufman has written about 20 songs for it.
“It’s a work in progress,” he said, not ready to estimate when it will be completed.
Brown and his wife, FDSH classmate Julie (Jordison), operate a recording studio, Crystal Sound, in the lower level of their Urbandale home – moving there when their first Des Moines studio was lost in the 1993 floods. Crystal Sound gravitated away from recording groups to heavily focusing on corporate production with such clients as American Express, Disney, McDonald’s, Chevrolet and Wells Fargo, Brown said. Working with advertising agencies and their producers, often in the 23-40 age group, “is always a welcomed challenge to bring their ideas to reality through my original music. It is a team effort. At times, it does feel as if we are in a band. Every musical experience I had in my earlier bands helps me now when I turn on my recording gear each morning. It’s a never-ending process.”
Yates has added a new highlight to his career – along with the top three from his past: being asked to join Dale & The DevonAires, the induction of the DevonAires as one of the first four bands into the Iowa Rock and Roll Hall of Fame (in 1997) and when his 4 On The Floor Band opened for the Beach Boys. But the audience for this highlight is much different.
Yates is playing guitar again in a group called The Bare-Bones Trio that performs at care center facilities such as Bickford Cottage, the Villa Care Center, the Marion Home and Fort Dodge Health & Rehab. His longtime friend Larry Lind is on bass and Eddie Simpson is their Elvis impersonator.
“There are a couple of places where a few people get up and dance and since we do mostly 40’s thru 60’s music we go over pretty well. Sometimes we will book other events like wineries and anniversaries.”
Davis, who is 70, performs in a seven-piece horn band, Lone Tree Revival, that features Sean Minikus, lead guitar and lead vocal; Jeremy Ober, lead guitar and lead singer; Alex Trevino, bass guitar; Dan Cassidy, trombone; Tim Miller, trumpet, and Steve Nelson, sax. COVID restrictions limited their engagements to eight in 2020 but they’ll resume performances in June and through the summer.
Davis has been teaching drummers since he was 19 and estimates he has taught as many as 1,000 to play the drums. One of them, now a physician practicing in Georgia, is writing songs and asked Davis to play drums for them; he sends his accompaniment work by MP3 file. He will soon begin rehearsals with an all-star band he was asked to join that will perform at the Roof Garden at Lake Okoboji on Memorial Day weekend.
“I just love to play,” Davis said. “It keeps me young and keeps me in shape – it takes a lot of energy and that’s a good thing.”
Messenger Spotlight: April 3, 2021; Paul Stevens
https://www.messengernews.net/opinion/local-columns/2021/04/thanks-to-beatles-fort-dodge-became-hotbed-for-garage-bands/
The coronavirus pandemic could hold him down for just so long. “Photo Fred” is back!
Fred Larson, who has been photographing the people and places of Fort Dodge since he bought his first camera at 9 years old (”for 10 cents and three box tops”), has resumed self-appointed duties as the welcome wagon” for fellow residents of Friendship Haven who until Monday had been under tight social distancing rules to prevent the spread of COVID-19.
“Before the pandemic, it was hard to find him in his room,” said Julie Thorson, CEO of the retirement community. “He’d be out calling on people, lifting spirits, telling his jokes. Photo Fred is now out and about. We think things are now getting closer to the interaction we once had with one another.”
Larson, who is 93 years young, is the ultimate people person – and the pandemic took its toll on him and all his fellow residents when Friendship Haven had to severely limit social contacting beginning a year ago.
“I’ll talk to anyone who will talk to me,” Larson said. “People come from all different varieties of life, some talkative, some not. I know a lot of people here. The pandemic just made it worse. Before, I was calling on 10 people at the health center, five days a week. We’d talk for 15 minutes or so. Now only two of those are left – the others have died. It hurts me because I couldn’t go over and give them a little comfort. Some have nobody to come by. I was somebody, even if they didn’t know me.”
Larson was the first fulltime photographer for The Messenger, working at the newspaper from 1963 to 1993 and through his camera lens telling the stories of thousands upon thousands of lives – their triumphs as well as their tragedies. The scrapbooks of many Fort Dodgers include Fred Larson photos that celebrated an achievement or other memorable moment.
Think Paul Anka’s classic song, “The Times of Our Lives,” and the beginning lyrics:
“Good morning, yesterday. You wake up and time has slipped away. And suddenly it’s hard to find. The memories you left behind. Remember, do you remember? The laughter and the tears. The shadows of misty yesteryears. The good times and the bad you’ve seen. And all the others in between. Remember, do you remember, The times of your life?”
Fred Larson – a man Thorson calls “a legend of the community” - helped many remember those times of their lives. And nearly 40 years into retirement, he’s still working at it, still taking pictures from time to time with his two 35mm cameras.
“I covered a lot of good things and a lot of bad things,” Larson said. “It was a fun job. I enjoyed every minute of it. I didn’t kick and holler and scream when I had to get up in the middle of the night to go cover a story. It was a job that I loved to do.”
One exception he did note: When he and reporter Maxine Peet drove to Algona to cover the funerals of five people who were killed in a domestic disturbance, he reached back for his camera and found it wasn’t there. He left it at home. “We found a drug store downtown and I rented a camera,” he said. And he got the shots.
In his 11 years at Friendship Haven, Larson has been a “great ambassador” to other residents, Thorson said. “His wife Delores was very welcoming too. He was so devoted to her.”
Delores, a longtime school teacher who worked many years at Cooper Elementary, passed away in 2011.
“We were married 53 years, nine months, and five days, but I am not counting,” Larson said.
Larson was born at Mercy Hospital in Fort Dodge, one of five boys of Edith and Merrill “Pete” Larson. The family first lived at 209 I St. and then at 219 I St. His parents and his brothers Jack, Dick, Dave and Don have died – Don, two years ago after a career that included operating Ridgewood Lanes. His father worked for Fort Dodge Creamery, going to work at 3 a.m. and early on using horses to deliver milk.
“Those were the Depression years,” Larson said, “and he supported five boys, his wife and his dad on $20 a week.”
His father was killed at the age of 44 – when Fred was 8 years old – when bricks fell on him after a building, the Fort Dodge Club, on the City Square exploded and collapsed after catching fire. His father and a friend were bystanders outside when both were struck by bricks. His mother then went to work for Lutheran Hospital for 35 cents an hour.
As a 12-year-old boy in 1939, Larson took his first job as a paperboy, delivering the then-afternoon Messenger on the west side of the river. He had 80 customers and held the route for two years.
Larson got into what would be his life’s profession by accident. Nels Isaacson, a master photographer and owner of Baldwin Studio, asked his mother if her older son David would be interested in a job there. David was working at Charles A. Brown clothing, she told him, but “I’m sure Fred would do a good job for you.” Larson was 10 when he started by sweeping out the store after school, then learned to develop film and print pictures while working in the darkroom.
When Isaacson divorced and moved his studio to Algona, Larson went to work for Harold Bergeman at Bergeman Studios in downtown Fort Dodge. He was 13, in high school, and worked there weekends doing darkroom work and later selling camera equipment.
Larson stayed with Bergeman after graduating in 1947 from Fort Dodge Senior High School and began shooting his first weddings – taking pictures both in the Bergeman studio and at churches and reception halls. In all, he took pictures at about 80 weddings (including the author’s).
At one wedding at Corpus Christi Catholic Church, an uninvited guest in the form of a mouse made things interesting, he recalled.
“I noticed up front that people were half standing and gawking at the altar. I took my camera and walked up. A little mouse was running from under the bride’s dress, in and out three or four times. I was waiting for a scream. But she never did.”
Larson was drafted into the Army in 1950 and served two years, stationed at Fort Lee, Virginia, before being discharged and returning to Fort Dodge. He and Delores were married in 1957.
“We met in a bar, the Chatterbox. She had been at a senior dinner dance at the Laramar,” he said with a laugh. “I was trying to date her older sister but I ended up driving Delores home.”
He joined The Messenger in 1963 when General Manager Bob Merryman offered him $20 more a week than he was paid at Bergeman, Larson said. For the next 30 years, nary an event of importance occurred that did not include Fred Larson photographing it with his cameras – first a Speed Graphic, then a 2 ¼ and finally 35mm cameras.
“One of the good things I covered was the pope coming to Des Moines, and JFK coming to Fort Dodge,” Larson said. “He was one of eight presidents I covered in Iowa (Kennedy, Lyndon B. Johnson, Richard Nixon, Gerald Ford, Jimmy Carter, Ronald Reagan, George H. W. Bush, and George W. Bush).
The longest day I ever put in was a big downtown fire in January 1971 that destroyed eight businesses and claimed a life. I was there at 3 in the morning and got home at 6 that evening. That fire was so hot that it melted a phone on a desk in a building across the street.”
Daryl Beall, former state senator, said “Fred not only was a photojournalist, capturing people and events in the news, but he was a part of the community. He recorded and chronically captured current happenings, yes, and also preserved them for their historical documentation. Fred was a bit of a joker. He interacted with his subjects. His art was memorable — just like the artist.”
Beall said Larson once told him that one of the toughest photo assignments he ever had was in his first year with The Messenger, in 1963, when he covered a plane crash that claimed the lives of Beall’s brother Mike and three other young people when their aircraft went down near where Gunderson Funeral Home is now located.
Larson’s sidekick on many of his Messenger assignments was daughter Carrie, who now lives in Sioux City with her husband, Jack Lammers, an assistant U.S. attorney for the Northern District of Iowa, and their daughter, Katherine, 17, a high school senior and cross country runner at Sioux City East. Carrie and her dad talk daily by phone.
“He would take me with him if there was a fire or an accident, with orders that I stay in the car,” she said. “When we got back to the Messenger, I have great memories of running around the empty newsroom late at night while he developed his film. I can remember making hundreds of paper airplanes with printed instructions that came with each roll of film.
“I was pretty shy in high school and dad would always load me up with pictures to share with classmates who he photographed. I know he always tried when taking pictures at the high school, if he learned there was a kid who needed a boost, a little something special, he would make sure to include him or her in a photo.”
For this past Christmas, Carrie framed for her daughter’s bedroom one of her favorite photos taken by her dad – showing the High Bridge in Fort Dodge shrouded in fog and a hawk sitting on a sign that says “No Trespassing.”
Weeks after retiring from The Messenger, Fred’s hanging out at home proved too much for his wife Delores. He recalled, “She said, get out of my house. You’re in my way!” So he found a part-time job at Hy-Vee grocery and sacked groceries and had other duties there for the next 18 years. He and Delores enjoyed travel – with retirement trips to Russia, England, Scotland, Ireland, the Panama Canal, Mexico, Hawaii and Germany.
Larson still recalls with pride the time when his photos were displayed at the Blanden Art Gallery.
“I started to cry, there were so many people there,” he said.
Larson keeps several shoe boxes of negatives he’s saved over the years under his bed at his apartment in the River Ridge community at Friendship Haven. He has donated negatives to the Fort Dodge Historical Society over the years and plans to donate the film in those boxes as well.
This past Monday, when Friendship Haven began opening up once again, a dozen of Larson’s photos were put on display outside the Celebration Center.
The timing couldn’t have been better. Residents were free to mingle again – and share stories with their beloved ambassador. And he paid visits on resident friends whom he had not seen in a year.
“You feel alive again,” Larson said.
Messenger Spotlight: March 6, 2021; Paul Stevens
https://www.messengernews.net/opinion/local-columns/2021/03/photo-fred-larson-is-back-lifting-spirits-telling-his-jokes/
It was a seminal moment in Boake Sells’ life as he and his wife Marian loaded up their belongings in a U-Haul to move with their two young children from Fort Dodge for a new job in Milwaukee.
He was 29 and in his first job out of college. He worked for a phone company, but lost the job for “lack of humility” after a dispute with bosses on marketing strategy. He then worked in hydraulic sales for a Pocahontas company before starting work as a manufacturer’s rep for hydraulics from the basement of their Fort Dodge home. But it “went broke,” he said.
It was on Christmas Day 1966 when the young Sells family began its 360-mile drive to Wisconsin that seeds were being planted for a career that led to high-level leadership positions in three major U.S. companies: Cole National Corp. of Cleveland, Dayton Hudson (now Target Corp.) of Minneapolis and Revco Drug Stores (later bought by CVS Corp.) of Cleveland.
The boy left Fort Dodge, as they say, but Fort Dodge never left the boy.
Through the ups and downs of the business world, Sells never forgot the example set by his parents for all four of their children: Boake, Josephine (Jo, who died of cancer in 2014), Greg and Tim.
“My mother was the powerhouse in our family from the standpoint of discipline,” Sells recalled. “The one thing we all remember about Louise was her mantra – ‘never explain, never complain. There’s no quit in this operation.’ With my father, the quintessential hard worker, he was up at 4:30 a.m. and went to work. My career, I got up at 5 for my entire career. If I have something to think about, I want to do it before the sun comes up.”
Sells was born in Estherville, the firstborn of Louise and Lyle Sells, who were both from Fort Dodge. The name Boake came from a British commentator named Boake Carter:
“He was on the radio in 1936 and my mother liked what he had to say,” Sells said.
The family had strong Fort Dodge roots. His mother’s father, C.W. Gadd, was president of the State Bank and his father’s father, Jim Sells, was a used-car salesman for Swaney Motor Co. and worked until he was 94. Lyle Sells, who wrestled at Fort Dodge Senior High (he was a national wrestling champion) and played football at Cornell College, worked for a car repossessing firm in Estherville when Boake and Jo were born. The family moved back to Fort Dodge when Lyle went to work for Coats Loaders and Stackers, then later with New Idea Manufacturing before he joined Ed Pederson to form Pederson and Sells Equipment Co.
Estherville schools offered no kindergarten at that time and Boake developed scarlet fever as a child, so when he entered second grade at Lincoln Elementary, he was behind in reading and “for the first time in my life when I really got helped, a teacher named Minnie Looft helped me learn how to read … I looked her up years later and sent her a letter thanking her for saving my life. I was a basket case. Thank God for her.” (Minnie lived to be 108.)
Among his best friends in high school were Phil Joselyn and Tom Schweiger.
“Phil died (in 2018), but Schweiger and I see each other every year,” he said. “I have never had better friends and I’m 83. Phil Joselyn’s dad was my dad’s best friend. It doesn’t get better than that. Phil was the best man at our wedding 61 years ago and I was best man at his. When Phil died, I came back to give the eulogy.”
“In those days, life revolved around the Expo Pool and Dodger Stadium,” Sells said, recalling a favorite story: “In junior high, the YMCA held a Monday night dance called a sock hop. Schweiger and I joined the Boy Scouts. One night the Boy Scout troop leader came to the Y and demanded Tom and I choose between the sock hop or scouts. And that was it for Boy Scouts.”
Sells was a 6-foot-4 athlete at FDSH, competing in football, basketball and track.
“Those coaches were massive in my life,” he said, mentioning Forest Marquis in football, Connie Goodman in basketball and Ben Duea in track.
Sells, who graduated in 1955, excelled as an end on the Dodger football team and remains thankful for the support of Messenger sports editor Bob Brown in being named first-team All-State.
Sells was awarded the Nile Kinnick academic-athletic scholarship at the University of Iowa and played for Coach Forest Evashevski. (“How many can say that their high school and college coaches had the same first name, Forest,” he said.) His playing time at Iowa was sparse, he said – “I was the live blocking dummy for All-American Alex Karras” – but he was a member of the Hawkeye teams that went to two Rose Bowls, in 1957 and 1959.
At Iowa, he pledged to the Sigma Alpha Epsilon fraternity and became the roommate of Frank Bloomquist, who had competed against him in high school for Waterloo East and was an academic All-American as a guard and drafted by the Washington Redskins. “We became very, very good friends.”
Sells graduated with a business degree and when he had to shut down his manufacturer’s rep business in Fort Dodge, Bloomquist invited him to join him in his own hydraulics business in Milwaukee.
Shortly after arriving there, Bloomquist – who earned an MBA from Harvard University – encouraged Sells to apply for the program. “I was 29 and owed money to the bank, but he said, apply and tell them what the deal is. I told them, if you take me, you’ve got to loan me money to drive there and pay my rent and I’ve got two kids. I did have some commissions money coming in from my business as a manufacturing rep. I entered the Harvard Business School in 1967 when I was 30.”
After Sells’ first year at Harvard, Walter Salmon, a marketing professor on the board of Cole National Corp., a diversified specialty retailer, helped him land a summer job in New York City with Cole and that led to the company paying for his second year at Harvard, Sells said.
After earning his MBA in 1969, Sells joined Cole – whose operations included optical departments in Sears and Montgomery Ward stores and key-making kiosks across the country – and assigned him to run an optical business in Cleveland. In his 14 years with Cole, he rose to become its president and chief operating officer.
In the early 1980s, Cole decided to go private, Sells said, and he left to take a position in 1983 as vice chairman of Dayton Hudson in Minneapolis. He was elected to its board and became president and COO – working with Carroll, Iowa, native Kenneth Macke, chairman of Dayton Hudson. Target Stores was its biggest division and in 2004 Dayton Hudson renamed itself Target Corp. (Macke and Sells competed against each other in high school basketball; Macke ribbed Sells that his Carroll High School team beat FDSH, but Sells retorted that he had outscored Macke and made up a t-shirt to that effect.) Macke died in 2008.
In 1987, Sells joined Revco Drug Stores as chairman and CEO of the then 2,000-store chain. He led Revco out of a four-year bankruptcy by closing stores, cutting debt and beating back takeover threats. He left Revco in 1992 and went into the private equity business.
“Throughout all this I had some success in leading people,” Sells said. “If you’re not good with people, do something else.
“I give Fort Dodge credit for that. In a small town, in school they needed you for everything – sports, choir, plays, debate – they wanted you because they didn’t have enough kids. I didn’t grow up with the philosophy that in order for me to win, somebody had to lose. In big cities, they have 5,000 in high school. I grew up believing you and I could grow up doing the same thing and no one lost. In business, I was all for my people getting a better job somewhere else. I wanted each of them to be as much as they could be.”
Sells met his wife Marian Stephenson, at Iowa where she earned a degree in education. She grew up in Oskaloosa, where her father was high school principal. They were married in 1959 and have three children: Damian, who is a self-employed real estate broker in Covington, Ky., and has two children, Claire and Julia; Brian, who owns a personal finance business in Denver, and Jean Ann (Koprowski, married to Kris), who owns a catering business in Cleveland.
He and Marian live in Cleveland and are snowbirds to Naples, Fla., during the winter months. Golf and bridge are among favorite activities. He is a voracious reader of public policy books and is widing down his work as an “angel investor,” one who provides financial backing for small startup companies or entrepreneurs. He has one company left – a software business for auto repair shops.
“In our early married years, we liked art,” Sells said, “drawings and paintings. We bought what we could afford. We never collected art that’s well known or valuable, only collected emerging artists. We both have interest in theater. We had season tickets to the Guthrie in Minneapolis when living in Fort Dodge and saw 7-8 plays a year.”
Sells is a lifetime trustee of the Cleveland Play House, where he once served as president, and was a director of the Museum of Contemporary Art in Cleveland. He earlier served on the board of directors of the Guthrie.
Sells’ brothers Greg and Tim worked together as rehabilitation consultants for Sells & Associates, Inc., of Sacramento, Calif. Greg said that in the business’ early going, Boake would send encouraging notes that he would keep and read from time to time.
Said Tim, “Bo has always had the winner’s approach to business: don’t ruminate about the past, act in the now and prepare for the future.”
Sells has been away from fulltime work for decades, but he’s remembered by those whose lives he touched during his career.
In a story last summer in Twin Cities Business, Monica Nassif – who developed upscale cleaning products that were sold in 15,000 stores – told how she got the equivalent of an MBA education in the 1980s by working closely with Sells when they both were at Dayton Hudson.
“I learned a ton from this guy,” Nassif recalls, especially when she would do store walk-throughs with him. “Through his eyes, I learned to view the shopping experience for consumers,” she says. Sells pressed her to identify product trends, critique merchandise displays, and describe flaws she saw in the stores.”
Those who learned under Sells are widespread in the business world, but Sells said he doesn’t consider himself as a mentor – either in his working days or now.
“Being raised in Fort Dodge, I entered adulthood implicitly trustful of everyone,” he said. “Was I ever disappointed? Of course, but the initial trust brought great insights from every corner of whatever universe. I was a question asker, not answerer. People who worked for me were sure they were respected for their minds. More than anything else, that is what they tell me, even today.
“Trust, respect, persistence, determination, and luck. Did the trick for me. I think it is fundamental to being married for 61-plus years as well.”
It’s a new year and a fresh start. Even though I am happy to be finished with 2020, I cannot help but be thankful.
Messenger Spotlight: February 6, 2021; Paul Stevens
https://www.messengernews.net/opinion/local-columns/2021/02/lessons-learned-in-fort-dodge-forged-boake-sells-business-career/
Hello, Donna, this is God, Donna, it’s so nice to have you back where you belong.
Cue the theme song from the iconic Broadway hit musical “Hello Dolly” and alter the opening lyrics – and they could look like this.
In her 68 years on earth, Donna Johnson touched many as a daughter, sister, friend, musician and actress. But it was her performance as Dolly Gallagher Levy in the Fort Dodge Senior High production of “Hello Dolly” that was her defining moment and set the stage for a life that took her to show business work in New York City, London and Minneapolis.
It was the spring of 1970, her senior year in high school, and everyone knew why the musical was picked for that year, said her longtime friend and classmate Dayle Olson. It was for Donna.
“Donna didn’t play the role of Dolly – Donna became Dolly,” he said. “It was then that I realized, along with the hundreds of people who saw the show, Donna is the diamond in the Fort Dodge rough – and she had just found her first sparkle! People were so excited that Donna was playing the role of Dolly, the show’s performances quickly sold out and an additional performance was added. Donna cherished her time as Dolly the rest of her life.”
Donna Kay Johnson died at Trinity Regional Medical Center on Nov. 13 of complications following surgery. Her sister Martha, of Fort Dodge, was by her side and another sister Joan was on a video chatline from her home in West Babylon, N.Y. When Donna was removed from the respirator, she was fittingly sent heaven-bound by hospital chaplain Nicole Dick, who sang “Homeward Bound” by Marta Keen. “It was light and beautiful,” Martha said.
“I talked to Donna a couple times a month for the past 20 years or so,” said Olson, who lives in Merritt Island, Fla. “The last time I talked to Donna was about two weeks before she died. Donna and I laughed for about an hour - that was a usual phone call with Donna. But she also talked about Dolly. One of the last things she said was, ‘I would love to put on Dolly’s red dress one more time while people sang, ‘Hello, Dolly.’ That won’t happen, but the final words to that song will make me smile the rest of my life - ‘Dolly will never go away again.’ In my mind - Donna will never go away!”
Ah, that dress she wore to portray Dolly. Larry Mitchell, who was FDSH choral director for 31 years and selected Donna for the lead role, said the costumes for “Hello Dolly” were rented from Brooks-Van Horn Costume Co. in New York City and everyone was in for a surprise when they arrived. The rented shoes that Donna wore were tagged “Miss Martin” and the dress was tagged “Miss Channing.” They were the very same shoes and dress worn on Broadway by two of the most famous actresses to portray Dolly – legends Mary Martin and Carol Channing.
“It was one of the best shows we did here,” Mitchell said. “Donna was a wonderful actress, a fine singer, she moved well, she was the complete package. She had a positive, great smile. In all my years I don’t think I could find her equal for Dolly.”
The normally three-night performance was so successful that Mitchell added a fourth performance – which took place on Donna’s 18th birthday, April 13, 1970. And when the final bows were taken, Donna’s dad Dick Johnson wheeled a birthday cake onto the stage and the entire cast sang to her and the audience joined in – “Happy Birthday, Dear Dolly.”
Mark Mittelstadt of suburban Tucson, Ariz., recalled Donna as “full of fun, creativity, excitement, as she brought to life a character described as a matchmaker, meddler, opportunist and life-loving woman. When it was time for one of her scenes, our high school production simply lit up. All performers were lifted.
“That was no surprise to those who knew her. Beyond learning lines and memorizing her songs, Donna joined others working hard to design, paint and create the sets. She was a friend who had a smile and warm thought for everyone.
“Yet she was sharp as a gaffer’s knife. The FDSH production of ‘Dolly’ in 1970 was the first time an Iowa high school attempted to stage the hit Broadway musical, no small feat. It was a big production with challenging songs, choreography, elaborate costumes and sets, and numerous set changes.
“In one scene Dolly is at a restaurant with the other lead — Horace Vandergelder, a supposedly well-to-do businessman and a widower who is one of her matchmaking clients. During a quick set change one night a stagehand forgot to place Dolly’s chair. Horace, played by Dana Messerly, motioned for a performer-waiter to bring one. Without skipping a beat, Donna ad-libbed with a wave of her hand “Oh, Horace, don’t leave a tip. The service here is terrible.”
“The off-script line produced scattered audience laughs. It was everything those of us in the pit orchestra could do to keep from cracking up. Donna WAS Dolly. Carol Channing would be proud.”
Messerly, of Olathe, Kan., who like Mittelstadt was in the class behind Johnson, said he was “always in awe of playing opposite Donna. I always told her even up to a couple months ago that my best scenes were when we were on stage together, because people would be paying attention to her, not me. She definitely was a bright star.”
Donna and her three sisters – Karen, Joan and Martha - grew up in a musical family. Their father Dick Johnson was an avid barbershopper and played Uncle Dick on KQTV and their mother Gladys was also an accomplished musician and singer. Dick Johnson is 91 and lives in Great Falls, Montana, and Gladys Johnson, 93, lives at Friendship Haven. Karen died of pancreatic cancer in 2015 at age 64. Joan Drewes lives in West Babylon, N.Y., and Martha McColley Kersbergen lives in Fort Dodge.
Karen was a legal secretary who worked in New York City. Joan retired last year as an elementary school music teacher and lately has been composing for choruses on Long Island. Martha owns Clean All, Inc., in Fort Dodge, a company that does residential and commercial cleaning.
“On family vacations, the six of us would be in dad’s station wagon singing pieces in four-part harmony,” Joan recalled. “Donna and I sang alto, mom and Martha soprano, Karen tenor and dad would sing bass.
“When we were kids, we used to sing at our church, Grace Lutheran. Martha is still a member there. We were billed as The Johnson Girls and dad would write arrangements for us.” Martha is a member of the Grace Lutheran choir and bell choir.
Over the years, Mitchell directed productions involving all four Johnson girls. “They were four talented young ladies and it’s so tragic that two of them have died,” he said.
Donna was a member of Mitchell’s Comedia Players and traveled with them to Leadville, Colorado, as part of a Summer Troupe and acted in many Hawkeye Community Theater productions. She auditioned for The American Academy of Dramatic Arts in New York City and was accepted. While studying at the academy, she joined The Open Road, a travel band, as lead vocalist and conga player and performed up and down the East Coast from Maine to Rhode Island.
In the late 1970’s Donna was hired as musical director for the Broadway show, “Beatlemania,” a musical review focused on the music of the Beatles as it related to the events and changing attitudes of the tumultuous 1960s. In addition to hiring and rehearsing musicians for the pit orchestra, Donna conducted and accompanied the orchestra during performances. In 1980, Donna traveled to London to work as the musical director for the opening production of Beatlemania. While in England, Donna traveled with her sister Joan to Sweden to meet with their maternal grandparents’ cousins.
“Donna and I were kind of like travel buddies,” Joan said. “When she was doing Beatlemania in London, I was living in Germany. We connected, took a train through east Germany and a ferry to Sweden where we met with our cousins. When we finally got to our destination, went into their house, it had an old rug loom exactly like my Aunt Ruth had. The house smelled like we were in Iowa, in grandma’s house.” They also traveled to India together in 1996.
In the late 1980’s Donna became involved with a group of doctors and dentists who traveled each year to Honduras providing free medical and dental treatments for Hondurans who were in need. This organization was called “Mission of Mercy”. Making yearly trips to Honduras, Donna fell in love with the culture and the people. After long hours working with the doctors, Donna would sing and play her keyboard for the doctors, nurses and Honduran community providing the evening entertainment.
When Beatlemania closed, Donna left England and returned to Fort Dodge where she lived two years, serving as music director of St. Olaf Lutheran Church. She then moved to Minneapolis where she continued acting in local theater productions and also worked for the Datacard Group. While at Datacard, she expanded her creative talents by being in charge of the video production department. Donna retired from Datacard in 2010.
Months after her sister Karen died, Donna moved back to Fort Dodge in late 2015 with her beloved dog Rosa – which she rescued in Minneapolis from an abusive owner - to be closer to her family. Rosa was 16 years old and was cremated the day after Donna died, Martha said, so that their ashes could be together. “I can still hear Donna whistle for Rosa,” Martha said. Martha’s son Scott took in Donna’s tabby cat Hansel and Martha adopted Donna’s other dog Benny.
“What I will always remember about my sister - her humor, creativity, she had such a huge heart,” Martha said. “She was loved so much.”
The family plans a celebration of life at a later date when her ashes will be interred at North Lawn Cemetery. Memorials in Donna’s name may be made to the Almost Home Humane Society of North Central Iowa, in Fort Dodge.
Messenger Spotlight: December 5, 2020; Paul Stevens
https://www.messengernews.net/opinion/local-columns/2020/12/donna-johnson-did-not-play-role-of-dolly-she-became-dolly/
It was the march of a lifetime for the 53 boys and girls who represented Fort Dodge 60 years ago this month in the inauguration parade for President John F. Kennedy.
The Fort Dodge Lanciers Drum and Bugle Corps was one of two Iowa marching groups selected to take part in the Jan. 20, 1961, parade down Pennsylvania Avenue in Washington, D.C., before a million spectators for the inauguration of the youngest man ever elected to the presidency.
Now, six decades later, most of them retired and in their 70s, the Lanciers who marched on that frigid day in the nation’s capital — 39 boys and 14 girls, ages 11 to 16 - still recall the gratification of representing Fort Dodge in that special moment in their lives and the life’s lessons that it brought.
“One of the biggest things that we didn’t realize until later on,” said Bob Dunker, “is the thankfulness for Fort Dodge and how the community stepped forward with its love and helped us achieve this. The realization that nothing is given to you, that everything comes from hard work and dedication. Practice and perseverance and learning how to behave yourself in groups. I think we were all good ambassadors for Fort Dodge in Washington, D.C. I think that lasted a lifetime for every one of us.”
Dunker, of Dakota Dunes, S.D., whose career included 20 years as president of Western Iowa Tech Community College in Sioux City, was joined by his younger brother Roger on the trip that took the
Lanciers and their chaperones in two Greyhound buses – one for the boys, the other for the girls – on the 1,083-mile drive. Both played the tenor bugle.
“In a time with no iPads, no headphones, no electronic games, no nothing, on a bus for 18-20 hours straight, we all got along and had a good time,” recalled Roger Dunker, of Castle Rock, Colo., whose career in financial services included 25 years as a corporate executive. “Most of us had never been out of the state of Iowa. Our average age was 14. It was a totally different environment than today if you were on a bus.”
Steve Ryan, a teacher and principal in the Whitewater, Wis., school district and now a member of its school board, was a drummer for the Lanciers.
“I think that for everybody who went, it had to make an impact on your life,” he said. “I always enjoyed the music. Even today to be able to say I was in Kennedy’s parade. It’s just one of those things, once you’ve done it, you can’t undo it. It’s part of you.”
Months earlier, Sen. John Kennedy had visited Fort Dodge in his campaign for president. The Lanciers, sponsored by Post 130 of the American Legion, took part in a parade down Central Avenue that attracted thousands to catch a glimpse of the Democratic candidate.
National Democratic committeeman Donald J. Mitchell, a Fort Dodge attorney, was instrumental in getting Kennedy to visit Fort Dodge and later to get the Lanciers an invitation to the inaugural parade – “a day that advanced the pride of the people of Fort Dodge and the surrounding area,” said Albert Habhab, mayor of Fort Dodge at the time.
“It was a dream that many thought would not come through, but it did,” Habhab said. “Those that advanced that dream were the young men and women who were participants, and their parents and loved ones, and businesses in Fort Dodge.”
Dennis Spurlin, who played the bass bugle, recalled that day in December 1960 when he and fellow Lanciers learned the news.
“Needless to say, when we found out we had received an inaugural invitation, we were extremely excited,” said Spurlin, of Madison, Wis. “What a Christmas present for a 13-year-old! The Lanciers’ board and boosters developed a plan that included a complete itinerary for the trip as well as a detailed list of personal needs such as cold weather items. In the meantime, the corps members had to get permission slips from our parents and excuses from our schools (8th grade, South Junior High, for me). We had roughly two weeks to get all of this completed, which included rehearsal time.”
But first, there was money to be raised — $5,500 — to cover the cost of the trip in a fund-raising campaign called “On to Washington.” Ed Breen, owner of KQTV and KVFD, chaired the trip’s finance committee and Mayor Habhab proclaimed a Fort Dodge Lanciers Day for the city.
Roger Dunker said the Lanciers spent two days going to residences door to door asking for contributions, and sold Christmas trees and candy bars; in one day alone, they raised $2,000. An old car was donated and residents, led by Mayor Habhab, paid a fee per swing to demolish it. Fort Dodge businesses made contributions. And in the end, $7,378 was raised — most of it, small donations.
Budget restrictions did not allow all 110 members of the Lanciers to take part, so those interested took part in competition in practices twice a week, Dunker said, with Lanciers corps director El Presley making the final decision. Mrs. A.B. Churchill was leader of the girls’ Color Guard; Linda Posegate was the girls color sergeant.
“We had mandated practice 30 minutes a day,” Bob Dunker said. “There’s a much higher expectation in drum corps than marching in a high school band at Friday night games – precision, the ability to march in a military manner is just as important as playing an instrument. Every time the Rockettes perform, their precision reminds me of a drum corps. They’re not playing a musical instrument - but we’re not kicking our heels above our heads.”
On the evening of Jan. 17, the Lanciers’ buses left Fort Dodge for a journey that took them through Chicago and into Toledo for breakfast, then into Pittsburgh for lunch and arrival in Washington at
5:30 p.m. on the 18th.
“My dad, ‘Bud’ Kozel, was involved in fundraising for the trip and accompanied us as a chaperone.,” said Doug Kozel, of Madison, Wis., a Lanciers snare drummer. “I remember the trip as having a strong impact on me. I used to hang out at the front of the bus, and I still recall the wonderment of driving through a building, the Chicago post office, and then passing along the river on Lower Wacker Drive to the bus station. I had never seen a city built in layers. Gary, Indiana still had giant steel mills and we could see their flames from Skyline Drive; they were amazing. The Greyhound terminal in Pittsburgh was in a grand building designed by HH Richardson, one of my favorites later during my career as an architect, so it left an impression, as did the evidence of segregation we saw in the restrooms separated by race. Our stop at Gettysburg was the first time I experienced the scope of destruction and loss of life that war could manifest as found in the battlefields and the many monuments.”
In Washington, planners made the trip memorable by organizing tours and educational activities “that were beyond amazing,” Spurlin said. “I remember visiting the galleries of both the Senate and House of Representatives in the U.S. Capitol. We visited the Lincoln and Jefferson Memorials, Iwo Jima Monument, Arlington National Cemetery and changing of the guard at the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier and Mount Vernon. I’m sure I saw much more, but it was heady stuff for a 13-year-old.
“It wasn’t all educational, however. Most of had never been far from Iowa, let alone staying in a big hotel in Washington, D.C. I remember our first dinner at the hotel. It was quite a surprise and a moment of uncertainty for most of us when they served Swordfish, which seemed very exotic at the time. With four to a room, the corps members felt like it was a huge sleepover and enjoyed ourselves immensely.”
That enjoyment included water balloons, which were quite popular for 13- and 14-year-olds, Ryan said. “We were on the fourth floor of the Burlington Hotel (now the Hamilton Hotel), and it seems to me that limos down below got splattered by water balloons. Hanging out the windows, we pointed up to the rooms of a band two floors above us. It seems to me they got the blame.”
Ryan also recalled that somehow a Lanciers’ hat ended up on the top of Abraham Lincoln’s head during the Lincoln Memorial tour. “The guard somehow was easily distracted,” he said.
On inauguration day, the Lanciers were up at 4:30 a.m. for breakfast and out the door at 5:30, only to be greeted by eight inches of snow that had fallen overnight and brought Washington to a standstill. Roads had to be cleared for the buses to get to the start of the parade. It was 14 degrees with a 20 mph headwind from the north. “We marched in circles just to keep warm,” Ryan said. The Lanciers were placed halfway through the parade and on the march down Pennsylvania they played their signature song, “Cherry Pink and Apple Blossom White,” “Stars and Stripes Forever,” and others, and in front of Kennedy at the reviewing stand, “Hail to the Chief.”
Back in Fort Dodge, viewers of NBC-TV’s telecast of the parade with Chet Huntley and David Brinkley as commentators watched anxiously as the Lanciers neared the reviewing stand as Huntley said, “Here comes the Lanciers of Fort Dodge, Iowa.” But he followed with, “We’ll be right back after this commercial.” And when the telecast resumed, the Lanciers – and the Coe College ROTC Band and Iowa Gov. Norman Erbe — had passed by the White House reviewing stand.
“TV portrayed or not,” wrote Herb Flambeck, veteran radio announcer from Des Moines, “the Lanciers are a snappy outfit. Their young standard bearer (Jim Bond) led them on a fast pace. Their music was stirring. The many thousands in the crowd loved them. And our guess is they enjoyed the historic outing, even though they did nearly freeze to death.”
The next morning, the Lanciers toured Mount Vernon — a special moment for Lancier Mitch Hart, who had visited there at the age of 1 — and left Washington on their buses at noon for the long drive back to Fort Dodge. Upon arrival at 5:30 p.m. the next day, the buses got a police escort into town and down Central Avenue for a reception at the Hotel Warden. There, Presley presented official inaugural medals to Mayor Habhab, Bud Kozel, Ed Breen, Donald Mitchell and Messenger editor Walter Stevens.
Five years later, the Lanciers would return to Washington after winning the Iowa State American Legion championship. Kay Reed recalls that the Color Guard competed on the Ellipse south of the White House. The temperatures were quite different: “This was in August and it was sooooooo hot and humid!! We had our new uniforms which were wool battle jackets, guard - wool skirts, and corps - wool pants plus shakos - I think most of us made it all the way through - but it was grueling!”
The Lanciers disbanded in 1970. Three decades later, Spurlin recalled that the Dubuque Colts Drum & Bugle Corps represented Iowa in the inaugural parade for Barack Obama in 2009.
“As an old Iowan,” Spurlin said, “I make contributions to the corps each year. As they were preparing for the trip to D.C., I sent a letter and check to Greg Orwell, an old friend and executive director of the Colts until last year. I told him what a privilege it was to represent Iowa in the parade. I pointed out that Barack Obama was only the 44th president in America’s history. I also told him to encourage his members to take in as much as possible because they would remember this trip for the rest of their lives – much the same as all of you.
“The evening before the parade, Greg read my letter to the entire corps and explained who the Fort Dodge Lanciers were and my long involvement in the activity. By coincidence, Dave Swaleson, assistant director for the Colts at that time grew up in Fort Dodge and marched with the Lanciers for about four years toward the end.”
Messenger Spotlight: January 2, 2021
https://www.messengernews.net/opinion/local-columns/2021/01/for-fort-dodge-lanciers-march-of-a-lifetime-at-jfks-inauguration-60-years-ago/
Remembering her dad, who made ultimate sacrifice for his country.
For Denise Steburg Rotell, the Veterans Day and Thanksgiving holidays just weeks apart bring back memories of her father who made the ultimate sacrifice for his country — and for whom she is thankful.
Pfc. Donald A. Steburg was killed instantly on April 6, 1945, in a firefight in a small cemetery in Germany just a year after the Fort Dodge native enlisted in the Army, forgoing a military deferment because he wanted to serve, and just a month and a day before the Germans surrendered.
He lays in rest at North Lawn Cemetery and is among the 219 World War II casualties from Webster County whose names are etched into a memorial wall at Veterans Memorial Park.
“I think of my father and the sacrifices he and thousands of other young men and women made whenever I practice my right to vote and to speak out in support of my political and personal beliefs,” Rotell said. “Because of him and all the others, I feel it is my responsibility to stay as informed as I can and exercise my rights at every opportunity — to speak out to my representatives and vote to every chance I get. So at Thanksgiving in their honor I am thankful for my country and the freedoms they fought for.”
She was 3 years old when a Western Union telegram was delivered to her mother at their home in Fort Dodge, notifying her that her husband had died in action. He was 23. Her mother, Donna Steburg, was married years later to Vernon Brecht and when Denise was 14, attending junior high school, the family moved to California.
Today, she lives in Nampa, Idaho, and has two children, Don, of Burns, Oregon, and Christa, of Nampa, who both work for the Bureau of Land Management. Don is married to Noelle and they have two sons: Sawyer and Sam. Christa is married to Greg Braun and they have two daughters: Elyse and Avery. Denise’s husband, Don Rotell, was with the U.S. Forest Service and died 15 years ago. A few years ago, her son Don visited his grandfather’s gravesite in Fort Dodge with both sons.
Her father was born in Fort Dodge and his father, Harold, worked for The Messenger and, with his wife, built the first motel in Fort Dodge in the early 1950s, called the Fort Dodge Motel, Rotell said. Her dad’s brother and brother-in-law were brick masons and they helped build it.
Donald Steburg worked for the Tobin Meat Packing plant in Fort Dodge when World War II started and Rotell said her mother told her that he had an occupational deferment because the plant supplied meat for the armed forces. But he decided to enlist. He was 22 years old.
“My grandpa told me that he and my dad planned when dad got home, they would buy a gas station in Fort Dodge, and dad would be the mechanic,” she said.
It was not to be — and Rotell learned how her father died when she was able to connect with former soldiers of Company B of the 42nd Rainbow Division, 232nd Infantry, who served with him.
“Your father landed with us in Marseille (France),” wrote Arthur Lillquist of Salt Lake City in 1992. “He was a good soldier — brave and courageous. He fought with us through the Battle of the Bulge, He was killed in a cemetery in Wurzburg (Germany) in April near the end of the war. In regard to how your father was killed, we got involved in a firefight in a cemetery. I was close to your father when he was hit. He died instantly. Your father never knew what hit him. As deaths in war go, your father’s death was a good one in that it was instantaneous, and he did not suffer pain. None of the German soldiers involved in that firefight survived.”
Rotell said her mother was unaware of his death when she wrote her final letter to him, letting him know that President Franklin Roosevelt had died.
“That’s always been kind of a haunting,” she said. “My mother had just mailed the letter telling him that FDR had died. Not long after that, she got the telegram.”
In the year of 2020, the 75th anniversary of the end of World War II, most ceremonies — worldwide to local — were canceled because of the coronavirus pandemic.
“This has been a strange, strange year,” Rotell said. “Veterans Day always brings it back to me. I think back on how much it changed my life, how things would have been so much different. When I was 23, I realized I was older than Dad. He had grandkids that he never got to see.
“I try to talk about it a lot to my kids and grandkids, show them what medals I have. I have my father’s Purple Heart and the other day, I saw one of my grandsons showing his friend the medal. I have always missed having my father. I have much pride. I also realize he was just a kid. All those young kids, patriotic, marching off to save the world. They were just kids.”
Messenger Spotlight: November 28, 2020; Paul Stevens
https://www.messengernews.net/opinion/local-columns/2020/11/remembering-her-dad-who-made-ultimate-sacrifice-for-his-country/
Famed bandmaster Karl King instrumental in Jimmerson’s life, career
Jerrold Jimmerson, the director of the Karl L. King Municipal Band, poses next to the statue of King on the Fort Dodge City Square.
Jerrold “Jerry” Jimmerson was a fourth-grader at Butler Elementary School when his grandmother gave him a metal clarinet that she had purchased years earlier for her daughter, who was his mother.
The year was 1953 and that gift was the beginning of a lifetime of music that continues to this day for Jimmerson, a Manson resident who is conductor of Fort Dodge’s municipal band, the Karl L. King Municipal Band. It was also his first link to King, perhaps the city’s most famous citizen: his grandmother bought the instrument at a music shop on Central Avenue operated by King’s wife, Ruth.
A century ago this fall, Ohio native King arrived by train to apply as conductor for the Fort Dodge Municipal Band. He passed the tryout and signed a one-year contract in 1920 that continued, year after year, until his death 51 years later. His career as a bandmaster, composer and musician made him a music legend — best known for his “Barnum and Bailey’s Favorite” which, along with the 300 marches and other compositions he wrote, assured him the worldwide status of March King along with John Philip Sousa and Henry Fillmore.
Two of the first three homes that he and his wife lived in are still standing — their first home, a rental at 815 Forest Ave. and the first home they bought, at 1637 Eighth Ave. N. Their next home at 1119 Fourth Ave. N. is no longer standing.
Karl King died on March 31, 1971, at the age of 80 and Ruth King died in 1988 at 90. They are buried at North Lawn Cemetery. Their only son, Karl L. King, Jr. was born in 1919 and died in 1987. Beyond the band, King’s name is preserved in the city by the Karl King Viaduct, the Karl King Memorial Park at the City Square and the Karl King Bandshell at Oleson Park.
“Mr. King was known in the state of Iowa, throughout the United States, through his music,” said Jimmerson, who has conducted the band since 2003 and is its senior member with 61 years of service. “We have a Karl L. King web site — www.karlking.us — and it has gotten hits from 120 different countries throughout the world.
“I think I have conducted the band in my own style. I have never tried to direct just like Mr. King. I’m doing what I’ve always done and learned to do. I try to follow some of the traditions of Mr. King, things important to him. I believe that conducting any musical group is a personal expression of one’s own self to the music they are responding to. While there is a basic foundational pattern to follow, there is also room for creativity.”
Jimmerson taught music and directed bands for 50 years in five different school systems, 29 of those years in Manson. He serves as a mentor for beginning band directors — there are more than 100 municipal bands in Iowa — and serves as an adjudicator for music contests and festivals.
All three sons of Jimmerson and his wife Alice — Kevin, Bryan and Deron –played in the King band from time to time — Kevin on saxophone, and Bryan and Deron on trombone. Deron, the youngest, is associate band director at Prairie High School in Cedar Rapids. Bryan is a financial adviser in Carroll and Kevin is business manager of the Independence State Hospital.
“My life has really been centered and focused on music,” said Jimmerson. “I just love being together with people making music, and I’ve never really wanted to do anything else.”
Jimmerson was born in Estherville and at 10 days old moved with his mother, Dorothy Jimmerson, into Fort Dodge where they lived with his grandparents, Hazel and Clare Black, in a home six blocks from Oleson Park. His grandfather was with the Illinois Central Railroad and worked on steam engines in the old railroad roundhouse. In the early days when the circus came to town, it traveled by train –and Jimmerson recalls that “I had the run of the yard and could go down and watch them unload.” The circus would then parade to performance sites — one where the shopping mall once stood and another where the Dodger Apartments now stand.
Jimmerson started playing his clarinet in the fourth-grade band at Butler and played in band through junior high and high school. He took up the accordion — made popular through the Lawrence Welk television show — in fifth grade and later teamed during their junior high years with friend Joe Lorenzo to perform as “Jerry and Joey: The Accordion Twins” on Fred Porter’s Barn Dance program on KQTV.
Growing up close to the Oleson Park bandshell, he said, “I could hear the band playing on Sunday nights. I just really enjoyed listening to that. Even if I didn’t go to the concert, if the wind was blowing the right direction, I could hear the band.”
During his sophomore year at Fort Dodge Senior High, the 15-year-old Jimmerson switched from clarinet to the bass clarinet and said it “was to be one of the best decisions of my life.” He wanted to join King’s band so, at his grandmother’s encouragement, he went to his music store downtown and told him so. The band hadn’t had a bass clarinet for years, King said, and invited him to rehearse with the band that evening.
“I went, took my place, and Mr. King started to rehearse the band for the evening,” he said. “About halfway through rehearsal, he stopped the band in the middle of one of our songs, pointed at me, and told Arnold Bode, the band’s manager, ‘This kid’s pretty good. See that he gets a uniform before he goes home tonight.’ I’ve enjoyed being part of that band ever since.”
That was the summer of 1960 — and he is one of three active members of the band who played under King’s baton — the others, T.H. Hoefing and Mary Heimbruch, are both clarinet players.
King was instrumental in his decision to attend college after he graduated in 1962 from FDSH. King directed him to the band director at Buena Vista College, Bill Green, who told him he might be able to provide scholarship help and a part-time job at a store that often hired band students. Jimmerson later learned that King had called Green to say “he had been watching over this young man for a few years, that I was being raised by my grandmother, that I wanted to become a band director, and that I had no financial means to do that. He was concerned about me and wanted Bill Green to watch over me for the next four years. When I graduated from college, I asked Mr. King to write a recommendation for my teaching credentials. He did that, and then sent me a postcard to let me know it was done.
“I have always been extremely proud of this note from him. It simply says, ‘Dear Jerry, Filled out your form & mailed it today. Gave you a No. 1 rating on all points, which you richly deserve! Karl L. King’.”
As he started his teaching career after graduation from Buena Vista, Jimmerson tried to make his students aware of the influence of King and his music. At his first assignment, Crestland Community Schools in Early and Nemaha, he took a busload of students to King’s 80th birthday concert. He moved on to teach junior high music at Nevada, where he also worked on (and earned) his Master of Music Education degree from Drake University and played in the Des Moines Symphony.
Jimmerson returned home to Manson and taught for the next 29 years at Manson High School (which became Manson Northwest Webster in 1990) before he retired for the first time in 2003. He was elected the King band conductor that year and later taught at St. Edmond Elementary School from 2005-09 and Iowa Central Community College from 2012-2020. He retired from Iowa Central last spring.
“My wife tells me I flunked retirement several times,” he said.
Jimmerson’s opportunity to become conductor of the King band came when then-conductor Reginald Schive resigned in January 2003, citing health reasons. Jimmerson applied, competed with others for the position and was elected conductor by a vote of the band. He became only the fifth conductor in the history of the band which started as the 56th Regimental Band in 1900. Previous directors were Carl Quist, Karl L. King, W. B. Green, and Schive.
The 45-member band operates with a current budget of $38,000 that covers salaries and mileage for players, the costs of equipment and music, and uniforms. Under the Iowa Band Law, which King helped pass in 1921, the band receives some funding from the city government. About half of the band’s members are retired, some of them former music directors, and its rehearsals are held in the Community Room of the Fort Dodge Library.
Each year, the band normally has 12 performances (admission is free): eight summer concerts at the Oleson Park Bandshell, three winter concerts at either Fort Dodge Middle School or Iowa Central’s Decker Auditorium, and Memorial Day at Veterans Memorial Park. But not in 2020.
Since the outbreak of COVID-19, the band has not performed since February.
“I don’t think the King band has ever had a situation like this before,” Jimmerson said. “The last great pandemic we had was in 1918 with the Spanish flu. Mr. King and his wife were traveling with the Ringling Brothers circus at the time. In the 1940s, during World War II, there was a shortage of male players and that’s when they started to bring women into the band. It had always been male only before that.”
Jimmerson’s hope is that it will be able to perform a winter concert next February to commemorate the 100th anniversary of King’s first concert in Fort Dodge.
“Our April concert is a scholarship concert,” he said, “and it would be nice to get the summer concerts going again in Oleson Park. But we have to be realistic as well as hopeful.”
Messenger Spotlight: November 7, 2020; Paul Stevens
https://www.messengernews.net/opinion/local-columns/2020/11/famed-bandmaster-karl-king-instrumental-in-jimmersons-life-career/
Constantine’s, Melody Grill — memories of city’s Greek past
The black convertible carrying a smiling and waving John F. Kennedy crept slowly down Central Avenue, passing by Constantine’s restaurant at Ninth Street and the Melody Grill in the City Square, as thousands of Fort Dodgers craned for a view of the Democratic presidential candidate.
Were you there? Remember Constantine’s and the Melody Grill? Unless you’re a Baby Boomer or older, probably not.
Like most businesses witnessing Kennedy’s campaign swing to the city on Sept. 20, 1960, the two restaurants no longer exist. Even their buildings are gone. Constantine’s once occupied the southeast corner of Ninth Street and Central Avenue. Now it’s a green space, the location of the DART bus transit center, overlooked by a pioneer era mural. The Melody Grill was on the southeast corner of the square, and its space is now a parking area for Daniel Tire.
The two restaurants, like many in Fort Dodge’s history, shared a commonality: both were founded, owned and operated by Greek families.
“All of my recollections of Fort Dodge are happy ones,” said Koula Constantine Fotis, 98, who operated Constantine’s with her late husband, John Fotis. “Central Avenue, from the top of 12th Street all the way down to the band shelter, almost all the restaurants were Greek. We had an amazing Greek community. Our families were all so united.”
Both restaurants were started by Greek immigrants, as were others downtown including the Princess Cafe, Lafayette Cafe, OK Coffee Shop, Oasis Cafe, Butterfly Cafe, Maywood Restaurant and the Blue Bird, and more.
Koula’s father, John Constantine, and his brother, Steve, opened Constantine’s in 1922.
“My father and uncle had a charm about them that everyone in Fort Dodge inhaled,” she said.
They were later joined by their brother, Chris. The Fotis’ managed the restaurant — known for its down-home menu and homemade candies and ice cream — from 1946 until it closed in 1970.
The Melody Grill was started under the name of the Rainbow Grill by George and Chrysanthe Chardoulias in 1930 at 23 S. Seventh St. and in 1933 they moved the restaurant to 511 Central Ave., on the square. Their son, Chris, eventually took over the business with his sister, Angela, and her husband, Pete Capellos. Chris’ son Mike became the third generation to own the grill before he sold it in 1983.
“I might be the last Greek in Fort Dodge,” said Mike Chardoulias, who eventually went to work for the late Tom Cairney at his Tom Thumb Drive In restaurant at 1412 A St. West and managed it for 30 years before retiring; he continues to work there part time. Mike’s six children all worked at the restaurant or the contiguous Dairy Queen while they were growing up and his son Tony was a manager.
Years ago, Fort Dodge had a strong Greek presence. Too few to support a Greek Orthodox Church, Greek families used St. Mark’s Episcopal Church and once a month, a Greek Orthodox priest from Des Moines would come to town for a Communion service. Many of the immigrants worked in the shoe repair and shoe-shining business and for the railroad. But the restaurant business was where they made their most visible mark.
Jean Capellos, a retired high school teacher of 33 years in suburban Chicago whose parents were Angela and Pete, was asked about the affinity of Greeks and the restaurant business in Fort Dodge.
“Because Greece was back then such a poor country, with hard, tough work in olive groves and the like, many who came to America vowed never again they would work on the lands. Greeks are known for hospitality so that may be why many went into the restaurant business or others that provided services for people. They did not want to live in poverty working the land. My dad became a leather worker when he came here.”
The Greek community in Fort Dodge was close-knit, Capellos recalled: “On hot summer Sundays, Greek families would gather at Oleson Park for picnics. Thea (Aunt) Katina would vie with Thea Athena on who made the best baklava. Smoke poured from the men’s cigarettes and cigars during loud arguments over Greek and American politics. The creme de la creme were picnic gatherings at the Grotto in West Bend.
“Every day after school my two sisters and I walked to the house of my godmother, Maria Pappas, for Greek lessons. We did our best to copy and recite Greek sentences. ‘The lemon. The fine lemon. Here Mama are two fine lemons.’ We found it tedious as it interrupted our social lives and all things American. However, we loved seeing and talking to daughters Sophie, Theano, Tessie and Demetra who wore fashionable black and white saddles and pretty skirts and sweaters. On special occasions after our lessons my godmother would make us delicious Greek spaghetti with burnt butter and cinnamon.
“Tessie Pappas was the children’s librarian at our beautiful Andrew Carnegie Library. When the polio outbreak occurred in 1955, Tessie would not relent and rolled carts of books to the children in the isolation wards, including myself. Five months at Lutheran Hospital was a long time for a 7-year-old, but Tessie gave me the joy of reading.”
The Melody Grill was open from 6 a.m. to 3 a.m. and catered to shift workers and the “bar crowd,” said Mike Chardoulias, who had earlier worked at Treloars Inn before joining his parents at the Grill.
“The Melody was straight working class,.” he said.
And it was a true family business — almost everyone working there was family, he said.
Jean Capellos recalled that at 5:30 a.m., her dad or her Uncle Chris (they alternated weeks, working either the day or night shifts) “baked ham and beef slabs in the ovens and cut and diced potatoes for French fries and mashed potatoes. He made breakfast doughnuts by hand. The Greek cook at the Melody was a shy, soft spoken man, Jim Togeas. He would slowly simmer ham and split pea and navy bean and ham soups, vegetable beef stew and pot roast. Meat loaf, Salisbury steak, hot roast beef sandwiches were favorites but, by far the favorite, was a giant pork tenderloin sandwich.
“Jim was also known for the Melody pies. Lemon meringue, banana cream, cherry and apple were so popular that they would sell out well before the lunch run was finished. The 1 a.m. crowd enjoyed ham and eggs, a Denver sandwich, T-bone steak, pork chops or fried chicken.”
The Melody had six wooden booths and a lunch counter with eight silver bar stools with red cushions where children would whirl waiting for an ice cream sundae or chocolate malted milk shake. Capellos’ mother typed up the daily menu, was cashier and waitress, and her sisters and cousins worked late into Friday and Saturday mornings when the heaviest number of customers poured in.
“It is no wonder,” Capellos said, “that restaurants would close down when the third-generation sons and daughters opted out for better jobs with higher pay and without 6 a.m. to 3 a.m. hours. Two families in Fort Dodge carved out the hard life of the restaurant business.”
Constantine’s was more of an “uptown” restaurant, Mike Chardoulias said — located at one of the busiest intersections on Central Avenue with the old Post Office directly across the street and Younkers on the northwest corner.
Most Fort Dodgers tasted their very first Cherry Coke there. In the basement was equipment to make its own candy and its own ice cream. The copper kettles and other candymaking equipment had already been in use for 100 years. One of its customers’ favorites: the Chocolate Clown sundae — tulip glass, chocolate syrup, marshmallow cream, one scoop vanilla and one scoop chocolate ice cream, chocolate syrup, marshmallow cream and roasted red skin peanuts. A top menu item was the hot beef sandwich with homemade mashed potatoes and brown gravy.
One of its regular customers, Tom Goodman, a 1965 Fort Dodge Senior High classmate of Jean Capellos, recalled, “I’d order French fries and water for a dime, purchased at the counter with the stools, next to the candy case with fine chocolates, something I only got to look at, as I couldn’t afford them. To sit in the booths, you had to spend 25 cents so you couldn’t sit with your friends and just talk (gossip). I never went into Constantine’s unless I had a dime for the counter, or if I wanted to go first-class, I would have to have a quarter in my pocket.”
The most popular candies made there were chocolate-covered English toffee and peanut brittle.
“We sent them to the soldiers from Webster County in the care boxes during World War II,” said Andy Fotis, whose parents were Constantine’s managers.
Andy, who lives in Scottsdale, Arizona, and was in the restaurant business for 45 years, worked there as a soda jerk while in high school. “It was the greatest job in the world for a 16-year-old kid. Beautiful girls would come to the counter and eat the sundaes I prepared for them.”
Other favorite memories: “Customers everywhere who all knew each other gossiping and chatting and ready for a good cup of coffee and a piece of pecan pie. With an open kitchen, the sounds of plates rattling, waitresses yelling out orders to the cooks without writing anything down, a mistake was never made. We had 12 counter seats (red with chrome bases), 16 booths that sat four, and a large u-shaped booth in black that sat eight.”
Cokes were 10 cents, shoestring fries a quarter, the Chocolate Clown sundae 35 cents.
Capellos said Constantine’s candies “and their art of chocolate making were unparalleled. I remember the candy boxes were wrapped in shiny white paper and tied with blue ribbon, the colors of Greece. My favorites were the fancy mints in orange, green, pink and yellow colors. Teenage girls and boys in school letter jackets swarmed Constantine’s for French fries and cokes. It was a happy place.”
Messenger Spotlight: October 3, 2020
https://www.messengernews.net/opinion/local-columns/2020/10/constantines-melody-grill-memories-of-citys-greek-past/
Edited from the Kansas Press Association (May 3, 2013) and the Inland Press Association – Inland News, (June 22, 2009)
At 6-foot-5, Paul Stevens stood tall -- literally and figuratively -- in his service to Kansas journalism and the newspapers that comprise its robust press corps.
But to those who worked with and for Stevens in his nearly three decades of leading The Associated Press in Kansas, he was a gentle giant whose integrity and generosity proved him worthy of a spot in the Kansas Newspaper Hall of Fame. Paul H. Stevens, retired on July 13, 2009, as vice president of The Associated Press’ Central region in Kansas City, ending a 36-year career with the AP.
The shadow cast by Stevens across the state’s proud journalism heritage dwarfs his own imposing frame. During 36 years in journalism, Stevens spent 28 reporting, editing and building relationships with Kansas newspapers, including three years as AP’s correspondent in Wichita, 19 years as AP's Chief of Bureau in Kansas City and six years as AP's regional vice president for newspapers in 15 states, including Kansas.
Stevens grew up in Fort Dodge, Iowa, as the son of iconic Messenger newspaper editor, Walt Stevens. Paul Stevens earned a BA in journalism from the University of Iowa and an MS in journalism from the University of Kansas. He eventually adopted Kansas as his home state. He and wife Linda have lived in Lenexa for 28 years and are parents to three children and grandparents to four.
Stevens began his AP career in Albany, N.Y., in 1973 and transferred to St. Louis in 1974. Two years later, he became the AP's correspondent in Wichita. He served as Wichita correspondent until 1979 when he became AP's bureau chief in Albuquerque, N.M.
His goal was a return to Kansas City as Chief of Bureau, and he did it in 1984. Besides organizing a Kansas APME group, Stevens created a package called Kansas Panorama that enabled member newspapers to share their writers' work. He also created a system for Kansas newspapers to share their coverage of high school sports championships and started an annual Kansas-Missouri AP Staffer of the Year award to recognize work of outstanding AP staffers in the two states.
Stevens was directly involved in the planning and execution of 10 primary and general elections in Kansas and Missouri. He was responsible for "calling" the races, which meant declaring a winner, most of the time well before all the results were in.
Stevens was the first person from AP to be admitted into the Missouri Press Association Newspaper Hall of Fame in 2006.
Few stood more devoted to the cause of Kansas journalism than Paul Stevens. In 2013, Paul Stevens was recognized for his distinguished service to journalism when he was inducted into the Kansas Newspaper Hall of Fame.
A big part of Paul’s heart is still connected to his hometown of Fort Dodge. Paul researches and writes Spotlight articles that are published monthly in the Messenger newspaper. The articles provide a unique perspective about people, places and events that are a part of the robust history and culture of Fort Dodge.
Sources:
*Kansas Press Association – May 3, 2013
*Inland Press Association – Inland News, June 22, 2009
One wintry Fort Dodge morning, Bill Thatcher was shoveling snow out front of his law office on North Ninth Street when a car skidded to a stop on the other side of the street. A large man climbed out and walked directly toward him.
“My initial thought was that this was not going to have a happy ending,” he recalled. “My yellow snow shovel was not going to be much protection. He walked right towards me, pointed his hand at me and said, ‘Are you Judge Thatcher?’ I wanted to say no, are you kidding? He’s inside having a cup of coffee. But I said yes. He took off his glove and held out a huge hand and came up to me and said I want to thank you. I gratefully took off my glove and shook his hand and asked him why. He said that a year ago I had put him in jail for 30 days. He said the first 10 days in jail he was so mad at me he just wanted to get out and beat me up. The second 10 days, he said he felt sorry for himself. And the third 10 days, he decided that he never would do anything which would put him back in jail. He was released from jail and reconciled with his wife, got his job back and stopped using alcohol and drugs. He put his life back together again. And he said he wanted to thank me for getting him started on that path.”
They talked for a short time before the man returned to his car and drove away, but Thatcher said he was so startled that he cannot remember the man’s name.
“That incident and success story kept me going for a long, long time,” he said. “People usually don’t thank you for helping them in the legal system. I do get letters and thank you notes every now and then but very infrequently.”
William J. Thatcher has served as a Webster County magistrate judge since his initial appointment July 1, 1973 – except for a four-year break when he was Webster County attorney. He concludes his career of judicial public service on Sept. 5 when he reaches the mandatory retirement age of 72, leaving as the longest-serving of the 140 magistrate judges in Iowa.
The third-generation Fort Dodge native is one of three part-time Webster County magistrates – Steve Kersten, who was appointed in 1992, and Bill Habhab, who was appointed in 2012. are the others. They work one week on, two weeks off – serving 24/7 for a full week as a magistrate before returning to their law practices.
Magistrates handle initial appearances for every criminal case. As the first rung of the law ladder, they hold trials for all simple misdemeanors, handling such offenses as speeding, public intoxication, domestic assault, theft, as well as trials on small claims (cases up to $6,500), uninsured car accidents, unpaid cash rent and construction claims. They also handle commitment hearings for substance abuse and mental health – cases Thatcher calls the most difficult. They issue search warrants and arrest warrants for the police, sheriff’s office and state patrol.
When he is not wearing magistrate’s robes, Thatcher partners with Sarah Livingston, a fellow University of Iowa Law graduate, in the Thatcher and Livingston LLC law firm. His wife, Carol Thatcher, and Sheryl Reed are legal assistants, and Cathy Mickelson is a part-time legal assistant.
Katrina O’Brien is the court attendant (administrative assistant) for the three magistrates.
Thatcher plans to continue to practice law, with no immediate plans to retire.
“When I go over there and walk into the courtroom, my friends say I become a different person,” Thatcher said. “With that black robe on, you have to judge someone: Is that person telling the truth or lying, what’s the motive, what really happened here? When Tom Bice retired (as a district court judge), he said the most difficult part of the job is sentencing a criminal case. You only have one chance to sentence someone. You have to be able to look at that person, you have to determine if this person may need a slight talking to or a harsh admonition. Sentencing is the most important thing we do.”
Nearly half a century after it happened, Thatcher said that in his first year as a magistrate, he sentenced a man “and I think I got it all wrong, I know his name, someday I want to find him and apologize…I found him guilty and found out later that I shouldn’t have believed a witness.”
Thatcher and his sisters – Barbara Thatcher Lyall of Woman Lake in northern Minnesota and Jody Thatcher Cook of Indian Wells, California – are the children of Bernice and Bill Thatcher. Their father was a surgeon who started his medical practice in 1939 and was joined a year later by his brother Donald, an internist, along with their sister Mildred Thatcher Warren, a registered nurse and office assistant. Their father, Orville Thatcher, was a banker with the Webster County National Bank from 1914-22.
Both brothers joined the Army during World War II, but only one came back. Bill was a surgeon in field hospitals behind the lines in North Africa, Sicily and Anzio. But Don, a flight surgeon stationed in England, was killed when he volunteered to go with a B-24 crew that was shot down on a bombing run over France in late June 1944; it was the flight crew’s last mission before they were to return home. Bill returned to his medical practice in Fort Dodge and was joined by Drs. Paul Stitt and Hoyt Allen in the Thatcher, Stitt and Allen practice. Dr. Thatcher died in 1980 and his wife died in 2008.
Magistrate Bill Thatcher is married to Carol Anderson, who he met in their senior year at Fort Dodge Senior High. They were married in 1968 while attending Iowa State University – Carol earning a degree in home economics education and Bill a degree in industrial administration (later, the Ivy College of Business). Carol taught for three years “and put me through law school” at the University of Iowa, Thatcher said. Bill and Carol have two children – Amy, a sales rep for a specialty pharmacy who lives in Denver, and Scott, a corporate pilot who lives with his wife Duree, and their children Lily, 16, and Charlie, 14, in Eau Claire, Wisconsin. Duree’s brother, Darren Driscoll, is Webster County attorney. Scott is the third generation of his family to be a pilot, following in the footsteps of his father and grandfather.
Thatcher’s pathway to law started with a summer job in Minnesota when he was 17 years old.
Thatcher worked for three summers for a boat dealership at Woman Lake in Longville, Minnesota – where his parents had a cabin (and where Thatcher and his wife still have a residence.) He was the only person in the shop over the noon hour one day when “a tall distinguished guy walked in and said he wanted to buy a fishing boat.” The man, Bill Schrampfer, was the first head of the Department of Industrial Administration at Iowa State and learned Thatcher planned to attend school there for a degree in agricultural business. Schrampfer, an Iowa Law graduate, would be his adviser.
“It was the best thing that ever happened to me,” Thatcher said. “He decided I should go to law school. He gradually moved me to being interested in law – I would have never gone to law school if dad hadn’t got me that summer job and I hadn’t sold that boat.”
Thatcher worked as a law student intern in the summer of 1972 for County Attorney Louie Beisser, who would later become a district court judge. Back then, Iowa had municipal court judges, police court judges and justices of the peace. But the state Legislature created the Legislature Court Unification Law that became effective July 1, 1973 – the same date that Thatcher became a Webster County magistrate judge.
“I am the only remaining magistrate who started out with the new law,” Thatcher said.
“I had always wanted to come back to Fort Dodge and open my own law practice and this allowed me to do that because it (magistrate judge) was a part-time position. It was a great way to start my practice – criminal law and civil law – everything fit perfectly. A good friend of mine was head of drug cases and wanted me to come to Chicago as an assistant U.S. attorney. That was exciting for someone 24 years old – this would be near, But I’m a small-town boy and I was just not comfortable moving to Chicago. Carol and I had a baby daughter, Fort Dodge seemed like a better answer. I think I made the right decision.”
The COVID-19 pandemic has turned the world upside down – with the court systems being no exception. They reopened in mid-July with cautionary procedures in place.
“As a magistrate, we had done everything by telephone – all the initial appearances. I talked to each defendant, while they’re sitting in jail, tell them their rights, assign an attorney for them. We have built up a huge backlog of trials and we’re just starting to hold those trials – and for the next foreseeable months, try to whittle down the number of cases. Everyone has to wear a mask. There are certain areas where you can sit, we keep people apart, limit the number who can be in the courtroom. We’re trying now to get every case done in 20 minutes. It has forced us to be more efficient with our time. I missed not being able to look at every defendant in the courtroom. I read the reports, but I’m an old-fashioned guy, I like to be able to look at someone, look in their eyes, read their body language, respond to my questions. I think we all erred on the side of caution…we may be more lenient in letting people out of jail than before because we’re more aware we don’t want people sitting in jail spreading this disease.”
Thatcher said applications have been taken for his position but the nominating commission has decided not to fill it immediately and will reconsider doing so in early December.
“The court system has changed dramatically in the last 47 years,” Thatcher said. “It is more formal now and more responsive to individual rights. The Iowa judicial branch is more independent from the legislative and executive branches than in the past. All in all, we have a better court system than in the past. Iowans can be very proud of the integrity and independence of their courts. That may sound like a political ad but it is my personal observation.”
Messenger Spotlight: August 1, 2020
https://www.messengernews.net/opinion/local-columns/2020/08/iowas-longest-serving-magistrate-to-retire/
Treloar’s Inn has been closed for 45 years, but no other restaurant in Fort Dodge history evokes more fond memories and tingles more taste buds than the eatery that L.D. “Papa” Treloar launched in a small garage, with outdoor seating for four, at 2000 N. 15th St.
Those of Baby Boomer and earlier generations who were once its most loyal customers still wish it were alive and try to relate to their children, grandchildren and great-grandchildren what a special place Treloar’s holds in their hearts – and yes, in their stomachs. Oh, to relive the taste of those baby back ribs, the fried chicken and shrimp, the steaks, the 15-cent burgers, the barbeque beans, the homemade salad dressings and that special barbeque sauce. And oh, to once again be able to pull your car into a stall at Treloar’s Country Boy Drive-in, where carhops on roller skates took your order.
Remember the “Happy Days” hit television comedy and its fictional Arnold’s and Al’s Drive-in? Well, Treloar’s was Fort Dodge’s equivalent – a popular gathering place that was around long before we celebrated that TV hangout of The Fonz and Richie Cunningham.
Why does the name still live on after so many years?
“The people for one,” said Deb Treloar Toler, of Aurora, Colorado, daughter of Max and Jean Treloar and granddaughter of Papa and Hazel Treloar (Max succeeded his father as restaurant manager).
“Papa and Dad kept employees for years and everyone knew them,” she added.”The customer ALWAYS came first, no matter what. Everyone learned that the first day. The food, of course, especially the ribs and chicken (in my opinion). The ribs/beans smokers and the smells that went with them. It was so popular that people would wait up to three hours to get seated on a Mother’s Day Sunday.”
Toler’s sister, Claudia Treloar Spillman, of Phoenix, said it was a “generational restaurant” that appealed to teens, young families and older residents.
“Many special events and moments were celebrated there,” she said – first dates, birthdays, homecoming and proms, family reunions, weddings and anniversaries, service club luncheons and more.
“Even now, all of these years later, I occasionally run in to someone from the Midwest,” said Mary Porter, daughter of Papa Treloar’s oldest child, Billie. She also lives in Phoenix and sold wholesale groceries and supplies to restaurants for 37 years.“As soon as I mention Treloar’s, their eyes light up and sparkle as they share stories about their visits to the Inn.”
Born in Ogden, their grandfather, L.D. “Les” Treloar ,worked boyhood jobs shining shoes, selling newspapers to coal miners and clerking in a grocery store. He ended his formal education at the eighth grade and eventually became a signal lamp man and then a brakeman for the Chicago & Northwestern Railroad. He came to Fort Dodge in 1920, when he was 22, worked briefly for the U.S. Gypsum Co. and then became a switchman in the Illinois Central yards. He wasn’t making enough money to support his family, so he and his wife, Hazel, and a younger brother O.L (Orsie) started a lunchwagon business selling peanuts and popcorn to northern Iowa fairs and farm sales.
Once the summer fairs and sales ended, they parked the sales trailer and concession stand at the Theiss family plot north of Fort Dodge, just off 15th Street. He also had what he called “Treloar’s First Aid to the Hungry” in a small building at 1022 Central Ave., but beginning in 1928, he and Hazel started operating a restaurant from the Theiss site – housed in a 10- by-12-foot garage they bought at a farm auction.
Treloar’s Inn was born – with outdoor-only seating for four – and he soon expanded the garage to allow seating for eight. Hazel did the cooking, including sandwiches and fried chicken. Word of the restaurant’s food spread quickly and so did its seating: By 1941, 64 diners could be accommodated; by 1946, there was seating for 210; by 1950, 425, and in 1957, 508.
In 1947, Treloar’s Curb Service (later called Treloar’s Country Boy Drive-In) was opened on the same two-acre plot of land where the Inn stood and in 1950, the Treloars’ oldest son, Max, took over management of the growing business. (L.D. and Hazel had five children: Elaine (Billie), Max, Beverly and twins Dean and Dewey. All are deceased).
At its height, Treloar’s operated five restaurants in Fort Dodge – the main Inn and the Country Boy were joined by Max Treloar’s Pancake Feast in 1961 (sold three years later to Max’s sister Billie and her husband Delbert Porter, to become “Del Porter’s Pancake Feast”); a restaurant and lounge in the then-new Holiday Inn in 1964, and the Treloar’s Crossroads Restaurant at the Crossroads Shopping Center in 1969. Hundreds of employees worked for the restaurants over the years.
Being in the restaurant business is no easy profession, then or now. Treloar’s suffered several major fires over the years and in 1967, a robbery in which employees were held at gunpoint in the coffee shop area while the gunman stole $1,100. He was never captured.
Treloar’s closed in November 1975, the result of a combination of business decisions and the health issues of Max Treloar.
Her father started getting headaches and vision issues when she was in high school, Toler said. A brain tumor was eventually found and throughout the rest of his life until his death in September 1981, he had several brain surgeries.
“The brain cancer made running the businesses very difficult, but he tried for many years. He made many ‘not so good’ decisions and ended up losing everything. Papa was older and retired, living in California by then, and, unfortunately, none of us four kids were inclined to continue the restaurants. Therefore, everything went into receivership, got sold to some Fort Dodge investors, had an auction to dispose of all fixtures and equipment. The restaurant and drive-in were torn down in 1977.
“As with most of us, hindsight is golden. All of us remaining kids – Claudia, Tod and myself (my older brother Stan (Pudge) died in 1999) – regret not continuing on with the restaurants in Papa’s and Dad’s names.”
Fond memories remain, however.
Claudia Spillman recalled an initiation ceremony for each new busboy.
“When we would get fairly busy, one of the cooks would grab the new busboy and tell him to run over to the Country Boy and get the chicken stretcher. The busboy would usually look puzzled, but they would run across the parking lot to the Country Boy only to be told that the Country Boy didn’t have the chicken stretcher – that the Inn had it. So, the poor kid would come back over to the Inn to report that the chicken stretcher wasn’t there – only to be sent back again because it had to be at the Country Boy. By this time dirty tables piling up and so the manager would come looking for his new busboy. Needless to say, there is no chicken stretcher. The manager would just throw his hands up and start laughing as would we all. The busboy in time got to play the joke and the next new kid.”
Mary Porter recalls that when his grandchildren were young, Papa Treloar came up with a novel idea to save the Inn some money – and make them some money.
“He decided to get a garbage truck and haul all the garbage, from the Inn, to their big house on the hill out across from Kennedy Park,” she said. “He had a huge cement slab poured, and a huge garbage cooker. After the garbage was cooked, it was dumped on the slab to cool. Then he had a herd of hogs that ate the garbage. When they got butchering size they were killed, processed and served at the Inn. A lot of silverware made its way into the garbage too. Grandpa paid us a nickel for every piece of silverware we found. Oh, my, we would race to the hog lot as soon as we arrived at grandma and grandpa’s place.”
Deb Toler worked in all of the restaurants at one time or another.
“I started as a busgirl at Treloar’s Inn on Saturday mornings when I was 14-years-old. Then graduated to server after about a year. After that, I went to work at the Country Boy Drive-In as a counter girl and cook. One of my memories there was being left alone and suddenly getting a rush of people. I ended up doing a $100 hour (which these days doesn’t seem like much but with 15-cent hamburgers, it was a lot).
“When management decided to bring back roller-skating carhops, I was one of the first ones to do that. That was definitely a challenge, but a lot of fun. I remember dropping a lot of trays in the beginning. My older brother, Stan, was my manager–otherwise, I may have been fired. It was difficult even though I did roller-skate. Balancing the tray was the trick and I did this job before any waitressing so I hadn’t learned how to correctly balance a tray yet. Another fun trick to learn was getting the tray hooked to the customer’s window–some cars’ windows didn’t work right so sometimes you had to put the tray on the back windows. The customers (especially the kids) always enjoyed that we were skating.”
Tod Treloar is the only family member who still lives in Fort Dodge. He has worked at National Gypsum Co. for 44 years. He said he wanted to work at the Inn at age 13 and was only allowed to split the hickory wood. He started working at the Inn when he was 14 or 15 as a busboy. Gradually he did other jobs such as waiter, cook, fountain and salad areas. He later transitioned to working as a cook at Treloar’s Crossroads. However, later he went back to Treloar’s Inn and he left there before he graduated high school.
His cousin Mark Gadbury – son of Beverly Treloar and Deon Gadbury – said his favorite memory “is that twice a year we would eat as a family at the Inn in celebration of our grandparents (Treloar and Gadbury) anniversaries. Otherwise we never got to go to Treloar’s to eat. My friends would go all the time, but we never went. Because of our infrequent dining at the Inn, I would always order the same thing each and every time: Ribs. I have never found ribs that tasted as good as were at the Inn. When I was older, I would go the Country Boy Drive-in and order a Country Boy Sandwich (three-decker with two hamburger patties, lettuce, relish, melted cheese) and Papa’s special French fries (all for 60 cents).”
Papa Treloar and his wife loved monkeys and kept two, Maggie and Judy, in a cage out behind the Inn. That was for the entertainment of the people waiting in line to get in for dinner. In the wintertime, Maggie and Judy were housed in a heated building in the same property where the Treloar’s lived.
One of the most successful Treloar’s carhops was John Dodgen, who in 1940, at age 14, became a carhop and advanced to assistant manager at age 17. He graduated from Fort Dodge Senior High School as president of his class in 1944, served in the Navy during World War II, and with his brothers started Dodgen Industries in 1947 in Humboldt, first distributing and then manufacturing farm equipment.
Employees actually peeled and cut fresh potatoes to make Treloar’s French fries–they were never frozen. Max Treloar ended up developing a potato cutter and selling it through a separate company, originally called Treloar’s New Products, but later changed to Treloar’s Brokerage. Papa Treloar developed a patented Treloar Bar-B-Q oven which Frank Johnson of Ideal Heating and Sheet Metal built to his specifications. He and Johnson sold 15 of them around the country at $5,000 each. As you entered Treloar’s Inn,the first thing you would see was the glass enclosure with the ribs hanging and slowing turning and the rib grease dropping down on to the large pans of beans.
Each year, the restaurant would close for a day when the State Fair was going on in Des Moines. Papa Treloar would rent a bus and take employees and their immediate families to the Fair. The bus left around 8-9 in the morning and would get back around 1-2 a.m. He would also always buy the 4H winner (cattle) and have it out front of the Inn in a corral for a while.
Today, the site where Treloar’s Inn and the Country Boy Drive-In once existed (on the northwest corner of North 15th Street and 20th Avenue North) is occupied by the Village Inn, constructed in 1981 – four years after the Treloar’s buildings were demolished. Five years ago, a granddaughter of Papa Treloar – Ann Stoner of Cedar Falls, daughter of Billie – donated memorabilia that includes a photo of Papa Treloar, a sandwich wrapper, a sign and menus and a fried chicken box.
Village Inn General Manager Josh Hendrickson said the items are displayed in a large shadow box in the lobby of the restaurant and that “people stop and take pictures all the time. People who once lived here and come back for a visit will come here to eat and say, what is that? It just takes them back.”
Papa Treloar is not far away, 37 years after his death.
The gravesites for the Treloar’s founder and his wife Hazel, their son Max and other family members are located just across the highway in North Lawn Cemetery.
“Papa and Grandma always wanted to be able to see their corner,” Toler said.
Messenger Spotlight: July 4, 2020; Paul Stevens
https://www.messengernews.net/opinion/local-columns/2020/07/remembering-the-legendary-taste-of-treloars/
To Roger Natte, history is a living, breathing thing. Even in these unsettled times.
The coronavirus pandemic has given Fort Dodge’s preeminent historian time at home to recall similar circumstances facing residents of the city throughout the years of its existence.
“I’ve been thinking of previous epidemics affecting Fort Dodge,” said Natte, who has researched the city’s history for six decades. “Historical Society records tell us about epidemics in the past. Numerous stories of people heading west through Fort Dodge and deaths from cholera and buried in Webster County in the 1800s. The commanding officer, Samuel Woods, at the (Fort Dodge) military post lost his entire family to cholera in Kansas.
“In 1907 we had a typhoid epidemic here. It was spread through polluted water. We got our drinking water at that time from the Des Moines River, the same place where we disposed of our sewage. Two things resulted from this. One, the Catholic Church opened Mercy Hospital here, the first ‘real’ hospital in the city. And two, we began to dig deep wells down to pure water. We were the first in Iowa. Des Moines still uses the river.”
Until COVID-19 changed the lives of us all, Natte was spending much of his time at the Webster County Historical Society offices in the Fort Dodge Public Library, completing work on three book projects. Natte oversees the society’s collection of historic photos (12,000 of them, from 1945 to 1970), articles, books and more. He has written more than two dozen articles related to Iowa history and has served on several history-related boards and commissions.
The first book project – ”Your War: Our Heroes” – is a collection of memories of World War II veterans from Fort Dodge gathered 20 years ago.
“I was working with the Golden Kiwanis Club,” he said. “Many of the members were WWII veterans. I encouraged them to write down some of their memories, short items one to three pages. About 20 responded with some pretty good stuff. They were meant to be published, but instead they got filed. And now all of the writers have passed away. The past year a lady who is working with us under a seniors employment program dug them out and got them published. We have added other things which are related to the war and Fort Dodge.”
The second is a history of African Americans in Webster County, working with Charlene Washington, a black woman who came to Fort Dodge in 1962 from Meridian, Mississippi.
“She brings an interesting perspective since she grew up in the ‘Jim Crow’ South during the Civil Rights movement,” Natte said. “When she first contacted me, she said that she knew nothing about the black community in Fort Dodge prior to her arrival. Could I help her? Me? A Dutch kid from a small town in northwest Iowa who had never talked to a black person before I went to college? It’s been a very worthwhile project.”
The third is a book on the history of the Swain-Vincent House, built in 1871 and listed on the National Register of Historic Places. The three-story, red-brick house is located at 824 Third Ave. S.
“One of the things I try to do is to put things in some context – the people who lived in the house, the nature and culture of the Victorian times in Fort Dodge. It’s been fun.”
None will be best sellers, Natte said, “but I do think that they will be a contribution to understanding Fort Dodge.” And as is the case with other publications, they will be available in the Historical Society library, including his most successful book – “Fort Dodge: 1850-1970: A Photo History” – with all profits going to the society.
Natte has been chronicling the history of Webster County since he first came to Fort Dodge in 1959 to student teach at North Junior High School as he was completing his degree at Iowa State Teachers College (now University of Northern Iowa) in Cedar Falls.
He was born in Sibley, in the northwest corner of Iowa, one of three children of Berdina and William Natte. His father was a carpenter – a good profession to be in when a housing boom began when veterans of World War II returned home. The family moved to Grand Rapids, Michigan, for greater work opportunities for his father. And during their five years there, a life’s change took place for Natte, his brother Bill and his sister Marilyn.
“With more opportunities in a bigger city, my mother was insistent that we kids would have those experiences, so we participated in everything,” Natte said. “During the summers we lived at the Public Museum. I was in the Junior Geologists and Junior Historians day camps which met once a week. Art museums, the furniture museum, visited Indian mounds, even went to see the Freedom Train on tour. Not all of these impressed a 12 year old but I remember dearly going to these and coming back with the idea that these were very important things. Mom also said we should try new things and take advantage of opportunities and experiences that were offered. In hindsight that seems to have stuck with me throughout my life.”
The family returned to Sibley where Natte graduated from Sibley High School in 1956. He majored in history and social sciences at Iowa Teachers and during his student teaching in Fort Dodge at North Junior High, he taught eighth grade American history.
“For some, the topic was beyond their experiences and their eyes would glaze over,” he said. “I began to wonder if there might be ways to make history more relevant to them. I began thinking of things which might be of a local connection. For example, the Fort Dodge military post was part of the frontier movement and Native American history. The railroads in Fort Dodge in 1860. The expansion of the westward movement and the growth of Fort Dodge. Some of the kids’ grandparents were immigrants from Ireland, Sweden or Germany and some of the churches had ethnic roots. In the seventh grade Social Living, we explored Fort Dodge and how it grew and we began to talk about the buildings – sky scrapers at the time. Once we started this type of discussion, kids came up with their own questions and comments … Once I got started with the kids, it just got me to go further and local history became a thing of its own.”
Upon graduation, Natte was hired to teach fulltime at North and was working there when John F. Kennedy was elected president and the Peace Corps was organized.
Remembering his mother’s saying to “take advantage of those opportunities,” he volunteered for the Peace Corps in 1962 and was one of the earliest to go into training and go overseas. Natte was assigned to Liberia, West Africa, and served 30 months. The first year, he taught high school and the rest of the time was a volunteer leader, one of three serving the country.
“The Peace Corps was a life-changing experience,” he said. “It was wonderful. Mom was right.”
Returning to Iowa, he worked for Campbell Soup Co. in a chicken processing plant in Worthington, Minnesota, 22 miles north of Sibley, to make money while finishing requirements for his master’s degree. He applied at Fort Dodge Community College (now Iowa Central CC) and was offered a job teaching history and the social sciences, starting there in September 1965. That was his career home for the next 33 years, until his retirement in 1998.
Natte has been married for 31 years to Joyce Garton-Natte, a retired Fort Dodge dentist who now is on the board of Gateway to Discovery/Hope Sweet Hope Studios, a faith-based residential program offering single women a way out of addiction, homelessness and related issues. He was earlier married 17 years to Joan Mulroney (Flemig) before she died.
Between them, the Nattes have four daughters – Mindy Natte Hadjis, of Cedar Rapids, who was a clinic manager at the University of Iowa Hospitals before she retired (her husband is Alex); Tresia Natte of Austin, Texas, a graduate of Iowa State and the Culinary Institute of America, who has been a chef and social worker; Jill Gilbreath, a registered nurse working in Oklahoma City (her husband is Scott), and Laura Thompson of Papillon, Nebraska (her husband is Brad), who is active in her church. Roger and Joyce have seven grandchildren and three great grandchildren.
Among those beyond his mother who were major influences in his life were Walter Stevens, longtime editor of The Messenger – who taught him history was not just events but it was about people – “he put a human face on events. I like to think that I tried to do the same.” – and Anne Kersten – whose work with the magazines Twist & Shout and FD Today “did more than anything else did much to popularize local history.” Natte is a big fan of the work Dave Prelip does with the Facebook site “You might be from Fort Dodge if…” and the new Fort Dodge Community Foundation web site – “it’s great, a real professional job.”
Natte admits that even his favorite hobbies are related to history: Gardening – related back to the fort where he has replicated frontier and native gardens; his popular music collection of sheet music – focused on historical events and periods; Art – “Fort Dodge has had a strong artistic heritage. We have in our home many art works by Fort Dodge artists.” Even traveling – “I am always looking for connections with Fort Dodge. Last trip to California, we stopped at a Japanese relocation camp. A former Fort Dodge lady was one of the heroes of that episode during World War II for her work with the young people in the camps.”
In 2018 Natte received the William J. Petersen and Edgar R. Harlan Lifetime Achievement Award, one of Iowa’s highest awards for history.
When the Historical Society was founded in 1970, Natte said, it was very active with a membership of about 100, most of whom were older, people of the Depression and World War II generation. Over the years, fewer younger people were willing to take part and the society’s nature changed from membership participation to a focus on the archives, library and research. Today only about four people play an active role.
“There is obviously a need for new blood and volunteers,” he said.
Natte hopes to find volunteers who share his passion of Fort Dodge history, to carry on his work.
“I am really kind of a loner,” he said. “If I see something that I think ought to be done, I do it myself. That does not bode well for the future of the historical library. I am 81 and I don’t know what happens after I can’t go in. I’m looking for someone who is willing to take it on.
“The role of volunteers would be the day to day operation as well as responding to the searches of patrons. If you like history, have an interest in writing, doing oral interviews or are just willing to help out, we would invite you to check us out. We can use you to do a bit of everything or you can just choose a single topic of your special interest. You can work on it a week or two weeks and then move on. I am usually around to provide you with some direction and encouragement.”
Messenger Spotlight: June 6, 2020
https://www.messengernews.net/opinion/local-columns/2020/06/roger-natte-keeping-fort-dodge-history-alive/
When she was growing up in Fort Dodge and things would go wrong, Joanne Kersten Hudson recalls the simple, direct advice of her father.
“He would always say — tough bounce, you just do the best you can at whatever you’re doing,'” she said in recalling the words of Dr. Herb Kersten, a surgeon who practiced for 50 years with his brothers John, an internist, and Paul, a psychiatrist, at the Kersten Clinic and their father, Dr. E.M. Kersten, a surgeon who founded the clinic. “He meant life isn’t always fair but you have to move on. Get past it. Don’t whine. He was a very compassionate person, but didn’t allow complaining or whining.
“My parents had huge influence on me. They imparted a strong work ethic. To treat everybody with respect. I think my parents were the best role models I ever had.”
Hudson has been a real estate agent in the Chicago area for 30 years and in January was featured on the cover of the North Shore Real Producers magazine — which noted that she’s among the top 1 percent of real estate brokers in the nation with career volume of $500 million and total sales volume in 2019 of more than $40 million. “The harder I work, the luckier I get,” she told the magazine. “Success, to me, is being good at what I do, adding value to the people and the world in which we all live together, while never sacrificing my standards.”
Two months after the article appeared, the coronavirus pandemic struck — and like everyone — her personal and professional life has been turned upside down.
“The city of Chicago and the town in which I live are in Cook County and year to date (as of last Wednesday) Cook County has 31,953 confirmed coronavirus cases and 1,347 deaths, most in the city. On April 24 there were 2,724 new cases reported in the last 24 hours in Cook County so we are not through this by any stretch. The town in which I live has a population of about 12,400 and we have over 100 confirmed cases. Chicago is continuing the stay at home order through the end of May so we will see this continue.”
Hudson said the most challenging time of her career came after the stock markets crashed in 2008.
“My husband Steve and I owned our own company, had salaries to pay for our employees and office and marketing expenses. 2008-2011 were our toughest years. Our entire financial system was in jeopardy and the vast majority of my clients were extremely concerned. Many people lost their jobs, mortgages were unpaid, and housing prices dropped. This crisis is different. Our financial systems and our economy, in general, are in good shape so the underlying issue is purely COVID-related and how it affects our economy. Many employers have laid off 30-50% of their work force and many who still have jobs have seen significant salary adjustments as this storm is weathered. We need to get everyone tested and, ultimately, a vaccine. This won’t be an instantaneous recovery but it will come.”
In both instances, she has paid heed to that advice from her father — accept the “tough bounce” and make the best of the situation.
“I am doing the vast majority of my showings,” she said, “especially the initial showings, virtually via short movies I have of me showing them through the property, FaceTime live with the potential clients or I wait in the car and they go through on their own with gloves, masks, and not touching anything. Some of my clients have pre-existing conditions so we do not go into their homes at all and some of those sellers actually walk them through via FaceTime.
“I am getting a large number of calls from people who live in the city who had planned to send their kids to camps this summer, etc., but all have been cancelled so they are calling about my listing with pools, large yards or those near Lake Michigan, to see if my clients would consider renting to them for the summer. I have re-worded most of my listing descriptions to include wording about green space, private offices at homes, staycations, lush yards, pools, near beach, and so on, to make sure my listings stay at the top of buyers’ internet searches.
“People still need to move for all of the traditional reasons — new jobs, up-sizing or down-sizing, divorce, deaths — so we are continuing to be busy. The last several closings I have had have been in separate cars outside the title companies — people use their own pens and use new gloves and masks before they handle any paperwork. Our governor has also instituted a new ordinance that we all need to wear masks when out in public and close proximity to other people so that will be in force for a while, too.”
Joanne and her brother, Jim, are twins born in 1960 to Cece and Herb Kersten, joining their older brother, Ernie, and sister, Amy. All three of her siblings live in Fort Dodge — Amy Bruno is program director for the Fort Dodge Community Foundation, Ernie is an attorney in private practice and Jim is vice president of external affairs and government relations at Iowa Central Community College.
They have 15 first cousins who are the children of their dad’s brothers John, Paul and Don (who was a longtime Fort Dodge attorney) and sister Frances Anne Wolf. Two of the first cousins, Anne and Steve, live in Fort Dodge and Kathleen Roethler lives in Emmetsburg.
“All of us are amazingly close,” Hudson said. “We’ve been doing Zoom coffee hours with the girl cousins. Every Thanksgiving, as many of us as possible get back to Fort Dodge for Thanksgiving. For my kids, it’s a highlight holiday.”
Joanne and her husband, Steve, live in Winnetka, Illinois., and are the parents of two children — Forrest, 25, who works with them in real estate, and Amy, 22, who graduated from DePaul University in Chicago and is a tech recruiter for Concero in Chicago.
Among her favorite memories of growing up in Fort Dodge: detasseling corn and walking beans for summer jobs, working at Younkers, riding her bike with friends and to the high school to teach swimming lessons, parades down Central Avenue, driving along the Des Moines River, Easter Egg hunts at Oleson Park, Day Camp at Dolliver Memorial State Park, picnics in the evening on the family farm west of town, sledding at the farm and canoeing on the Des Moines River.
Through schooling at Feelhaver Elementary, North Junior High and Fort Dodge Senior High School, Hudson had a number of teachers who meant much to her career. She remains in touch with two of them — Ken Severson, who was yearbook adviser, and his wife Andrea, who taught geometry; they live at Friendship Haven. Another favorite teacher was Dennis Hewitt, who taught physics.
She earned a bachelor’s degree in marketing at the University of Iowa in 1983 and moved to Chicago to start her career — at First Chicago (now JP Morgan Chase), where she met Steve. They were married at Corpus Christi Church in Fort Dodge in 1988.
After six years in banking, she decided to branch out on her own and Steve — who earlier had been involved with commercial real estate financing in Dallas — suggested she try real estate. She got her real estate license in 1990 and first worked for a small boutique firm in Chicago, Erdenberg Otten, and then the North Shore firm Bradbury, Romey & Egan until 2001 when she and Steve co-founded The Hudson Company in Winnetka, 20 miles north of Chicago on Lake Michigan.
It was May of 2001, four months before the 9/11 terrorist attacks. “After 9/11, we did not get one contract in six months, either with a buyer or seller. But within the next 12 months, we reached our first-year goal.”
Their focus was primarily on the five communities that feed into the New Trier Township High School in Winnetka — single-family homes, condominiums and smaller multi-unit buildings. They had 25 brokers working for the company.
They sold their company in 2018 to Compass, a real estate technology company based in New York with offices in the top markets across the country. Joanne and her team at Compass, The Joanne Hudson Group (which includes her son, Forrest), serve the North Shore and city of Chicago, specializing in selling single-family homes, condos, co-ops and multi-unit residential buildings. Her husband Steve is a manager for several North Shore offices at Compass. They continue to work out of the same office in Winnetka where they worked for almost 18 years when they owned The Hudson Company.
Hudson said she is grateful “for how I was raised, getting to grow up when I did. Another thing I’m really thankful for, there was no social media to interrupt my childhood and high school years. That made everything more genuine.”
Hudson still recalls being part of a group of high school seniors who were caught by Fort Dodge police when, for their senior prank, they put animals (a goat, a pig, a duck and some chickens) in the courtyard of FDSH in the middle of the night.
“We had to go to the police station and call our parents,” she said. “My brother Jim and I tossed a coin to see who had to be the one to call our parents — they were not going to be happy. I lost and had to make the fateful call. My dad (who was strict but always reasonable with us and who had an unparalleled moral compass), thought it was funny. Whew!”
Messenger Spotlight: May 3, 2020; Paul Stevens
https://www.messengernews.net/opinion/local-columns/2020/05/advice-from-her-father-carries-joanne-kersten-hudson-through-tough-times/
Her career in news and corporate communications took her from Iowa to Missouri to Virginia to Washington, D.C., and San Francisco, but throughout her journey, Evelyn Dalton kept strong ties to her roots of growing up on a farm near Emmetsburg — and she’s applied those roots to those she mentored.
“Mom Friendly.”
Whether applied to a news story or corporate news release, that’s the teaching term she used in her work for The Associated Press, a worldwide newsgathering agency; for public relations and marketing giant FleishmanHillard, and for her own company, Dalton Media. “Mom” refers to her mother, Lois Quam, an avid newspaper reader and consumer of news through most of her 91 years, who died last Sept. 11.
“My mom loved news and up until the week before she died, she could tell you what happened in the last hour in national news. So tell me your story and why is it mom friendly?” she would ask those she mentored. “Why should they care? It was a good centering reminder that these are the people we are really trying to reach. When I was writing broadcast for the AP and then coaching other broadcast writers, the story had to be mom friendly — written in a way people could understand if they weren’t in a newsroom. My corporate clients would often get lost in industry verbiage that was not mom friendly. I would remind them they needed to think about a mom in Iowa who might be interested in a story — and that if she couldn’t understand their language, the industry jargon, then it doesn’t really matter.”
As a communications coach and public relations counselor, Dalton has worked with executives from dozens of companies, ranging from startups to the Fortune 50, as well as executives from associations and government agencies. Her training sessions include coaching in message delivery, media interview techniques, presentation skills and crisis communications.
She and her husband, Rob Dalton, make their home in the San Francisco Bay area.
Dalton is the oldest of four daughters of Lois and Norman Quam, both of Norwegian heritage, who harvested corn and soybeans and raised cattle and hogs on a farm five miles north of Emmetsburg. Her mother graduated from Emmetsburg Community High School in 1946 and attended teacher training in Spencer before teaching country school in Vernon Township. She stopped teaching when they were married in 1949.
All four girls grew up on the farm and graduated from high school in Emmetsburg. Today, they are scattered throughout the western half of the country: Evelyn in Danville, California; Norene in Wilsonville, Oregon; Diane in Silverdale, Washington; and Dori in Sioux Falls, South Dakota. Their father died in 1985 at the age of 61, and her mother left the farm and moved into Emmetsburg.
Her parents were avid newspaper readers, subscribers to the Emmetsburg newspapers and the Des Moines Register from the time they were married, and listened daily to news on Spencer’s KICD radio station.
“My sisters and I knew conversation in the kitchen had to stop when the news, farm reports and weather forecasts came on,” she said. “Mom watched Sioux City and national TV newscasts every day, and CNN was usually on throughout the day.”
Dalton got a first taste of journalism as editor of her high school yearbook and member of the newspaper staff.
“At my high school, I had two really great English teachers — Leta Dinges and Kathryn Bailey — who influenced my career” she said. ”A small high school did not limit my opportunities. Mrs. Bailey was adviser to the yearbook and newspaper staff.
“I have loved the printed page forever, I loved to read. I attended Emmetsburg Junior College (now Iowa Lakes Community College) my first year, and then when I got to Northwest Missouri State, a journalism instructor helping people register, Opal Eckert, said, ‘Why not take a journalism course?’ And that was the beginning of my career.”
After graduating in 1973 with a bachelor’s degree in English and journalism at Northwest Missouri State, Dalton returned to Emmetsburg and began her news career at the Reporter/Democrat, a twice-weekly newspaper. Her first position was as society editor – “my first assignment was to call families to see who they had as their guests at their graduation parties.” She still subscribes to both newspapers by mail, a gift from her parents.
From Emmetsburg, she moved to the Spencer Daily Reporter as a general assignment reporter and photographer. She left the paper to teach English and journalism at Spencer High School and a course at Iowa Lakes for five years, then moved to the St. Louis area and taught at Ladue High School for five more years. She was the school newspaper adviser at both high schools. In 1985, “I decided to do what I was teaching my students to do. My fingers were itching to get back in the business.”
She applied for a position with AP and was hired in Richmond, Virginia., where she was named broadcast editor. She then moved two years later to Williamsburg to become a public relations manager for Colonial Williamsburg, the world’s largest living history museum, and its hotels, restaurants and golf courses.
Dalton returned to the AP in its Washington-based Broadcast News Center, where she was director of station services and then assistant managing editor. There, she met her future husband, Rob Dalton, who was in sales after earlier work as an AP bureau chief. When he left AP to work for the Reuters news agency in northern California, AP allowed her to relocate to its San Francisco bureau where she supervised staff in Washington and became a broadcast writing coach for bureaus around the country.
She moved to Fleishman Hillard’s San Francisco office in 1998 and was named a vice president.
“It was a great time in the public relations business with the explosion of the number of tech companies. My job was media training, coaching executives on how to be interviewed and tell their story in a succinct way for someone outside the business to understand,” she said.
When her husband retired in 2000, she decided to start her own business and took on clients that included Owens Corning, Yahoo!, AT&T, Kellogg, Cargill, Clorox, Ancestry.com, the 49ers, McAfee, Intel, Nestle, UPS and Special Olympics.
“The focus — all media training, helping them learn how to deliver the company message, how to handle different messages. The people who are best interviewees will get back to their company story. I would prepare for a session by writing a list of 50 questions, having trainees rehearse how they would answer, so on camera or in a live interview, they could articulate the company’s message.”
Dalton closed her business in 2018 and today she is involved in pro bono work with nonprofit organizations. She enjoys gardening, yoga and international travel with her husband, who are in a statewide stay-at-home order in their home due to the coronavirus pandemic. Asked the advice she’d give on how to react to the pandemic, she said “stay informed but choose your news sources carefully. Look to experts who provide clear, concise information supported by facts and statistics. Trust those who have the courage to tell the truth, the humility to say they don’t know when they don’t know, and the ability to show genuine empathy.”
And make what they say is Mom Friendly.
“My advice to corporate clients and AP broadcast writers was to visualize who they were talking to — a neighbor, a friend who doesn’t work in the same industry, a family member,” she said. “For me, that was mom. People want to know what’s new, why they should care, and where’s the proof. Using everyday language even to explain complicated things helps people understand and keeps them engaged.
“I’m proud of my Iowa roots. When I experienced ‘pinch me’ moments in my career, my grandmother’s compliment was always ‘not bad for a little farm girl from Iowa.’ I attribute my success to the Norwegian work ethic I inherited and the luck of the Irish from growing up in Emmetsburg. To this day, when I spot someone wearing an Iowa T-shirt anywhere in the world, I often walk right up and ask where they’re from. I once left an “I’m from Iowa too” note on the windshield of a car parked in Rosarito, Mexico, because it had an Iowa license plate.”
Messenger Spotlight: April 5, 2020
https://www.messengernews.net/opinion/local-columns/2020/04/emmetsburg-native-evelyn-dalton-make-your-message-mom-friendly/
On the Earth’s surface, the community was formed from an abandoned Army fort along the Des Moines River amidst the fertile soil of northwest Iowa. Underneath that soil, deep underneath, workers mined gypsum from one of the purest deposits of the mineral in the world.
“Gypsum runs in our blood,” said Matt Bemrich, mayor of Fort Dodge since 2010 and owner of Bemrich Electric & Telephone. “Both the mining and processing of gypsum have generationally been a great economic benefit to our community. You have generational families that have all worked for this industry. In my electric business, I work with all four companies, just as my dad and my grandfather did. Other than our agriculture-based economy, the next most abundant resource is gypsum. For 100-plus years, we’ve found ways to capitalize on that.”
Three years after Fort Dodge was chartered in 1869, the production of gypsum in Iowa began when George Ringland, Webb Vincent and Stillman T. Meservey formed the Fort Dodge Plaster Mills to mine, grind and prepare gypsum for commercial use. The company constructed the first gypsum mill west of the Mississippi River, at the head of what is now known as Gypsum Creek. Gypsum formed in the area about 145 million years ago, during the Jurassic Period, and miners began extracting it for wall plaster, insulation and fertilizer.
Today, as an indication of the city’s importance in the industry, four of the major companies in the United States involved in gypsum mining have operations in Fort Dodge — CertainTeed (once known locally as Celotex), Georgia-Pacific, National Gypsum Co. and United States Gypsum Corporation (USG). As of last summer, based on surveys of each, the four companies had a total employment of 369 employees, according to Dennis Plautz, chief executive of the Greater Fort Dodge Growth Alliance.
In 2020, the gypsum industry is expected to add $369 million to the Webster County economy, according to a study by Dr. Ernie Goss, an economist at Creighton University who works with the Greater Fort Dodge Growth Alliance.
Furthermore, Goss’s study reported, “the gypsum industry in Webster County supports 976 jobs each year. Every 100 gypsum industry jobs support an additional 112 jobs in spillover or linked jobs. For example in 2020, the gypsum industry will support 44 jobs in truck transportation industry and 37 jobs in wholesale trade. A high proportion of the jobs supported are high-wage jobs. In 2020, each gypsum manufacturing job is paid an average $84,845, each gypsum extraction job earns $72,530 on average, each truck transportation job is paid an average $54,332 and each wholesale trade job is paid $57,528 on average. Additionally, the gypsum industry generates significant state and local tax revenues for the county and region. In 2020, the industry will produce $8.2 million in state and local taxes.”
Underground mining of gypsum has been replaced by quarry mining over thousands of acres. The four companies own the land itself or own the mineral rights on the land on which they operate. National’s quarry is located northeast of Fort Dodge while the quarries of the other three are in the southeast area of the city.
“The area itself is very friendly to the industry,” said Kevin Richardson, USG plant manager since 2006 who oversees a work force of 130. “It’s unique that there are four of the major building industries here. Obviously, there is competition here. We’re all looking to be the industry leader. We’ve been hiring on a regular basis. I think we’re a solid employer here in town.”
Richardson’s company, USG, was formed in 1902, when about 20 gypsum companies including the Carbon Plaster Co. of Fort Dodge came together. Twenty more companies joined the next year — including Duncombe Stucco Company, the Iowa Plaster Association, the Mineral City Plaster Co. and the Fort Dodge Plaster Co., all based in Fort Dodge. Soon, a network of gypsum mines, quarries and processing plants spread across the United States.
Gypsum products from the Fort Dodge plants are shipped throughout the United States and into Canada. The best-known use of gypsum (calcium sulfate) is as the principal ingredient in the manufacture of gypsum board, also referred to as wallboard or drywall. As an inert compound containing 21 percent by weight chemically combined water, it provides buildings and homes with passive fire resistance, according to the Gypsum Association.
Beyond board, gypsum has many uses. It is used as a soil additive to improve the soil’s workability and receptivity to moisture, and to overcome the corrosive effect of alkalinity; as an additive to turbid water, particularly ponds, to settle dirt and clay particles without injuring aquatic life; as a food additive recognized as acceptable for human consumption by the U.S. Food and Drug Administration for use as a dietary source of calcium, to condition water used in brewing beer, to control the tartness and clarity of wine, and as an ingredient in canned vegetables, flour, white bread, ice cream, blue cheese, and other foods; as a color additive for drugs and cosmetics, and as a primary ingredient in toothpaste. Before the era of computers and high-tech special effects, film and television producers would drop “showers” of gypsum in front of the cameras to simulate snow.
After gypsum companies have fully mined a quarry, the remaining soil is reconstructed into open fields, rolling hills and cliffs that are not always suitable for crops or development.
An old open pit mine just south of the city is used as a landfill owned by the North Central Iowa Regional Solid Waste Agency. The location handles solid waste from Fort Dodge, Humboldt, Webster City, Manson, Rockwell City and other communities.
Land once quarried primarily by USG, along with parcels from National and Georgia-Pacific, is home to the Gypsum City OHV (Off-Highway Vehicles) Park — a state park — located in the southeast corner of Fort Dodge. The park, opened in 2004, is approximately 800 acres in size and includes 70 miles of trails for use by ATV’s, side by sides and off-road motorcycles. The park also includes a 1.5-mile motocross track, a .4-mile kids’ track, and a beginner circle track. Trails within the park range from open prairie for novice riders to heavily timbered areas for more advanced riders and include water crossings and mudding areas. Plautz said usage has grown in the past four years and now includes a campground served with water, electricity, sewer, picnic tables and grills, along with men’s and women’s showers/restrooms. More recently, tiny houses have been added for rental by campers at the park. They are constructed through a program that pairs Iowa Central Community College instructors with inmates at the Fort Dodge Correctional Facility.
Said Bemrich, “It’s kind of an interesting segue that generations of Fort Dodgers once worked that land pulling minerals out of the ground. It’s a bittersweet revelation of what could have ended up as a wasteland.”
Gypsum from the Fort Dodge area was used to create one of the great hoaxes in U.S. history. In the 1860s, New England native George Hull traveled to Fort Dodge and purchased an acre of land along Gypsum Creek. He hired local quarrymen to excavate the largest block of gypsum possible (about 2 feet thick, 4 feet wide, and 12 feet long) and shipped it to Chicago where sculptors carved it into the form of a giant man. They scoured it to remove the chisel marks and “aged” the figure by pitting it with needle-tipped hammers and discoloring it with sulfuric acid. Now appearing very old, the sculpture was shipped to upstate New York and secretly buried on a farm near Cardiff. A year later, while digging a well, the “petrified man” was “discovered” and proclaimed the “eighth wonder of the world.” Despite being quickly identified as a hoax, the Cardiff Giant went on tour, earning Hull about $20,000. The giant came home to Fort Dodge for display between 1913 and 1923, and then was returned to New York where today it is on exhibit at the Farmers Museum in Cooperstown. Fort Dodge didn’t have the money to buy it, so sculptor Cliff Carlson was hired to carve an exact replica for $2,100. The replica is displayed at The Fort Museum and Frontier Village in Fort Dodge.
Last fall, the Fort Dodge Community School District unveiled a new Dodger mascot — a miner, to pay homage to the community’s deep roots in the mining industry.
“The student section at football and basketball and any home event is the ‘Mine Squad’ and that’s the kids sitting in the mine, basically,” said Eric Hoveland, student services liaison at Fort Dodge Senior High School.
“What’s a ‘Dodger’? — “A ‘dodger’ had to light the fuse of the dynamite and then dodge the explosion,” the district said. “He was the miner who was the last man out. He exemplified courage, toughness, grit and a will to survive and thrive by working hard to beat the odds. These characteristics continue to represent our Dodgers today.”
There are other gypsum and mining ties in the city. In the summer of 2019, Fort Dodge joined the local Pioneer Collegiate Baseball League with a team called the Gypsum Miners. Mineral City Mill and Grill is a Fort Dodge restaurant with a plethora of mining-related photos on its walls. And there’s the Mineral City Speedway Race Track. Gypsum was used for landscaping at the Greater Fort Dodge Growth Alliance building, to “help us remember our heritage,” Plautz said, and PICA (Pride in Community Appearance) volunteers have used it as part of its landscaping on other public properties.
“The other day, I was out at Village Inn having breakfast with my oldest son,” Bemrich said, “and there was a table nearby with 20 men and women, all who once worked for Celotex, who meet once a month. It was not only a place where they once worked, but also where they built lifelong friendships. Gypsum may be a rock in the ground but it’s more than just a financial thing.”
How long will the supply of Fort Dodge gypsum last? When National Gypsum announced several years ago its move to a new, nearby location, then-plant manager Greg Berry said “we’re going to be set for the next 40 years on this land.”
Said USG’s Kevin Richardson, “We’re secure at the current extraction rate for many years moving forward. There are rumors around town that places are running out of gypsum. There is plenty.”
Messenger Spotlight: March 1, 2020; Paul Stevens
https://www.messengernews.net/opinion/local-columns/2020/03/fort-dodge-and-gypsum/
His uncle was a Fort Dodge icon, a broadcasting pioneer who introduced the first radio and television stations to the city. But a young Ed Breen was a newspaperman at heart and believed he needed to leave the city to pursue that dream.
After all, editors at The Messenger believed his first byline in the early 1960s had to include his middle initial, Edward E. Breen, to be sure readers knew that it was not KVFD radio and KQTV television owner Edward J. Breen who was authoring the story. His uncle was one of the most prominent citizens in Fort Dodge history — an attorney, state senator and active Democrat — and used his broadcast platform to editorialize on issues of community interest.
“I knew I had to get the hell out of town,” Breen said. “The family name was so prominent. I just wasn’t going to trade on that. Back then, I was too young to know what was going on. All I knew is that I had a family connection to the radio and TV stations, but enjoyed working for the newspaper. I never took any flak from my uncle on it, never heard a word about it.”
After graduating from St. Edmond High School in 1962, Breen left Fort Dodge to attend Loras College in Dubuque and after two years, one week and one day there (“I’m still on academic probation,” he said with a laugh), he joined the news staff of the local newspaper, the Telegraph-Herald. He moved on to work briefly at a Wisconsin newspaper before arriving in Indiana where his work at newspapers in Marion (Chronicle-Tribune) and Fort Wayne (The Journal Gazette) earned him a place in the Indiana Journalism Hall of Fame.
Breen worked at the Chronicle-Tribune as a reporter, photographer and editor from 1966 to 1995, when he became assistant managing editor of The Journal Gazette in Fort Wayne and began an hour’s commute from his home in Marion to that city for the next 14 years before retiring in 2009.
Breen’s uncle (who died in 1978) would likely be smiling to know that his nephew eventually got the broadcast religion. It started in 2003 when he did mostly local commentary for radio station WBAT-AM in Marion while working for The Journal Gazette. It didn’t take Breen long after retiring from the newspaper to realize he was at a personal and career crossroad.
“I was 67 years old and scared to death that I had nowhere to go,” Breen said. “What am I going to do for my next act?”
Then-WBAT General Manager David Poehler helped solve that by hiring Breen to co-host (with Tim George) a daily program, “Good Morning Grant County,” which airs from 6 a.m. to 9 a.m. Monday through Friday. “Yes,” he said, “I’m up at 4 a.m., which is the only downside to my ‘retirement.’ I read the papers, catch early TV and am at the station by 5:30.”
His commentary is called “An Ed Breen Moment.”
He said, “I’ve done the commentaries now for 17 years. They’re mainly local. One week, I did one on the 50 most powerful people in Indiana politics. Much of the time, they deal with local politics. They’re 650 words long and run 4 to 4 1/2 minutes. I’ve done 852 of ’em and counting.”
Breen said his uncle did radio commentary at KVFD “every morning for years and years. He continued this on television, where he hosted a program with the same name as his radio commentary, called ‘It Seems to Me.’ Maybe a bit like him, what I am doing is stirring the pot. It’s something that is needed in these communities. There’s little local content on radio anymore.”
Breen was the oldest of the three children born to Maurice and Alyce Julander Breen. The family lived in a two-story brick house at 925 Second Avenue South built in 1910 by his grandfather, Edward J. Breen. His father Maurice J. Breen practiced law in Fort Dodge for nearly 50 years and his brother Maurice C. Breen served as city attorney (he died in 2011). Breen’s sister Alice Catalfo is a retired Des Moines teacher who lives in Granger with her husband Dan. Breen’s father died in 1972 and his mother in 2006.
At St. Edmond, Breen was editor of the school newspaper, the Tri Crown, and was working as a soda jerk at Donahoe’s sundry store at 11th Street and Central Avenue after classes and on weekends when in the fall of 1960 Messenger sports editor Bob Brown came in one Sunday morning to buy out-of-town newspapers.
“He asked if I was interested in working at The Messenger taking high school sports scores and writing brief stories,” Breen said.
Breen was asked if he could type when offered the part-time position. He gulped and assured Messenger editors he could handle it — then raced home that weekend to teach himself three-finger typing before starting his job the following weekend. Breen worked during the sports seasons and then three summers filling in for fulltime newsroom employees on vacation.
Messenger police reporter Helen Strode played a major role in his career choice as a newspaperman.
“It was Helen who really attracted me to this. Helen kind of adopted me. She could go around police lines and I thought that was the coolest things in the world, and I still do. She loved journalism and she infected me with it. She knew more about the police department and the crime world in Fort Dodge than any other living human being.”
Breen and his wife Joanne, a professional artist who he met in Dubuque, will celebrate their 55th wedding anniversary on Feb. 27. They have two daughters: Lisa Breen, who works for a medical laboratory in Indianapolis, and Audrey Shepard, a teacher in Noblesville, Indiana, married to Mike and the parents of two sons, Max, 16, and Liam, 14.
His closest ties to Fort Dodge are two first cousins, Diane Burch and Eddy O’Farrell, and a former high school classmate who he considers his best friend, Dan Carney, a deacon with the Holy Trinity Parish. They’ve known each other since second grade and “we have talked every couple weeks for the last 50 years,” Breen said.
Breen hopes to achieve a career goal later this year — 60 straight years of being in a newsroom on Election Night.
He worked in The Messenger newsroom on Election Night 1960, when John F. Kennedy defeated Richard Nixon, and will anchor WBAT’s coverage on Election Night 2020. Of the 15 presidential elections, he counts Bush vs. Gore in 2000 as the most memorable. On a purely human level, Kennedy in 1960 and Obama in 2008.
Newspapers face many challenges today, Breen said, but the ”need for news and information persists. It is essential, as we are finding in this current chaotic landscape. New ways will be found. We just aren’t there yet. But it will not be Facebook. I had the joy of being there for some of the good years and the frustration of being part of a changing technology and culture which was beyond the control of any of us.”
Messenger Spotlight: February 2, 2020; Paul Stevens
https://www.messengernews.net/opinion/local-columns/2020/02/newspaper-man-breen-finds-new-role-in-radio/
Plucking the strings of his harp, a musical instrument that is one of the oldest known to man, Dayle Olson brings peace and comfort to the bedsides of those who are in their final stage of life. His music is often the last sound they will hear.
Olson is a harp therapist – trained to memorize and effectively improvise music and how to find each person’s resonant tone, a frequency that feels most comfortable to us. He is certified as a practitioner after completing a 28-month International Harp Therapy Program.
He lives in Merritt Island, Florida — best known as home of NASA’s Kennedy Space Center – and estimates that over the past 11 years, he has played at the bedsides of more than 2,500 people at two local hospice houses and a hospital oncology unit.
Olson draws on his experiences growing up in Fort Dodge. Some were tragic — the deaths of his brother and sister at young ages — and others uplifting. All were life-changing and contributed to his volunteer avocation that started in full after Olson retired in 2012 as president and CEO of the Brevard Achievement Center, one of Florida’s largest non-profit facilities providing services to children and adults with disabilities.
“I am asked frequently about playing music for persons who are in the process of making their final transition,” Olson said. “I realize this is not something everyone is comfortable with. Death is not a comfortable topic for many or a subject for a party conversation. I see it differently. My thinking about death and its impact on a person goes back to when I was a young Fort Dodger. When I was a high school sophomore, my brother, Roger, stepped on a land mine while serving in Vietnam. Then, less than five years later my sister, Marilyn, was hit by a car while walking with her friend north of town. Unfortunately, I learned about death and its emotional and physical effects on the survivors. As an adult I realized there must be ways to provide comfort to those who are dying – and also for those who are living.”
When his mother was stricken with cancer, Olson said that “during her treatments and times of discomfort, I noticed she became more relaxed and didn’t use her pain medication when she was listening to music.” He found articles discussing the benefits of the harp and ordered a do-it-yourself harp kit. Once built, he started taking lessons. “My life of playing music at the bedside just started to fall into place. Today, I own 11 harps. The harp I take to hospice has 36 strings and weighs 17 pounds so it’s easy for me to get in and out of a patient’s room.”
The earliest harps were developed from the hunting bow. Wall paintings of ancient Egyptian tombs dating from as early as 3000 B.C. show an instrument that closely resembles the hunter’s bow, without the pillar found in modern harps. The specter of angels playing harps apparently originates in the Bible’s Book of Revelations.
“I think that in general we see angels as providing comfort and security,” Olson said. “We hope that angels are watching over us and making sure ‘all is good.’ To me, the calming music of a harp can do the same thing. When you pull the strings on a harp and hear the overtones — the other strings that vibrate along with the string you just played — an environment of calm and comfort is created. Listening to harp music that is improvised to meet the needs of an individual creates an environment we call a cradle of sound. It’s that environment where ‘all is good’. When I am playing for a patient, it is always my goal to create that cradle of sound that allows for physical, emotional and spiritual calm — like an angel does.”
Olson prepares carefully for each patient and family for whom he plays, usually in a session lasting 40 minutes to an hour.
“Before I enter a patient’s room or their home, I have been briefed by the hospice or hospital staff on the patient’s diagnosis, current situation and who may currently be with the patient. As I prepare to meet the patient and others, I clear my head as I have no idea of the current situation with the patient and family. Entering the room, I focus on the patient — are they alert, asleep, resting quietly, showing signs of anxiety or being uncomfortable?
Are there others in the room with the patient? I introduce myself to anyone in the room and explain who I am and what I will be doing. I want to be sure those in the room realize this is not a bedside concert – it is a bedside vigil, a time for calm, comfort, reflection and for some a time of prayer. It is a time to quiet the surroundings.
“I walk to the bed, touch the patient and introduce myself. I know the patient hears me, no matter their current situation. I ask visitors to find a comfortable place to sit. Frequently the family will gather around the patient’s bed. I position myself with the harp where I can see the patient’s face and their breathing. I slowly pluck harp strings looking for the signs that tell me I have found that patient’s resonant tone. I will now play music most appropriate to meet the patient’s resonant tone. I frequently start with the slow Gregorian chant, music those in the room will not recognize. I will then start to improvise a piece of music that will be unique to the patient. I focus on the patient’s level of anxiety and/or discomfort all while I use the patient’s breathing as my tempo of music. As I improvise a piece of music, I will gradually take the tempo of the music to a regular tempo and slow the music. The patient’s breathing will entrain, or follow the tempo of the music (much like when we find ourselves tapping our foot to music without realizing we are doing it). With entrainment the patient calms, blood pressure will frequently stabilize and the level of anxiety leaves the room. I continue to play as the family frequently has eyes filled with tears — realizing their loved one has now entered a calm and sacred space. For many patients, they have relaxed and found a period of time of sleep with reduced pain and anxiety. For other patients, this is a time when they take their last breath.”
Siobhan Masterson, a psychotherapist from Congers, New York, witnessed OIson’s talent last June when he played the harp for her dying mother at a hospice house in Florida. “He came into her room, sat down and started tuning his harp, trying to find her resonant tone.
He played in the key of C for my mom 20 to 30 minutes because he said that was her resonant tone. It was so reassuring that she heard such beautiful music. It was a concert for one. She died within three hours of him playing. He helped her die with peace, I really believe that.”
Olson’s love of music came at an early age and was developed during his years growing up in Fort Dodge. Born in Boone to Raymond and Joyce Olson, he was only 12 days old when the family moved to Fort Dodge. His father worked for the phone company and his mother was a licensed practical nurse.
Olson was a sophomore at Fort Dodge Senior High when his older brother Roger, a hospital corpsman with the U.S. Navy, was killed in Vietnam in March 1968 at the age of 20. Fewer than five years later, when Dayle was in college, his 14-year-old sister Marilyn was killed when she was struck by a car while walking alongside a road with a girlfriend.
“When I think of Fort Dodge my head fills with memories,” he said. “Of course, my greatest memories are of my family — my parents and Roger and Marilyn. I was fortunate to be a part of a family where people cared greatly for each other and the importance of good work and the value of all people was taught. … Some of my fondest memories are standing around a tree in Duncombe School singing Christmas songs, high school friends from band and choir — many who I still have contact with today.
“There are people who helped shape my life and are a significant part of my past. Sondra Thorson, Judy Payne and Gail Niceswanger all played a role in my life. They each showed their belief in people and demonstrated that personal hard work will result in good.”
Olson graduated from FDSH in 1970 and attended Augustana University in Sioux Falls, South Dakota, where he started as a music major but finished with a degree in special education, with a minor in biology. After graduation, he returned to Fort Dodge where he worked as a special education teacher in elementary, junior high and high school settings.
He worked part-time at the psychiatric unit at Trinity Regional Medical Center where Thorson was a head nurse. Payne was an English teacher at FDSH and Niceswanger taught drama and directed community plays in which Olson performed. “I learned so much about life just by watching them,” he said. “Everyone had teachers that shaped them and they were two of them.”
Olson moved to Florida in 1982 but retains ties to Fort Dodge through online classes — The Exceptional Learner and Introduction to Human Disability Services — that he has taught at Iowa Central Community College for the past 10 years.
Besides his work as a harp therapist, Olson has completed study to become a Death Doula, someone who provides non-medical assistance to individuals (and their family) who are in final stages of life. “So, this is how the death of my siblings became a part of my life,” he said. “I think if you ‘peel back the onion,” each of us who suffered a sibling death incur long-term effects that are a major part of our life.”
Messenger Spotlight: January 5, 2020; Paul Stevens
https://www.messengernews.net/opinion/local-columns/2020/01/olsons-harp-music-brings-comfort-to-the-dying-their-families/
For most of its 115 years, this joint was jumpin’ — as it was 60 years ago today when the Winter Dance Party and its headliners — Buddy Holly and the Crickets, the Big Bopper, Ritchie Valens, and Dion and the Belmonts — performed on its stage on a cold, snowy night in Fort Dodge.
It was the Laramar Ballroom, and some 1,000 fans crowded into the downtown building at 710 First Avenue North to watch, dance and sing along as the musicians played their hit songs — never imagining that a few days later, in the early hours of Feb. 3, 1959, three of them — Holly, J.P. “The Big Bopper” Richardson Jr. and Valens — would die in a plane crash after performing at the Surf Ballroom in Clear Lake.
“The whole show was great. Little did we know that this was the last time we would see them,” said Wes Trickel, of Fort Dodge, who was at the Laramar with his wife, Bertha, that night and got to meet Richardson and Valens. “We were so sad when we heard the news that we all never wanted to believe what had happened.”
That tragic moment on a wintry night in a cornfield north of Clear Lake was “the day the music died” as Don McLean would sing in his 1971 classic “American Pie.”
But until the last few years, there was still plenty of music left to play at the Laramar — later known as the Plamor and then the Twilight Ballroom before becoming the Laramar again.
The old brick building that started as the Fort Dodge Armory in 1904 is now vacant, up for sale. Asking price, $169,000.
“We’ve had lookers but no buyers,” said Jim Kesterson, of Kesterson Realty, the listing agent for the building’s owner, Anhelo Inc.
“Some of them were members of bands who played there. There have been family members who reminisce and think, wouldn’t it be great to bring it back? But it can’t be a pipe dream. It’s got to be a business you spend money on. It’s a big building to have dance lessons once a week. To get it going again, you need something that would pay the bills six days a week.”
For the thousands who frequented the ballroom over the years, the brick building with loft seating that rings the wooden dance floor holds many special memories. For some, like Joan and Harold Horn, or Moe and Ray Pickett, it was where they met their future spouse.
Jayne Manchester Cassidy recalls first meeting her husband, Mike, there in 1989. “He was new to town and decided he would ask three women he didn’t know to dance with him that night. I was lucky number 3. I’m sure that’s where many couples met over the years.”
Many of the top performers of the day — playing all genre of music — mesmerized their audiences. And newbies to the dance floor were introduced to the “trap.” Today, the kids and grandkids of those who lived through that era might roll their eyes in disbelief on the trap, perhaps unique to Fort Dodge?
A trap would be set up by three or more girls or three or more boys, who would wander through the dance floor and surround a dancing couple. If it was a guy trap, the girl dancing would choose one of those in the trap or stay with her partner. If it was a girl trap, the guy dancing would choose one of those in trap or stay with his partner. “Loved the traps,” said Penny Miller. “The girls had a code if they were dancing with someone and wanted a different partner. When a girls’ trap passed by, you would say to one of the girls, ‘How is your mother?’ That meant come back and circle us. Hopefully the guy would then pick someone else. So did the guys have a similar code? I hope so. Otherwise this sounds a little mean now. Or maybe the guy was thankful too.”
Some remember a Laramar bouncer of the late 1960s — John Matuszak, a football player at Fort Dodge Junior College for one season who later became the No. 1 pick in the 1973 NFL draft and went on to appear on television and in movies. (He died in 1989 at age 38.)
In recent years, as the Laramar struggled for an identity, it has been used for a variety of purposes: as a site for weddings, mixed martial arts bouts and as a Spanish bar with music and dancing.
Music was part of the building’s DNA from the outset, when it was built after $8,000 was raised so that Company G, 56th Infantry would have a place for a regimental band under the direction of Carl Quist to rehearse and perform.
The end of World War I marked an upswing across the country in ballrooms where people would gather to dance to the new music of the times. The Jazz Era was where they got their start and the 1930s and 40s were the highpoint of the ballroom era. Ballrooms, some elegant and some plain, could be found in the biggest cities or smallest rural areas. All shared a common denominator of music and dancing.
During the two World Wars, soldiers were drafted at the armory and ration books were issued there to Fort Dodge residents. After the attack on Pearl Harbor, many were worried that armories would be attacked so soldiers were stationed around the building. Over the years, the ballroom was the scene of many charity balls, police and firemen’s balls, craft shows, reunions, banquets and much more.
The armory was purchased by Larry and Margaret Geer from the Chamber of Commerce around the time they were married in 1938, said their son, Bob Geer, of Steamboat Springs, Colorado. His father had operated the ballroom at the armory since the 1920s, possibly before. Their first names — Larry and Margaret — were merged to create the name Laramar. They sold the business, but not the name, around 1964, when it became the Plamor for the next eight years.
Among the artists who performed at the Laramar were Johnny Cash, Duke Ellington, the Glenn Miller orchestra, Guy Lombardo, Benny Goodman, Louis Armstrong and Lawrence Welk. Geer said that on one of Welk’s appearances, his father had to gift Welk enough money for gas for him and his five-piece band to get to their next stop.
In the ’50s-’60s teen era, performers included Bobby Vee, Tommy James and the Shondells, Gary Lewis and the Playboys, the Four Preps, Freddie Cannon, Jimmy Clanton, the Crew Cuts, the Everly Brothers, the Diamonds, the Fabulous Flippers — and more.
“In those days,” Geer said, “they could fill the house. Costs were significantly less to travel on bus to Iowa, Minnesota, Wisconsin and other Midwest states. It was all about getting publicity and getting their records exposed.”
Jack Grandgeorge, of Fort Dodge, recalls watching the Everly Brothers perform at the Laramar and then going to the Green Garter restaurant afterward. “I was surprised when the brothers and eight or so others walked in to dine. Caused quite a stir in the building.
The Green Garter was located on Old U.S. Highway 20, Fifth Ave South, south side of the road perhaps where the Ford dealership is currently located. It was rather novel for the time — each table had a phone which you used to place your order.”
Geer was 15 at the time of the Winter Dance Party performance in 1959 and as the son of the owners, it was not his first chance to be around big stars. One of his lasting memories: “I helped Johnny Cash climb through a back window and back stairway to his dressing room one night, to get through the crowds.”
About 1,000 people were on hand that night 60 years ago, with the balcony reserved for adult spectators and the dance floor for teens only, Geer said. The 11 performers arrived late on an old bus that didn’t have a heater that worked. One of the members of Holly’s Crickets band was future country star Waylon Jennings.
The book, “The Day the Music Died: The Last Tour of Buddy Holly, The Big Bopper, and Ritchie Valens — and the Fatal Air Crash That Took Their Lives” detailed the musicians’ appearance at the Laramar. Here is part of the entry:
“Fort Dodge (pop. 28,000) had come under the intense scrutiny of health officials after a mysterious virus spread rapidly through the city in November. As many as two thousand Fort Dodge residents had been stricken with the virus, which caused nausea, vomiting, and diarrhea. A team of federal health officials descended on the city in January in an all-out effort to determine the source of the virus.
“When it was discovered that the pet dog in many families was stricken with similar symptoms, the Iowa state veterinarian was dispatched to the city to take case histories of the sick dogs.
“The Winter Dance Party bus with its balky heater slipped through the winter darkness in temperatures in the low teens and with two inches of freshly fallen snow on the ground, en route to a concert in a city full of sick people and dogs.”
A child of the ballroom’s next owners, Sheri Derrig, of Council Bluffs, said the ballroom “was almost like a second home for me” when her parents, Lee and Dick Derrig, purchased the Laramar in 1972 and owned and operated it as the Twilight Ballroom for the next 13 years.
Sheri’s sister, Cyndee Carlson, a Fort Dodge realtor, doesn’t want the period of their parents’ ownership of the Twilight to be overlooked. “Please don’t forget it was the Twilight Ballroom for 13 years. I know that the ballroom’s ‘claim to fame’ is the Buddy Holly appearance. But music-wise and contribution to Fort Dodge-wise, the Twilight was such a popular place during its years as well. Many artists from the ’50s and ’60s played there during my parents’ ownership as well. … Bobby Vee, Tommy James, The Coasters and some others I don’t remember.”
Sheri worked the coat check in her junior high years, later waitressed and helped setting up and serving at wedding receptions and other events. Her mother was also a cake decorator “so they had like a one-stop shop for receptions.
“I remember helping my parents clean the ballroom on Sundays after the Saturday night dances and my dad would always run down the street to Amos & Andy’s (another old Fort Dodge favorite) and get us coneys. Sometimes if my parents were running behind I got to go to the ballroom and let the bands in so they could set up for the dance and do sound checks and such. I always liked doing that.
“On occasion, after a dance we would go out to breakfast. I remember one time, when the Cleavettes were in town, there was a big snowstorm so the band ended up sleeping the night at the ballroom. The Cleavettes were always my personal favorite. They were kind of like big brothers to me. They played there nearly every month for most of the years my parents owned the ballroom so they were pretty good friends and some still are to this day even.”
Rock n’ Roll wasn’t all the Laramar offered. Recalled Alice Johnson of Fort Dodge: “I remember distinctly all the old-time dances on Thursday nights. We ‘regular’ ones had a ball. Loved the Circle Two dances as well as the polkas and waltzes. We made a lot of friends there from the surrounding area. One of our favorite polka bands was Kenny Hofer, another was the Malek Fisherman. Oh yes, we also enjoyed the square dances. Have many good memories!”
Jorge Blanco, whose family owns Blanco roofing business in Fort Dodge, purchased the Laramar 6-8 years ago, “more as a hobby for him,” said one of his sons, Daniel. “He loved music and he liked being in the mix of things. … Whoever buys it may change it completely or try to keep the nostalgia going. But artists don’t come cheap. A comedy club might be great. But whatever the use, it’s going to take money to renovate it. We know it’s not going to be sold in a hurry.”
It has been vacant for the past 14 months, since it was a venue for Spanish music and dancing, Daniel Blanco said.
Sheri Derrig wishes she was able to continue her family’s ownership.
“I wish I were rich and could buy it and restore it,” she said. “I loved that place!”
Messenger Spotlight: January 30, 2019; Paul Stevens
https://www.messengernews.net/opinion/editorial/2019/01/this-joint-was-jumpin/
For 136 years, Christmas services have been celebrated at Corpus Christi Church — through two world wars, the Great Depression and many other major events as Fort Dodge grew from a town of 2,500 residents when the church was founded to a city of 25,000.
This year’s services will be the last at the iconic Fort Dodge landmark, one of the oldest continuously operated churches in the United States and listed on the National Register of Historic Places, and the last of eight Catholic churches in Webster County to remain open.
“For most people, for myself, it’s a recognition that OK, we’re going to celebrate this marvelous feast of the Incarnation — but it is not the last time we celebrate that great feast,” said Monsignor Kevin McCoy, pastor of Holy Trinity Parish. “We very much look toward the hope, the excitement that something new brings.”
A year from now, Catholics of Webster County will celebrate Christmas in a brand-new church — Holy Trinity Catholic Church — at a location next to St. Edmond Catholic School that once was farmland when Corpus Christi was dedicated in 1883 and more recently was used as a football field and track.
That “excitement” McCoy speaks of is progressing day by day as construction workers have finished off the roof of the new church and are now doing brick and stonework outside while building out the inside area and laying surfaces for the parking lots next to it.
Corpus Christi will remain open until the long-awaited grand opening of Holy Trinity Church – expected in late June or early July of 2020.
A shortage of priests — part of a national phenomenon facing the U.S. Catholic Church — was the driving force in the consolidation of the Fort Dodge churches. McCoy and the Rev. Brian Feller are the only priests to serve the 2,435 households in Webster County, which at one time had 12 priests. The Sioux City Diocese covers 24 counties, but has only 47 priests. McCoy said that within 15 years, 33 priests — himself included — could retire and that there are only 12 men in seminary in the process of becoming priests.
“The parishioners involved have been wonderful and create an excitement that helps carry us on,” said McCoy, who came to Fort Dodge in 2008. “Personally, we face a real challenge with just two priests trying to stay abreast of the oversight of construction, fundraising and so on, while still providing the sacramentals of our parishioners’ lives. I may get a call, ‘the contactor needs to see you about a window’ and in the next moment hear from a family wanting to make funeral arrangements. There’s enough of me to be two but I don’t know how to do that.”
Four deacons are assigned to the parish. They are able to baptize and help preside at weddings and funerals that do not involve the Mass. Rick Salocker works with the parish food pantry, Dan Carney with the homebound, Ed Albright with the prison ministry and homebound, and Joe Coleman with the sick, and as a hospital chaplain.
Holy Trinity Parish was created in 2006 by a decree from Bishop R. Walker Nickless. At that time, there were three worship sites in Fort Dodge — Corpus Christi, Holy Rosary and Sacred Heart — and five others in the county: St. Joseph in Barnum, St. Matthew in Clare, Christ the King in Dayton, St, Joseph in Duncombe, and Our Lady of Good Counsel in Moorland. All but Corpus Christi are now closed as worship sites, the latest, Sacred Heart, occurring in September. (Weddings and funerals are still conducted at Moorland.)
Long-range planning for a single worship site began within a couple years and after extensive study, the parish got the go-ahead to proceed. In 2016, Holy Trinity launched a five-year fund drive to raise $12 million to build the church, and ground-breaking took place Aug. 1, 2018. Tom Miklo, St. Edmond development director, said $9.5 million in pledges has been received from 600-plus households and $8 million-plus of it is in hand. There have been a couple of large gifts, he said. “All things said, it is really remarkable where we are today, given that it’s been a long haul.”
It has not been easy for parishioners to lose their churches, a part of their family and their heritage from birth to death.
“Everybody hates to close any of the churches because they are beautiful things,” said J. Mick Flaherty, longtime member of Corpus Christi parish who is on the church planning committee. “We have two priests for the whole county. We’re lucky to keep two. I think it’s getting better because they can see the building — still, there are so many heartstrings, no one wants to close these churches.”
Hiedi Touney, Holy Trinity parish life director, agrees and believes that as the new structure has taken form, the sense of loss by some parishioners of their home parish is lessening.
“There’s a definite sense that no matter where you are, where you had once worshipped and the loss of that heritage, people are seeing it being built and are now experiencing one church,” she said. “We’re all starting to blend. We’re all going to have to learn new ways. We all will be in same boat when we go into the new church.”
Jonathan Flattery, who with his wife, Liz, were involved in fundraising and design work for the new church, was a member of Sacred Heart parish and believes “the pockets of resentment” held by some over losing their own church are easing. He said he is thankful for those who are “doing heavy lifting financially and building our faith here in our town.”
The 26,000-square-foot church will have seating for 1,000 — and if needed, temporary seating in the narthex area. It will be totally accessible, invaluable to those who because of disability or age have found access to the worship centers too challenging to attend Mass. Steps had to be climbed at both Corpus Christi and Sacred Heart, and an elevator installed at Sacred Heart was not dependable.
“The fact that the physical barriers are removed will make the new site more inviting,” McCoy said. “I also think that having one site will help in terms of the quality of the liturgy — already there is a new men’s choral group experimenting with what music they might be able to provide.”
In an effort to preserve some of the history of the churches being replaced, key elements from some of those worship centers are being incorporated into the new church.
Examples include: the 14 Stations of the Cross at Corpus Christi, hand-carved in Oberammergau, Germany, age unknown; the hand-carved red-oak pew ends at Sacred Heart Church to be used as the pew ends for pews in the new church and the marble top of its altar that will be reworked into the new church’s altar; a statue of Mary and Joseph, hand-carved in Italy, from St. Joseph Church in Barnum that will be used in the day chapel of the new church.
Touney said an attempt will be made to move the Grotto next to Corpus Christi Church over to the Holy Trinity Catholic Church property when the new church is completed.
“The design team and others tried to find ways artifacts from the eight worship centers could be used in the new church, without making it seem like Grandma’s Attic,” McCoy said. “Many of these artifacts are being reutilized so that a piece of our history is still very much in our worship.”
The school building across the street from Corpus Christi Church, known as the Corpus Christi Center, will remain open for such uses as funeral luncheons, Knights of Columbus fish fries and the like for the next couple years, Touney said, until the next phase of development would bring a social hall close by to the new church. Also in future plans is an enclosed walkway between St. Edmond school and the new church.
Will the new church build attendance? McCoy responds:
“Of course, the reality is that the demographic of rural America continues to shift. I know when I was ordained almost 40 years ago, there were 120,000 Catholics in Northwest Iowa; now the number is around 80,000. Even the city of Fort Dodge is working on efforts to encourage former residents (younger graduates of our schools) to return to make Fort Dodge home – so it is not just a matter impacting churches. Our pastoral planning focuses on promoting more opportunities to gather to discuss and share their faith; and new initiatives are being worked on that the new church facility will help to foster. There is a need for a renewed evangelization in this age; to awaken people to their spiritual side and a need to interact as a community. Certain technologies discourage that; virtual communities online just don’t meet our human social needs.”
A major question facing McCoy and church leaders will come after the new church is opened: What to do with the old churches?
The Holy Rosary church building has been sold to Community Christian School. The church at Barnum has been sold and the church at Duncombe torn down and the land sold, Touney said. The parish still owns the facilities at Clare, Dayton and Moorland, as well as Sacred Heart and Corpus Christi.
“The parish council will be looking at all options to repurpose these worship centers with certain entities and in the case of Sacred Heart and Corpus Christi, the city of Fort Dodge,” she said. “There’s some growing interest in repurposing Sacred Heart — it’s great for music, the acoustics incredible. Is there any way to use it for the performing arts? The city is looking at different things.
“There will not be a rush to do something. The centers will be winterized while these efforts go on. There won’t be wrecking cranes and bulldozers anytime soon.”
Prospects for a new purpose for the venerable Corpus Christi Church are slim. Its brick is soft and porous and is wearing out, allowing water to come into the structure, Touney said.
“It’s unlikely it can ever be repurposed. There’s been discussion on whether it can remain standing because of its historic value. Perhaps. But there is nothing definitive at this time.”
Flaherty said he prays every day “for the church and for wisdom in running it. In the end, a church is the people. It’s not the brick and mortar.”
Messenger Spotlight: December 1, 2019; Paul Stevens
https://www.messengernews.net/opinion/local-columns/2019/12/changes-continue-in-corpus-christi-parish/
Terry Griffey may have become a college professor. Tim Green may have incorporated his love of music in the practice of the ministry. Roger Olson may have become an architect and home designer. Pat Trotter may have developed turbo engines. Lee Peters may have become an attorney.
But careers and long lives were not to be for these men — among 15 from Webster County who died in the Vietnam War — as well as a 16th casualty, James S. McGough, who died years after combat from hepatitis contracted from his war wounds. All 16 of their names are etched on the black granite walls of the Vietnam Veterans Memorial in Washington and on a plaque at Fort Dodge’s Veterans Memorial Park.
On the eve of Veterans Day 2019, we honor those who died through interviews with their relatives and friends — each asked for a favorite memory, what their loved one may have become in life and how we can best honor those who died. I was unable to locate anyone who knew five of the veterans.
Two of the veterans are memorized at the city’s high schools.
The memory of 1st Lt. Terry Griffey, has been honored annually at St. Edmond High School since 1968 by recognizing a senior boy judged outstanding in athletic, academic, citizenship and leadership with the Terry Griffey Award. Griffey was a 1958 St. Edmond and U.S. Air Force Academy graduate. He died in 1966 — at the age of 25 — when the F-4C Phantom fighter jet he was piloting burst into flames after a bombing run and disintegrated near Qui Nhon in South Vietnam. His body was never recovered.
This past Friday, a plaque was dedicated at Fort Dodge Senior High School in memory of 1st Lt. William L. Peters, a U.S. Marine killed in action on June 21, 1969, when his helicopter crashed during rescue operations in Quang Nam Province. He was awarded the Navy Cross and two Silver Stars for his heroism. The Fort Dodge Veterans Council presented the plaque on behalf of Peters, a 1961 graduate who was co-captain of the Dodger swim team, and it will be displayed in a place of honor at the high school.
How do we best honor those who died — as the years pass and those who knew them best begin to leave our world? These thoughts were shared by Jodi Evans of Fort Dodge and Michelle Schenk of Preston, Idaho, daughters of SPC4 William Pease, who died in Vietnam in 1973 at the age of 22:
“We think the best way to honor veterans is to remember that people need to understand that, whether you support any war or not, these men and women put their lives on the line daily and many, our father included, pay the ultimate sacrifice with their lives. They leave behind families who are left forever with the thought of what if this never happened? How would their lives be now? All of the ‘what ifs?’ We think it’s important to remember their families. They have a lifetime of pain and questions as well.”
Dayle Olson of Merritt Island, Florida, brother of Hospital Corpsman Roger L. Olson, who died in 1968 at the age of 20, had this to say:
“As I get older I realize the results of the Vietnam War mean many different things to people. Putting all of that aside, there were 58,178 people who gave their lives for our freedoms. These are freedoms that have been given to all Americans. I think to honor these people who have their name engraved in that black marble wall is to remember, they each fought and died for a country where we are all created equal. To honor each of these men and women we need to remember they died for this equality — something everyone deserves.”
Rich Lennon of Fort Dodge, a retired Army colonel and Vietnam veteran who earned the Bronze Star, said, “It’s up to us surviving veterans to ensure that our fellow comrades who were lost in combat are remembered and we must do everything possible to honor their supreme sacrifice in defense of this great nation.”
At the Fort Dodge VFW Post 1856, photos of each of those Webster County veterans killed in action are shown on a rolling TV screen that also shows different veterans from the post; those killed in Vietnam are the only ones that have their medals and unit crests with their pictures.
While this story focuses on Webster County residents killed in Vietnam, there were others who died who had ties to the county. One was Larry Bleeker, who attended Fort Dodge Senior High and moved to Ames for his senior year. His family was in the furniture business in Fort Dodge — it was Mikos and Bleeker Furniture Co. before it became Mikos and Matt.
A U.S. Marine platoon commander, he was killed in 1967, 18 days after he arrived in Vietnam. He was 24.
Here is a listing of the Webster County residents killed in Vietnam, with comment from families when available:
Lt. Col. Leslie Dewayne Crouse, Army, Aug. 31, 1968 (Age 36)
His tour began on Jan 9, 1968. He was killed in Kontum, South Vietnam.
1st Lt. Richard T. Flattery Jr., Army, May 20, 1968 (Age 22)
Roseann Flattery Vinsand, of West Des Moines, sister: “A favorite memory of my brother is how meticulous he was. I can still see him in the driveway polishing the chrome on his blue, ’59 Chevy until one ‘could see their face’ in, and his beautiful smile and the sound of his laughter. I have no doubt my brother’s intellect, integrity, leadership skills, and work ethic would have brought him many successes. How can we honor their sacrifice today? By breathing life into each one of their stories– the valor and the mundane — seeing that they are told with unwavering honesty shared as they might have told them. And by respecting individuals of all faiths, colors, and cultures and recognizing their value in our existence.”
Const. Man David A. Fleskes, Navy, Aug. 23, 1968 (Age 20)
His tour began on April 15, 1968. He was killed Aug. 23, 1968, in Quang Nam, South Vietnam.
Sgt. Timothy L. Green, Army, May 5, 1970 (Age 19)
Cindy West, of Cedar Rapids, and Pam Hinton, of Fort Dodge, sisters: “Tim would certainly have gone into the ministry and incorporated music as an important part of his delivery of God’s message. Tim would want us to honor his memory by thanking, respecting and honoring all veterans especially those from the Vietnam era. He would want more attention given to their physical, mental and spiritual well-being which has been sadly neglected. We have many favorite memories of Tim such as him playing guitar with our brother, Curt. But we especially smile when we think of Tim and food! He could make a sandwich out of ANYTHING! And he was always nearby while food was being prepared in the hopes of snitching some before it made it to the table.”
Peg Wearmouth Jones, of Hiawassee, Georgia: “Tim and I had been friends since fourth grade, but we didn’t fall in love till he was in the Army. I was engaged to Tim when he was killed. He was killed May 7 and our wedding was set for June 19. It was truly a sad, sad time in my life. He is buried right next to my parents at Memorial Park in Fort Dodge. He will always be a part of my life. I have since found happiness and my husband was a Navy man.”
1st Lt. Terrence H. Griffey, Air Force, March 26, 1966 (Age 25)
Pat Hassett, of Fort Dodge, a close friend of the family: “I think he would have been a professor because he loved to challenge people. He used to challenge Sister Generosa at St. Edmond. The man the Terry Griffey award is named for walked the halls of St. Edmond and hit the practice fields long before the recent honorees were born. During his school days, he was known for pursuing excellence in everything he did. After high school, that dedication cared over into a career as a U.S. Air Force pilot. On March 26, 1966, Terry took off on a bombing run that became his last flight. Terry was flying low and slow over a target when his F-4 Phantom was hit by enemy fire from the ground and exploded. Terry was initially declared missing in action. A day or two later, he was declared dead. His remains have never been found. His grave site is Binh Dinh Province at the crash site.”
Spec. 4 Donald Henry Holm, Army, Nov. 18, 1967 (Age 23)
His tour began on May 15, 1967. He was killed on Nov 18, 1967, in Binh Long, South Vietnam.
Sgt. Danny Wayne Johnson, Army, April 21, 1970 (Age 19)
His tour began on Nov. 18, 1969. He was killed April 21, 1970, in Thua Thien, South Vietnam.
Sgt. Donald Kay Lakey, Army, Nov. 1, 1966 (Age 22)
Evelyn Engel Martin, of Gretna, Nebraska: “Donnie was my first love. We met when I was in eighth grade. We dated off and on through junior high, high school and junior college. I believe he joined the U.S. Army right after he graduated from high school in 1962. The last time he was home on leave was the summer of 1965. I was graduating from Fort Dodge Junior College. We spent much of several weeks together that summer. He was my date for my junior college prom that year. Donnie escorted my blind dad, Lee Engel, with his guide dog, Brutus, to my Junior College graduation ceremony. That was the ONLY time my dad had the opportunity to attend one of my graduations!! (My dad had been a chemical engineer with 3M Co in Detroit until he lost his eyesight due to acute glaucoma. After he went totally blind, my dad operated Engel’s Rental with his dad, Albert Engel, for about 20 years.) When I was attending the University of Iowa, I received a letter from a close girlfriend. She had enclosed the extensive article from The Messenger about Donnie’s death. I cried for days after I received that news. Obviously, if Don were still living, I would expect him to be with his wife, Tammy, and maybe have had more children. Perhaps he might have stayed in the Army until he retired. To honor those who died in Vietnam, just thank them for their sacrifice for our wonderful country. Also thank the families and friends who miss those who died.”
Spec. 4 James S. McGough, Army, January 23, 2014 (Age 62)
Sherry McGough, of West Des Moines, wife of Jim McGough, who died 43 years after being wounded in Vietnam of hepatitis C caused by the injury: “Jim’s dying wish was to have his name added to the Vietnam Wall. One of my daughters, Leigh, worked to make it happen and we were all very proud when we went to Washington to see it for the first time. I was a little melancholy about it. It symbolizes the terrible loss that so many have had. Jim’s ashes were buried at the Veterans Cemetery in Van Meter. I just stand there when I visit and talk to him, and wish he could talk back. It takes time. It would be nice if everyone would think twice before we offer up our children for a war. It was true then and it is true today. A book I wrote shortly after Jim’s death — “Now Comes the Hard Part” — was a way of giving myself grief therapy. People don’t realize what you go through with the loss of a loved one and I thought, you know what, someone might really benefit from reading this.”
Hosp. Man Roger L. Olson, US Navy, March 26, 1968 (Age 20)
Dayle Olson, of Merritt Island, Florida, brother: “I think of Roger daily. I guess the loss of a sibling does that to a person. Roger was the first of two siblings losses in the family as my only sister, Marilyn was killed less than five years after Roger, as she walked with a friend toward my parents’ home north of town. Thus, I daily think of them both. As I remember, Roger was a free spirit, maybe back then it was considered mischievous. As far as I know, he was never in any real trouble, but I would guess his antics kept my parents on their toes. My most vivid memories of him are my father, Raymond, talking with Roger after one of his antics, and Roger flashing his ‘I’m innocent’ smile. I don’t think my parents ever fell for that smile — but I would guess it got him off the hook in more than one situation. What would Roger be doing today? It is impossible to think Roger would be 70 years old. He was four years older than me. But in my brain, he is still 19. I know Roger wanted to be an architect. He would spend hours creating detailed drawings of buildings. Today, he would have retired from a successful business where he designed homes — maybe even a dream home for me in the mountains around Asheville. I still have contact with Roger’s good friends from Fort Dodge, Neil Dilocker and Dan Archibald. The three of them seemed to have been together all the time. In fact it was Neil who escorted Roger back from Vietnam when he was killed. Every few years I meet with these two as we share stories of the years we were all in Fort Dodge, before the war. I always smile during the stories. However, I think I have tears in my eyes as I walk away. As I meet with Dan and Neil I realize life was simple before the war. But the results of the war complicated many lives.”
Spec. 4 William H. Pease, Army, Oct. 16, 1973 (Age 22)
Jodi Evans, of Fort Dodge, and Michelle Schenk, of Preston, Idaho, daughters: “Unfortunately, Bill passed away at a young age because of injuries he sustained in the war. He was never able to function on his own because of his physical disabilities. We are unable to share any memories because Michelle’s mom put her up for adoption and I was too young to remember any. I would like to think that if things were different, he would have been allowed to have a relationship with his daughters and we would have been able to know him as a person. The hardest part of being a child with a father who passed away is not having that relationship and getting to know who he was versus hearing about who he was from others. We were fortunate to have become friends with Darrell Burkhalter, the pilot of the helicopter our father was in when he was shot, and he was able to provide answers for us and become a great friend to us. Many people do not have that closure that is needed. For Michelle and I, we were fortunate to have found each other. We didn’t know either of us existed until about 10 years ago. A little piece of Bill lives on through us.”
1st Lt. William L. Peters Jr., Marine Corps, June 21, 1969 (Age 26)
Portia Peters Bauchens, of Hampshire, Illinois, sister: “Lee Peters was a real war hero. He lost his life piloting a helicopter back into battle so that no wounded would be left behind. If you have been to the Vietnam Memorial in Washington D.C., you know that uniformed men are there to help you find the name on the wall. When I asked for William Lee Peters Jr., he quietly asked, ‘From Fort Dodge, Iowa?’ I surprised myself and burst into tears. I want Lee remembered as the kid from Fort Dodge who loved his family, loved to swim, loved his friends and to have fun. Lee was the leader of the five kids in our family. He was always looking for physical challenges. He started climbing trees at a young age. My Dad would bet him that he couldn’t climb the tallest tree in Dolliver Park. He always could. One day he took a hammock about 30 feet up into our neighbor’s tree and strung it up. Then he got a bottle of pop, which was a prized possession among his siblings, and drank it swinging in the hammock above the ground. When I later asked my mother if she was worried about Lee up there, she said no, he can handle it. That’s the way we all thought of him … capable, indestructible. When Lee went to Vietnam, he had a serious girlfriend who had a 4-year-old son by a previous marriage. If he had lived, I feel sure that he and Susan would have had a family together. Lee had finished one year of law school. He probably would have become a lawyer. I hope the plaque at the high school will inspire kids to do their best when called upon. That was what Lee did.”
DCC James Alphonso Rial, Navy, Oct. 22, 1964 (Age 38)
He was killed on Oct. 22, 1964, in Gia Dinh, South Vietnam.
Cpl. Daryl David Shonka, Army, Aug. 5, 1970 (Age 20)
Cheryl Shonka-Adamczyk, Lake Wylie, South Carolina, sister: “One of my favorite memories of my brother Daryl was at our cabin at Spirit Lake, Iowa. He used to go to the dump and look for treasures. One day he found a small boat, hauled it to our cabin and began restoring it. Well, he and his friend, Bill Roberts, launched Noah’s Ark which ended up being the Leaky Teakey! Luckily he had a 1-pound coffee can which they used to bail the water out! Had he lived, he would be enjoying his family, working on cars, possibly racing but definitely enjoying family! We are grateful and blessed to have his beautiful daughter Jayne who was given up for adoption at birth even though Daryl wanted to marry the mother. I searched for her all my life but she found me two years ago! Praise God, she found me! And my mother! We have been incredibly blessed to have Jayne and her two amazing sons in our lives! Honor their memories by not forgetting them! When I told my Aunt Marilyn about Jayne, she said, “I knew Daryl was too beautiful a person to leave this world without leaving something behind.” Thankfully, we have Jayne, Andrew & Dominic.”
Spec. 4 Patrick J. Trotter, Army, Feb. 4, 1971 (Age 20)
Mike Trotter, of Fort Dodge, brother: “Pat was 19 years old when he went to Vietnam. I remember vividly a Sunday morning in February 1971. My brother Tom came to my apartment. Two Army officers had brought the news of Pat’s loss to my parents’ house. The news was devastating. After almost 49 years the pain has diminished, however the loss remains. Pat worked on helicopters during his time in the Army and was very interested in turbo engines. Had he returned I believe he may have found a career related to developing these engines. Pat was four years younger than me so we didn’t spend a lot of outside the home time together. I remember he developed good understanding of math and science regardless of the limited time he spent studying. He was curious, witty, quick to find humor. He was a bit of a shyster. I spoke to a former classmate who recalled algebra class. Pat sat behind her. When a question was asked by the teacher, Pat would tell her the answer and she would repeat the answer. Unfortunately for her, the answer was incorrect. Regardless she said she and Pat were good friends and developed a strong relationship. Pat was very loyal. If he liked you, he would support you without question. The years have made the loss easier to accept. Acceptance is being at rest with life. If you believe in God, you may understand that everything is exactly the way it is supposed to be. Even if you don’t like it. I still have difficulty with the impact politics has on everyday people. When the Vietnam vets returned, they were treated with disrespect. Today this disregard for the sacrifice these people made continues. When the veterans return, they want to return to everyday people. The powers that be should support them.”
Pfc. Dennis James Yetmar, US Army, Apr. 13, 1968 (Age 20)
John Yetmar, of Fort Dodge, brother: “Denny and I grew up best friends. My best memories of Denny are working on his cars – old cars, ’57 and ’58 Chevys. He was drafted out of high school (St. Edmond). He was 18 when he left for the Army. If he lived, he would have been a helluva family man. I think Denny would be somewhere in automotive, be a mechanic, he loved working on cars, had a talent for it. He would have been a good dad. He was engaged to be married when he left. A legacy to those who died? I’m a vet myself and the VA clinics in small towns like Fort Dodge need to get all the support possible. They are so badly needed. I was on my way to Vietnam the year after Denny died and they sent me back home. I ended up serving in Germany. My oldest brother Larry was killed in a car wreck near Eagle Grove after he got back from Vietnam, five months after Denny died. It was really hard on my mom.”
Messenger Spotlight: November 10, 2019
https://www.messengernews.net/opinion/local-columns/2019/11/remembering-the-webster-county-men-lost-in-the-vietnam-war/
Growing up in a two-story brick house on 16th Street, a block away from Duncombe School, Nancy McCarthy Snyder has always believed there was “something in the water” that seemed to promote education in the Fort Dodge neighborhood where she and her four sisters grew up in the 1950s and ’60s.
Living next door were the McCormicks, a family of four boys – John, an engineer; Mark, an attorney who was an Iowa Supreme Court justice; Jim, a priest who did mission work in Africa; and Dick, who became CEO of USWest.
On the other side of their house were the Marquises – Jeri, who taught kindergarten at Duncombe for many years; Forrest, who was principal at Fort Dodge Senior High; and their son Bob, who became a physician.
Across the street were the Galasks – with two boys, Rudy, who is a physician in Iowa City, and Bob, who studied at the Gemological Institute of America and has been in the diamond business in Los Angeles for more than 35 years.
Next to them were the Paulins – Tom, Lynn, Margaret Ann and Donna. All went to college, Lynn receiving a PhD.
And then there were the five McCarthy girls – daughters of Margaret and Cliff McCarthy – the first in either parent’s family to attend college.
“My parents never expected us to go to college and didn’t have much savings,” Snyder said. “My sister Judy put herself through her engineering degree while working full-time as an x-ray tech. The rest of us had significant financial aid. Mostly scholarships based on both academic achievement and financial need, but also some loans and on-campus work study jobs. I worked in the cafeteria at Clarke (College) to earn spending money and book money.”
“Both parents were really intelligent people who never had the opportunity for higher education,” said Snyder of her father, one of 10 children, who never attended high school and worked as a superintendent at Fort Dodge Limestone until his death in 1972, and her mother, who worked in the kitchen at Lutheran Hospital while her husband served in World War II and won the Distinguished Flying Cross as a tail gunner on a B-24 Liberator bomber.
“The five of us girls had very deep blue-collar roots.”
Nancy, the oldest, a self-professed “incurable academic,” retired in 2016 after serving nearly 40 years on the faculty of Wichita State University, most recently as the director of the Hugo Wall School of Public Affairs. She holds a bachelor’s degree in mathematics from Clarke College in Dubuque and master’s and doctorate degrees in economics from Southern Illinois University. In August, Nancy was appointed by Kansas Gov. Laura Kelly to the WSU Board of Trustees. She also serves on the board of directors of Kansas Action for Children, a nonpartisan organization committed to improving the lives of Kansas children and families.
About those sisters: ike her, all St. Edmond High School graduates:
Judy McCarthy, who has an engineering degree from Portland State and an MBA from Temple University, worked for AT&T and then served as manager of the statewide AmeriCorps program; she lives in Des Moines. Cathy, who earned a law degree from George Washington University, worked for a multi-county social welfare organization in Culpepper, Virginia, where she lives. Jean, who earned a bachelor’s degree from Grinnell College and a master’s in public administration from Harvard University, lives in Columbia, Maryland, where she is a systems engineer who consults on internet security issues.Maureen, who has bachelor’s degrees from Upper Iowa University and Georgetown University, lives in Des Moines where she works for Casey’s as an employee relations specialist.
“My family clearly values education and it has served us well,” Snyder said. “Education exposes us to the reality that many other people experience life differently than we do. We all think we’re ‘typical,’ but in fact we’re all limited in our outlooks on life. Education should make us more tolerant and compassionate. Having said that I think it’s a mistake to equate education and college. Everyone doesn’t need to go to college to make important contributions to society. We need lots of different skills to make society and the economy work. I worry that if there’s too much emphasis on degrees and jobs and income, that many hard-working, kind and generous people feel disrespected and undervalued. I believe there’s too much hierarchy in our world. All people deserve to be respected for their contributions, not just those with fancy job titles and high incomes.”
Snyder has lived in Wichita since 1977, moving there with her husband, Jim, when he received a job offer from Wichita State. They met in Dubuque in her first year at Clarke College, introduced by Jim’s roommate at Loras College, Steve Stedman of Fort Dodge.
Jim was drafted into the Army in 1968 and served a year with the Army Signal Corps in Vietnam. They married in 1970 and after nearly 46 years together, Jim died three years ago of a rare and aggressive form of appendix cancer; Nancy believes it originated from his service in the Central Highlands of Vietnam.
Like her sisters and her husband, the education gene passed on to their three children. Oldest daughter Abby has a degree in education from WSU and is a program manager for the AmeriCorps program in the Derby, Kansas, school district. Liz has a bachelor’s in social work from the University of Kansas and a master’s from the University of Minnesota, where she worksfor the UMN Center for Advanced Studies in Child Welfare. Son John has a bachelor’s from Grinnell and a master’s in statistics from Ohio State and lives in Salt Lake City doing statistical analysis in oncology.
“We’re kind of an overeducated family,” Snyder said.
Growing up in the McCarthy home, Snyder recalled, three of the girls shared one bedroom and two were in the other; their parents took the smallest bedroom.
“There was no dithering in the bathroom,” she said. “We did our hair in the dining room where there was a buffet and large mirror. It was great training. I can still be up and ready to go anywhere in about 15 minutes — 30 if I need a shower. The same can’t be said for Maureen, who had the house and Mom to herself for her entire four years of high school!
“My fondest memories of Fort Dodge have to do with the freedom we had. At very young ages we played outside, circled our block endlessly. One of our favorite family stories is when my sister Jean ‘ran away from home’ when she was about 4. My mom watched her all the way and saw her stop at the corner (just two houses down) because she knew she wasn’t allowed to cross the street by herself. She sat there for a while and made it home safe and sound. We were all pretty virtuous rule followers!
“We walked or rode our bikes everywhere. Even in kindergarten I walked the 1.5 blocks to Duncombe School. When I transferred to Corpus Christi in 4th grade, I walked the longer route. It was a different time. Even in Fort Dodge it probably couldn’t be duplicated today.”
At. St. Edmond, two sisters played significant roles in her life, Snyder said.
“Being in debate with Sister Joan Patricia had a huge impact – learning about public policy, civic responsibility. Sister Mary St. David got me so interested in math. I was a math major. She took me and Mary Condon and Diane Jankowiak and taught intro calculus on our own.”
“My Catholic education taught me that the beatitudes and the two great commandments to love God and to love our neighbor as ourselves should guide our lives. I’ve tried to live a life of service to others. Teaching young professionals to be effective local government managers to make sure that democratic institutions function efficiently and effectively for the people, to produce research on public policies related to public finance and social welfare policy and to apply that research to solve problems have been my passion. I believe strongly that individuals like me, who are blessed with good fortune, good parents, good health, and intelligence have a responsibility to help make the world a better place for those who were not so blessed.
“It may sound sappy but there’s never been a minute of my life when I doubted I was loved. That’s huge. It gives you trust in institutions, limits the extent of cynicism that can drive a life. It makes you, at least for me, recognize how important it is to care about the people less fortunate than we are. Recognition of good fortune and a responsibility to make the world a better place – these learned from Catholic schools."
Next on her agenda – “I keep moving, I don’t let myself stand still” – an 11-day cruise tour to the Greek Isles with her other retired sisters, Cathy and Judy. What kind of tour? A Road Scholartour, of course.
Messenger Spotlight: October 6, 2019; Paul Stevens
https://www.messengernews.net/opinion/local-columns/2019/10/education-is-key-foundation-in-nancy-mccarthy-snyders-life/
Decker Truck Line Inc. is Fort Dodge’s ambassador to travelers on the nation’s highways.
Along the millions of miles of U.S. interstates and roadways, the bright red-and-gold semi-trailer trucks operated by its drivers make no secret that they’re from Fort Dodge. The city’s name is emblazoned on the sides of the cabs and the back of the trailers.
And people notice, said Topeka, Kansas-based driver Chad Hazelton, who operates his Decker rig through Illinois, Iowa, Missouri, Kansas, New Mexico and Texas, hauling bakery products from the Pepperidge Farms factory in Downers Grove, Illinois.
“I see Iowa-plated cars and pickups every week,” he said. “With a lot of them, the passenger will look up and smile and wave like they know me. I’m sure it’s because of the name.”
Steve Alliger, who has driven out of the Fort Dodge facility for 22 years, has a sister who lives in the Wichita area.
“I’ve got some relatives who when they travel and see a Decker truck, they always want to see if it’s me,” he said. ”I’ve had some Iowa-plated cars wave at us when they pass on the interstate. It’s the coloring of the cabs, the striping on the side of the trailer.”
The same holds true at Decker’s headquarters in Fort Dodge where Don Decker, president and chairman of the nearly 90-year-old company, said he sometimes receives emails from people who spot Decker trucks – from California to Texas to New York.
“We quietly like to be out there getting the job done,” he said, calling the visibility “gratifying.”
“I got an email from a guy in Queens, New York, who said, ‘I never thought Decker would be seen in New York City’,” he added.
The eye-catching red-and-yellow color scheme has existed since the company’s founding in the early 1930s. Starting with a single Model B Ford truck, Loren Decker and his younger brother, Dale, realized their dream of owning a trucking company. It was involved in those early days with the transportation of canned goods, plumbing fixtures, gypsum products and windmills between Iowa and adjacent states. Don Decker, the son of Dale Decker, said the founders even copyrighted the yellow color – as Decker cream.
Dale Decker served with the Marine Corps during World War II, earning a Purple Heart, and in 1945 rejoined Loren in the business. Those Decker colors, not surprisingly, are similar to the scarlet and gold of the Marines, noted Don Decker, who added, “At one time, we had stickers on the back of every truck – ‘Proud to be a Marine.'” In 1976, Loren retired and sold his interest in the company to Dale and Dale’s two sons, Don and Duane.
The brothers set out to expand the company’s operations, both in size of territory and in the types of commodities transported. In the 10 years that followed, Decker’s revenues increased tenfold and its operations extended to a nationwide system of carrying all types of products under both its nationwide common and contract carrier authority.
In 1993, Don Decker acquired sole ownership of the company. Its management team consists primarily of individuals who have grown within the company as some began their career as drivers. Don Decker is among them: he learned to drive Decker trucks at age 17 while at Fort Dodge Senior High School and continued working there while attending Iowa Central Community College in 1966-68 before going on to Drake.
“I would take a load of meat from IBP, deliver it to Raft Packing Co. in Waterloo and return home at 8 in the morning, in time to get to class at Iowa Central,” he said.
Decker, which employs about 1,050 people, 350 of them based in Fort Dodge, transports flatbed, refrigerated and dry van freight throughout North America. Currently Decker owns about 800 tractors and 1,700 trailers. Corporate offices are located in Fort Dodge, with additional terminals in Davenport; LeMars; Mediapolis; Hammond, Indiana; Bessemer, Alabama; and Missoula, Montana. It also has logistics centers in Des Moines, Missoula and a third set to open Oct. 1 in Nashville.
The privately held company ranks 66th on the 2019 Fleet Owner 500 list of the largest for-hire carriers and is ranked fifth among Iowa carriers. It operates in all 48 contiguous states and in five provinces of Canada. Due to a driver shortage that plagues most trucking companies, Decker has about 55 trucks that are idle.
One truck that is never idle in the fall is a fixture for Iowa State University’s football program. For more than 25 years, a Decker truck – decked out in Iowa State colors – has transported football equipment to all of the Cyclones’ road games. When the Cyclones are playing in Ames, the tractor-trailer sits prominently near the stadium in the parking lot for all to see.
“We do have customers who are loyal University of Iowa fans and I get some static for that,” said Don Decker, who is a graduate of Drake University as is his son Dale, executive vice president and the third generation to be involved in the company.
Dale, 33, is one of two children of Don and his wife Dianne. Daughter Ashley, 30, lives in Nashville where she does styling work for entertainers and is involved in creating the newest Decker logistics office – for moving freight and locating trucks to transport freight.
Decker said the company’s biggest challenge is “attracting and keeping quality truck drivers” – with obstacles that include government regulations on working hours and a lifestyle that some would not enjoy. “It’s hard work – the hours on the road and dealing with traffic, the demands placed on carriers by shippers…The salary? It depends on how hard they want to work – it can be around $70,000 a year, and some can make over $100,000 a year.”
“I just like driving trucks, I go wherever they send me,” said Steve Falliger, who has logged 3 million miles in 22 years as a Decker driver – accident-free and without a traffic ticket – and normally is on the road for two to three weeks at a time. He was named the company’s 2018 Grand Champion Driver and the truck he drives is a Peterbilt cab that was the 2,500thpurchased by Decker from Peterbilt, in July.
Eric Jorgensen, president of JX Enterprises in Hartland, Wisconsin, was the dealership that sold Decker the truck. “We’ve sold more to Decker than any other truck line,” Jorgensen said. He loves the color scheme used. “They’re awesome to see on the road,” he said. “There are other lines that use red and yellow, but they don’t look as good as these Peterbilts.”
Messenger Spotlight: September 1, 2019; Paul Stevens
https://www.messengernews.net/opinion/local-columns/2019/09/decker-trucks-represent-fort-dodge-on-nations-highways/
On many a winter night, Connie and Helen Goodman would climb into their Chevrolet Caprice and start driving west out of Fort Dodge on U.S. 20 to begin their search for a radio signal.
Their objective: to tune into their car radio the frequency of the Sioux City station broadcasting the North High School basketball games of their grandson Tommy John Goodman – who played for his father Tom, their son, in the early 1980s.
“They’d sometimes drive as far as Sac City before getting a good signal,” said Tom. “They’d listen to the game and then drive back to their home in Fort Dodge.”
After all, it was about family — and basketball.
The Goodman family is “The First Family” of Iowa basketball with four in the Iowa High School Basketball Hall of Fame: Connie, who coached 27 years at seven different schools including 12 years at Fort Dodge Senior High; his son Tom, who was a two-time All-State guard at FDSH and played four years at Iowa State University before a coaching career of 31 years at eight different schools, and Tom’s two sons, Tommy John, a 5-foot-9 guard (like his father) who twice was a first-team All-Stater at Sioux City North, and Jay, a 6-foot first-team All-State guard for FDSH when the team, coached by his father, won the 1988 state championship.
On June 24, tragedy struck the family when Tommy John, who lived in Altoona with his wife Heidi and their three sons, died suddenly at home. He had been diagnosed with cancer less than two months earlier and had undergone surgery at the Mayo Clinic 11 days before his death — caused by a pulmonary embolism. He was 52. A year earlier, he had been named to the Des Moines Register’s list of the Top 50 greatest Iowa high school boys’ basketball players of all time.
“People say they’re sorry all the time, but nothing can really be said,” his father said. “When you lose a child, it’s devastating. Life is really short. You’ve got to take advantage of every day, whether it’s in the classroom or on a basketball court or wherever. You’ve got to stay positive in your life and make things happen.”
“Nobody is immune,” said Tom’s wife, Connie Davies Goodman, who was preparing that fateful morning to go to Tommy and Heidi’s house to watch their boys. “He had told me, ‘Tell the boys to text me when they need a ride to a workout.’ He was always taking care of his kids.”
At a celebration of life for Tommy, more than 600 people attended from 19 states. Among them were former Iowa quarterback Chuck Long and retired William Jewell College coach Larry Holley, who brought five players from Tommy’s 1987-88 team that went a school-record 32-2.
Flowers were sent by Carroll native Nick Nurse, who in his first year as head coach led the Toronto Raptors to the 2019 NBA championship in June. He recalled competing in high school against Tommy and North in a summer league tournament leading up to the 1984-85 season when Nurse led his Carroll Kuemper team to the 1985 3A state championship.
“I remember him being a scoring machine,” Nurse said, “fast and quick, sometimes getting up to the rim to take his shots. We had never seen North play — now we knew who everybody was talking about.” The two stayed in touch and until recent years enjoyed golfing together twice a year at The Harvester Golf Club northeast of Des Moines. “He was a good dude, we always had a lot of laughs when we were on the course.” Nurse was shocked when he learned of Tommy’s death and his thoughts immediately went to his family — “That’s the first thing you think about when things like this happen, the family and the kids.”
Fort Dodge and sports coursed through Tommy’s veins — from the families of both of his parents.
Connie’s father Glen Davies, who directed the Fort Dodge YMCA and gave Tommy his first Y membership card, was inducted into the International Volleyball Hall of Fame in 1989. He was regarded as one of the premier volleyball officials in the world, working the first four Olympics for the sport.
“My dad really treasured his friendships as Tommy did. They both made friends easily,” Connie Goodman said. “Tommy got his optimism from both grandmothers. Sports was everything to both our families. It taught a lot of life’s lessons. Sports and family were the most important things in Tommy’s life.
“Fort Dodge meant the world to Tommy because it meant so much to his dad. He always kind of considered himself a Dodger — he would have loved to play for Fort Dodge. We were always showing his boys things around town — Dodger Stadium, the apple orchard, the Fort Museum — things that make Fort Dodge unique. He never really lived there but he felt like he was a member of it. When he made sales calls, he would be asked, ‘Are you the Fort Dodge Goodman?’ He would say, ‘Yes I am.'”
North traveled to Fort Dodge to play the Dodgers during Tommy’s senior season, a chance for him to play in the same gymnasium where his dad once starred. Despite his 11 three-point goals and 37 points, the Dodgers won, 82-73.
Connie and Tom started dating in their junior year at FDSH and were married in 1966, Tom’s sophomore year at Iowa State. Thomas (Tommy) John Goodman was born in Ames on April 26, 1967, and his brother Jay was born 2 ¢ years later, in Tom’s senior year with the Cyclones.
Five months after Jay was born, Tom graduated and the young family of four was off on his coaching journey that began with three seasons at HLV of Victor, where his team was state runner-up in 1973, and one year at Emmetsburg before he landed the coaching job at Sioux City North.
“We competed every day growing up,” said Jay, who is an Iowa City Realtor and manages rental properties. “It could be whiffle ball, basketball, any sport — I learned how to compete from watching him play. He was a real competitor and the bigger the game, the better he played. He was my idol in basketball growing up. We became really best friends as adults, we talked all the time. We had three boys each, he was a great dad. I still find myself trying to text him even now.”
Tommy’s father was his coach at Sioux City North for his three varsity seasons. North went to the state tournament during Tommy’s sophomore season, and his 27-point-per-game scoring average his senior year was the best in Iowa that season. That scoring average remains the best in Sioux City history and his career total of 1,140 points was second highest in Sioux City history.
Tommy earned a scholarship to William Jewell College in suburban Kansas City and the NAIA team was 84-12 during his three seasons. He tore an ACL his sophomore year and later that season was injured in an automobile accident and played one more season before deciding not to go out for his senior year.
Tom Goodman coached Jay for his junior year at Sioux City East and his senior year at FDSH when the Dodgers, led by Wade Lookingbill and Jay, both All-Staters (with Lookingbill eventually moving on to play at Iowa) won the state title. Jay played at Utah State University, averaging 15 points a game over three seasons, and signed an NBA contract with the Golden State Warriors in 1993. He started an exhibition game against the Denver Nuggets at Veterans Auditorium in Des Moines, where he had last played in his state championship season, and was the last player cut from the 11-player team after that game.
After graduating from Jewell, Tommy began a career in sales that eventually took him to Denver where he met his wife Heidi Smith, who was from Altoona. Heidi played basketball at Southeast Polk and in her junior and senior years, her teams finished as state runner-up. Tom had coached her brother Tyler Smith at Southeast Polk.
“Tommy was so kind to others, especially kids,” Heidi said. “He was always looking out for the kid who couldn’t afford the tryout fee or needed a piece of equipment and he would see that he got it for them. Ironically, he always looked out for the ones without fathers. We have to carry on. Tommy would be disappointed if we didn’t.”
Tate, their oldest son at 16, will be a junior on the varsity basketball team at Southeast Polk; Quinn, 15, wrestles on the junior varsity team, and Bode, 12, plays baseball and basketball. All three of Jay’s sons are playing basketball: Joe, 17, is a point guard for Iowa City West and also competes in track; Ryan, 15, a freshman, is on the football, basketball and track teams, and Eric, 10, is playing fourth-grade basketball and football.
Connie’s grandmotherly advice to her sons and their families: “Remember they are only kids and it is a TEAM sport. They will make mistakes but enjoy it regardless.”
Tommy was “the kid who never grew up,” Tom said, and Connie added, “Tommy treasured his friendships and family. He never had really down times. One thing Heidi’s brother said, he had never met anybody who had an unlimited fun budget and a wife that let him spend it.”
Tommy and Heidi built a basketball court for their boys in their backyard — just as Tom’s dad did for him at their home on Eighth Avenue North in Fort Dodge, all those many years ago.
After all, it was about family — and basketball.
Messenger Spotlight: August 4, 2019
https://www.messengernews.net/opinion/local-columns/2019/08/this-familys-legacy-is-basketball/
A love of poetry and literature is a generational thing for Maureen Micus Crisick — a love inherited from her grandmother and mother, shared with her brother Ed and extended to her own two daughters.
“Writing for me is hearing the sounds and the rhythm of the words,” she said. “I just fell in love with the language. It’s in my DNA.”
Crisick has combined her love of poetry with a second passion — the north African country of Morocco, where a collection of her poems was published in 2018 in a book printed in both English and Arabic and where she founded the Moroccan Angels Project that helps further the education of girls in need. She lives in Walnut Creek, California, with her husband William.
The seeds of her life’s passions were planted at the Micus home, a “little green house” on Second Avenue South, since demolished, across the street from Sacred Heart Catholic Church, where her mother Ruth Flattery Micus raised five children — Annamarie, twin brothers Ed and Bill, Maureen, and Mary Beth. Four were born in Chicago and Mary Beth was born in Fort Dodge. As a single mother, Ruth supported the family working as a secretary at Fort Dodge Laboratories. Her brother was District Court Judge Edward J. Flattery, who died in 1999.
The parents and grandparents of Ruth Flattery were pioneer farmers in the Fort Dodge area. She attended a two-room country school and was exposed to poetry when her mother Anna (who married Michael Flattery at Sacred Heart Church in 1905) would clip poems published in the Fort Dodge Messenger and put them into a booklet.
“My mother was from the old school, the old days of recitation,” Crisick said. “She had memorized those poems — Tennyson, Edgar Allen Poe and others — while on the farm. When she had her own family, she was always reciting those poems from memory. My brother Eddie said we grew up in iambic parameter. That was my mother’s style. ‘Oh mom,’ we’d say, ‘stop that, we’re on the 40th verse’.”
When she was a sophomore at St. Edmond High School, Crisick wrote her first poem and it was published in the school newspaper. “I was all of 16 years old,” she said.
All five Micus children graduated from St. Edmond and three of them — Ed, Bill and Maureen — are graduates of Mankato State University (now Minnesota State University). Bill attended the school on a football scholarship and Ed returned to Mankato to serve 20 years as assistant director of its Center for Academic Success. Ed, who Crisick said “had a great influence on my direction in life,” published a collection of his poems in 2009 in a book called The Infirmary that included stories from growing up in Fort Dodge and his U.S. Army service in Vietnam where he was wounded in combat.
When she graduated from Mankato State with a bachelor’s degree in English in 1969, Crisick said, a girlfriend suggested they move to California to look for jobs. “Off we went, I had $60 in my pocket,” she said. Crisick was a student teacher at the American School Foundation in Mexico City and in 1970 was hired to teach English and speech at Saint Vincent Ferrer High School in Vallejo, California. She later earned a master’s degree in creative writing from San Francisco State University and taught at the University of Phoenix Northern California campus.
Crisick introduced her daughters Rachel and Rebecca to poetry and, just as her own mother had done for her, she made it an everyday part of their lives growing up.
“We read poetry at the kitchen table. We would have this little ritual when they were 8 or 9 and we were going to school. I would throw out a line, say from T.S. Eliot, ‘Let us go then you and I’ — and they would give the next line, ‘As the evening is set against the sky.'”
Rachel, who has worked as a freelance writer, is married to Chris Hopkins and they have two daughters, Mae and Camille. Rebecca is an instructor at the San Francisco Art Institute.
Rachel had a hand in introducing her mother to Morocco while studying journalism in Spain.
“I came for a visit, and there was an opportunity to hop-skip to Morocco, only seven miles across the Strait of Gibraltar to Tangier,” Crisick said. “I thought, Why not? I booked a seven-day tour of Morocco, and when the time came to leave the country, I said to Morocco, ‘I’ll be back some day.’ So 20 years later when I applied for a Fulbright grant to teach American literature and poetry at a university near Rabat, I checked the little box on the form for Morocco and Voila! One click of the pen and a life changes.”
Crisick won a Fulbright Senior Scholar grant to Morocco in 2000-01 and was a professor of American Literature at the University of Kenitra. The experience spawned a love affair with Morocco — “full of kind people, gorgeous countryside, wonderful food, friendly people. If you invite a Moroccan to coffee at a cafe, plan on spending the whole afternoon!”
Her poetry work has been published in a variety of literary publications over the years and she has collaborated with other writers. Last year, she published her first solo book — “Going There” — that contains a collection of her poems — with subjects spanning Iowa to Morocco. The book was published in Casablanca — half in English, half in Arabic — and is being sold in Egypt, Tunisia, Lebanon, Saudi Arabia — and Morocco and the United States.
“I probably have written 200 to 300 poems over the years,” Crisick said. “But it’s not the quantity. I try to make each one good because they mean so much to me. I usually rewrite each 20 to 30 times.”
Her Moroccan Angels Project was started in 2015 as a way to help girls ranging in age from 13 to 17, many of them living in houses with dirt floors and no running water, to go on to high school in Foum Jamaa, 20 miles away. They live in a dormitory with bunk beds, running water and showers while attending classes during the school week and then return to their homes on weekends. The project covers the cost of room and board for a year.
“I spend a fair amount of time in the little Moroccan village, each spring and fall, so I know the 22 families, and all are in need,” she said. “Most live on the equivalent of 8 to 10 dollars per day. So it’s not difficult to find girls attending 8th grade (the last grade of primary school in the village), and who want to go on to high school. I stay in contact with the 8th grade teachers and find out which girls are motivated and the ones with the best grades.”
Crisick first covered the cost on her own but is now getting donations from family and from friends in the United States and Morocco. Tuition is provided by the Moroccan government.
“Last year, we had enough money for six angels (one in law school),” she said. “I paid their fees directly to the school, and had a little left over to take the kids tennis shoe shopping. Tennis shoes were required for their PE classes. They were thrilled. Later, their mothers left baskets of warm bread. Who could not love a woman who leaves fresh bread at your door?”
Messenger Spotlight: July 7, 2019; Paul Stevens
Growing up in Fort Dodge, Tom Holmquist had a normal childhood until his father died unexpectedly in 1957 when he was 10 years old and “my mother who worked to support us did not know what to do with me.”
“She went to the YMCA for ideas and I was given a free membership to the Y,” he recalled. “My free membership turned out to be a life sentence. I grew up there and worked at the Y during high school. After graduating and attending Iowa Central, I transferred to the University of Kansas and earned my degree. I spent 34 years as a YMCA professional director, in Topeka, Kansas, back in Fort Dodge from 1979 to 1983 as executive director, and in Wichita Falls, Texas, until retirement.”
Holmquist is among thousands whose lives were impacted in a positive way by the actions of Fort Dodge business leaders back in 1891 who formed the city’s first Young Men’s Christian Association.
The Fort Dodge YMCA initially leased rooms in a building owned by Webster County that were probably used to provide temporary housing for homeless men, records show. Over the years, the Y became a gathering place for athletics and social events and today, under a new name, its successor focuses on physical training, recreation and exercise for 4,200 adults, senior citizens and youth who are members.
Technically, the YMCA of Fort Dodge no longer exists. It was dropped from the YMCA’s national roster because of policy differences in 2010 and was replaced by what is known as the Fort Dodge Community Recreation Center — known as The REC.
“We are continuing the long tradition of the YMCA in Fort Dodge by promoting healthy living, positive youth development and social responsibility,” said Randy Kuhlman, who was chairman of the YMCA board when the change occurred and is chairman of the REC. Both are nonprofit organizations.
“Like the former Fort Dodge YMCA, we provide scholarships for youth and families that are economically disadvantaged and do not have the financial means to pay the full membership fee. We will not turn a youngster away from being a member or participating in youth sports programs because he or she does not have the ability to pay. The Rec Center conducts a Partner in Youth fundraising campaign every year to help cover the membership costs for youth from low income families. Also, unlike most other YMCAs and private fitness centers, the Fort Dodge Rec continues to provide free childcare when mom or dad comes to the Rec to work out. This is a very significant benefit for families with young children. We also partner with local middle schools to provide a place for youth for swimming lessons. (Our new middle school does not have a pool.) We do this because it is important for kids to learn how to swim, both for fun and also safety reasons.”
Many baby boomers recall the YMCA from its days in the original YMCA building, opened in 1911 at a cost of $70,000 at 600 First Ave. N. on land donated by O.M. Oleson, and the Fort Dodge Family YMCA opened in January 1965 at 1422 First Ave. S. The original Y had Family Nights when women and girls could come and swim and participate with their family, Holmquist said. The new Y was designed with locker rooms and facilities for women and girls to cater to both sexes. The new Y was opened at a cost of $1 million through a fundraising project that included Ed Breen, Fred Seifer, Herb Bennett and Board Chairman George Gildemeister.
The boomers most often recall people like Glen Davies, who was the Y’s executive director from 1957 to 1966; Bruce Wilde, longtime athletics director who with his wife Jackie were pioneers for Fort Dodge volleyball; and Jerry Patterson, who served as youth and family program director, formed a strong youth baseball program ,and also coached the Fort Dodge Demons baseball club. “Jerry once told me his dream was to own a circus,” Holmquist said, “and now with ballpark Patterson Field and Y, he finally had one.”
It was Davies who led the lobbying for construction of a new YMCA at 15th and First when the original building was in desperate need of updates. By engaging the community and although enduring various setbacks, his daughter Connie Davies Goodman said, fundraising on the “new” Y was successful. “My dad was perfect for his career choice,” she said. “He loved community work, physical activity, people and most of all kids!” Davies died in 2013.
Wilde was hired by Davies to be physical director at the Y and he was active in establishing a volleyball program and the Makowaian Indian program. At 87, he lives in a Phoenix suburb and still plays volleyball, in a swimming pool. His wife, Jackie, who coached the Dodgers to two state championships during her 21-year career, died last year.
Renee Netland Rockow recalled playing volleyball at the old YWCA, with the coaching of the Wildes. “That was in the days just before organized high school girls competition,” she said. “They were great coaches and as the youngest on the team, I learned a lot about volleyball and life!”
John Clements, a retired Kansas City banker who frequented the Y in the late 1950s and early 60s, recalled that a youth membership cost $5 a year. Bob “Barney” Barnhill was the youth director then and was best known as the founder of the Makowaian Indian group — an all-male membership, later succeeded by Tawamana for females, the evolution of which was the Wawoyaka group for adults. “In addition to honoring the spirit of the ancient red man,” Clements said, “the groups replicated authentic American Indian costuming and collectables and participated in numerous area parades and events, including events out at the old Fort Museum.”
One of the city’s finest basketball players ever, Tom Goodman, an All-Stater at Fort Dodge Senior High who played at Iowa State University, got an early start on his game when his dad, longtime coach Connie Goodman, bought him a Y membership in the mid-1950s when he was in the third or fourth grade.
“I remember being so excited that I could walk into the Y without paying anything — now to be able to get dressed in the old dressing room down in the dungeon beneath the gym in my gym shorts and shirt and Converse basketball shoes,” Goodman said. “Then I would climb the 20 or 25 old wooden steps upward to the door leading out into this magnificent gymnasium. At least for a youngster in grade school, it felt magnificently like heaven. Two main baskets and four baskets on the side walls. What more could a pint-size kid like myself ask for?”
Goodman recalled taking a break for lunch at the Y lunch counter — chili was 50 cents — and before going home, stopping at the Y’s candy case in the basement to buy a package of Sugar Babies for 5 cents. “Off I would go, with my gym shoestrings tied together over my shoulder and my gym shorts inside the shoes and start my seven-block walk home through the alleys of Fort Dodge. … I learned a lot from the Y — how to meet new friends, how to get along with people, how to improve as a basketball player by playing against better players in junior college at the Y on Saturday afternoons when I was in junior and senior high school. That pass that my dad bought for me back in the ’50s was the greatest gift I ever received.”
Steve Lenier recalled spending lots of time in the YMCA game room and swimming pool. “But the biggest memory,” he said, “was day camp at Dolliver Park. Ride out and back on a bus each day for a week or so, hang out, do crafts, go hiking, sing songs. I discovered gooseberries for the first time on a bush there, loved ’em, especially when my grandma later made a gooseberry pie.” One of MaryJo Denklau’s favorite Dolliver memories was “learning how to rappel off the cliffs, hiking, learning about the Indian burial grounds and so much more.”
Many recall the popularity of the swimming pool at both Y locations. Sharon Neighbors’ father-in-law, Jim Neighbors Sr., was custodian at the old YMCA and told the story on how Kautzky’s Sporting Goods would bring its new wooden lures to the pool to try out their action. “Of course,” she said, “this was handy because they were located just across the street. So, the pool needed to be checked since occasionally a treble hook would be found!”
Today, the Fort Dodge REC has four locations, said Dave Pearson, executive director of the YMCA and Fort Dodge REC since 2006. Besides the main building at 15th Street, there is an exercise facility at Iowa Central Community College, a multipurpose cross training facility at the old Fareway Store location at Second Avenue South and Seventh Street, and a 24-hour fitness center at Fifth Avenue South and 21st Street purchased from Snap Fitness in 2015. Iowa Central owns the facility on its campus and does not allow those under age 18 to use it; the partnership led to the ending of the Fort Dodge Y’s relationship with the national YMCA, Pearson said.
Among programs designed for kindergarteners through sixth-graders — in partnership with the city’s Parks and Recreation Department — are basketball, flag football, martial arts, aquatic programs, soccer and baseball at the facility. Adults are offered more than 50 different classes that include Pilates, cycle, step, boot camp, yoga, core strengthening, Zumba and blast.
The REC has found heightened interest among baby boomers in using the pool for low-impact exercise and has increased the number of water fitness classes. “Something that has really skyrocketed is pickleball,” Pearson said, with a day league that often has people waiting and a night league. He said fitness classes are the most popular offering and that more men are joining them, with classes now 50-50, male-female.
Kuhlman said Fort Dodge REC is working with the city on a new location with the proposed Warden Plaza restoration project. The Recreation Center would be a $20 million to $22 million venture, he said, and the hope is to begin the fundraising phase this summer. “Our hope is, if all goes well, we would begin design and break ground as early as fall of 2020.”
Messenger Spotlight: June 2, 2019; Paul Stevens
Life brings us what we call “teaching moments” — and from the time Phyllis Bush began her teaching career as a 22-year-old until she drew her last breath in March at the age of 75, she provided plenty of such moments to her students, family, friends and fellow educators.
Over her 32-year teaching career, the Fort Dodge native taught English to thousands of students in Illinois and Indiana. But when faced with colon cancer that could not be contained, she taught another, more important lesson: how to die with courage, grace and dignity while maintaining a strong will to live.
Phyllis Daniel Bush was a teacher to the very end.
“When she was in the oncology unit for her second or third chemo treatment,” recalled Donna Roof, her spouse, “there was a lady sitting right behind us who appeared nervous and apprehensive. Phyllis started talking to her. She worked very hard to assuage her fears. This was a person she had never met, a stranger. She was able to get people to face their fears or assuage their fears, to let them know — ‘You can do this’ — whether it’s a student with a 20-page paper to write or a stranger taking chemo.”
Last December, when it was clear that the cancer could not be overcome, Bush began making preparations for the limited time she had left, including writing her own obituary and planning with Roof her memorial services that were to be held Saturday at Trinity Episcopal Church in Fort Wayne, Indiana, her home city. She died March 19 while under hospice care.
In the obituary, Bush wrote, “I am fortunate to be surrounded by family and friends whose love and support made me realize that there is good in the world, and it is worth fighting for. When you come to celebrate my life, you will meet people who have influenced my life and/or have been a major part of it. It is then that you will know who I am, and who I’ve been.”
Phyllis A. Daniel was born in Fort Dodge on August 7, 1943, the youngest child of John and Renee Daniel. Phyllis’ father and his father, Ferris Daniel, founded Daniel Tire Co. (now operated by relatives Steve and Jeff Daniel) and in 1963, her father and her brother John opened Daniel Pharmacy, which John has been operating to this day at 1114 Central Ave. Her sister Joan taught in Fort Dodge and Webster City.
“My dad and granddad were strong-willed, and my sister got some of that,” said John, a pharmacist like his son John III, part of a family business that includes a gift shop, home decor and Merle Norman studio operated by John’s daughter Mary Kay Daniel. “Phyllis was smart and she really communicated well. In our neighborhood softball games, she was strong. She could hit the ball better than most of us. I remember when she learned to ride a bike — I was running alongside her, it took her just a half hour to learn. She was pretty determined, strong-willed.”
Sarah Kercheval, who was Bush’s best friend in high school, said it was no surprise she became a teacher.
“She admired her teachers, and they admired her,” Kercheval said. “In high school, one of the English teachers had a son who was about to be married. The teacher asked Phyllis to come to her house for dinner and wanted help in planning a shower for the bride-to-be. Phyllis helped with the menu (I think it was something that included little sausages covered with grape jelly) and concocted some shower games like naming their first baby after a famous author. Think about it. A teacher actually asking a student for help. And later, much later, when Phyllis blogged about what Cancer-Schmantzer was doing to her body, her students would respond with love and sympathy.”
Rosemary Steinmaus Kolacia, a fellow member of the Fort Dodge Senior High Class of 1961, knew Bush from junior high school on.
“She lived at Expo Pool in the summer as did I,” Kolacia said. “We became better friends after she was out of college and teaching. She never missed a class reunion. I would ask her to give our class some sort of speech at the reunion programs. She was so eloquent. She always ended up doing it but it was not her favorite thing to do. Sometimes she agreed to do it but only for me. Once I had to promise her a visit to us in Florida and she would agree. I loved her and will miss her. Oh, how I wish she would have willed me her vocabulary.”
After a year at Fort Dodge Community College, she transferred to the University of Iowa where she earned a degree in English and met her future husband, Richard Bush, also an education student. They married and had a son, David, who works in the software business in Indianapolis and has two sons of his own, Evan, 14, and Aiden, 12. David said his parents divorced when he was in the eighth grade and that his father died several years ago.
Bush’s 32-year teaching career began in Rockford, Illinois. The majority of her career was spent at South Side High School in Fort Wayne where she served as English Department chair and where she met Roof, who also taught in the English department.
One of Bush’s students at South Side, Josh Klugman, a professor of sociology at Temple University, shared fond memories from her class as a senior in 1993-94:
“Ms. Bush was great,” he said. “She would have us write journals and she would give us compassionate and sensitive feedback on our narratives about our lives and the novels we were reading. She would also have us do ‘hourlongs’ which were lengthy hour-long book reports at the end of the school year. I did War and Peace and I am always grateful to her for pushing me to challenge myself by reading that hulking novel and trying to process it in an intelligent way. We would have lengthy class discussions about the novels we were reading and she was able to get everyone involved in the discussions. Her passing is a loss for education, not just for what she brought to the teaching profession, but also her political activism against “choice” and the other fashionable prevailing winds in education.”
Kercheval recalled that after retirement from teaching, Bush “turned to the politics of education. She was a lion, testifying at numerous hearings in defense of public schools and public school teachers. She continued to write and speak of the unfairness of the hours Indiana public school teachers were forced to work, of the number of classes they were forced to teach and the number of students in each class. She pointed out how homeschoolers and charter schools were eating up funds that should have been marked for the public school system. Truly she was fearless in her defense of a quality education for all.”
In 2012 Bush founded the grassroots public education group, Northeast Indiana Friends of Public Education. She served on the board of directors for the Network for Public Education, which last year established the Phyllis Bush Award for Grassroots Organizing.
When she was diagnosed two years ago with cancer — Cancer-Schmantzer, she called it — Bush started a blog, “Kind of a Big Dill,” and wrote: ‘While all of this may seem quite scary, I always find that the more I know and understand, the better I can deal with whatever hand is dealt to me.”
Jane Bice Borchers, who was a year behind Phyllis at FDSH, recalled a phone conversation right after Bush learned the news of her cancer’s spread to Stage 4 in which Bush said, “I got the news today that my expiration date is coming sooner than I wanted.” Added Borchers, “She kept her droll sense of humor right to the very end. She made me laugh and I think that helped her too. She was a presence, she was one in a million.”
Roof said she and Bush had been together 25 years when they decided to marry. The intent was to have a private ceremony at the Allen County Courthouse in Fort Wayne, but some of her former students learned about it and about 40 showed up to witness the union. The presiding judge was one of Bush’s former students. “It showed the love the students had for her,” Roof said.
When not advocating for education, Bush enjoyed reading, walking her dogs (Max Quigley and MacGyver), playing tennis, watching the Chicago Cubs, and traveling.
Then there was “Gramma Camp.” Her son David said his two boys “went up to their house every year since they were born. My mom would pack their agenda with a lot of activities, which would include the zoo, Chicago Cubs games, meeting with friends, playing games in the yard and many other unique activities she would organize based on the time of year and ages.
“She left us with a love of world travel, acceptance of others, integrity, education, work ethic, and the energy to be fully committed to anything we were passionate about.”
Messenger Spotlight: May 5, 2019; Paul Stevens
Joe Rosenthal’s photo of that iconic event on Feb. 23, 1945, taken in his role as an Associated Press combat photographer, is considered by many to be the greatest and most influential image of World War II — and one of the best photographs ever taken.
The negative of his photo depicting six U.S. Marines raising the American flag atop Mount Suribachi during the Battle of Iwo Jima, a small island in the Pacific Ocean, is stored securely in the AP’s Photo Library at its worldwide headquarters in New York City. It is seldom used for printing; a high-quality copy negative is available for routine prints.
One of a handful of prints developed from that original 4-inch by 5-inch negative shortly after the photo was taken is displayed on a wall in the Nashville, Tennessee, home of Fort Dodge native Paul Wright. The print is among a host of historical war photos handed down to him and his sisters Vickie Hoskey and Kit Krussel, by their father, Don Wright, who witnessed the flag raising from the USS Eldorado as a Navy chief petty officer and later was a longtime e
mployee of Shimkat Motor Co.
The photo, which won a Pulitzer Prize, was the centerpiece of a war-bond poster that helped raise $26 billion in 1945. On July 11, before the war had ended, it appeared on a United States postage stamp. Nine years later it became the model for the Marine Corps War Memorial in Arlington, Virginia.
Now Wright’s family is trying to find a home for the Iwo Jima print and other of their father’s treasured photos from the war. Among them is a photo showing U.S. servicemen bound and kneeling by the graves they were forced to dig, with Japanese soldiers holding swords behind their heads moments before they were beheaded. Wright mailed it home to his mother in Cass Lake, Minnesota, for safekeeping.
“It is my understanding,” said Vickie Hoskey, who lives three blocks from her sister, Kit, at Holiday Lake north of Brooklyn, Iowa, “that our dad’s large WWII photo collection has long been in need of a final resting place for display where future generations can benefit from them while they are still ‘museum quality.’ They have, against all odds, survived 40-plus years in a cardboard box in our open-air attic in Fort Dodge, two house floods in our Marshalltown home, six major moves and dozens of my classroom viewings (before and after the Smithsonian educated me about gloves, humidity, extreme temperatures and human fingerprints).”
The Smithsonian in Washington showed interest in several of the photos, she said, “but we debated for years about whether any of our family or relatives would ever travel as far as D.C. to view.”
The family’s quest to find a home for their father’s treasures is not unique among today’s Baby Boomers — many of whom no longer have living parents and must decide the fate of their treasured belongings, especially those with historical significance.
“Deciding what to do with family papers can be a daunting task,” said Valerie Komor, director of the AP’s Corporate Archives, who has been an archivist for nearly 30 years. “I know, because I have faced this problem with both my father’s and mother’s papers.
“In large part, the answer depends on how much space you currently have for storage. If you have a garage or storage room that has a decent constant temperature, you can place materials in air tight plastic storage bins and sort through them at your leisure. I said, ‘at your leisure’, not never! Having some extra space can buy you some time to make more considered decisions.
“If your family member has a substantial amount of material — that is, correspondence, diaries, printed materials, scrapbooks, and photographs, that document an important period, long career, or signal achievement, you might consider donating the material to this person’s alma mater. Universities and colleges always have an archive and special collections department (look at the library listings at the institution’s website) with a mission to document the lives of distinguished students.”
If the papers shed light on the Holocaust, World War II, or another significant period in American history, she said, they can consider such institutions as the United States Memorial Holocaust Museum in Washington or the National World War II Museum/Collections and Archives in New Orleans.
“Dad’s photos were stored in a cardboard box, in our attic in Fort Dodge, uncovered for 50 years or more,” said Paul Wright, who, like his dad, served in the Navy, from 1968-72. “I am amazed they survived and are in great shape. The Iwo Jima print wasn’t framed during that timeframe, and I don’t remember ever seeing it displayed at home or at dad’s office at Shimkat Motors.”
Don Wright joined Ed and George Shimkat in their Fort Dodge Chrysler dealership in 1949 and was general manager of the agency until he went into semi-retirement in 1978. Wright died in 1990 at the age of 76. His wife Anne died in 1995.
While assigned to the Eldorado, he was topside with other sailors who viewed the flag raising from about 1,000 yards away, he said in an earlier interview with The Messenger. “It was a moving sight, one I will certainly never forget.”
Wright, who was in charge of the secret mail office on Admiral R.K. Turner’s flagship, said a good friend gave him one of eight original prints of the flag raising. He served on the Eldorado until the Japanese surrender on Aug. 15, 1945.
One of his scrapbooks contains copies of messages from the U.S. Naval Communication Service telling of Emperor Hirohito’s willingness to negotiate for peace and the acceptance of “terms of the Potsdam Declaration.” The historic conference of Allied and Japanese leaders was held at the Imperial Palace at “His Majesty’s initiative,” one of the messages states.
Early on the day Rosenthal made the flag picture, he was aboard the Eldorado — the command ship of the invasion — to photograph Secretary of the Navy James Forrestal with Marine commander Howard (Howling Mad) Smith, said Hal Buell, retired AP Photos director who wrote a book, “Uncommon Valor, Common Virtue,” on how Rosenthal made the photo. “It was moments later when he slipped and fell in the ocean as he transferred from the Eldorado to a smaller vessel for the ride to Iwo shore. He thought he was a goner but the ships pulled apart and Joe was hauled out of the water into the smaller vessel.
That’s when he heard radio chatter about the Marine plan to take the top of Suribachi. On shore he picked up a new helmet and headed for what he called Suribachi-yama.”
After Rosenthal took the photo, he made his way offshore to the Eldorado where all film and most text was flown daily to Guam, headquarters of the War Time Still Photo Pool. His film was developed and immediately recognized as a “picture for all time.”
Messenger Spotlight: April 7, 2019; Paul Stevens
Back in November, Matt Breen found himself awash in memories as he and a television camera crew from KTIV-TV in Sioux City visited the Warden Plaza in his hometown of Fort Dodge.
The now-vacant building at the corner of Ninth Street and First Avenue South once was the home of KVFD-AM radio — the city’s first radio station, founded 80 years ago by his grandfather, Fort Dodge broadcasting icon Edward J. Breen, who also launched the city’s first television station, KQTV.
The Warden was where Matt cut his teeth in broadcasting nearly 30 years ago when the Radio Club of Fort Dodge Senior High met Sundays at the KVFD studios to produce a half-hour weekly program.
“It looks very different,” said Breen, evening news anchor at KTIV since 2002, who was back home for a promotional campaign filming to “give our viewers a glimpse of who we are, and not just what we do.”
“The building hasn’t been inhabited for more than 15 years. The drop-down ceiling had fallen in. Windows have been broken out. When KVFD moved its studios, all of the broadcasting equipment was removed. Many of the walls between the studios were missing.
“But I could still find my grandfather’s old office. There, among the wood-paneled walls. I could still imagine him sitting behind his desk looking out the window on to First Avenue South. Maybe he was preparing the newscast that day. Maybe he was preparing his commentary. Though I don’t have memories of him in that setting, I could imagine what it was like. And, that made me very proud. In a sense, broadcasting is the family business, and my hope is that I can carry on that legacy. And, that my grandfather would be proud of what I am doing today.”
A year ago, Breen was honored for his work as an anchor, producer and reporter by the Iowa Broadcast News Association when it presented him its highest honor, the Jack Shelley Award, for “outstanding contribution to the cause of professional broadcast journalism in Iowa.” His grandfather is a member of the association’s Hall of Fame.
Breen was only 5 years old when his grandfather died in 1978 and has “impressions” of him, including watching logs float by his home along the Des Moines River. Matt’s mother Ann was an elementary school teacher and his father Fred was an attorney and district associate court judge. They divorced when he was 25. His mother lives in Fort Dodge with her husband David “Buzz” Powers. His father, who later in his career became a senior judge, is retired in Des Moines.
“My father was an attorney and both my grandfathers were attorneys,” Matt said. “It took my first pre-law class in college (University of Northern Iowa) to understand that the practice of law had nothing to do with the TV shows I watched, like LA Law.”
Breen returned to Fort Dodge and earned an associate of arts degree at Iowa Central Community College. He continued his education at Northwest Missouri State University in Maryville, recommended to him by a high school friend for its hands-on journalism program. He worked on the campus radio and television stations and was co-sports editor of the campus newspaper.
He was hired in 1996 as a general assignment reporter at KTIV — the station where NBC’s Tom Brokaw got his start — and moved to its sister station in Rochester, Minnesota, as a co-anchor before returning to KTIV as morning and noon anchor, later adding evening news anchor to his duties.
It was at KTIV that he met his wife Bridget, who was an evening newscast producer at the time and worked her way up to become general manager of the station, owned by Quincy Media Inc. of Quincy, Illinois. They have three children — RJ, 17, and Elizabeth, 15, who both attend Heelan High School, and Jason, 14, who is in eighth grade at Holy Cross School, Blessed Sacrament Center.
“I am a parent of three teens and I want to be as supportive of their interests as my parents were of my own,” said Breen, whose siblings are Liz, who works in home construction in Viera, Florida, and Jed, who teaches English in Beijing, China. “My parents never pressured me to become a lawyer, never pressured me to do what they expected. I was allowed to explore, and whether I succeeded or failed, my parents were supportive of it all.”
Another member of Ed Breen’s family did well in the journalism business. His nephew (and Matt’s cousin), also named Ed Breen, is a member of the Indiana Journalism Hall of Fame after work at newspapers in Marion and Fort Wayne. In retirement he does an early morning drivetime radio show, “Good Morning Grant County” where, like his uncle, he provides commentary and a forum for listeners.
Matt Breen said the Missouri River flooding in 2011 was the biggest story he ever covered.
“Most imagine a flood that rises for a short period, but the Missouri River stayed at historic flood stages for 2 1/2 months,” he said. “People were hanging on our every report to know if a levy breached, if the homes they abandoned were underwater, when they could return to their homes. That is when broadcast journalism becomes more than informative — it becomes absolutely essential.”
“For me, I was lucky enough to marry a Sioux City girl, lucky enough to work in a newsroom where I can do many different things on a consistent basis. My goal when I came here was to work two years, then move on. I found a niche, I found a fantastic community that accepted me. When people tell me we make a difference in their lives, I know I am at the right station, right position, doing the right thing.”
Breen is proud to be the grandson of Fort Dodge’s iconic Ed Breen. “He had a live call-in show; today it would be unheard of to take live phone calls directly on TV. Today, you would never imagine putting a TV station in a town of 25,000 to 30,000 people. I thought it was so brave of him.
“So many things have changed in the broadcasting industry since my grandfather’s time, it might be easier to list the things that haven’t changed. Technology changes so quickly. In my grandfather’s time in television, photographers shot on film. And, of course, that film had to be developed. And it was time-consuming. Today our photographers shoot on data cards that are the size of a postage stamp. And the video is available immediately in resolutions that could never be dreamed of in my grandfather’s time. In my grandfather’s time, a live broadcast was only done from a studio with an entire building’s worth of equipment. Today, I can broadcast live from anywhere in the world from my phone.
“I can’t say what my grandfather would think about television news today. But, I hope he would be proud that broadcast journalists continue to serve the public today, as they did in his day.”
Messenger Spotlight: March 10, 2019; Paul Stevens
His grandfather was a stalwart of the Iowa Senate, representing northwest Iowa for 34 years. His father was a successful trial attorney in Fort Dodge for 35 years.
And now, Charles Joseph Coleman III is forging his own life’s path, one far different from that of the late Iowa Sen. C. Joseph Coleman, his grandfather, who died in 2002, and C. Joseph Coleman Jr., his father, who left his law practice to become a Catholic deacon.
Yet, he is drawing on lessons they taught him.
He’s known as Joey Coleman — named Joey from birth to avoid confusion with his grandfather and father who were known as Joe — and he travels far and wide as a motivational speaker to impart ideas — with a focus on how businesses can keep their customers.
Since leaving Fort Dodge for college in 1991 after graduating from St. Edmond High School, he has held internships with the CIA, Secret Service and the White House while in law school at George Washington University, practiced law in Fort Dodge with his father, taught university courses, founded a company aimed at helping businesses retain their customers particularly in the first 100 days, and has written a book, “Never Lose a Customer Again.”
From his home in Boulder, Colorado, where he lives with his wife, Berit, and their sons, Lochlan, 5, and Kjellen, 3, Joey Coleman travels the country — and sometimes beyond. His family often accompanies him on the trips.
This year, as in past ones, he plans 40 to 50 appearances as a keynote speaker — his speeches can range from 15 minutes to a three-day workshop. In February, he will fly to Brisbane to speak before the Volkswagen Australia group.
Coleman was teaching classes in business at Berkshire College in Massachusetts when in 2002 he returned to Washington to get involved in business and in short order started his own company focused on branding and marketing.
He founded Design Symphony — “if you hired me, you would get all the pieces of your business on the same sheet of music playing in harmony” in explaining the name — and the company became his primary focus for the next 15 years.
The genesis for his speaking career came when he was asked to speak to a conference for one of his clients, a tech company, that he was helping with its branding campaign.
“The crowd loved it,” he said. “So I started giving more of these speeches. It was all about personal branding. In 2015, I went all in and decided to become a full-time speaker about the customer experience.
“There’s an underlying principle that applies,” Coleman said. “Research shows 20 to 70 percent of customers leave in the first 100 days. Research also shows that if you can keep them beyond that time, they will be with you for life. So it’s a pivotal first three months. There are lots of speakers who speak about marketing and sales, but very few who speak about what happens after the sale.”
His customers run the full gamut, he said: “If you have human beings as customers, these principles apply to their business.” They include chambers of commerce, financial advisers, the auto industry, technology, entrepreneurial conferences, the food and wine industry, real estate, and salon and spa owners.
Before he speaks, Coleman said, “I spend time talking to companies and employees to learn about their business. Then I do my own independent research about the industry and competition. Depending on some clients, I also speak with their customers as well. It’s all about the First 100 Days.
“At a high level, every person in business has heard of buyer’s remorse, but if you go to any business, most do not have a system to counter it. There’s a structural issue — the person who buys the service is not responsible for using or executing it. The typical CEO doesn’t have background in post-sale experience. The voice of the customer gets diluted.
“The biggest purchase most of us make is our home — 86 to 92 percent of home buyers, when asked if they have a positive experience with real estate agent, say yes. The percentage who actually use that same agent when they buy their next home — 9 to 11 percent.”
Although companies are faced with economic pressure to reduce conferences for their employees, Coleman said he is finding the demand for speaking at conferences is growing: “Companies realize their employees are dying for human connection. They now stare at an electronic box all day. I think there’s opportunity for live events to help people think, feel and act differently. If they don’t act differently, I haven’t done my job.”
Most members of his audiences have a mobile phone in their purse or pocket, and that puts pressure on him to deliver a riveting speech, Coleman said. “That being said, more than once I’ve seen someone on their phone during my entire presentation, only to have the same person come up afterwards and share that (a) they were live tweeting, or (b) they were taking copious notes.”
Coleman is the second born of seven children of Sharon (Sam) and Joe Coleman. His siblings are Lori, of San Diego; Danielle, of San Diego; Tommy, of Fort Dodge; Chris, of Springfield, Illinois; K.C., of Fort Dodge; and Callaghan, of Omaha.
His life has taken him on a journey far beyond where he grew up, but Coleman says he still draws on lessons learned from his grandfather and his parents.
“From my grandfather, I learned the importance of giving back, of thinking of a life of service — What are you doing to make it a better place?” he said. “From my parents, I learned the importance of balancing work and family. Dad was an incredible attorney but he attended all the activities involved with their children. My mom was a great artist, and in the design business when I learned color theory, it dawned on me that I learned it from my mom, coloring with me at a very early age.
“We had favorite family mottos — and there’s one from my mom: If we knew the power of our words, we wouldn’t speak. For someone who’s a professional speaker, I take that to heart.”
Messenger Spotlight: January 6, 2019; Paul Stevens
For years, Dick Johnson put smiles on the faces of hundreds of Fort Dodge girls and boys and helped many of them usher in another birthday — made all the more special by celebrating it on live television.
Those lucky kids who appeared on “Uncle Dick’s Fun House” are now in their 60s and 70s. And Johnson? He’s celebrating a special one of his own later this month when he marks his 90thbirthday on Christmas Day at his home in Great Falls, Montana.
“Those kids were the highlight of my whole life,” said Johnson. “The main focus of the whole show was kids who had a birthday. I was just there. The show wasn’t about me. It was about the kids.”
“Uncle Dick’s Fun House” was an idea conceived by Edward J. Breen, a Fort Dodge attorney and Democratic state legislator who owned KVFD radio and purchased KQTV Channel 21 in 1953. The TV station continued, with a name change to KVFD-TV, until 1977 when a tornado severely damaged its 600-foot tower. Breen planned to rebuild the transmission facilities but died in 1978 before any construction began.
Back in those early days of Breen’s ownership, Johnson recalled, KQTV was taking an “off-air’ feed from WHO-TV in Des Moines and received its NBC programming lineup, with some local time for news and its own programming. Eve Rubenstein filled an hour with her popular “Eve’s Kitchen” cooking show and a half hour opened up with nothing local to fill.
“Ed called me into his office and in his usual casual way, he said, ‘Starting next Monday, you’ll have the 5 to 5:30 slot after Eve to do a ‘kiddy’ show,” said Johnson, then a newscaster. Breen said he could get a contract for some cartoons and old “one-reelers” for such talents as Laurel and Hardy.
“We built a set, ran some promos to have parents write in to schedule a birthday party on the show which Ed named Uncle Dick’s Funhouse. We didn’t even have videotape at that time so we had to do all the promotions with slides and old fashioned ‘opaque’ cards.
Fortunately, I had frittered away way too much time in my high school history and English classes doodling caricatures and similar pencil drawings, so Ed suggested I draw pictures for the kids and fill the time between commercials and film.”
The show was televised from 5 to 5:30 p.m. five days a week and it ran for more than six years.
“My favorite part was interviewing the kids,” Johnson said. “There wasn’t a day gone by that didn’t have a guest group, a birthday party. Parents would call and schedule a birthday some months ahead. I interviewed the kids and asked what their interests were, names of their pets; that was fun. I will never forget one boy who told me he used to have a dog, but that the dog pooped on his mother’s dress and she made him get rid of it. I shared that with Art Linkletter’s ‘Kids Say The Darndest Things’ and he used it.
“I’d ask them what they’d like me to draw. When Eve did some cooking, we would let the kids sample it. It was one of the most-watched shows in the territory for all the time we did it.”
Johnson grew up in Eagle Grove, where he attended high school and junior college. Blessed with a good voice, he was doing broadcasting and commercials while attending Drake University in Des Moines. He left college for a job as a disc jockey and later news director at a Spencer radio station, then worked at a Carroll radio station before coming to KVFD radio in 1953.
He married Gladys Wilson in Harcourt and they had four daughters: Karen, who died in 2015; Donna, who lives in Fort Dodge; Joan, who lives in West Babylon, New York, and with husband Bill Drewes have two girls, Grace and Amalia; and Martha, who lives in Fort Dodge with her husband Bob Kersbergen. Martha and her former husband Jim McColley had four children: Rose, Scott, Rachel and Matthew. Johnson and Gladys divorced in 1970 and she lives at Friendship Haven. He has been married to Billie Ann Johnson since 1994.
Martha recalls being on the show once: “It was NOT my birthday. As my Dad ‘interviewed’ each child asking their name, favorite subject, etc., he got to me and I said, ‘You know who I am Dad!’ Well, he was supposed to be everyone’s UNCLE and not a Dad … I blew his cover! It was fun growing up with a father who was a local celebrity!”
Johnson has been a barbershopper for 72 years, singing in such quartets as the “Chordhuskers” and the “Bunkhouse Bums.” He joined the Society for Preservation and Encouragement of Barber Shop Quartet Singing in America while attending Drake and his 72-year tenure ranks him in the top .05 percent of the society’s 20,000 members.
Johnson moved to Great Falls when he took a job as a television newsman “and I fell in love with Montana – the fishing, the hunting, the outdoors. I had been in Montana all my life and I just didn’t know it until I got there.”
Aging has forced him to give up hunting and to sell his fishing boat and fish from shore. “The only thing I got that works anymore is my voice,” he said with a laugh. For years after he quit being on the air, he did commercials and voiceovers.
“If the truth be known, I have been the best and worst of people, the kindest and the orneriest,” he said. “I have enjoyed every damn minute of it. I hope people who know me enjoyed their time with me too.”
Messenger Spotlight: December 2, 2018; Paul Stevens
All of his parishioners have been convicted of crime and are serving prison time for their offense, but there’s no job the Rev. Paul Stone would rather do than to serve as their pastor.
“I feel like I’m working with people who recognize that to change their lives, they can’t do it alone. They need God’s help,” said Stone, who directs The Church of the Damascus Road — a congregation of inmates at the North Central Correctional Facility in Rockwell City and the Fort Dodge Correctional Facility. It is part of the Evangelical Lutheran Church of America.
“That is very satisfying, watching the growth in these guys. I am given more love overtly in the prison setting than I experienced in the congregations I served (outside) before.”
Thousands of inmates have been part of the congregation since it was formed in 1997, first in Rockwell City and then the following year when the Fort Dodge prison opened. The Rev. Carroll Lang became its first pastor after playing a role in the city’s second bid to land a prison after losing out to Newton in its first attempt. A promise was made to have an experienced pastor in place, he said, who would work with inmates inside the prisons and “help when they get out to reintegrate into society as contributing citizens.”
Lang was pastor of Christ Lutheran Church in Fort Dodge when he was called to serve the Church of the Damascus Road, the first prison congregation in Iowa and at the time one of six such congregations nationwide. (There are now four in Iowa.) And for the next 12 years, until he was succeeded by Stone, he helped lead its growth — meeting with inmates twice a week at each prison, worship services one night and Bible study the other. Any inmates in the prisons can attend. They become and remain as members strictly through attendance, Stone said.
Funding comes from congregations, individuals and businesses in a 100-mile radius. Churches of all denominations contribute, Lang said, heeding Jesus in Matthew 25 — “I was in prison and you came to me.” CoDR operates with two paid employees — the pastor and a halftime office secretary. Its volunteers go into both prisons and also work with inmates on their re-entry into society once released.
Two of the most rewarding programs conducted by the congregation are Brothers in Blue and Story Tellers. Brothers in Blue is a three-day spiritual renewal ministry retreat held twice a year with heavy interaction with inmates. In the story-telling program, donated children’s books are read aloud monthly by inmates and recorded on DVDs, and the DVDs are sent to their children who can hear and see their dad read a book, building a relationship with child and parent.
“The 11 ¢ years I served as pastor were probably the most fun and rewarding time in my career,” Lang said. “A lot of it is the fact they really appreciate someone who comes in regularly. Most are already people of faith, who went awry, and are seeking community and growth. And there are some who get religion.”
Topher McCoy, who was recently paroled after serving 13 years of a 50-year sentence for child endangerment resulting in death, said “getting to know this family of mine was a joy and blessing to help in every way for me to succeed. It helped me find a place to live, to help find a job. The biggest thing, they check in on me each and every day.”
McCoy was part of the congregation’s inside church council while serving his sentence and is now being shepherded by one of the 10 re-entry teams from the congregation that is working with him during his first year on the outside. One of the team members went with him when he first met his probation officer. “They’re interested in you as a person, you and your goals, in helping you succeed.” McCoy hopes to eventually join a re-entry team “to help other guys” in his situation.
The re-entry/reintegration teams “offer the basics, the nuts and bolts of life’s necessities — mentoring, counseling, getting into good groups,” Stone said. “They’ll make referrals whenever they can — finding out who’s hiring in the area. Now there are more jobs than there are people to fill them. They try to speak honestly. The U.S. government passed a second-chance act and a real tax benefit to hire guys out of prison. We appeal to their humanity, let’s give this guy another chance.”
Stone believes that inmates who take part in the congregation have a lower recidivism rate than those who do not. “Depending on who you ask and what criteria are used, recidivism is generally thought to be over 60 percent for all those released,” he said. “My estimate for recidivism for CoDR members is 30 – 40 percent.” That number has risen in the last few years, he said, due to the increased availability of meth and opioids, as well as increased gang activity in Iowa’s larger cities. “I get bummed when guys go back to prison,” Stone said. “It hurts.”
“When a guy relapses, it’s really tough on the team,” Lang said. “It’s like any parent whose kid messes up, we ask, ‘What did we do wrong?'”
Stone, who worked 15 years as a lay person in the Illinois Department of Corrections after graduating from seminary in Chicago, said he believes that “for guys to change their lives, they have to get in touch with God. That’s my bias, but I see it. Their chances are so much better. God is a tough sell for most — they get labeled Bible thumpers but if they’re really getting it, they don’t care. That’s why they get into church where they feel comfortable, they get help.”
Messenger Spotlight: November 11, 2018; Paul Stevens
Charles Clayton is the first to admit that he learned life’s lessons the hard way.
He was a member of the Dodgers’ 1988 state championship basketball team coached by Tom Goodman but his playing time was limited by an attitude problem, he said: “I thought I could buck the system and just be an ass.” He later played a year at Des Moines Area Community College but didn’t get invited back.
A couple years later, he was arrested for shooting a rifle into the air in a residential neighborhood on New Year’s Eve.
“I was young, dumb and careless,” he said. No one was hurt but it resulted in a conviction on a charge of nonforcible terrorism. He served a year of his five-year sentence in county jail and a residential facility.
“Here I was, a 21-year-old black male in Fort Dodge, Iowa, with a felony conviction for terrorism,” he recalled of the critical juncture of his life.
“It’s a teaching lesson I use with the kids,” he added, referring to the hundreds of young people and their families who have benefited from the nonprofit he founded in 2004, Athletics for Education and Success (AFES), which offers afterschool programs, sports teams and leagues, mentoring groups, drum-line groups, and educational and cultural opportunities.
“I kind of look at it as a blessing,” Clayton said. “At the same time a lot of guys I was hanging with got arrested for drugs, and all got 5 to 20 years. I looked at myself and thought, God looked after me, he gave me a slap on the wrist versus a punch in the face. I learned I needed to be accountable to myself. I can do better than this.”
In Jerry Patterson — who devoted six decades of his life to Fort Dodge youths — Clayton found a savior.
“I was having a hard time getting a job, and Jerry hired me to work at his baseball field and helped me get work at the YMCA. That really led to a domino effect of people seeing me work there, leading to other jobs because of that.”
Clayton found more people in his corner. While earning his bachelor’s degree from Buena Vista University, he worked as a teacher’s associate in the Fort Dodge school system. Clayton credits three school officials with helping get the position — then-Superintendent Dr. David Haggard, middle school Principal Dr. Phil Wormsley (whose son Scott was Clayton’s high school basketball teammate) and elementary school Principal Steve Harbaugh.
Clayton assisted in behavior disorder problems in the middle school.
“There weren’t a lot of things they could try that I had not already done,” he said.
After working five years at the middle school, Clayton joined the Rabiner Treatment Center as coordinator of residential services and worked there for seven years. Working at Rabiner is what gave him the idea for starting AFES, he said.
“I was working with kids who were court-ordered to be there,” he said. “I wanted to do something on the other end of this — instead of being there after they already made mistakes, I wanted to be more preventative, before they got into trouble. Sometimes it can be so engrained in their thinking, and by the time you get to them, it’s too late.”
AFES began with sports camps in 2005-06.
“We had 40 or more kids, from all economic and racial backgrounds, whoever showed up was more than welcome. That took us to forming teams and leagues. We paid for everything ourselves.
“We noticed that some kids were playing a lot of sports but their grades were bad or attitudes bad in school. So we started afterschool for fifth- and sixth-graders, to get grades up so they could play sports. And they were dragging along their first- and second-grade brothers or sisters with them. We were quickly getting 40 to 60 kids a day.”
Clayton rented out space in the Snell Building for the AFES after-school program.
“The kids knew behavior, attendance and grades in school would allow them to participate fully — or not.”
Today, AFES operates from the former Hillcrest Elementary School, purchased in 2010 from the school district for $1,000. Five years later, the Martin Luther King Recreation Center was built next door. Before construction began, AFES raised nearly half of the $1 million it cost to build.
Clayton’s father, Charles Butler, died about 10 years ago and his mother, Rebecca Fields, and her husband Terrence Fields, live in Fort Dodge. Clayton’s sister, Shirley Clayton, lives in Kansas City; another sister, Jackie Garcia, died a year ago.
“My dad was not a part of my life — as I got older he and I had a friendship bond but never a father-son thing,” Clayton said. “It impacted me. With three sons of my own, I made sure I was the best father I could be, raise them the right way, to be there no matter what.”
Clayton and Joy Schauper are parents of three sons: Nathaniel, 21; Solomon, 20; and Malcolm, 18. Solomon and Malcolm played basketball at FDSH and are now playing on scholarship at Iowa Lakes Community College in Estherville. Nathaniel works for his father at AFES.
Goodman recalls that Clayton missed the first part of the 1989 Dodgers’ season with a broken ankle in the opening game but persevered, rehabbed and played through the injury as the team won the conference title.
“Today, he has done the same thing,” Goodman said. “He was determined to build that gym for the youth of Fort Dodge and now it is a huge success and everyone in the Fort Dodge area should be proud of what Charles has done with nothing more than sheer determination to get this project completed for the kids of Fort Dodge. Charles turned out to be a ‘winner’ in my book, and his experience in high school basketball of being knocked down and getting up and trying again, I feel had something to do with his attitude to get this huge project completed. He went against a lot of odds and naysayers.”
Messenger Spotlight: October 7, 2018; Paul Stevens
Wearing distinctive shoulder harnesses, bright yellow helmets and shiny badges, Fort Dodge school patrol boys and girls once were responsible for the safety of their fellow students crossing streets at the beginning and the end of each school day.
Hundreds of youngsters — chosen by teachers and the principal at their school — served to protect their fellow students. They were stationed on the corners of the city’s public and parochial schools beginning in 1947 and continuing until sometime in the 1970s.
“I remember how we took that responsibility really seriously in guarding those streets around the school,” recalled Tom Goodman, a patrol boy at Lincoln and Duncombe elementary schools who has saved his lieutenant patrol badge to this day.
The patrol work was overseen for many years by Officer Joe Koll, a Fort Dodge policeman who rode his three-wheel motorcycle from school to school, checking on the young volunteers. The program was sponsored by the AAA Motor Club of Iowa, which contributed the belts and badges. The Lions Club furnished raincoats and the Junior Chamber of Commerce the helmets.
“He loved it,” said Koll’s son Jim Koll of his father, who died in 2006. “It was something he thought was important, and he and my mom went out of their way to try to improve.
“It was his official police duty. He handled outreach between the department and the children in schools. Nowadays they’re called resource officers. He would stop at corners and talk with kids when they passed. Back then, there wasn’t as much emphasis on community relations with police as there is now. My dad wanted students not to be afraid of talking to police officers, that they were there to help you. He always had a big smile on.”
When the student patrol system ended in Fort Dodge, sometime in the 1970s, at about the time sixth- and fifth-graders were moved from elementary to middle school, the school district took responsibility for assigning crossing guards where needed. They were — and still are — adults who are paid for their work, said Carla Filloon, district human resources director who herself once was a school patrol girl in Webster City.
Police outreach to schools continues — with two resource officers, Joelyn Johnson and Bryce Presswood, who are assigned to the district’s four elementary schools, middle school and high school. They will sometimes assist adult crossing guards before and after school, Officer Johnson said. (The AAA continues the school safety patrol program at 34,500 schools nationwide.)
Each patrol unit had a captain, a lieutenant and privates, and were selected on criteria that included leadership, reliability, good attendance record and respect of classmates. They were mostly sixth- and fifth-graders at elementary schools.
At Arey School, Vern Foughty said the captain and lieutenants had whistles. “Kids stood behind the flag until the captain blew the whistle for the boys to extend the flags out so traffic would stop and then the whistle again to have them brought back to a position that would stop kids from going into the street. The number of tweets from the whistle determined what action the boys were to take.”
At patrol meetings, said Jim Koll, “dad would remind them they were not here to order people around, they were here to make sure they were safe. They were never to step out in front of traffic. Once traffic cleared, they’d hold their sign out before students walked across the street.”
Only boys were initially part of the school patrol system and it wasn’t until sometime in the 1960s that girls were included — to the chagrin of many, including Sondra Anderson Price, who attended Lincoln School until 1952.
“Our sixth-grade year, several of us girls made up a song and acted out motions to: ‘here come the Patrol boys, Patrol boys, Patrol boys; here come the Patrol boys of Lincoln School.’ Repeat of above 3 lines. Then… ‘Oh see them there standing on the corner. Oh, see them there with their bright gold badge.’ As girls we just understood and didn’t question that they would always be boys. As far as I know choosing boys lasted into the ’60s.”
There were rewards for being a patrol boy and girl — among them, summer parties and tickets donated by Fort Dodge movie theaters. And more lasting rewards continued into the lives and careers of many who served.
“I remember feeling really important and responsible,” said Missy Sheker Travis, who served as a patrol girl at Feelhaver Elementary. “I have fond memories of being a patrol. I would think that was one of many great school experiences they lead me to become a teacher. I teach fifth- to eighth-grade science in Wisconsin now. I have always been responsible and dependable like I was back in fifth grade so there are things that have shaped me into the person I am today.”
Foughty — who was a patrol boy, lieutenant and captain in 1954-56, said: “I guess something in that duty stuck with me. I went on to have a successful career with the Iowa State Patrol from 1968 to 1993.”
He said the responsibility and other lessons learned from the experience helped “as one grows and matures. People depend on you. In this case it was the students’ parents having faith that we would do the best we could to help insure their child’s safety.”
Messenger Spotlight: August 5, 2018; Paul Stevens
Their lives began minutes apart in 1946 at Mercy Hospital in Fort Dodge and were intertwined through their first 22 years.
Jim and Bill O’Leary grew up on Fourth Avenue North where they ran a neighborhood candy store and enjoyed the outdoors, shared a Messenger paper route, attended the same grade school and high school, and went off to the same small Catholic college in Kansas.
Then the Vietnam War intervened in their lives, as it did in for millions of other young men, and the parallels came to an end. The twins received their draft notices in 1968. Each was left with a decision to make.
In the end, Jim chose to be drafted and serve: “The reason I decided not to fight the draft, I couldn’t stand the thought that someone who took my place would get killed.” Within a year, he had his Army orders for Vietnam and while he was not wounded, he suffers from the effects of exposure to Agent Orange.
Bill said he was a “refusenick” who opposed the war and believed that “it wouldn’t stop unless other people say no.” When he took his draft physical, he said, the doctor had concerns and gave him a year’s deferment but he was never asked to retake the physical. He went on to graduate school at the nearby University of Kansas and took part in anti-war demonstrations, “leading marches and carrying on.”
The O’Leary twins continued on separate paths but both became attorneys, like their older brothers Pat and Tom. Today, Jim works in Cleveland, Ohio, as a federal appellate judge for the Office of Medicare Hearings and Appeals and Bill has a private practice in Lansing, Michigan.
“We still talk on a regular basis and laugh a lot,” Jim said.
The twins are among five sons of Bill and Helen O’Leary. Jim was delivered 16 minutes before Bill. Their father was a delivery driver for Sunbeam Bakery before working for Farner Bocken and their mother taught eighth-grade history at Corpus Christi School. Oldest brother Ed, an Air Force veteran, is a retired U.S. Postal Service carrier who lives in Fort Dodge; Pat is in Grand Beach, Michigan; and Tom, an Army veteran, lives in southern Florida.
Growing up, the twins were good friends with Jim Bocken, whose family ran Farner Bocken. In fourth grade, the three created “The Store,” made from a piano crate and stocked with penny candy they bought wholesale from Farner Bocken. “We’d buy $12 worth of candy, run home from school and put The Store on the sidewalk, and sell the candy to other kids,” Jim said.
The twins were 10 when they got a Messenger paper route, delivering papers in the downtown area. “Jim and I did the deliveries, Tom did the collections and we split profits three ways,” Bill said, adding that he saved enough to pay a third of his college tuition.
Both were members of the St. Edmond High School track team and took part in school plays. After graduating in 1964, they chose St. Benedict’s, then an all-boys school, where brothers Tom and Pat also attended. Bill started in the seminary but left after his first year. Jim met the woman who would become his wife of now 47 years, Eileen, who attended the all-girls school in Atchison — Mount St. Scholastica.
Jim went to Vietnam with the 4th Infantry Division in the Central Highlands but thanks to “some dumb luck,” he was assigned from patrols to division operations and served 13 months, 22 days.
“Agent Orange got into our drinking water,” he said, resulting in numerous bouts with cancer and he has diabetes. He has another surgery scheduled early this month.
“I didn’t know I would be poisoned by my own country,” he said.
Jim attended the Detroit College of Law and after graduation joined the Plunkett, Cooney, Ritt and Peacock law firm in downtown Detroit where his brothers Pat and Tom also worked. Today, he enjoys painting and writing short stories.
His wife, Eileen, is a playwright and fiction writer. Their daughter, Oona, is also a playwright and one of her shows was performed off-Broadway in New York. She is married to Maciej Kaczynski and they live in Chicago.
Retirement? “I’ve always got plans. It’s got to end sometime but I’m not going to worry about it. The two smartest things I ever did were to marry Eileen and get into law. And I’ve done well in both.”
Bill, after graduation from St. Benedict’s and earning a master’s in teaching from Kansas, worked as a high school English teacher on Long Island, New York, before moving to Africa to work at a mission school in Mansa. While there he met Geraldine, a native of Ireland who was teaching at a mission school nearby. They were married in 1976 and later returned with their daughter Emmeline to the United States to teach in Kimball, South Dakota.
Bill attended law school at Hamline University in St. Paul, Minnesota, and then joined a Detroit firm before going out on his own in 1996.
“I’m a store-front lawyer,” Bill said. “I’m not retiring for a few years yet. Like (high school classmate) Maureen Micus, I do write poetry and won an award in the Foley Prize last year.”
His wife is retired after teaching 25 years at Finney High School in Detroit and they live in Grosse Pointe, Michigan. Daughter Emmeline practices medicine in Milwaukee where she lives with her husband, a radiology oncologist, and their three sons. Son, Conor, is a Detroit policeman who is also a lawyer considering a move to criminal defense.
Messenger Spotlight: September 2, 2018; Paul Stevens
Rich Lennon bleeds Army green.
The U.S. Army has been a part of the Fort Dodge man’s life for 48 of his 66 years — and the retired colonel has no plans for that to end anytime soon — continuing to serve his country as commander of a rifle squad for military funerals and as a driver to take veterans to VA hospital appointments.
“My dad served in World War II and my grandpa is a veteran as well. Like them, I felt an obligation to serve my country and perform my duty,” said Lennon, who served a three-year enlistment, six years in the National Guard, 28 years in the Army Reserve and nine years as an Army contractor. “Over the years, I averaged 100 days a year with the military. I always tried to do above and beyond.”
Lennon was awarded Bronze Stars for his service in Vietnam and Iraq and had a variety of assignments — Germany and Korea among them — throughout those Army years. But he said the pinnacle was serving as commander of troops for the retirement ceremony of 5th U.S. Corps commander Lt. Gen. Ricardo S. Sanchez in Heidelberg, Germany, in 2006.
“I commanded 1,200 troops on the field,” he said. “There were 30-35 generals in attendance. I was a colonel giving commands to two-star generals. Here’s a guy from Fort Dodge, Iowa, supposedly a Reserve officer. It was pretty good – it shows what you can do when you put your mind to it. But I lost a lot of sleep.”
Lennon grew up in Fort Dodge, the son of Richard and Rosalie Lennon. His father worked for U.S. Gypsum for 27 years and farmed near Clare and his mother worked as a nurse at Lutheran Hospital. He has a sister, Anna Jackowell, of Fort Dodge, and three brothers — Keith, of West Des Moines; Brad, of Fort Dodge, and Greg, of Olathe, Kansas. Steve served with the Marines for seven years and was in Vietnam at the same time as Rich. Greg served two years in the Army.
The Vietnam War was in its height when Lennon graduated from Fort Dodge Senior High in 1969. Lennon had a high draft lottery number and his friend and classmate Bill Logue had a low one, so they enlisted in summer 1970 in the Army’s buddy program in which they were ensured of staying together through basic and advanced individual training.
Lennon’s interest in mechanics as a teenager — “I had a ’59 Pontiac Catalina, 389 cubic-inch engine with three deuces…muscle cars were big back then” – led to his Army assignment in turbine engine mechanics, working on helicopters.
He soon got orders for Vietnam and his first assignment was with the First Cavalry Division outside of Long Binh at a small airfield where he worked on Cobra helicopter gunships that were constantly under enemy fire. “We always had the birds ready to go,” he said. He maintained helicopters at several other locations before his 13-month assignment came to an end in December 1972. The last five months of his three-year enlistment were as an Army recruiter in Fort Dodge.
Lennon joined the Army National Guard while working as a mechanic for Shimkat Motors and was hired by Iowa Central Community College to teach in its automotive technology program — a career of 31 years that lasted until 2008 when he retired as coordinator of the program.
He was mostly in the Army Reserve during that time and was deployed to Kuwait in 2003 in advance of the invasion of Iraq by a U.S.-led coalition that overthrew the government of Saddam Hussein. His unit of 27,000 soldiers was charged with making preparations — setting up tents, offloading helicopters and tanks from ships — and providing ammunition, fuel, transportation and aviation support for the invasion and conduct of operations in Iraq. Once the invasion began, he moved to an air base at Balad, Iraq, and remained until 2004. He was deployed a second time to Iraq and then assigned for 18 months in Heidelberg, West Germany.
Lennon stayed in the Reserves until his retirement in 2007 at Fort Des Moines when he received the Legion of Merit – adding to his two Bronze Stars, four Meritorious Service Medals, the Air Medal for Vietnam service and seven Army Commendation Medals.
But he wasn’t yet through with the Army. For the next nine years, he worked as a contractor in emergency management at the Rock Island Arsenal in Illinois. He participated in emergency management exercises in multiple Army installations throughout the country. Lennon kept an apartment in Rock Island and commuted back to Fort Dodge on weekends.
Lennon’s wife Joyce served as a captain in the Army Reserve – they’ll celebrate 25 years of marriage this November. He has a son by a previous marriage, Richard Lennon, who with his wife Tonya live in Boone and are raising three children: RJ, 8; Maggie, 6, and Daisy, 4.
Lennon is commander of the Fort Dodge VFW rifle squad that performs military honors at funeral services for 4-6 veterans a week. Once or twice a week, he drives the Disabled American Veterans van to take veterans to the VA hospital in Des Moines for medical treatment.
On his funeral service duty, he said, “You feel good on doing that — you were always told as a veteran that you will get a military funeral if you want one. It’s good to be out there and let that serviceman’s family know that we really appreciated their service.”
At home, Lennon continues his love of auto mechanics with 20 cars to restore. His restored 1954 Army jeep has been in a number of parades around the Fort Dodge area and on this Fourth of July, he will be driving it in the Gowrie Fourth of July parade.
Messenger Spotlight: July 1, 2018; Paul Stevens
The Strand. The Rialto. The Iowa. The Dodge. The Astro. Once among the most popular destinations on Central Avenue, they brought Hollywood to generations of Fort Dodge movie-goers, young and old.
Now they are fond but distant memories of those who plunked down the 35-cent admission fee to see their very first movie, join friends for a birthday celebration or have their first date with a night out at one of the single-screen theaters. Along with 15-cent popcorn and dime candy (remember Slo Pokes, Boston Baked Beans, Sugar Babies, Dots, Red Hots?)
“I saw about 1,000 movies growing up,” said Dr. Dan Cole, a Fort Dodge physician for 46 years whose father, Joe Cole, managed the theaters (including the Drive-In Theater) for Central States Theaters for nearly two decades. “Growing up with dad as manager was great. I was at the theaters almost daily and had a free run on free popcorn, candy, pop and any movie I wanted to see I got to see.”
The Rialto and Strand — earliest of the theaters — opened in the mid-1920s and continued for a half century until they and the others all had closed by the mid-1970s. (The Strand became the Astro when remodeled in 1966.) The drive-in theater closed in 1976. Today, Fort Dodge movie-goers are entertained at the Fort 8 Theater — with more screens under one roof than the combined total of the downtown theaters in their heyday.
The old single-screen theaters were victims in Fort Dodge and elsewhere to an economy of scale in the movie industry with multiple screens under one roof and with advances in technology offering far superior sound, visual quality and more comfortable seating than the theaters of old. Technicolor was a huge advance back then — but no match to today’s movies.
Back in the day, the Rialto at 604 Central, which opened in the mid-1920s, was the crown jewel with 755 seats that included a balcony, unique to Fort Dodge theaters.
Growing up as the son of the theater manager had its advantages, Cole said, and the reason had little to do with the movies themselves.
“The balcony at the Rialto opened when the main floor filled up but me and my friends, including dates, could always bypass the rope and head to the balcony for movies,” he recalled. “I used to go to the theater on weekends and look with a flashlight along the aisle seats for change that would catch there when they blew the old boxes and wrappers to the front of the theater for clean-up. I got my shopping change there and would run off to Kresges or Woolworth or Hobby Craft to buy some treasure.”
All of the theaters advertised their movies on marquees, and Sam Hartman recalls one of his jobs was to climb a wooden ladder to reset the lettering when a new movie began.
“Out in front of the theater,” he recalls, “on a ladder, with the faces of the marquee fully lit — here I am right on Central Avenue, with bumper-to-bumper traffic, with cars full of the youth of Fort Dodge. Constant yelled comments such as ‘You’re spelling that wrong,’ ‘Your slip is showing,’ ‘What does that say?’ ‘Don’t fall,’ etc. I often wanted to have a supply of water balloons in my letter box that I could throw, but I didn’t think Mr. Cole or the cops that ‘walked the beat’ at that time would see any humor in that.”
But it was worth the abuse, said the former Webster County correctional officer — $3 each time the marquee was changed on top of an hourly pay rate of 75 cents an hour and two free tickets to each movie “so we could take a date with us.”
The theaters did their best to attract business. Free passes were issued through Fort Dodge Police Officer Joe Koll to give to his school patrol boys. Patti Miller recalled U.S. Gypsum had a private showing at Christmas time for kids whose parents worked at USG. Susan Sudbrock recalled that First National Bank gave free passes to kids of members every summer.
“Our mom took us to see ‘Gone With the Wind’ at the Dodge when we were really too young to understand the film,” said Mary Zenor Terrass. “But I was still fascinated by the story. When we got home, I pretended to be Scarlett O’Hara. Our backyard in Round Prairie wasn’t quite like the plantation Tara, but I still buried a carrot and then dug it up while proclaiming ‘as God is my witness, I’ll never be hungry again.’ It’s probably a good thing I stopped there instead of trying to recreate the Battle of Atlanta. But as a kid growing up in FD, I sure loved those three theaters on Central Ave!”
The theaters once featured a babysitter’s day on Saturdays, Cole said, where kids could be dropped off at 8 in the morning, watch cartoons through the day, eat hot dogs for lunch, and then be picked up by their parents in the afternoon.
John Clements recalls the Saturday matinee movies: “After watching ‘The Tingler,’ any kid with guts was obligated to ride his bike home via every commercial and residential alley, just to perpetuate the emotions of lurking danger.”
Cole recalls traveling with his father (who died in 1968) to area communities to distribute movie posters to gas stations, grocery stores and anyone who would post them to advertise the latest movies. From time to time, a lesser-known Hollywood movie celebrity would come to town during a publicity tour.
Messenger Spotlight: June 3, 2018; Paul Stevens
Medicine is firmly implanted in the DNA of the Stitt family. And the Stitt family is equally implanted in the city of Fort Dodge where there’s been a Doctor Stitt on duty for the past 71 years.
Like his father, Dr. Mike Stitt was a physician — each of them engaged in family practice medicine for more than four decades. Like her mother, Carole Stitt worked as a registered nurse for more than 30 years.
And like their parents, the Stitts’ four daughters — Kimberly, Stephanie, Alyssa and Kristen — all chose careers in medicine.
“We never pushed them to do it,” said Mike, a lifelong Fort Dodger who retired in 2014 as a physician with Family Practice Associates. His career began with U.S. Army service in Vietnam after graduating 50 years ago from the University of Iowa Carver College of Medicine.
Daughter Dr. Stephanie Stitt Cox, who is a family practice physician with The Iowa Clinic in West Des Moines, agrees:
“Honestly, neither Mom or Dad ever pushed us into medicine or really even encouraged us to follow in their footsteps,” she said. “They just encouraged us to do the best we could and to follow our own aspirations.” Stephanie is married to Kyle Cox; they live in Waukee and have three children: Connor, 15; Aidan, 12, and Lydia, 9.
Mike and Carole’s oldest, Kim Shimkat, is a veterinarian at Family Pet Medical Center in Fort Dodge, which she established in 2007. The Iowa State graduate is married to Bill Shimkat and they have two sons, Ryan, 17, and Jack, 13.
From a young age, Kim loved animals, particularly horses. “When I was 12, they decided I was responsible enough to have a horse of my own and my very non-horsey parents helped me find a young quarter horse and a place to board him. I had that first horse for 27 years and learned a lot about animal care from him. My husband jokes that if my parents had just shown some restraint and said no, he wouldn’t be stuck unloading hay and hauling manure today.”
Dr. Alyssa Stitt is a family practice physician in Mankato, Minnesota, and is married to Garron Williams. They have three children: Noah, 12; Zoe, 10, and Jonah, 6.
Kristen Morrison is a registered nurse in the cardiothoracic and transplant ICU at Northwestern Memorial Hospital in Chicago and is married to Andy Morrison. They have three children — Louise, 6; Sydney, 4, and Arthur, 2 weeks. “Choosing nursing and following in the footsteps of my mom, as well as her mother,” she said, “has given me the opportunity to provide hands-on care and comfort at the bedside.”
The four women — three of them University of Iowa graduates, like their parents — are the third generation of Stitts in the medical business. Mike’s father, Dr. Paul Stitt, was a physician and surgeon in Fort Dodge for 35 years before retiring in 1982. He was a Navy veteran of World War II, serving as a surgeon in the South Pacific. Mike was born in Seattle to Paul and Marguerite Stitt. He has a brother, Marc, who lives in Fort Dodge and a sister, Jane, in Coon Rapids, Minnesota. A second sister Beth died of lung cancer.
Mike attended Fort Dodge Senior High, as did his four daughters, graduating in 1961. He excelled in basketball under Coach Dutch Huseman: as a 5-foot-10 forward he set a single-season Dodger scoring record his senior year. “It has long been obliterated by a number of players,” he said.
His goal from the outset at the University of Iowa was to become a doctor. His dad was his role model: “He was happy and proud of what he did. He was patient, compassionate and dedicated. He never had an ill word about a patient. I tried to be like him.”
Mike met Carole when he was a junior in medical school and she was a senior in Iowa’s nursing program. Their first date was to the 1966 Iowa homecoming game. They were married 20 months later in her hometown of Iowa City on June 8, 1968, the day after Mike graduated from medical school.
Shortly after the wedding, they drove to Los Angeles where Mike had a one-year internship at Los Angeles County General/USC Medical Center; Carole also worked there, as a registered nurse in a surgical unit.
The Vietnam War was in full force and physicians finishing internships were in demand. Mike signed up hoping for Navy service like his father, but was taken by the Army in August 1969 and quickly received orders for Vietnam.
He served in Vietnam for a year, first as a battalion surgeon with the 1st Infantry Division for five months in Lai Kai. His clinic was on the back of an armored personnel carrier. “I took care of sick people and minor injuries — if anyone got shot up and needed surgery, we medevacked them.” He then served at the 67th Evac Hospital at Qui Nhon. “We were like a MASH unit but with fixed buildings, not tents like in the movie.” Mike completed his second year of Army duty at Sandia Army Base in Albuquerque.
Stitt went to Vietnam clean-shaven and wearing contacts. His colonel boss banned beards but not mustaches — so as a protest of sorts, Stitt grew a mustache “and I’ve had it ever since.” Contact lenses were too difficult to manage in Vietnam so he wore glasses, and never returned to contacts when he got home.
The lure of working with his dad was strong, and the Stitts returned to Fort Dodge to join his father with Doctors Wilbur Thatcher and Hoyt Allen specializing in general and family practice. He worked with his dad from 1971 to 1982. Between the two, Mike estimates, they delivered 1,600 babies.
“I wound up delivering the babies of the babies my dad delivered,” Stitt said.
Alyssa recalls her dad “regularly having to leave the house in the middle of the night to deliver a baby or see a patient in the ER. I was around 6 years old when I learned exactly what that meant. Before then, I honestly had this vivid image of him in brown uniform, driving around a UPS truck full of babies dropping them off at their respective houses. I could not understand why on Earth that could not wait until morning. Twenty-five years later I would graduate from my family medicine program and for the last 12 years I have continued to practice full spectrum family practice and deliver babies as well.”
Carole worked as a nurse in Mike’s practice for 30 years: “I’m sure half the people came in to see her more than they wanted to see me,” he said.
“I was proud to be his nurse,” she said. “I saw daily how he would show respect, compassion and kindness to his patients. I loved to watch him take care of little babies, anxious mothers or elderly people. He treated everyone the same. We dearly miss our patients.”
Medicine changed over the years, not always for the better, Stitt said. “I used to spend an entire day with my patients, scribble notes at each visit, dictate them at the end of the day. Anymore you work with a computer, spending time doing computer stuff. A third of the time with patients, a third of the time satisfying Medicare or an insurance company, a third of the time to satisfy the group to maximize charges. It shouldn’t be that way. You should be spending 80 percent of your time with your patients.”
“Mom certainly deserves some credit, working for years as his RN,” Stephanie said, “keeping their practice moving smoothly. Patients trusted her as much as they trusted him and she was always willing to lend a hand, volunteer, reach out to someone struggling. They both taught us to be compassionate in both our professional and personal lives.”
Since retiring in 2014, the Stitts have pursued a variety of interests — visiting children and grandchildren, traveling, fishing, golfing, gardening, reading, all things Hawkeye and Dodger sports, NCAA wrestling, Olympics.
They’ve been Iowa season ticket holders since 1971 and are regulars on Hawkeye cruises with coaches every February. Mike has been the team doctor for FDSH football for the past 47 years and was awarded the Outstanding Sports Medicine Award by the Iowa High School Athletic Directors Association.
Grandchildren are a big part of their lives, and their 11th grandchild just arrived two weeks ago when Arthur was born to daughter Kristen and her husband, Andy.
On the 10th of December each year, Mike follows a tradition of his grandmother and his father in making peanut brittle — 100 pounds worth, “the world’s best peanut brittle,” he contends. “At least I haven’t tasted any better.” It is delivered in five-pound batches to hospitals and friends and family.
This Stitt tradition is now into its fourth generation: Kim has taken it on as an “apprentice” but not quite to her dad’s scale — yet.
Messenger Spotlight: May 6, 2018; Paul Stevens
Their drums and their bugles have been silent now for nearly 50 years. Teenagers when they marched together as one, these Baby Boomers are now in their 60s and 70s.
But for the many alumni of the Fort Dodge Lanciers who are spread throughout the country, the memories of marching in the drum and bugle corps as ambassadors of Fort Dodge in the 1950s and 1960s will never completely fade away. Nor will their appreciation for what the experience meant to their lives.
“The work ethic, teamwork, is a given, but the enduring friendships are priceless,” said Paulette Harris, who played the baritone bugle from 1965-69 and now lives in Greene, Iowa. “I have friends that go back over 50 years from the Lanciers. I know that no matter how many years pass without being in touch, if I needed help, they would be there for me.
As I would for them. Unconditionally, sometimes even more than a family.”
Kay Hughes Reed, of Grand Junction, Colorado, said her years as a member of the corps’ color guard from 1964-68 were “some of the best years of my life.”
“I can’t begin to tell you what the Lanciers meant to me — my escape for much of the summer,” she said. “All of the adults, whatever their role with the corps happened to be, treated all of us like their own kids. When I say we were a family, I MEAN we were a family. We were taught discipline and respect and pride in ourselves and each other. It changed my whole outlook on life. It is definitely responsible for the person I am today.”
The Fort Dodge Lanciers Drum and Bugle Corps — Reed calls them “Fort Dodge’s Young Ambassadors” – was formed in 1955. During its 15 years of existence, hundreds of young people and their adult sponsors took part in the corps — competing in state and national competitions and marching in parades that included President John F. Kennedy’s 1961 inaugural parade in Washington, D.C.
The Lanciers’ early predecessors were the Fort Dodge American Legion Post 130 Drum and Bugle Corps, which was founded in 1923, and the Fort Dodge Drum and Bugle Corps, which was founded as a Boy Scout activity, sponsored by Post 130, open to boys age 9 to 15. Two years later, the Legion assumed full sponsorship of the corps and opened membership to all interested, allowing them to perform until they were 21. In 1959, the all-girl color guard was added to the corps, performing both with the larger corps, and competing as an independent unit that won eight consecutive state titles.
The founder and manager of the Lanciers until the late 1960s was El Presley. His grandson, Wade Presley, who today is band director at Nevada High School, said his grandfather was an award-winning tuba player from Sac City who in high school won a regional music competition in Omaha that landed him a scholarship to Coe College. “But in the Depression Era he didn’t have the bus fare and instead he served in the Navy in World War II,” Wade said. “The pay to be a radio operator was better than the pay for a band member, so he did that instead of continuing his music career. But his love for music stayed and turned into forming the Lanciers.”
“My grandfather wrote some of the music the Lanciers played, and he would go to (Fort Dodge bandmaster) Karl King and say, ‘Hey, can you look at this and help me out?'”
The Lanciers won the Iowa American Legion state championships in 1966 and 1967, and the Iowa VFW state championship in 1968. Dodger Stadium was their home venue, and former Fort Dodge resident Greg Sells, of Carmichael, California, remembers vividly his first experience in seeing them compete, in the summer of 1959 when he was 12 years old.
“Within 10 minutes of the start of the competition I was hooked,” Sells said. “Each team was dressed in beautiful uniforms, large colorful flags were waving in unison, the marching was quick and precise, drums and horns were seemingly everywhere, and the music was not only fun to hear but you literally felt it. Everyone sat on one side of the field. As each group performed and turned to face the opposite side, the sound was muffled a bit, but when they turned and marched toward the audience it was like a freight train went by in front of you. Loud, powerful music. What an experience. Almost 59 years later and I can still recall that evening.”
Most will say that by far the highlight of their Lanciers’ history was being selected with the Coe College ROTC Band to represent Iowa in JFK’s Inaugural Parade in Washington on Jan. 20, 1961. In just several days, the Drum Corps Boosters and the Lanciers raised the $5,500 needed to make the trip.
Bob Dunker, of Dakota Dunes, South Dakota, played soprano bugle for the corps and recalls, “it was a snowy day, which was very unusual for D.C. and all of the buses had a hard time getting around. All of us kids also got to see the historical sites in D.C., which was REALLY a BIG DEAL for a bunch of kids from Fort Dodge, Iowa. That was the farthest I had ever been from home at that time.” Dunker is retired after serving 20 years as president of Western Iowa Tech Community College in Sioux City.
Doug Kozell, an architect in Madison, Wisconsin, who played the snare drum for the Lanciers from 1959-62, said the trip to Washington “was an epic journey for us, though we had no idea at the time of the cultural significance of an event related to a president who would be assassinated. I have many memories from that trip, including the bus ride when we gazed out the windows at the fiery steel mills we could see from the Chicago Skyway. It was an early experience of racial discrimination when we found segregated facilities in the bus terminals along the way. Our stop at Gettysburg introduced us to the Civil War. The parade itself was brutal: 13-degree weather with strong winds, and much time outside in the lineup waiting for our turn in the parade.”
The biggest downer, recalled former Lancier Steve Ryan: NBC, the television network covering the parade nationally, cut to a commercial just as the Lanciers got into camera range.
The trophies and accolades were treasured by members of the corps, when they competed at home and at venues across the country and in Canada (including performing at the World’s Fair in Montreal in 1967). They were the result of hours upon hours of weekly practice, throughout the year, during the summer at the old South Junior High School grounds and Crossroads Mall, and twice a week in the winter at the American Legion Hall.
“The Lanciers was a part of our lives all year around,” said Pam Osmanson Moeller, a flag bearer in the color guard from 1963-69. “We started in the fall and winter learning new routines and music, the color guard competed in Winter Guard in Minnesota, spring we put our routine together, and summer was practicing at the Penney’s parking lot, traveling, and performing all over. When we were getting close to competitions, we would practice after dark; when the lights shut off in the parking lot, our parents would shine their head lights on us so we could continue to perfect our routines.”
What they remember most is the camaraderie from being a member of the corps, friendships formed that last a lifetime and the life’s lessons learned as a result of being a Lancier. There was even at least one marriage that resulted.
“Some of my closest lifelong friendships came out of being part of the Lanciers,” said Mike Schlesinger, publisher of the Marshalltown Times Republican, “including my best friend — my wife, Julie (Fletcher). I marched with Julie for four years and then marched with her down the aisle — and that was almost 47 years ago!
“Julie and I actually knew each other from growing up together in St. Olaf Lutheran Church. In the Lanciers, I played the baritone bugle, and Julie was in the color guard,” Mike continued. “She started out as a flag carrier, later carried the American flag and ultimately became Color Guard Sergeant. Julie was a good friend of my sister, Ruth, who was also in the drum corps and who also played the baritone bugle. Julie spent a lot of time with my sister at our house, and my family loved her and always encouraged me to date her. I ignored them — until they quit suggesting it and that’s when I asked her out. We dated for five years and then got married in 1971. Most of the Lanciers attended our wedding. There was no Lancier music, but John Zuerrer, who was in the drum corps with us, sang at our wedding.”
Jim Tarbox, a retired newspaper and magazine reporter/editor in Maplewood, Minnesota, said the experience of being a Lancier “taught me a lot about teamwork, how to deal with both elation and disappointment in the pursuit of excellence, offered opportunities to travel that likely otherwise would not have been available, and developed life-long friendships.
“It also introduced me to a wide variety of musical styles, and largely steered my interest in pursuing a career in the newspaper business and writing about entertainment, especially music (though a couple of friends from the corps will tell you I was the only ‘tone-deaf’ music reviewer in the country. And it’s true that one of the appeals of being a bass drummer was that I had to learn only a single note). Today I remain involved in ‘the activity’ as both a board member of Minnesota Brass and as announcer for a variety of drum-corps and marching-band contests in the Twin Cities area. It also, however improbably, led to my participation with the Brian Boru Irish Pipe Band of St. Paul, of which I am currently drum major.”
Participation in the Lanciers led to a life’s career in music for Tom Ryan, of Whitewater, Wisconsin, who was a drummer in the corps from 1956-61. (His brother Steve also took part in the corps and marched in the Kennedy inaugural parade.) Tom played in the Fort Dodge Senior High band and orchestra, took part in A Cappella Choir and high school musicals, and played in the orchestra for the Men’s Civic Glee Club, the City Band under Karl King and the circus band.
“It was being in the corps and the choir that were the deciding factors in my choice of a career path,” he said. “The corps provided excitement, pageantry, drama, as did the choral setting with the addition of the beauty and passion of the human voice. (No wonder I love opera.) I wanted to continue to be a part of that and to impart these things to others at whatever level.
“I went to Cornell College for a degree in music education and continued to the University of Illinois for a master’s degree in choral music. For nearly 40 years, I taught vocal and instrumental music at all educational levels, including at the college level, my favorite level being elementary vocal music.”
Mike Tracy, who played tenor drum, believes his four years as a Lancier helped provide learning tools that translated to his participation in football and basketball at St. Edmond High School and when he later coached at a high school in Minnesota.
“We were instilled with the value of practice, when there was little margin for error in our drum and bugle corps competition,” said Tracy, who lives in Cherokee. “We were taught to be prepared, to compete hard, and to enjoy our victories as well as be gracious when we didn’t win. We learned to work together as a team. All of these experiences paid off in sports — and in my life in general.”
Mark Swedlund, who played the baritone bugle, followed his sister Nancy and brother Curt in taking part in the Lanciers, from 1964-69, and recalls their first trip to Chicago in 1965 where the Lanciers stayed in a National Guard Armory in Humboldt Park. The Guard was called up due to race riots, and the Lanciers’ buses had a police escort everywhere they went. Swedlund ended up returning to work in Chicago and staying for 30 years. “I now live in more sedate Sonoma County (California) and see my old buddies about once a year.
“I would say it impacted my life, because I have always loved to travel since, and ended up in a career in marketing and advertising that put me on the road a least once a month for 30 years. I have done business in all 48 contiguous states, Mexico and Japan and the U.K. Sometimes not as fun as taking a bus trip 10,000 miles a year with the Lanciers, but still OK. I had a partner in my ad agency who said he always liked to hire former band members — good team players who know how to solo when needed.”
Woody Wolfe, who retired from the Fort Dodge Fire Department as an assistant chief after 38 years and lives with his wife Laura in Spirit Lake, played a soprano bugle during his two years with the Lanciers. “Even though I was a member for a relatively short period of time,” he said, “the discipline that we learned, the friendships that I made and the memories that were created have lasted a lifetime. We traveled quite extensively. A couple of my favorites were a trip to South Milwaukee, where some of us swam in Lake Michigan, and a trip to Casper, Wyoming, even though a bunch of us caught food poisoning on the way back and had to be hospitalized. I also remembered that my late father absolutely loved watching the shows and chaperoned some of our trips. I have always been thankful for that. I think being in the Lanciers gave me a lifelong appreciation of music that I could have never otherwise have had.”
Roger Dunker, of Castle Rock, Colorado, played the bugle for the Lanciers from 1956-61 — including the JFK inaugural parade with his brother Bob — and was active in music until after college, when he began what would be a 42-year career as an executive in the financial-services industry.
Among his highlight memories: Every Monday evening after dinner having two hours of demanding marching and musical practice at the South Junior High athletic field, and the anticipation at the conclusion of a competition where all the participating drum and bugle corps would march back onto the field and stand at attention while the public address announcer would read the scores of each group, with the last one to be announced being the grand winner.
Dunker learned many lessons from his Lanciers days that applied to his professional life, including the value of leadership and coaching, keeping score to attain a target for success, discipline and teamwork from top to bottom, and having consistency and intensity of performance. “In my opinion, there is a very measurable correlation between those early formative years as an impressionable young member of the Fort Dodge Lanciers and my later years as a corporate executive.”
Schlesinger said that when he looks back at his Lanciers days, it is with appreciation to the “many adults who really made it possible for the drum corps to even exist. There were so many who gave countless hours to help the Lanciers become the best in the state and able to compete among the top corps in the country. That group included so many but the ones I remember most included Mitch and Gloria Hart, Joan and Gill Fletcher, Ernie Zuerrer, Bud Jergens, Ozzie Osmundson, George and LaDonna Savery and Denny Sweeney.”
Playing all types of horn and sharing drum-major duties with Ron Sell, J.R. Mater was a member of the corps for 10 years, until 1964 when he joined another corps, the U.S. Marine Corps.
In basic training, he said, the military bearing and marching skills from the Lanciers “really helped me. I was far ahead of the average recruit — standing at attention, keeping my eyes forward. I wasn’t getting yelled at as much as the others.” During his four years in airborne radar, he served two tours in Vietnam. He suffered a stroke 10 years ago, tied to the effects of exposure to Agent Orange, and today lives with his wife Linda in Silverton, Texas. He is proud to have served as the bugler playing “Taps” for the funeral services of more than 100 veterans during his time with the Lanciers.
Many factors led to the demise of the Lanciers in 1970, Tarbox said — dwindling resources, dwindling interest in participating, the military draft, among the major ones. The corps disbanded after a year-end competition in Dubuque.
“Somewhere I have the judges’ score sheets from that last show in Dubuque,” Tarbox said. “One of them wrote on his, ‘Good luck next year.’ Alas, there never was a next year…“
Messenger Spotlight: April 1, 2018; Paul Stevens
Katie Averill’s message to a leadership group from Fort Dodge visiting the State Capitol was straight from the heart.
“I walked into the room and told them, I have been looking forward to this,” she said. “I am a Fort Dodge girl. You can take the girl out of The Dodge, but you can’t take The Dodge out of the girl.”
“The Dodge” remains in the heart of “the girl,” seven months after she and her husband, Tim, moved to Des Moines when Gov. Kim Reynolds appointed her superintendent of the Iowa Division of Credit Unions. The division has 10 field examiners who oversee 89 state-chartered credit unions, serving 1.1 million members with $16 billion in regulated assets.
Averill was senior vice president at Citizens Community Credit Union in Fort Dodge when she was appointed to the statewide position. She worked at the credit union for almost 10 years, and also served as its vice president of marketing and business development and director of marketing, while overseeing seven branch locations.
“Working for a credit union, I thought I understood the role of the superintendent,” she said, “but that was only a small taste compared to reality. It’s a broad spectrum, it touches and crosses lots of different agencies, at the state and federal level. More than a third of Iowans are credit union members.”
Averill succeeded JoAnn Johnson, who retired, in the role as the state’s top credit union regulator, heading a department charged with safeguarding the interests of credit union depositors and shareholders throughout the state.
Before her credit union work, Averill owned a company that provided packaging for dental laboratories all over the nation. Her father started the business and she worked with him for five years before purchasing it from him in 1995.
“Owning a business gives you a solid base for every aspect of a business, including shoveling the sidewalks and taking out the trash,” she said. “In a small business like that, you wear all the hats.” She sold the business to an Indiana company in 2005.
Her roots in Fort Dodge are indeed deep: both sets of her grandparents were from Fort Dodge, as were her parents, Ort and Jeanne Mills, who are both deceased. Her mother was adult education coordinator at Iowa Central Community College. Katie is the youngest of six who include Julie who lives in Perry, Jane in Chicago and Tucson, Dick in Reno and Tucson, Peggy in Kansas City and John in Kansas City. “We were a very close-knit family, which I am very thankful for,” she said.
Tim also comes from a family with Fort Dodge roots. His parents were Veronica and Jim Averill. His father is deceased and his mother continues to live in Fort Dodge. Tim’s sister, Amy Bailey, lives with her husband and their two children in Kingsley.
Katie and Tim met in high school — “he was a high school honey,” she said. He grew up two blocks from the Mills’ home where he played backyard baseball with her older brother. Katie attended St. Edmond High School and he attended Fort Dodge Senior High. They were married in 1987, months after she graduated from with a bachelor’s degree in business administration from Iowa State University, with a major in marketing. She transferred to Iowa State after a year at Iowa Central Community College.
They raised three children: Megan, Emily and Jimmy. Megan is a kindergarten teacher at St. Edmond and Jimmy is a senior in construction engineering at Iowa State.
A life-changing moment came for the Averill family in June 2011 when Emily Joy Averill was killed in an auto accident, a few weeks after graduating from St. Edmond. She was 18, an All-State and national champion cheerleader, an honor roll student, and was headed to Iowa Central on a cheerleading scholarship.
“The community of Fort Dodge was unbelievably supportive to our family,” Averill said. “Our family was there for us. My mom was a strong, strong woman. She raised us to have the confidence, tenacity and strength to go through a tragedy like this and move forward and climb higher. It broke my father’s heart when Emily died. We reverted back to the time when he was the dad and I was his little girl. He died 10 months to the day after Emily died. He was a great support to me.”
Recovering from the death of a child “is a mental journey you travel,” Averill said. “It is taking one breath at a time, one step at a time, you keep yourself moving forward.”
Emily “had a sparkly personality,” she added. “She was definitely our middle child, able to explore things, enjoying trying new things. She was artistic and creative. Her middle name, we named her the right name. What she brought in her 18 years was a lot of joy. It’s a three-letter word that embodies who she was — a great word.”
Many members of the Fort Dodge community provided donations to memorialize Emily, so Katie and Tim established the Emily JOY Averill Foundation in 2012 to remember their daughter “by continuing to promote her aspirations for education, early childhood literacy, work ethic, loyalty and the joy of life.” The foundation established scholarships for graduating seniors in high school, support of cheerleading programs that were a big part of Emily’s life, and a program called the Joy of Reading that provides financial support for projects that advance youth reading and literacy. Its priority is supporting reading with second-grade students.
The JoyMobile — a converted hospital van that serves as a library on wheels — is a fixture on the Fort Dodge scene, especially at elementary schools where it works with 17 classrooms of second-graders. “It is something I am really proud of, leaving a legacy of the joy of reading,” Averill said. “We have registered it as a Little Free Library, where people can contribute books and take a book to read. Fort Dodge has the very first Little Free Library on wheels.”
During the summer, it can be found at the swimming pool and ballparks and other places where young people gather. “People in Fort Dodge are continuing to use that JoyMobile,” she said.
“It’s a legacy that continues in Fort Dodge. We carry her in our hearts. Sometimes I get little signs from her — like bobby pins. She had such curly hair and had to put it up for cheer. We always had bobby pins all over the house. I find them everywhere. It’s a comforting little touch from my angel.”
It was through the foundation that Katie came into contact with the administration of former Gov. Terry Branstad and Reynolds when she was lieutenant governor. “Sometimes, the state of Iowa is a small world,” Averill said.
In 2015, Branstad appointed her to the Early Childhood State Board, which is charged with creating a comprehensive vision for early childhood care, education and health care.
Last May, when Branstad was appointed U.S. ambassador to the People’s Republic of China, Reynolds, a fifth-generation Iowan, took over as governor. Her selection of Averill to the credit union position was one of her first appointments.
“I admire Katie’s drive to make a difference,” Gov. Reynolds told The Messenger. “Our paths crossed through her charity, JOY of Reading. What impressed me most about Katie was the way she turned the unthinkable loss of her daughter into unmeasurable joy for hundreds of other children in her community. She’s poured her life into distributing books as a way to remember her daughter and help other kids learn to read. She’s making a difference in so many lives, and it’s one of the many reasons I respect her so much and am so proud to have her as part of my team.”
Katie and Tim live in a condo in a downtown Des Moines building — two blocks from the State Capitol — that was built in 1887. Tim works as business development manager for Country Maid, a pastry manufacturing business based in West Bend.
“Whenever people ask me my hometown, I never hesitate to say Fort Dodge,” she said. “The influences I had throughout my career and friendships and getting to know parents of my children’s friends. Growing up there taught me tenacity, compassion, creativity — and has brought wonderful friendships. With certainty, that is who I am.”
Messenger Spotlight: March 4, 2018; Paul Stevens
Bill Goodman was just 7 years old when he moved into his step-grandmother’s home in Fort Dodge to live with her and 10 of her children.
His mother, Carrie, had died in an auto accident two years earlier. His father, Louis Goodman, who worked for a steel company, believed Fort Dodge would be a better place for his only son to grow up than the city where he was born, Chicago.
“It was very hard for me,” Goodman recalled. “The reality was that even with all those kids around, I felt alone. I was a lonely, quiet kid. It’s probably one of the reasons I got involved with athletics. They gave me something to grab on to, a feeling of belonging.”
Looking back from his home in Burnsville in suburban Minneapolis-St. Paul, Goodman appreciates that so much of what he has today — the love of a wife, four children and three grandchildren, a successful career in sports and the business world, and the ability at the age of 71 to still teach others — traces to participating in sports and the support of friends and coaches in Fort Dodge.
That shy, lonely kid, one of only two black students in his 1965 FDSH graduating class of 449, became one of the finest all-around athletes in Fort Dodge history. He signed a professional baseball contract and played seven years in the Reds and Twins organizations; joined the Twin Cities business community and excelled in human resources; and today is head baseball coach and a substitute teacher at a nearby high school while operating his own HR consulting business. And he’s watching his youngest son, Kris, forge a baseball career of his own.
Goodman lived in the household of Gracie Grady, who was the mother of Eloise, the woman his father remarried. His father met Eloise in Chicago and the couple lived in Fort Dodge for a short time, Goodman said, but his father believed he could earn more in Chicago and moved back. Bill stayed, and shared a room with three other boys in Gracie’s home in the Flats area of Fort Dodge, near the Des Moines River.
“I was withdrawn,” he said. “I spent a lot of time in books, building model planes, things I could do by myself. But those kind of things also teach you discipline.”
Bill was attending Pleasant Valley Elementary School when he latched onto a sport that would come to define his life — baseball — and found “I was a totally different person when I put a uniform on than when I didn’t have one on.”
Bill had learned to play catch with his dad, but a YMCA League team in Fort Dodge was his first exposure to organized baseball. His abilities were noted by Jerry Patterson, who invited him to join his Fort Dodge Demons 15-and-under baseball team that competed throughout Iowa and the Midwest. Goodman was a pitcher and outfielder for the Demons and until his senior year of high school, when Coach Ed McNeil moved him to center field.
At 5 foot, 11 inches, and 185 pounds, Goodman played football, basketball, baseball and track at Fort Dodge Senior High, where he was inducted in 2016 into the Dodger Hall of Fame. He was an 11-time varsity letter winner in the four sports and was selected first-team All-State as a football halfback. He considered McNeil as his second father — “I just loved the guy.”
McNeil died in 1991.
“I don’t know if I was that good an athlete,” he said, “but I was as mentally tough as anybody. I don’t know if I was good, but I loved what I was doing. There were people who were very good in helping me be confident in school work and athletics. One of them was Jake Townsend, who taught civics. He challenged me when I didn’t speak up: ‘Billy, you know the answer, now give me the answer!’ Those guys believed in me and I think that made me a better person and athlete.”
He was one of two blacks in his class — the other being Ernestine Benson, who is now deceased, his date to Senior Prom.
“Those were the best of times,” Goodman said. “I knew kids from Fort Dodge High and St. Edmond, and I don’t remember any of those people being biased because of the pigment of my skin.”
“Many a night at (classmate) Tom Bice’s house, if it snowed, they wouldn’t let me go home.When I was a sophomore playing varsity football, (Coach) Roger Higgins set up a situation where one of the seniors would give me a ride home after every varsity game. It showed me how decent people were. Larry Erickson and his girlfriend would give me a ride home before they went on their date. Growing up in Fort Dodge was not tough, it was different but not because of me being one of the few blacks in school.”
His dad visited from Chicago on holidays and saw Bill play on Dad’s Night at Dodger Stadium his senior year, when Bill ran back a punt for an 85-yard touchdown the first time he handled the ball. Bill treasures a photo of him with his dad from that football game.
Among the classmates he remains in touch with are Bice, a district court judge in Fort Dodge; Tom Goodman, an Iowa Basketball Hall of Fame player and coach who lives in suburban Des Moines, and Fred Moeller, owner of Moeller Furnace Co. in Fort Dodge. “I’m the godfather of Fred’s youngest son (Nate),” Goodman said.
“All of our parents were parent figures to Bill, our sisters and brothers were his sisters and brothers,” Moeller said. “Bill was always smart and took his education seriously, worked hard at everything but had fun along the way.”
Baseball was always his first love, Goodman said. “I loved baseball and football and basketball and track — I loved doing them all,” he said. “Baseball intrigues me. It’s kind of like a chess game. I loved the mind aspect that goes into baseball.”
After graduating from FDSH, Goodman got a scholarship offer to play football and baseball at the University of Arizona. He was spotted by Cincinnati at a tryout camp in Algona, was drafted, and selected by the Reds for a program paying a player to attend school while playing minor league baseball from June through September. He attended Morningside College in Sioux City, majoring in education with an emphasis on history and political science, and roomed with Paul Splittorff, who later played for the Kansas City Royals (and died in 2011).
Goodman was a member of the 1968 Northern League All-Star team while with the Reds. He was asked by the team to attend spring training in his senior year at Morningside or be released, and he chose to remain in school, graduating in 1969. He was signed as an outfielder by the Minnesota Twins and played at the AA level, leading Florida State League outfielders in 1970 in putouts and double plays. Reality set in when the Twins told him the highest he would likely play was AAA. They offered him an opportunity to be a coach of its Orlando team but he decided it was time “to get a real job.”
“I would have loved to have played in the big leagues,” he said, but armed with his degree from Morningside, with no regrets, he started a new career path. Goodman said he “made a lot of good friends” in his seven years of professional baseball, and was a teammate of Hall of Famer Ken Griffey Sr. in the minor leagues. “The whole foundation for me, baseball set it up,” he said. “I still know some people in the Twins organization, I still have guys who I stay in touch with going back to the Reds. When you’re 18 years old, playing baseball with these guys, they’re all brothers.”
Goodman taught and coached for five years in Buchanan, Michigan — where he met his first wife, Barb, and they had two children, Keisha and Torre. They divorced and in later years Goodman traveled countless times to see Keisha play softball and Torre play football and basketball. “To me, it was worth the drive to do that,’ he said. “Things happen, you look at it and learn. I tell my kids that a lot. I tell them, no matter what, you can’t get rid of me as a father. You’re stuck with me.”
Goodman returned to Fort Dodge in 1974 to teach and coach — he was sophomore football coach under Dave Cox, assistant basketball coach under Jim Friest and assistant baseball coach under McNeil. A defining life’s moment came one day when McNeil took him aside and said, “Take a look at me, is this what you want to be doing at my age?”
In 1977, Goodman moved to the Minneapolis-St. Paul area and over the years worked in human resources for Land O’Lakes, Pillsbury, ITT (where he was a vice president), Aveda, Rollerblade USA, Moore Data Management Services and then Bethel University, where he was director of human resources. During his corporate life, Goodman found time to coach baseball at Macalester College, Augsburg University and Bethel — and to coach Kris’ Little League teams. He retired in 2012 to devote more time to seeing Kris play baseball at the University of Iowa.
“I loved the people contact,” Goodman said. “I had been in baseball and education and people said I have the gift of interacting with people. This is where my time in Fort Dodge was a great asset to me — treating people with respect. They all taught me I could interact with people with integrity and respect. Sometimes it was tough. But you treat everybody with dignity and respect, even with allegations against them.”
Goodman and his wife, Dianne, will celebrate their 35th anniversary on Feb. 12. They met while working at Land O’Lakes. She now works for NorthstarMLS in St. Paul as an HR coordinator and executive assistant.
His oldest, Keisha, is a registered nurse in Niles, Michigan, and she and her husband, Pete Byrd, have three children: Kennedy, Caleb and Karleigh. Next is Torre, an IT executive in Kalamazoo, Michigan (yes, Bill said, named for baseball legend Joe Torre). His two children with Dianne are Katie, a law graduate finishing her master’s degree in environmental law at Lewis & Clark College in Portland, Oregon, and Kris, an Iowa graduate. All of the kids were involved with sports, as are his grandkids, Goodman said, “but we didn’t force them into it. Each one of them loved it to a point.”
Kris was drafted by the Miami Marlins after playing as a third baseman and outfielder for the Hawkeyes. He competed in the Marlins’ minor league system for two years and then played last summer with the Gary SouthShore RailCats of the American Association. He is working out at home now, seeking an invitation from a major league team to take part in spring training. He hopes one day to become a sports psychologist.
“I see a lot of myself in him,” Goodman said. “We both love history, both love the game of baseball, we both are driven, I mean driven, wanting to excel. He probably is much better than I was talentwise.”
This spring, Goodman will enter his second season as head baseball coach at Lakeville South High School, close by their home in Burnsville, and is a substitute teacher there and at two other area schools.
As a substitute teacher, he said, “I can be near the kids, day in and day out, and they can get to know me not just as a guy in uniform. I work some Twins camps during the summer and work with kids on how to play the game, have some fun with them. For me, I get to put on a Twins uniform again.”
“Life has been good,” Goodman said. “I wouldn’t trade it for anything from the standpoint of growing up where I grew up. Life to me is all about the people you meet going through. I could run through a list of hundreds of people from my teachers and coaches and teammates and others who left an impression on me. The ripples we put into the water, they touch a lot of people.”
Messenger Spotlight: Febuary 4, 2018; Paul Stevens
Whenever Kathleen Hay is asked where she works, her answer is simple:
“Look for the building with the big green clock on top,” she says. “That’s how we tell people how to find us on Central Avenue.”
As Webster County deputy treasurer, she has had lots of company. Thousands of county employees like her have come to a workplace each day that is steeped in history. Their work venue: the Webster County Courthouse, a four-story stone structure at the corner of Central Avenue and Seventh Street that carries atop its shoulders a green clock tower that has been the centerpiece of downtown for 115 years.
The building and its clock tower have witnessed so much history since they were erected in 1902 at a time when horse and buggies traversed Central Avenue. That evolution of transportation continued with the Model A to the modern-day automobiles that on Friday and Saturday nights paraded past the courthouse, shagging the drag.
The two have witnessed parades of all sorts — returning veterans marching down Central at the end of each of the two world wars, presidential candidates such as John F. Kennedy in town seeking caucus support, Frontier Day festivities, summertime Market on Central.
And last year, the Rock n’ Rail 1850 Bike Race. They’ve witnessed a once-flourishing business center now trying to find its way back. And more.
The courthouse building — whose stone walls are 36 inches wide in some places — is on the National Register of Historic Places and the focal point for Webster County government and the 38,000 residents it serves. About 50 county employees work in the building.
It’s where you perform such functions as registering to vote, renewing your vehicle registration, paying property taxes, applying for permits, searching for recorded documents, attending a supervisors meeting, tending to a rural farm road issue and all assessments of property. It’s where you may be called to serve on juries in one of two courtrooms presided over by district court judges.
And in election season, it’s where the voting choices of the county’s residents are recorded.
“The courthouse is the center of democracy,” said Alan Wooters, who worked 44 years in the county auditor’s office before retiring in 2008. “When you walk in the door, history comes down on your shoulders. The ornate lobby, the murals and fine marble, you take on that feeling. This is history and government at its basic level.”
Fort Dodge’s Mark Cady, chief justice of the Iowa Supreme Court, started his career there as a law clerk to then-District Court Judge Albert Habhab.
“The courthouse is a symbol for a community and it represents its best hope that we achieve the justice that’s in all of us,” Cady said. “A lot of credit goes to this county to preserve it, to be sure it stands tall in the community. It’s an honor to work there.”
This is a courthouse that was built to last — and the third time proved to be the charm.
After the county was organized in 1852, the community of Homer was designated county seat and a courthouse was built there. As the story goes, John F. Duncombe, an attorney and pioneer journalist of Fort Dodge, wanted the county seat to be moved from Homer (population 600) to his city (population 50), so he began telling people that since the land office was in Fort Dodge, so too should the county seat be. John D. Maxwell, a prominent Homer lawyer, heard the rumor and tried to prevent an election from being held, but failed to do so.
Both factions resorted to ballot box stuffing, the story goes, but Fort Dodge proponents were more adept at the art. In the town, children and transients voted, eligible persons voted again and again, and everyone who could be found was rushed to the polls. The final vote, 407 to 264 — representing three times as many votes as had ever been cast at any previous election — registered a victory for Fort Dodge.
Legend has it that Maxwell was infuriated and challenged Duncombe to a wrestling match to determine the final location of the county seat. Duncombe, although slighter in build, won the match, and Fort Dodge became the county seat. Shortly after the match, the county records were removed from Homer and taken to Fort Dodge in a prairie schooner.
The population of Homer decreased rapidly, while Fort Dodge’s population boomed.
A two-story courthouse was built but was quickly outgrown, so the building was destroyed and a new four-story courthouse — the present-day one — was built on the same site and opened in 1902. The cost of construction was about $40,000. The building was designed by Henry C. Koch, a German-American architect from Milwaukee who in 1895 designed the 15-story Milwaukee City Hall. Its signature feature: a clock tower built of copper.
As time marched on, however, the courthouse began to show signs of age and was in bad need of repair and renovation. The white marble steps were covered with an unsightly sealant and the once-majestic lobby was divided into two offices with a narrow hallway between them.
“When I first came here in 1974, the county attorney’s office was in a makeshift location in the foyer,” said Kurt Wilke, chief judge in Judicial District 2 that encompasses 22 counties. “The courtroom ceilings had been dropped way down, covering half the windows and artwork on the walls. The aesthetics were awful.”
Wooters recalled that the question arose — does the county leave this old building in the downtown area as that area became less vital? There had long been pressure from downtown business owners to keep the courthouse on Central Avenue where employees ate at downtown restaurants and shopped in downtown retail stores. The Webster County Board of Supervisors studied the options and decided it should remain downtown, but receive some tender loving care. A new roof was needed, windows needed replacing, the marble floor refurbishing.
“It was generally accepted (in the decision to stay) that there was a lot of value there, and that the courthouse was very important to the city,” Wooters said. “The supervisors agreed to set aside millions of dollars to start the process of transforming the building back to where it once had been.”
“During the renovation, it was so neat to see this building come alive,” said Allison Ripperger, a software specialist at the courthouse who has worked there since 1984. “Sometimes, I am taken back by everything that’s gone on in that building. There is a sense of pride to work there. It has changed, but the objective always remains same — assess the property, law enforcement, to serve the public.”
Ripperger said that her old office was in an area that once was the county sheriff’s bedroom. There were once apartments in the building for the sheriff and for the jailer.
The need for renovation also held true for the clock tower atop the four-story building. It never consistently operated over the years. The county supervisors in 2016 authorized $20,000 to renovate the clock, and a Minneapolis company, Mechanical Watch Supply, was hired to carry out the task.
The company installed a modern contemporary system tied to GPS that makes the clock keep time as accurately as a cell phone, said its president Rory Demesy. The original four clock faces – which face north, south, east and west — were copied and new clock hands made from redwood. The clock now adjusts for daylight savings time and power outages, and chimes on the hour with the same 600-700-pound bell that was in the original clock.
The green clock — the green the result of oxidation of the copper — is unique, said Demesy, whose company installs and maintains clocks primarily in the Midwest. “It’s always rewarding to do — they’re public clocks. Sure, everyone carries a phone in their pocket. But when a public clock doesn’t work, you get numerous complaints. People do use them.”
County Auditor Doreen Pliner said she often hears from the public “how well the building has been maintained. The marble floors, brass railings, paintings on third floor, skylight on fourth floor – people will say how beautiful a place it is. It makes you feel good to hear. I feel pretty privileged to work in a courthouse as well maintained as this one.”
County Treasurer Jan Messerly’s office on the first floor still uses old oak desks that have a long history in the courthouse. The office walls display a collection of Iowa vehicle license plates from over the years and historic photos that can be seen by customers who come in to renew their plates. Speaking of the solid walls that surround her, Messerly said, “I feel a bit more secure in this building than almost any other if we had a tornado.”
On the third floor are two courtrooms where jury trials are held, as well as a small equity courtroom.
“This old building just seeps with history,” said District Court Judge Tom Bice, who practiced law with the Johnson law firm 36 years before he was appointed judge in 2008. “Not a lot before my time, some of the old judges came in on the railroad, the old Illinois Central, brought their bags up and stayed in the courthouse during their trial term.”
“As you come up the stairway from the third to fourth floor,” he added, “there was an old bell on the door that was locked all the time. You rang the bell to get the attention of the jailer. All the offices have changed, but the bell remains there to this day. The other thing about the building I find remarkable is the artwork in the ceiling of the building. It is remarkable, the detail and quality are really something. It’s something most of us take for granted.”
Next door to the courthouse is another building with a long history on Central Avenue — that housing The Messenger, Fort Dodge’s daily newspaper. It was built in 1906 and there’s a story relating to the two buildings, separated by an alley, involving a young Messenger editor named Walter Howey.
Howey enjoyed being first with the news — a trait that would carry him on to success on much larger newspaper stages in Chicago — where he was the prototype for the crusty editor Walter Burns in the famous Broadway play “The Front Page” — and later in Boston.
When a major murder trial being conducted in the courthouse next door neared conclusion, Howey ran off two editions of The Messenger — one with a “Guilty” headline on the front page and one with a “Not Guilty” headline. He held both editions in the pressroom until he received a flash from the courtroom by a reporter signaling from a courthouse window to another reporter in The Messenger across the alley, and then let news boys rush out hawking the verdict even before the judge had dismissed the court. He beat the competition.
Wooters recalled a “ghost in the courthouse” story from the 1970s:
“On the third floor, the Webster County law library is on the same floor as the courts. In the mornings, we would find leftover paper and little pieces of food on the floor and wondered, what’s going on here? A sheriff’s deputy was finally posted outside the locked library and we found that a down-and-out lawyer who still had his key to the library had been sleeping there in the winter.”
The future of the courthouse appears bright.
“It’s in good structural condition now,” said Doug Vincent, who is in charge of maintaining all of the county buildings. “There’s a capital improvement plan of things we want to fix. Right now, we’re working on repairing some wind damage now to the clock tower that blew some of the copper off.”
Mark Campbell, chairman of the Webster County board of supervisors, said that besides the clock tower repair, some restoration work is also underway in the main courtroom.
The supervisors are in early discussions with the newly formed Main Street Fort Dodge and its executive director, Kris Patrick, on making a total restoration of the clock tower one of its first projects. Main Street Fort Dodge is working to make the downtown area more vibrant, as a place to live and to shop.
“The courthouse is a magnificent building,” Campbell said. It is pretty unique when you walk in and realize how old a structure it is, but how current it is — it’s a high-tech building in an old shell.”
Messenger Spotlight: January 7, 2018; Paul Stevens
With a military precision befitting their mission, volunteer organizers of the Brushy Creek Honor Flights have virtually every minute of a 19-hour day accounted for when they transport their precious cargo of area veterans to view national landmarks in Washington, D.C.
They’ve done it 14 times since the first flight in May 2010, carrying a total of about 1,900 veterans of World War II, Korea and Vietnam from Fort Dodge Regional Airport to Dulles International Airport, where waiting buses take them on a daylong journey to view the national memorials dedicated to their wars as well as other landmarks in the nation’s capitol.
What a day it is, seared in the memories of all the veterans and their families who are fortunate enough to experience it. And there may be no other event in Fort Dodge that bonds the community like the Honor Flights do.
For veterans chosen for the flight, the day begins at 5 a.m. with check-in at the airport hangar. The 150 veterans clear security and board a Boeing 737 operated by Sun Country Airlines, with Fort Dodge firemen carrying those needing help up the stairway to their seats.
Wheels up at 6:20 for the two-hour flight to Dulles International Airport where the plane taxis to the terminal. Lines of 500 to 600 greeters in the terminal applauding and shaking their hands as they move to the buses that take them to downtown Washington, escorted by motorcycle police with sirens blaring. Stops at the World War II, Korea and Vietnam memorials. Box lunches served on the buses while they tour the city. Stops at Arlington National Cemetery in time for the Changing of the Guard, and at the Iwo Jima Marine Corps monument and the new Air Force Memorial. Mail call during the return flight to Fort Dodge where each veteran receives notes of gratitude for his or her service. Arrival in Fort Dodge at 10:30 p.m. where 500 to 700 friends and family greet them, along with a band from Iowa Central Community College. And home with memories to last a lifetime.
A tried and true formula, but subject from time to time to improvements, noted Charles Walker, a Fort Dodge attorney who as a member of the original Brushy Creek board has traveled on all but one of the Honor Flights:
“Mail call has always been one of the flights’ most popular and moving features. We used to remind the veterans on the plane that when they served, they looked forward to two things — pay day and mail call — and that while we were not going to have a pay day on the flight, we would have mail call. But then, three flights ago, we found someone who donated Payday candy bars, the salted nut roll candy. And now we can say the veterans get both Payday and mail call.”
Curt Martins, a Callender resident who served as a Navy Seabee in Vietnam, said the police escort for the Honor Flight buses and the greetings he and fellow veterans received in Washington from “people of all walks of life” are memories lodged forever in his mind. “The showing of thoughtfulness was overwhelming. We were treated like royalty the whole trip.”
When the first Honor Flight was planned, organizers hoped they could raise enough money for at least one flight. Not only did they raise the needed $100,000, Brushy Creek director Ron Newsum recalled, but they set the tone for the 14 flights that have followed.
Veterans who have taken the flights include, roughly, 925 from the Army, 400 from the Navy, 250 from the Air Force, 250 from the Marine Corps and 25 from the Coast Guard.
Those first flights took only World War II veterans, but in 2013 expanded to include Korean War veterans and in 2015 to include Vietnam War veterans.
“I have been a volunteer all of my adult life for one project or another,” Newsum said. “The Honor Flight has been the most rewarding project I have been involved with. Each flight has been a ‘reward.’
“Veterans expect to see their memorials along with Arlington Cemetery and the changing of the guard. They do not expect the 500 to 700 Washington volunteers who greet them at Dulles Airport, nor the 500 to 700 people who greet them upon their return to Fort Dodge later that evening. I’m proud to have been a part of ‘Honoring’ those veterans who have given us the freedoms we have today, and I am looking forward to future flights.”
Dr. Paul Brown, 94, a World War II and Korean War veteran, took the Honor Flight several years ago and said “it was the best-planned and administered trip I have ever taken. Every moment was filled with something. I was amazed by the World War II monument — I had heard some criticism about it, but I thought it was magnificently planned and carried out to highlight the activities of all the armed services.”
The homecoming at the Fort Dodge airport stands out in the mind of Brown, who was a family practice physician in Maquoketa for 40 years before moving to Fort Dodge. “When we arrived back in Fort Dodge, there were a thousand people waiting for us.”
Jerry Thoma, who served two tours of Vietnam in 1966-67 with the Navy’s swift boats unit, was among the Vietnam veterans who took an Honor Flight in 2016. Thoma, a retired chief deputy with the Webster County Sheriff’s Department, said that “everything was well-organized every minute of our trip, from the people who met us at the airport in Washington to the crowd here at home who had to wait for an extra hour and half delay for our return arrival.
“The Vietnam wall was truly humbling. The visit to Arlington Cemetery and the Changing of the Guard were awesome. My wife said I didn’t stop talking about the trip for two days. Every chance I get, I talk to other vets to take the trip and some have thanked me for talking them into it. I will be forever grateful for the chance to go. My personal emotions will be forever changed after participating in this trip.”
Beyond the moving experience of the veterans themselves are their families, some of whom served as “guardians” assigned to each veteran and others who awaited their loved one’s arrival in Washington or back in Fort Dodge.
“Our whole family, children and their spouses were waiting in D.C. for the Brushy Creek Honor Flight to arrive,” recalled Barb Nolan Anderson of Shakopee, Minnesota, whose father, Gene Nolan, a World War II veteran, was on the first Honor Flight, accompanied on the flight by his son, John, and his granddaughter, Angela.
“The Honor Flight gave our family the opportunity to join others in honoring the men and women who served our great country so selflessly,” she said. “I think we all have had those times when ‘thank you just isn’t enough’ and when no matter how hard you try, the right words just won’t come.
“This is how I feel when I try to describe how grateful and thankful I am to Ron Newsum and the entire team of organizers for making the Honor Flights a reality. Clearly, it was Ron’s strong sense of leadership, focus to detail and commitment to excellence that provided the framework for a day that appeared seamless in its ability to meet the needs of the World War II Vets. Our family carries in our heart the precious memories of that day and how wonderful it was to share it together as a family. It is a time that we will always hold dear and cherish.”
Newsum, who accompanied his own World War II veteran father to Washington on that first flight on May 1, 2010, is quick to point out that the flights would not be possible without the “team effort” of dedicated volunteers, who include: Barb Schulze and Darrell and Phyllis Koester, responsible for all of the homecomings in Fort Dodge; Rhonda Chambers, Fort Dodge Regional Airport manager, who makes arrangements for the charter flights; Charles Walker and wife, Mary Lou, who, along with his staff, determine which veterans are eligible to go on the next flight; Lee Bailey, who makes all the arrangements for hats/shirts and helps Orene Cressler with the unloading of the veterans assigned to wheelchairs; Mel Schroeder, treasurer, who with Craig Malloy are in charge of loading the supplies needed on the aircraft the morning of the flight; Marlene Welander, Russ Naden, Walker and Malloy, who act as motor coach captains to make sure all the veterans get the needed wheelchairs, water, etc. while on the tour; Welander, Peggy Dettmann and Julie Reed, who make sure the loading/unloading of the aircraft go smoothly.
When the veterans have been notified of their invitation on the trip, all of the board members call veterans’ family members to arrange for the “mail call.”
Four of the first board of directors of Brushy Creek Honor Flight continue on today: Newsum, Schroeder, Walker and Naden. Others on that original board were Mike Kopp, Tom Dorsey and the late Dan Payne.
Albert Habhab, a World War II veteran and former Fort Dodge mayor and judge, was on an early Honor Flight and gives “special thanks to those who not only conceived the idea but also gave of their time, talent and personal funds to make it a reality. “My travels have taken me to distances far removed from Fort Dodge and I have never met men and women more determined and dedicated than this group to make a dream a reality.”
Schroeder said a reward for all the work “was to see the expressions on the faces of the veterans as they were greeted by hundreds of people of all ages as they arrived at the Dulles Airport. Several of the veterans — especially those who served during the Vietnam War — commented they didn’t get a warm reception when they came home. As the veterans toured the monuments erected in their honor, they were often stopped by complete strangers who greeted them and thanked them for their service.”
Each flight costs about $100,000 to accomplish. Newsum said that Brushy Creek has not had any corporate sponsors, but has received “several nice corporate donations. We have relied totally on the good will of many, many people and organizations. To date we have not had to ‘beg’ for dollars.”
When the flight was first organized, the intent was to take veterans from Webster County and its surrounding counties, Newsum said, but in short order organizers received applications from beyond those county lines so the board made the decision not to penalize veterans because they did not live in the “right” county. The Brushy Creek flights have carried veterans from 51 counties and 160 communities.
Walker said “people at The Messenger have been great” in publicizing the flights and in honoring the veterans aboard each flight with pictures of each in a special section that is published just before each flight. The newspaper also sends a reporter with each flight.
Two Brushy Creek Honor Flights are scheduled for 2018 — the first on May 12 and the second on Sept. 15 — and there are tentative plans for a flight in May of 2019.
“We have enough applications for the next three, maybe even more,” said Walker, a Vietnam veteran who noted there are several World War II veterans who have applied. “As long as we have veterans who want to go, we will keep raising the money and get it done.”
Messenger Spotlight: December 3, 2017; Paul Stevens
Larry Mitchell has the opening role in Meredith Willson’s “The Music Man” that will be performed this week at Decker Auditorium by the Comedia Musica Players.
“Board, all aboard!” he will call out as conductor of the train entering River City Junction. A fitting line, considering that for the past 51 years in Fort Dodge, he has welcomed aboard a thousand or more to take part in musical performances that have enriched their lives and those of the theater-goers who come to view their work.
You might consider Mitchell to be Fort Dodge’s “Music Man” in the world of musical theater — just as another of the city’s beloved musical figures, Karl King, is to the world of bands and marching music. It would be hard to argue otherwise. As a producer, director and theater consultant, Mitchell directed more than 80 productions of more than 60 musicals over the years at the junior high, senior high, college and semi-professional levels in the United States and England.
Mitchell and Scott Griffith co-founded Comedia — a nonprofit volunteer organization — in 1968, so this week’s performance at Decker will be its 50th annual production of a Broadway musical — a run that would be the envy of cities much larger.
Mitchell served as the choral director at Fort Dodge Senior High for 31 years, retiring in 1997 after directing annual performances that introduced hundreds upon hundreds of young people to showcasing their musical talents for the first time. FDSH has performed musical theater continuously since 1928.
“We’re a blue-collar town,” he said. “We’re not like Ankeny or Ames. It takes people to perform. We’re all volunteers. These musical groups have flourished and continued on. By golly, it’s working. It’s been really exciting.”
“The Fantasticks” was Comedia’s first performance, staged at the Best Western Starlight Village in a dinner-theater format before moving to the Elks Club and then to its present home on the campus of Iowa Central Community College.
“It didn’t take many people to perform,” Mitchell recalled. “Starting it was one thing, but keeping it going was entirely different. Some years, we thought we might have to skip a year, not enough people, and then something happens and we go on. And the next year, we have more people than we knew what to do with.”
Some of his alumni of Comedia and FDSH went on to professional careers. Terry Goodman is one — performing in more than 200 professional plays, musicals, television shows and motion pictures. John Hagen is another — a member of the Texas Tenors, three-time Emmy Award winners who perform all over the world.
But the vast majority of performers coached by Mitchell went on to work in different professions outside the musical realm.
“You don’t gear yourself to create professionals,” he said. “What I wanted was people who would enjoy performing and they would participate when they graduated from high school and enjoy performing. Basically, what the goal is, is to find what they love doing and keep on doing it.”
Sports was a big part of Mitchell’s early years, and Fort Dodge attorney Jerry Schnurr III, who performed under Mitchell’s direction in high school and with Comedia, thinks it shows through in his approach to teaching music.
“I was an athlete in high school — in football and wrestling,” Schnurr said, “and the way Larry approached choir was how he approached basketball when he played in high school. Both call on the same principles for success — dedication, hard work, practice, rehearsal.”
There also is confidence that comes from getting up and speaking (and singing) in front of people, and the Comedia experience has aided him greatly in his courtroom work, added Schnurr, who has practiced law in Fort Dodge since 1986.
Rachel Bell was 11 years old when her father performed in the second musical Comedia did, “Paint Your Wagon.” She joined the troupe a year later with “Carousel.”
“We took the show to Leadville, Colorado, that summer and performed both ‘Paint Your Wagon’ and ‘Carousel’ in the historic Tabor Opera House,” she said. “I will always be grateful to Larry for having given me that opportunity. It is a memory that I cherish to this day.”
So, apparently, did the owners of the Tabor Opera House. Bell said she was watching “American Pickers” a couple years ago when it was taping at the opera house and the camera caught an enclosed glass case with flyers from Comedia performances of the two shows. “That would have been about 50 years old, so you might say that his impact was far spreading and lasting,” she said.
Today, she pursues her love as a choreographer with Comedia, the Fort Dodge Civic Glee Club, both of the city’s high schools and many other music organizations that has spanned several decades and more than 100 musicals.
Mitchell was born in Cherokee to Leon and Beulah Mitchell. His father farmed near Craighorn and his mother was a teacher who loved to sing and was active in her church choir. It rubbed off on Mitchell: “I’ve always enjoyed music; I took voice lessons and went to contests.”
When his family moved to Paullina, Mitchell was the 6-foot-2 center on Paullina High School’s basketball team that advanced to the Final Four of the Iowa State Basketball Tournament in 1954. They lost in the semifinals to Des Moines Roosevelt, led by point guard Randy Duncan, who starred as quarterback at the University of Iowa.
Mitchell attended Iowa State University with plans to be a veterinarian. “I loved animals,” he said, but he was exposed to music through choral director Robert McCowen and found he preferred music to science. ISU did not offer a theater major at the time, so Mitchell transferred to Iowa State Teachers College (now University of Northern Iowa) for his junior year and earned his degree there.
His first job was in the Orange Township School District outside of Waterloo, where he was choral director for the junior high and senior high schools. There, he started doing musicals on his own. Mitchell was hired at Fort Dodge Senior High School in 1966 by personnel director Swede Simonson, replacing Don Walker. In his early years in Fort Dodge, Mitchell directed the Fort Dodge Civic Glee Club for five years.
Scott Griffith was a senior at FDSH during Mitchell’s first year there and was attending Drake University when they combined to form Comedia. “Scolar Productions presents Comedia Musica Players” was the original name, Scolar formed by the first three letters of each’s first name.
“He provided money for technical lighting and sound and was with us for three summers,” Mitchell said. “He went out East and did some professional work and bought a dinner theater. He’s retired now and lives in Palm Springs, California. His brother Stan Griffith lives in Fort Dodge.”
“It just kind of started and grew like top-seed,” Mitchell said. “Dinner theater was a new thing back then. We went out and talked to Jim Ackerman, then the owner of Starlite, and that’s how it got started. Our stage was borrowed from the high school. We had a simple set, simple props, kind of a simple production — not as big and flamboyant as we are now.
“For the first dozen or so years, we had Richard Denny, a former Broadway singer/dancer who had a studio and choreographed for the Colorado Concert Ballet of Denver, fly into Fort Dodge for a weekend prior to our production and choreograph the entire show. We would then rehearse and adapt his choreography. He was so valuable to give us the professional touch to get us going. Richard, now deceased, became a very good and trusted lifelong friend.”
Larry Colois was in the lead role for Comedia’s first production, “The Fantasticks,” and went on to New York City where he taught at the American Academy of Performing Arts. Mitchell’s first wife, Leslie Ann Grove, was the leading lady and Mitchell played a role. Colois returned for Comedia’s 40th production, performing “Try to Remember” and “They Call the Wind Mariah” from the musical “Paint Your Wagon.”
The last Comedia performance directed by Mitchell was that 40th annual concert in 2007, when original performers from various shows of the past came from as far away as New York, Utah and Arizona to take part.
His book, “A Practical Handbook for Musical Theater,” has sold more than 1,000 copies throughout the United States.
Mitchell is grateful for the life he chose. “I wouldn’t have been very good at anything else. I would have been a very average vet. This is my true calling.”
Said Bell, “I think we would be blown away if we knew the number of people who have been affected by Larry and the opportunities he created in Fort Dodge over the years. He may no longer be directing, but his legacy is alive and kicking.”
Mitchell and his wife, Donni, who works for Kesterson Realty in Fort Dodge, have been married 21 years. Donni has taken part in the last 10 Comedia productions in a variety of duties including scenic artist, sponsorship/ticket chair and production assistant.
Mitchell said the choice of “The Music Man” for the 50th anniversary performance is perfect.
“The board decided to go with all local talent. It is very Iowa, very festive, lots of room for kids and a big cast — about 80 people. It’s very celebratory,” he said.
Once his cameo appearance is finished, Mitchell said, “Then I am done. That’s it. Then I come out for the curtain call at the end. So, I am going to sit unobtrusively in the audience until then.”
Messenger Spotlight: November 5, 2017
What started as a high school prank nearly 50 years ago has remained a landmark of Fort Dodge for years — and now the perpetrators are ready to come forth and “fess up” to their deed.
The six teenage boys who stole into Crawford Park in the middle of the night in 1969 and painted “LIONEL” on the side of a Chicago & North Western Railway bridge are now 67 years old. They figure the statute of limitations on the white lettering they painted on the bridge has long passed.
The 72-foot bridge over Soldier Creek was erected in 1901. It has long been abandoned by the railroad, the rails removed and replaced by a 2.9-mile pedestrian and bicycling pathway called the Fort Dodge Nature Trails. But one wonders how many of those who walk or ride the trail through Snell-Crawford Park know what or who Lionel is.
“At a camp in Fort Dodge during RAGBRAI,” said one of the instigators, Scott Swinney, “we told the story of the bridge. We were pretty proud of ourselves. We said, we are the guys who did it! A much younger woman who was listening said, ‘Maybe you can find the answer for me. Who’s Lionel?'”
Owning a Lionel train set was a rite of passage for the Baby Boomer generation.
The Lionel Corp. is an American toy manufacturer best known for its toy trains and model railroads. Lionel trains was founded in 1900 by Joshua Lionel Cowen and during its peak years in the 1950s, the company sold $25 million worth of trains per year as one of the leading toy manufacturers in the world. Lionel Electric Trains continues to this day, based in New York City.
“I owned a Lionel train my whole life and now my son, Michael, who is 39, does,” said Swinney, who stayed in the Minneapolis area after retiring four years ago from a career in surgical medical sales. “If you had a bike, you wanted it to be a Schwinn. If you had a train, you wanted it to be Lionel.”
The Lionel Six “wanted it to be a double-take thing — to give people a chuckle as they drive through the park,” Swinney said. “Seriously, at the age of 67 my friends and I have been in awe of its continuing existence all these years later. And we are reaching an age where its impact is diminishing with the younger generations.”
Lori Branderhorst, director of Fort Dodge’s Parks, Recreation and Forestry Department, which owns and maintains the bridge, believes it is a real treasure to citizens of the city — regardless of their age. The city purchased the bridge from Chicago and North Western in 1984.
“It’s a great talking point for the city,” she said. “We cleared the creek bed away and it’s just a beautiful focal point. The name ‘Lionel’ evokes lots of memories from all of the generations.”
How did it all come about, you ask?
Ron Schrader, who earned a Ph.D. in statistics, taught at the University of New Mexico for 30 years and chaired its Department of Mathematics and Statistics, recounts the story of what he calls the “Lionel Bridge Caper.”
The Lionel Six comprised five members of the Fort Dodge Senior High School Class of 1968. Besides Swinney and Schrader, they were Mark Scott, who lives in the Minneapolis area; Stan Baker, who lives in the Washington, D.C., area; and Duane Lindner, who lives in the San Francisco area. One other who joined them was not part of their class and chose to remain anonymous.
The bridge had been a target of graffiti and one of the six snuck down to the bridge one night with black paint and replaced X-rated words with G-rated ones, Swinney said. But then came the thought, “Wouldn’t it be funny with that old bridge with nothing on it that we put Lionel on it and make the lettering size-correct?”
It was supposed to be a graduation prank, Schrader said, but their first attempt in summer of 1968 failed when they didn’t do their homework on logistics of proper stencils and underestimated the skill needed to negotiate painting in a harness while holding a stencil and can of spray paint. When an unexpected gust of wind shredded the stencil he was holding, it was back to the drawing boards — and the six were off for the first year of college.
Undaunted, they returned in the summer of 1969 while home from college and vowed to do the job correctly. Schrader’s parents were gone on vacation so they set up shop in the garage and made the stencils out of sturdy cardboard and put on side and bottom braces so that the Lionel letters would be perfectly placed. Schrader was the lightest of the six and was chosen to go over the top of the bridge in a sling, with rope knots taught by a Scout leader. To keep Schrader from spinning around at the end of a rope, they got a ladder he could stand on and chose a night when the creek was flooding and the road through Crawford Park was closed.
They stacked the 6-foot-high stencils on the top of a car and drove to the park. “The stencils were secured with the braces from the top of the bridge and from the bottom."
“With two guys in the creek holding the ladder, and the top belay,” Schrader said, “I was able to work pretty effectively with two hands. The stencils slammed into place easily, and painting was not too hard after that — except for it being the middle of the night.”
The group then headed out to celebrate with an early morning breakfast at a truck stop with white paint all over their hands.
“This was the most euphoric group I’ve ever been with — we had pulled it off!” Schrader said. “We were sure the police were going to be on our tails, and hoped we’d covered our tracks. We waited for the story to hit the newspaper. Nothing. Finally, and I don’t know if we waited a week, we phoned in a tip to the Messenger. A few days later a big picture by Messenger photographer Fred Larson of our handiwork appeared in the paper — I’m sure we all still have a clipping of that.
“We’ve joked over the years that this is the most significant thing any of us ever did. We were sure we’d be in big trouble, but there never seemed to be an investigation. This was as much fun as I’ve ever had, and it bonded a bunch of us together for life. The bridge had been a place for kids to write obscene graffiti before our caper — it seems like that completely ended afterwards and everybody respected the quality of our work. I couldn’t be happier that it now is a community landmark!”
When the group returned to Fort Dodge for their FDSH 20th class reunion, it was obvious that someone had touched up their work, repainting LIONEL in white lettering. “That is when I knew that it was not our project, but it now belonged to the city,” Swinney said.
Messenger Spotlight: October 1, 2017
Allan Redenius has experienced three careers in his 67 years — starting out as an X-ray technician, operating his own accounting business and now engaged in what he believes is his final calling — as a pastor.
“I loved being a CPA and doing tax returns,” he said of his nearly 40 years in the financial business in Fort Dodge, concentrating on handling individuals’ and companies’ taxes.
“You get to hear people’s stories, you get to be pretty close. Every year, however, I had to do their tax return again. Now what I do lasts forever.
“I love evangelizing and telling people about Christ. I encourage my membership to do that.
In the business world, we call it marketing. In church, we call it evangelism. What’s your product? Your product in business might be selling widgets. In church, you’re selling Jesus. You package it a little different, but you go out and sell it.”
Redenius is pastor of First Covenant Church, on the southwest edge of Fort Dodge next door to Iowa Central Community College and Friendship Haven. It is part of the Evangelical Covenant Church denomination of 900 churches nationwide. The church had about 40 members when he was appointed pastor, and in the past five years it has grown to 175.
His wife, Armona, is director of its 30-member choir and he just hired a pastor to administer to youth and young families. In the past two years Sunday school attendance has grown from two to 30 children.
“My financial background is valuable with the church,” he said. “I understand money … and the lack thereof. I recently preached on tithing and had some worldly examples from my experience as an accountant.
“I always called my accounting practice my ‘marketplace ministry.’ Often I was able to witness with people and pray with people. One gentleman in financial trouble told me, ‘I don’t know what to do.’ I do, I told him. I will pray for you. He started crying in my office. No one had ever prayed for him before. He still calls me his pastor, but has not come to my church.”
Redenius grew up in Titonka, a small town of 450 residents in Kossuth County, where his mother and father, Marleta and Alfred Redenius, first worked as tenant farmers before his dad experienced back problems that spurred them to move into town, where he became a crop hail adjuster.
After graduating in 1967 from Titonka Consolidated High School, Redenius enrolled at the University of Iowa in a two-year X-ray technician program. There, he met Armona Frank, who grew up in Pioneer, and was in the same program. They graduated and moved to Fort Dodge where she worked at the Kersten Clinic and he at Lutheran Hospital (now Trinity Regional Medical Center). They were married in 1970.
Redenius took classes at Iowa Central to get an associate’s deree with the idea of going into hospital administration. He credits getting the accounting bug from Iowa Central instructor Bob Dunsmoor and he returned to Iowa City to enroll in the business college.
Redenius graduated from Iowa in 1973 with a bachelor’s degree in accounting and finance and returned to Fort Dodge to start his new career.
Redenius joined the accounting firm of Gene Gutknecht and in 1975 left to start up his own accounting practice.
Back in his younger days in Titonka, at age 10 or 11, his grandfather told him he should be a pastor. “I never forgot that,” Redenius said. “It echoed in my heart from then on.”
As time went along, he said, “I was making a comfortable living and enjoyed my work. But the calling in my heart began to materialize.”
Redenius attended a Methodist school for lay ministry in Indianola and after graduating in 2002 started as weekends in pulpit supply — “I was the substitute preacher when the regular preacher was gone.” He preached at Methodist churches in Humboldt, Rutland, Gilmore City, Lehigh, Otho and Fort Dodge.
He had grown up as a Lutheran but joined the Methodist Church when he and Armona were married. First Covenant Church was part of his pulpit experience when its pastor at the time, Chuck Johnson, was away. Johnson was a regular participant in RAGBRAI on the Sunday before and Sunday of the bike race.
“The first time I preached at First Covenant Church, I told my wife that, you know, there is something very special about this church. John Wesley (founder of Methodism) had a great way of putting things — ‘When he found the Lord, I felt my heart strangely warmed.’ That’s the way I felt.”
At the time, Redenius was 55 and seriously considered going to a seminary. “But we wanted to stay in Fort Dodge, this was our home. We decided to stay here and see what God had in store for us. As I drove by First Covenant Church, I said, God, I don’t know how this could ever happen but I sure would like to pastor this church.”
When Johnson left the church as pastor, someone else was chosen to succeed him “but it didn’t stop me from praying that prayer,” Redenius said. That pastor left and Redenius was chosen as interim pastor in 2009 while a search was conducted — continuing with his accounting practice, but he soon found he was getting physically run down doing both jobs.
Finally, on Tax Deadline Day, April 15, 2012, he was named full-time pastor at the age of 60.
He preaches a sermon each Sunday that is put up on the church’s website in audio form and draws on his past career in composing them. “I’m often using my CPA experiences in my sermons. Slogans I go by in my life. I’m more pragmatic, you have to live your life in a sin-filled world. Sometimes it isn’t so easy.”
On Sundays on the website — http://www.firstcovfortdodge.org/ — which he started in 2009, Redenius also posts “Reflections from the Heart of Pastor Allan Redenius.”
“When I first got there, there was nothing in the church web mailbox and from my college days, nothing speaks louder than an empty mailbox,” he said. “Reflections are sometimes spiritual things, sometimes things that happened in my life.”
Redenius and his wife have two children — Todd, who works at Iowa Central as a full-time instructor and men’s and women’s tennis coach, programs that he started last year; and Lisa, a pharmacist at Daniel Pharmacy who is married to Ryan Flaherty. Ryan has started his first year as principal at Fort Dodge Middle School. They have two children, Micah, 10, and Noah, 5.
Armona worked for Allan for 30-plus years as the practice’s secretary and partner. Now she is leading the church choir and working with the Sonshine Singers — an ecumenical choir she started 18 years ago that now numbers 125 members. They do events throughout the city, but the volunteer group’s major event is at First United Methodist Church in three nights of singing performances in March.
“People ask me when I’m going to retire,” Redenius said. “I keep looking through the Bible to see where Jesus says you can retire. I haven’t found it yet. I’ll keep doing this until the Lord finds a different field, and that field may be a cemetery.”
Messenger Spotlight: September 3, 2017
Kay Filice faced a life-changing decision nearly 20 years ago when her husband died after a three-year battle with cancer.
Her husband, Chuck Filice, was a second-generation vegetable farmer in the Central California county of San Benito and Kay, his wife of 21 years, was immersed in raising their three boys and doing volunteer and fund-raising work. She had no experience in running a business. Her only hands-on experience on a farm came back in her teenage years in her hometown of Fort Dodge when, as Kay McTigue, she worked on a detasseling crew one summer.
A rare form of colon cancer claimed Chuck’s life in 1998 and left her with two choices: Sell the farm — she got plenty of good offers — and start a new life with her boys. Or continue what his parents had started back in the 1940s and what Chuck had passionately developed.
Her decision: Continue operating the now-70-year-old farm — thereby honoring the legacy of her husband and providing continued employment for the 20 men who worked at Filice Farms at the time.
“Without their knowledge and experience, we wouldn’t have been able to carry on like we did,” she said. “We were all determined to make it work. I didn’t know how long I would do it, but we would give it a good shot. That was 19 years ago. We’re still giving it our best shot.”
As president and owner of Filice Farms, of Hollister, California, Filice was a quick study and in 2007 was the first woman to head the nearly 80-year-old Grower-Shipper Association of Central California, a powerful agricultural trade organization and lobbying group that represents the interests of nearly 300 farms, processing companies and ag-related businesses.
Filice Farms grows on 2,200 acres of land on California’s central coast where its staff of 35 grows and harvests specialty row crops as well as a cherry orchard. The row crops include a variety of all the lettuces, as well as spinach, arugula and mixed greens. In addition, Filice has a reputation for its colored peppers and sweet red onions. Other crops that round out the rotation include broccoli, cauliflower, tomatoes and celery.
More than three million packages of Filice Farms’ crops — in cartons, sacks or clamshells — are produced annually. Filice Farms supplies both conventional and organic crops to shippers and retailers throughout the United States. About 15 to 20 percent of the crop is exported to other countries.
Like any good CEO, Kay Filice believes in her product and has become “an evangelist for fresh vegetables” and noted: To quote the president of Safeway, “If people would only realize the best medicine cabinet they have is in the produce aisle.”
“I want to use my position to educate the public,” she said. “The whole time I was involved with Grower Shipper, it gave me opportunity for a platform to speak to groups about the benefit of fruits and vegetables and their nutritional value. We do ag in the classroom and with the kids. There’s such an epidemic of child obesity and diabetes. Eating healthy, especially fruits and vegetables, is such an easy solution to many of the medical problems. It is something that is a passion with me.”
Mary Kay McTigue was born in Emmetsburg to Kathryn and Jerry McTigue, both now deceased. The family moved shortly thereafter to Pocahontas and then to Fort Dodge, where Kay (she dropped the use of Mary early on) entered fourth grade at Corpus Christi School. Her father sold insurance for Northwestern Mutual Life and her mom raised Kay and her three brothers — Tom, of Honolulu; John, of Hinsdale, Illinois; and Pat, of Plymouth, Minnesota.
After graduation from St. Edmond High School in 1966, she attended Clarke College (now Clarke University) in Dubuque, then an all-women’s Catholic college. She stayed at Clarke after graduation to work as an admissions counselor and left her job after a few years, deciding that California was where she would like to live.
She moved to San Francisco without a job in hand — “like a crazy person, something I wouldn’t do now” — and landed a 100 percent-commission marketing job. International Business Machines was one of her clients and asked her to come to work for them during one of her marketing sessions. She joined the IBM offices in San Jose and worked as a recruiter, traveling to major universities around the United States to recruit engineers.
She met Chuck Filice in 1976 at the wedding in Hollister of a mutual friend. His mother and father, Rose and Peter Filice, had started a small farming business in the mid-1940s, growing apricots, prunes and walnuts. Kay and Chuck were married in 1977 and, for the next three years, she commuted 60 miles to her job with IBM in San Jose before they started a family — they had three boys in a three-and-a-half-year span.
She left IBM to raise their boys — Tony, Pat and Chris — and Kay became heavily involved in the community — working with nonprofits, church activities, agriculture in the classroom and at a center for abused and abandoned children, while Chuck concentrated on operating the farm.
Kay’s mother moved to California after Kay’s father died in 1986 to be closer to her grandchildren. “We were very close,” Kay said. “When my husband passed, she was a critical part of our lives with the kids, and became like another parent to them. Full circle of fulfillment.” Her mother died in 2014.
Chuck contracted a rare form of colon cancer and died in 1998 after a three-year struggle. “He tried very, very hard and was prescribed experimental drugs — he had a young family to live for and he was very determined,” Kay said.”
Filice turned down offers from neighboring companies and bigger produce firms interested in buying Filice Farms, which farmed about 1,700 acres and grew peppers, onions and tomatoes. “Since then, we diversified a great deal, adding more land and rotating the crops every year — to be good stewards of the land,” she said. They added lettuces, spinaches, mixed greens, cauliflower and broccoli to the crop list.
“There was real pressure to make it work,” she said. “Just assuming the risk and responsibility was a big thing. Prior to that time, my only real exposure to farming was detasseling corn in Iowa. I knew about the threat of droughts, weather, diseases, labor disputes, but only through the eyes of my husband and from a distance. Talk about a crash course, it was a crash course for years. The key to succeeding were our employees, that and my family and my faith.”
Filice learned about managing employees and the new technology constantly added to farming. Turnover among the farm’s employees is “absolutely zero,” she said. “We treat our employees well and they are part of a team, and they sense that.”
She credits her Midwest upbringing for much of her success.
“I think my values, my work ethic to work hard and treat people the way they want to be treated, come from growing up in Fort Dodge — a Midwest ethic that I’m very proud of. I think going to all-women’s college prepared me to be independent and teaches you to stand on your own two feet. Independence and confidence that I can do this.”
In 2002, Filice was honored with the Ag Against Hunger Agricultural Woman of the Year Award and, in 2010, she was selected for the Woman of the Year Award for the 28th Assembly District in California.
She has a management team of three key employees — Mark Wright, Joe Newman and her youngest son, Chris. “I love what I’m doing. It’s exciting to work with these young managers,” she said. “I love going to work every day with them. And now that I have grandchildren, I take more time to be with them. I’m very involved in the community — on the board of managers of the YMCA and a board member of the Community Foundation of San Benito County.”
Her son Tony works in San Jose for the County of Santa Clara and son Pat is an attorney in Chicago. She has three grandchildren — Tessa and Charlie in Chicago, children of Pat and his wife Marjorie, and Gianna in Gilroy, daughter of Chris and his wife Kristin — who are expecting a second child in August.
Traveling is a big part of her life’s enjoyment, she said, “but I have every intention to stay in the business because I enjoy it so much.”
Messenger Spotlight: August 6, 2017
Oh, if those old bricks at Dodger Stadium could talk. Think of the history they’ve seen, the people they’ve touched, the memories they evoke — and the lives they continue to impact today.
Think of the stories they could tell. Perhaps just as many stories as there are bricks — some half-million of them, first cemented together by mortar and hard labor nearly 80 years ago. Since that time, the 22 acres where the iconic Fort Dodge stadium and surrounding grounds sit have impacted hundreds of thousands of residents.
“People are in awe when they first see the stadium,” said Travis Filloon, director of buildings and grounds for the past 12 years with the Fort Dodge Community School District, which owns the facility. “You just can’t build character from scratch. I’m proud of the things we’ve done over the years to maintain and showcase Dodger Stadium. It’s a privilege of my job.”
First and foremost, Dodger Stadium was intended for athletics when it was built in 1939-40 as part of FDR’s Works Progress Administration that put millions to work in the wake of the Great Depression, constructing public buildings and roads.
The total cost: $150,000. Workers used 385,000 bricks from the old junior high building at the corner of First Avenue North and North 10th Street, torn down as part of the stadium project, to form the outside-wall structure. Another 60,000 bricks were added to complete the project. The stadium itself was built to hold 4,500 to 5,000 people in two concrete bleacher sections.
Today, athletics still play the major role in the stadium’s use — the football field on which Fort Dodge Senior High, St. Edmond High School and Iowa Central Community College play, as well as the Dodgers’ boys and girls soccer teams; the Ed McNeil baseball field where the Dodgers play, with its ivy-covered brick outfield walls that evoke memories of Chicago’s Wrigley Field; the J.H. Nitzke track that hosts the Dodger Relays and other boys and girls track and field meets. (Both the baseball field and track were named after legendary Dodger coaches.)
Athletes who starred in Dodger Stadium and went on to excel at higher levels include Sherwyn Thorson, a Dodger football lineman who played professionally in the Canadian Football League; Billy Goodman, a four-sport Dodger star who played in the minor leagues with the Reds and Twins organizations; John Matuszak, who played football at Iowa Central one year and later was the overall No. 1 selection in the 1973 National Football League draft; and Dodger track star Lisa (Koll) Uhl, a 2005 grad who competed in the 10,000-meter run at the 2012 Olympics in London.
But there’s much more to Dodger Stadium than footballs, baseballs, soccer balls and track cleats used by thousands of athletes over the years.
Each May since shortly after the stadium was built, Fort Dodge Senior High has held graduation ceremonies for its seniors and their families inside the stadium. An estimated 25,000 seniors have taken part over those years.
“My daughter had her graduation ceremony there,” recalled Cindy Herrin. “A big event in our family’s history.”
Dodger Stadium “is a great venue to hold this significant event in the lives of our students,” said Doug Van Zyl, superintendent of the Fort Dodge Community School District. “The stadium itself has so much history and so many stories that can be told about it. It is a great place for them to end one chapter of their lives and to begin another.”
The FDSH band holds an invitational there and then hosts the state band tournament in the fall, Filloon said. Cheerleaders make use of it to practice and train. The North Central Area for Special Olympics Iowa is held there. The National Guard, State Patrol and Fort Dodge Police Department use it for physical training testing. All grade levels in the school district come to the stadium in early May for fun and games. Youth tackle football is held in the fall. Outside the stadium walls, the tennis courts host meets for both high schools’ boys and girls teams; youth flag football is played; the football practice field gets use.
“Seldom do we have any down times,” said Filloon.
Memories of the stadium run deep. And they include events held at the stadium in the past, but have been discontinued — the Harvest Festival, the drum-and-bugle corps competition that featured the Fort Dodge Lanciers, the pep rally and bonfire outside the stadium before the Dodgers’ homecoming game.
“My first recollection of the stadium is attending a football game there in the fall of 1943. I was six,” said Tom Schwieger, who lives in Florida. “I became a ‘stadium rat.’ I attended track and football practices as well as games and meets on a somewhat regular basis when I was at Duncombe school. I set up hurdles, would sneak into the fieldhouse after games and would line up to pat all my heroes on the butt or back after a football game. This was on a regular basis from age 10 (1947) on. I loved that place.”
If those old bricks could talk — Harvest Festival
The Harvest Festival was held in the stadium for only 13 years — from 1946 to 1959 — but the event that led off with performances by the Karl King Band and featured circus-like acts over a three-day period still sparks vivid memories for those lucky enough to experience it. In 1947, 35,000 people attended the festival over three days.
Rosemary Kolacia grew up across the street from Dodger Stadium when North 22nd Street was a gravel road and recalls the Harvest Festival was “a big deal for us as we parked cars in our yard for free. My brother and sister and I were in charge and the families usually gave us a nickel tip. The Harvest Festival was very popular and ran two or three nights. My older siblings generously shared the tips and we each had more than $3 to spend. Candy bars and ice cream cones cost 5 cents then. That was a lot of nickels.”
“I lived near Dodger Stadium and as soon as I heard the sound of hammers building the stage I was over there every day to watch,” said former resident Greg Sells, now of Sacramento, California. “I would go to the show each night — trying to sneak in if possible. The next morning, I would go to the stadium and walk around the stands trying to find any loose change that fell out of pockets. I loved the different acts — motorcycles racing around in a cage, horses diving into a small pool of water, comedians with terrible jokes — and especially the fireworks at the end of the evening.”
David Powell, who lived just south of Fort Dodge, recalled that farmers and rural residents got free tickets — “otherwise, we wouldn’t have been able to go.” He said the festival was just like a circus, without the tent.
If those old bricks could talk — Bob Brown Press Box
Renee Brown is confident few people spent more time at Dodger Stadium than her father, Bob Brown, Messenger sports editor for 37 years — whose name graces the two-level press box overlooking the football field. The Bob Brown Press Box was dedicated in 2015, three years after Brown’s death.
“I can still hear the booming broadcaster’s voice from my bedroom, announcing the players’ names,” she said. “My entire family spent an impressive amount of time there, but no one held a candle to the number of hours my dad clocked in as executive sports editor for The Messenger. He covered all the FDSH football and baseball games; from JV to varsity.
“I loved the quick walk to the stadium — the red brick structure with that beautiful ivy all along the walls. The concession stand with its irresistible smell of popcorn. The peppy band with its infectious spirited tunes and of course, the thrill of singing along when they played ‘Up Fort Dodgers’.”
If those old bricks could talk — the Lanciers’ Music Festival
The Fort Dodge Lanciers drum and bugle corps hosted American Legion and VFW competitions in Dodger Stadium — the Lanciers Music Festival — that drew up to eight contestants from around the country.
The west side of Dodger Stadium would fill up for the competition, recalled Jim Tarbox of St. Paul, Minnesota, who was a drummer and drum major for the Lanciers. “It was one of the best places to put on a show. The sun was behind the audience, the seating was higher. I still have to this day people from the St. Paul Scouts telling me how much they enjoyed playing at the stadium.
If those old bricks could talk — a bit of chicanery
Let’s just call him John. He has asked to remain anonymous, in case the statute of limitations may not have expired, as he shares a story from summer of 1965 when he and a group of friends lacked the cash to buy gas so they could shag the drag on Central Avenue, a mandatory activity back then.
The Fort Dodge school bus fleet was housed under the east stands of the stadium, so one weekend, the group scaled the stadium wall loaded with coolers, empty jugs and a siphoning hose.
“After taking turns sucking on the hose and inhaling sufficient mouthfuls of fuel, all were on the ground gagging profusely,” he said. The group scaled back over the wall with a few jugs of fuel in hand, “Now ready to reap their rewards, they began the process of transference from the jugs to one of their vehicles. Just then an older brother of one of the delinquents showed up and after learning of their escapade, told them that he was quite certain that the buses used diesel fuel and that it would ruin their car engine. It was another wasted summer day in Dodge.”
If those old brick walls could talk — the baseball field
The baseball field, with its brick ivy-covered outfield walls, resembles a miniature version of the Chicago Cubs’ Wrigley Field. It was dedicated in 1942 by none other than the Cubs, who came to town for an exhibition game against the Chicago White Sox on April 9 that drew 8,500 fans — from five states and 75 Iowa counties. That still stands as the largest crowd for an athletic event in Fort Dodge history.
A newspaper account of the game noted that the Cubs had used 40 dozen new baseballs in exhibition games that spring, prior to the Fort Dodge game — and that “Several dozen more must have gone to the spectators as souvenirs at Fort Dodge.”
Jerry Russell said his father Emmett Russell used to tell the story that the Cubs knocked almost every pitch over the wall. The Cubs won the game, 16-14.
Like Wrigley Field, Dodger Stadium did not have lights for much of its history — until 2015 when a fundraising project gathered more than $135,000 to install lighting. A fundraising drive is underway for the addition of a permanent grandstand with seating for up to 300 people, a new concession stand and press box improvements.
If those old bricks could talk — umpire dies on the job
On May 8, 1945 — Victory in Europe Day — a veteran Webster County umpire died of a heart attack while sweeping off home plate at Dodger Stadium during a sectional tournament game between Eagle Grove and Fort Dodge Senior High.
Elmer Curtis was felled just after the Dodgers had completed a big inning and were headed to their positions in the field. Curtis stooped to dust off home plate, straightened up, collapsed and fell backward without a word. He was unable to be revived. The game, in the final round of the sectional, continued after a half hour’s delay.
Always known for his kindness and fair play, one of Curtis’ last characteristic acts was to purchase game tickets for a group of Webster County boys who were standing outside the stadium.
Curtis was the grandfather of current Messenger editor Jane Curtis, whose father was also a baseball umpire.
In an essay titled “Why Do Old Places Matter?” Tom Mayes of the National Trust for Historic preservation notes: “Old places foster community by giving people a sense of shared identity through landmarks, history, memory, and stories, by having the attributes that foster community, such as distinctive character and walkability, and by serving as shared places where people meet and gather.”
District Superintendent Van Zyl would give an enthusiastic Amen to that.
He said Dodger Stadium was “one of the things that stood out” when he was considering the superintendent position seven years ago: “It was very impressive to walk into the stadium for the first time and get a sense of community pride in it.” Van Zyl took the job, and his son Parker played baseball for the Dodgers on Ed McNeil Field and now his daughter Liza competes in soccer for the Dodgers.
Filloon said that for the past decade, $30,000 to $60,000 has been invested yearly to make repairs and updates at the stadium. Van Zyl said the district feels strongly about continuing to invest in the stadium, for improvements in disabled access, restroom facilities and locker room spaces.
“At some point, renovations will be made to help the stadium continue through our lifetime on this earth,” he said. “I don’t see Dodger Stadium going away. I see it as needing some TLC.”
Said Filloon, “I’m confident to say my grandkids will see and enjoy it in their lifetimes.”
Messenger Spotlight: July 2, 2017
Working the night security shift at the old Hormel meat-packing plant in Fort Dodge, Gary Ray would have been hard-pressed to imagine that one day he would:
Work through four more positions in the Fort Dodge plant, before it closed in 1981, transfer to Hormel corporate offices in Austin, Minnesota, and work in five more positions before retiring in 2008 as the No. 2 executive in the 126-year-old company, now called Hormel Foods;
Move into chairmanship of the $8.5 billion Hormel Foundation, which owns 48 percent of the shares of Hormel Foods and contributes mightily to the well-being of residents of Mower County and Austin, a city of 25,000 in southern Minnesota;
And be in a position with his wife of 45 years, Pat, to make what he calls “a worthwhile contribution” to the Hormel Institute, a leading cancer research institution located in Austin and operated by the University of Minnesota, with significant support from the Mayo Clinic.
The Ray Live Learning Center, a $4.5 million facility, was dedicated in 2016. It is a place, Ray said, “where institute scientists can conference worldwide and share their research with sister labs in China and South Korea, so they can collaborate worldwide.”
The Rays were reticent for their names to denote their many contributions to parts of the Hormel Institute’s latest expansion, spokeswoman Gail Dennison said at the time of the dedication, but Institute staff convinced them otherwise. “We convinced them that not only was it a good idea, but that we needed their support … the Institute is looking at what it is that can stop and prevent cancer that is healthier than chemotherapy and radiation.”
The center’s 250-seat auditorium provides state-of-the-art communications technology and a large multipurpose center outside the theater. It also provided needed space for Institute staff to meet in one location. The Institute staff numbers about 120 but is expected to grow to about 250 in future years.
The Rays also donated a sculpture added to the front lawn as part of the expansion, named “Ray of Hope.” Said Pat at the time of the donation, “The sculpture is our way of highlighting the unique work of The Hormel Institute, in looking for natural compounds to prevent and treat cancer. This indeed is a gift of hope that answers to cancer will be found through the dedicated research of Institute scientists.”
“I’ve always had an interest to help find a cure for cancer,” Ray said, “and I am convinced it has to be a worldwide effort to find the answer.”
Ray was born in Atlantic and moved to Fort Dodge with his parents, Ivan and Cleone Ray, in 1958 when Ivan was named sales manager of Pan O Gold Baking Co., later purchased by Metz Baking Co. He retired as an area sales manager when he was in his 70s. Ivan, who served with the Marines in World War II, died in 2010, two years after Cleone passed away.
Cleone was known to many in Fort Dodge for her work as a hostess and waitress at the Elks Club, a job she held into her 80s.
“The work ethic I learned in Fort Dodge has carried me through my whole career,” Ray said. “It comes by example. People working downright hard. My mom and dad were workaholics. My mom loved being around people.”
Ray attended Corpus Christi School and St. Edmond High School, where he excelled in football and played other sports. He graduated from St. Edmond in 1964.
“One of my favorite memories of growing up in Fort Dodge was going to Dodger Stadium — the atmosphere and the surroundings,” he said. “I just loved that. I still remember the baseball field and the brick wall in the outfield with ivy growing on the walls. Just like Wrigley Field.”
Through high school and after attending Wayne State (Nebraska) College, Ray worked part-time jobs at Gus Glaser’s Meats, Lehigh Brick and Tile, and Iowa Beef. He applied for work at Hormel’s Fort Dodge plant in 1968 and was hired to work on the night security force, responsible for the security of the plant and checking in all visitors into the plant for clearance.
He moved into supervisory jobs — night sanitation, grocery products, smoked meats department, and cut and kill. All along, Ray said, he had a goal of working in the corporate offices.
“I was able to work all different facets of the operation before moving into the corporate office,” he said. “I was bound and determined to be in the corporate office to seek new roles in the company. I recognized the stability of the company. It’s a company that promotes from within — and it still does that today.”
Not long after starting work in Fort Dodge, Ray drove to Cedar Falls for a weekend visit with Kent Osboe, a Fort Dodge friend who was attending the University of Northern Iowa. There, Ray met Pat Streit, a student from Sheldon on a blind date and in 1972 they were married in Sheldon.
While Gary worked nights at the Fort Dodge Hormel plant, Pat first taught in the Rockwell City school system and then taught at North Junior High and Fort Dodge Senior High. Her brother, Dan Streit, who works in financial services in Fort Dodge, is currently the boys golf coach at St. Edmond. When the Rays moved to Austin, Pat taught in nearby Lyle, Minnesota.
In the corporate offices, Ray oversaw operations for the grocery products division, manufacturing operations for the entire company, marketing and sales functions for retail and fresh pork, processed pork and food-service sales and marketing, and was responsible for Jennie-O turkey company, in addition to hog procurement and refrigerated processing.
Ray said that then-Hormel president and Chief Executive Officer Dick Knowlton, whose career paralleled his own in climbing the ladder from the bottom up, told him, “I’m going to cross pollinate you, put you in as many divisions as I can, because I think you have some potential for the future.”
“Being from a small town,” Ray said, “I learned how to make relationships with people and to be able to communicate with people. Working in the Fort Dodge plant, it was a team effort. That carried over to corporate. I recognized it really takes a team effort of all employees to make things successful. I still believe that today. Integrity is really an important thing in today’s lifestyle.”
“One of favorite experiences, looking back on my career, was going over to China to help start two manufacturing plants, in the early ’90s. All you saw was bicycles on the street. I watched China grow during the years until now. Another was in 1994 when I was selected by President George H.W. Bush as one of 10 to go with the Secretary of Agriculture to Russia. I spent three weeks in Russia, learning ways we might help Russians in agriculture.”
Ray was 62 when he retired from Hormel Foods in 2008. At the time, he was president of Hormel Foods’ protein division, including refrigerated products.
Today, at the top of the Rays’ list is making frequent visits to the homes of their children, Conrad and McKenzie, and their six granddaughters.
Conrad has been the head golf coach for 13 years at Stanford University, where his teams have won one NCAA national title and six Pac-12 Conference titles. He was a standout athlete in football, hockey and golf in high school and was a member of the Stanford University golf team that included PGA legend Tiger Woods, Golf Channel analyst Notah Begay and Casey Martin, now golf coach at the University of Oregon. Conrad and his wife Jennifer live in Redwood City, California, with their daughters Ella, Emerson and Jullian.
Asked if he could compete in golf with his son, Ray said, “He went by me in the eighth grade.”
McKenzie and her husband Jeff Sloan live in Decatur, Illinois, with their three daughters — Lulla, Phoebe and Greta. Like her mother, McKenzie is a school teacher, a graduate of the University of Colorado. She competed in volleyball and basketball in high school.
Ray spends two days a week at the Hormel Foundation, which he has chaired for six years. Representatives of 12 nonprofit organizations — the YMCA, Salvation Army, Austin public school system, to name a few — sit on the foundation board and allocate $8 million to $25 million a year to the Austin and Mower County area. Austin is in the midst of building a $35 million community center – to which the Hormel Foundation has pledged $25 million, Ray said.
The foundation was founded in 1941 by George A. Hormel and his son Jay C. Hormel, Ray said at the time of the foundation’s 75th anniversary in 2016. “There were five board members and the first donation was $10. Since then we’ve grown far beyond what even the Hormels probably imagined, but in some ways we do things just like we did 75 years ago. We invest in projects and programs that deliver real benefits, that help real people, and that make a real impact in our community. The people who make those decisions live and work here, have their roots here, and share the same commitment to Austin that the Hormels demonstrated.”
Ray said his advice to younger people in today’s job market: “Honesty and integrity are two key elements that you need to possess.”
Messenger Spotlight: June 4, 2017; Paul Stevens
The distance from Willow, Alaska, to Fort Dodge is 5,600 miles — a bit far for Jeff Hemann to mush his team of Alaskan huskies for a return to Iowa to visit his family and friends in his old hometown.
But there is little else that the 37-year-old Hemann hasn’t tried since moving in 2001 to Alaska, where he has forged a variety of careers — dog musher, log-cabin builder, bear spotter and more — and where his father and two sisters followed him and live close by.
First and foremost a dog musher, Hemann is comfortable directing a team of 6-8 Alaskan huskies for dogsled rides to tourists, carrying building supplies, food and gas from one location to another and, when racing, doubling the number of dogs pulling the sled. Meantime, he and his wife Heather are raising two sons along with a lively group of 25 huskies.
As a dog musher, he exercises the dogs to build up to a 50-mile run while holding a 10 mile per hour pace. “We get them to peak physical condition.”
Hemann considers himself an “old school musher” — starting fire with natural resources, blazing new trails, camping out with his dogs. “These days, there’s no stopping and smelling the roses, you’re just about speed and getting there in a designated amount of time,” he said. In 2014, Hemann, his wife, their son and his dad were featured in a nationally televised segment on dog mushing for National Geographic’s Dead End Express.
“There’s a constant rotation of age,” Hemann said, noting the huskies — who weigh 50 to 70 pounds — can race up to 12 years of age, some as many as 14, pulling twice their body weight at speeds of up to 25 mph in sub-zero conditions. “My oldest dogs are starting to hit that age (of retirement). There are no regrets. They get to run free a lot in their lives.
“Everything in Alaska goes with the seasons — you’re always trying to get ready for next season or cleaning up from the previous. It’s like a whole other world, never boring. You’re always getting ready for next season.”
To prepare for the Alaska winters, where temperatures can reach 40 below and sunlight can last for as little as five hours a day, Hemann uses his dogs to go deep into the woods to collect chaga — fungus that grows on the outside of trees that he grinds and mixes with coffee and tea to provide a high level of anti-oxidants. He hunts moose and caribou and fishes for salmon to store up for the long winter. No canned food for his dogs: they are highly trained athletes and he combines chaga with salmon and rice for a nutritional diet.
“We are outside a lot,” Hemann said. “We use headlamps in the winter. If you’re not doing stuff in Alaska, you’re not in Alaska.”
Hemann was born in Fort Dodge — the son of Sue Blanchet and Paul Hemann — and was raised by both after they divorced when he was 12. His mother later married Ron Blanchet and works as executive assistant at Friendship Haven. His father moved to Alaska not long after Jeff.
“I was always in tune with nature growing up, always wanting to be outside hiking, or fishing or hunting,” Hemann said. “When I wasn’t outside, I was training and teaching Tae Kwon Do with and under my dad.” His father was owner and operator of Hemann Tae Kwon Do in Fort Dodge for 30 years.
Hemann said the start of his passion for dogs and animals came from his grandmother, Charlotte PeCoy. She and her husband Burlyn, who now reside at Friendship Haven, owned a Siberian husky named Kota while he was growing up. “I spent a lot of time with the dog, walking her. It was my first job.”
Hemann credits his parents and his Midwest background for giving him foundation for his current lifestyle. After graduating from St. Edmond High School in 1998, he spotted a newspaper ad for a dog mushing guide at a lodge in Minnesota.
“I had never even seen a dog team in my life, but I was ready to step up and apply,” he said.
He spent three years in Ely, Minnesota, on the Canadian border. He first worked as a tow-boat driver and gear packer, and then got a job guiding at the Gunflint Lodge — where he learned to mush — and driving boats to take canoers deep into the lakes region. He also hired on as an activity assistant at a nursing home — “one of my most favorite jobs, hanging out with the elders of the community in their last legs of life. I enjoyed them as much as they enjoyed me. I guided for two winters in Ely while working at the nursing home. I was very busy with lots of names to remember, between the dogs and everyone at the nursing home.”
Hemann said he got “the Alaska bug” and spotted a newspaper ad from Alaska Heli-Mush to be a guide for tourists from cruise ships who are flown by helicopter from Juneau to the Taku Glazier where they are taken on sled dog rides. After that summer, he and his dad ran a remote trap line in interior Alaska — “We got dropped off by ski bush plane and we lived in a log cabin for the next two months with no electricity or generator or cook stove. Just lanterns and woodstove and quality father-son time.”
The owner of Alaska Heli-Mush, Linwood Fiedler, asked Hemann if he would train dogs with him in Willow “and I was definitely in.” He did that for the next few years before moving out on his own, buying 35 acres of remote land along the Big Susitna River in Willow.
There, he began raising and training 25 huskies — he and Heather involved in such duties as their feeding, cleaning, vaccinations and nail-clipping.
It was through teaching a class in Tae Kwon Do in Willow that Hemann — who has held a black belt for 23 years — met “the love of my life” — Heather, who had moved to Alaska from Montana with her son Dakota from her first marriage. Both her son, now 15, and then Heather took classes from Hemann. “We hit it off right away and never let up. We’ve been together for 10 years now, married for eight, and since then have had our son Granite who is 8 years old now.”
Heather is a Pilates instructor at a church in Willow and still does dog handling and mushing. Hemann’s father lives a few miles away from them and is now “a professional video guy — weddings, selling property, movie scenes, making a living capturing the beauty of Alaska,” Hemann said. His sisters live in Anchorage, 100 miles away — Emily and her husband Jacob Lyon have two children, Annie and her husband Jeff Brace have three.
Hemann works seasonally for surveyors from seismic gas companies in some of the most remote and bear-infested spots in Alaska. He said, “We go in front of them and are there to protect the wildlife, the bear and moose. Our job is to deflect any danger, let animals know we are there not to harm them. We’ve run into a thicket of bears but we were able to walk away just fine.” Such trips can last up to several weeks — ‘It’s a real fun job but it’s hard being away from family so long at a time.”
“When I first moved away,” he said, “I got a lot of my leads in Alaska from my Midwest work ethic. I started appreciating more and more, everything in life has its role and purpose. The people and family values that I got growing up in Fort Dodge, from my family, churches and schools, are solid as a rock. I take pride in the fact now.”
Messenger Spotlight: May 7, 2017; Paul Stevens
Al Habhab doesn’t believe in sitting on the sidelines.
The son of Lebanese immigrants, the Fort Dodge native has devoted a lifetime of service to his fellow man — as an Army private in World War II, as the city’s mayor for 14 years, and as a district court judge and state appellate court justice.
Few have played a larger role in the history of this city than the man born 91 years ago to Dea and Moses Habhab, who both entered the United States through Ellis Island as newly married teenagers and found their way to Fort Dodge to settle and raise a family.
Few are bigger cheerleaders than Habhab, who said, “I think Fort Dodge and Webster County are forging ahead. I think Fort Dodge has grown by people giving of their time and talents. Frankly, it has exceeded my expectations.”
Habhab admits to slowing down a bit in the past year, but he and his wife, Janet, whom he met while attending the University of Iowa, lead an active lifestyle with close friends and are proud of their two children (Robert and Mary Beth), two grandchildren and four great-grandchildren. The Habhabs have lived in the same house overlooking Snell Park for 54 of their 63 years of marriage.
Much of the infrastructure that Fort Dodge and area residents value today had its formative roots during the span of Habhab’s career as the city’s mayor from 1960 to 1974 — the longest tenure of any mayor before or since.
He counts as his greatest accomplishment the urban renewal improvements made in the 1960s to address constant flooding from the Des Moines River, working with then-U.S.
Sen. Harold Hughes to secure the necessary federal funding. He supported during his term as mayor the building of both Williams Drive and Veterans Bridge (on First Avenue South and over the railroad tracks), creating more efficient traffic flows through Fort Dodge.
Harlan and Hazel Rogers Sports Complex had its roots during his tenure — thanks to land donated by the Rogers — and continues to bring recreational and financial (state girls softball championship) benefits to the city. As mayor, Habhab dug the first spade of dirt for the present site of Iowa Central Community College, which had been located in a wing of Fort Dodge Senior High, and which he considers one of northwest Iowa’s greatest assets. To expand the Fort Dodge Regional Airport, he worked through condemnation proceedings to double the size of the land on which the airport is located. Also during his mayoral tenure, the fire station was moved from the Fort Dodge Municipal Building to its present location, land was acquired for the present city landfill, the Airport Commission was created and the city limits were expanded to control and encourage home building.
All of these were a team effort with the city council and key Fort Dodge leaders, and couldn’t have been accomplished without them, Habhab is quick to point out — adding that one upon whom he relied heavily for many city projects was former City Clerk Dennis Milefchik.
Fate played a big role in how this all came about, beginning when his parents — who spoke very little English — found their way to Fort Dodge because his dad, while working the mines in Pennsylvania, knew a Ferris Daniel of Fort Dodge and when the train dropped him off at the wrong city in Iowa, he was able to communicate to the trainmaster where he wanted to go. The late Ferris Daniel’s grandson, John, owns Daniel Pharmacy and grandson, Steve, owns Daniel Tire Co.
The Habhabs had nine children — two of whom died at an early age. Al is the last to survive.
Two of Habhab’s brothers — Hassan and Oscar — joined the Navy after the United States entered World War II. And Al was 18 when he was drafted into the Army on Jan. 25, 1944, just after graduating early from Fort Dodge Senior High.
Nine months later, his unit of the 87th Infantry Division fought in the Battle of the Bulge and the date of Dec. 16, 1944, was indelibly seared forever in Habhab’s mind.
Facing intense German fire on that day, Habhab’s squad was ordered to take out a machine gun nest. One of the men, Arthur Kingsberry, was hit by bullets and, Habhab recalled, was lying in a field “yelling and screaming, ‘I don’t want to die’ and ‘help me, help me.'”
“I told the guys if they would cover me, I would go back and get Kingsberry. So I got rid of my pack but kept my rifle and ammunition belt and crawled on my belly to where Kingsberry was. He was shot up bad and was bleeding profusely. I had my first-aid packs, and I patched him up the best I could. The Germans kept shooting. We could hear the zing of bullets. Finally, the Germans stopped firing. Perhaps they thought we were both dead. There was indeed divine intervention. I threw Kingsberry’s arm over me. He was a big fellow and I was a little guy, I weighed 100-125 pounds. I then dragged him to where the other guys were.”
Some 40 years later, Habhab was able to track down Kingsberry, who was a jeweler who lived in Baltimore, and for years after they exchanged cards or phone calls each Dec. 16 until Kingsberry died. They never got the chance to meet. For his Army service, Habhab was awarded the Bronze Star, three battle stars and the Combat Infantryman Badge.
Habhab developed trench foot a week after rescuing Kingsberry in the frozen conditions of France and was evacuated to a hospital in Paris, and then to England, where doctors were able to save his feet from amputation.
“All I can tell you is that I went into the Army on Jan. 25, 1944. I was in Europe in November 1944. I was in the hospital just a few months later. I lived a lifetime in about 10 months. I was just a common ordinary guy. I never thought much about it until my later years.”
The war did not leave the Habhab family untouched. Navy Ensign Oscar Habhab was flying a Corsair off an aircraft carrier near Guam, on patrol looking for Japanese planes, when his aircraft went down on April 1, 1945. The plane exploded when it hit the water and his body was never recovered. “That was the most devastating thing that fell on our family,” Habhab said. “My parents never recovered from his loss. Our love for him has never closed.”
Al was in the barracks in England the day he received a letter from his sister Mary that Oscar had died. “I was in shock, I didn’t know which way to turn. I guess it’s another incident in my life that perhaps shaped my future.” Oscar is memorialized in the Philippines at the Manila American Cemetery and Memorial.
Habhab was discharged from the Army in early 1946 and began classes at Fort Dodge Junior College that fall. After two years, he entered the University of Iowa and graduated with a law degree in 1952. It was at Iowa that he met and fell in love with Janet, the daughter of Robert and Grace Morse of Elkader. They were married in July 1953.
They returned to Fort Dodge where Habhab started his own practice — he said he grossed $800 in his first year — before attorney Alan Loth invited him to join his practice 10 years later.
Habhab was 34 years old when he was elected in 1960 to his first two-year term as mayor, deciding to run for the nonpartisan position because he thought there were “things that needed to be done” in Fort Dodge. Many thought he was too young; previous office-holders were much older. But he won election and then re-election six more terms.
Later, his long ambition to become a judge was fulfilled when he was appointed a judge in the Second Judicial District by then-Gov. Robert Ray in 1975 and served for 13 years.
Habhab was appointed to the Iowa Court of Appeals by then-Gov. Terry Branstad in 1988 and later was selected by his fellow judges as chief judge. He left the court in 1997 and served as a senior judge for eight more years. Habhab afterward did some limited law practice in Fort Dodge and today, while his attorney’s license is current, he no longer practices law.
Habhab, who serves on the board of Friendship Haven and is former commander of the Fort Dodge American Legion, believes in involvement. The list of other organizations he has served is long. And so, too, is his list of honors.
“If you don’t think things are going the way you should, get involved” he said. “If you really, truly believe in what you’re doing, that’s the major part. You’re going to be subject to criticism along the way, that’s true. But you need to be calm about the criticism. You need to believe in what you’re doing.”
When Habhab celebrated his 90th birthday in 2015 with a party at the Community Orchard, he told co-owner Bev Baedke to make a reservation for Sept. 6, 2025, for his 100th birthday party. He was joking, he said. Well, maybe.
“I enjoyed my 90th,” he said. “I think I’ve led a pretty good life.”
Messenger Spotlight: April 2, 2017; Paul Stevens
Jane Burleson will soon say goodbye to the city she loves and has served so well.
But when she departs her native Fort Dodge for the warmer climate of Arizona, where she will live with relatives, it will be with the promise that she will one day return.
“It’s going to be kind of hard, but I’ll do it,” she said. “Life is about new experiences. Here I am 88 years old and I need new experiences. I’ll miss the people and my friends, but I’ll get a chance to come home sometimes.”
A public reception to bid Jane farewell is planned for 4 p.m. on Saturday at Cricket’s Lounge, 512 Central Ave., according to her niece, Stephanie Spicer, whose mother was Jane’s sister.
“It will be called the Diva Going Away Party. Everyone is to wear green,” Spicer said. “We call her a diva because of the great way she dresses and her independence.”
Union activist. Volunteer. Church leader. Lifelong Democrat. City Council member. Civil rights champion. And great cook, according to those who know her well — especially those who have enjoyed her sweet potato pie.
Jane Burleson — the first woman and the first African-American to serve on the Fort Dodge City Council — has worn all the titles well as one of the best-known, respected and beloved residents in Fort Dodge’s history. No one has served on the City Council longer than her 24-year tenure.
She is a lifelong Democrat who, at 88, worked a 12-hour shift on Election Day last Nov. 8 at Precinct 6 at the Elderbridge Agency, helping people register to vote. She also served as a caucus leader. Both are roles in which she has served for decades. A Hillary Clinton supporter, Burleson said she was “surprised” and “disappointed” when Clinton lost to Donald Trump.
The election made her even more adamant in her belief in getting to the polls and casting your vote: “You need to keep pushing, your vote does count. It’s like playing the lottery; you can’t win if you don’t play.”
President Trump is the 16th president of her lifetime. Over the years, she has met many of the candidates for president who have come to Fort Dodge during the Iowa caucuses — some who went on to hold the nation’s highest office.
Calvin Coolidge was in the White House when she was born in Fort Dodge to Otavia Bivens Jones Dukes and William Kelly Jones. She was born in 1928 — as she is quick to point out, the year before Martin Luther King. She grew up in what she still calls “The Flats” in southwest Fort Dodge, attending school at Pleasant Valley, Wahkonsa, Junior High and Senior High.
She left high school to marry at age 17 (later earning credits to get her diploma). After separating from her husband, Charles Turner, she moved to Chicago to work in a packing plant. They had a son, Charles, who survived combat in Vietnam but suffered a violent death in St. Louis in 1974. It was a heartache that remains to this day.
In 1948 Burleson returned to Fort Dodge to care for her ailing father. He died soon after, and she was hired that year by the Tobin Packing Plant, which Hormel purchased five years later. It was a good fit. In her 33 years at Tobin and Hormel, she worked in the sliced bacon department, sausage production line and eventually on the cut floor, and became involved in union activities, serving as secretary for the Local 31, United Packinghouse Workers of North America.
“In looking back about Jane, she always had a sense of identity and purpose in life and at work,” said Gary Ray, who joined Hormel in Fort Dodge in 1968, rose to corporate positions in Austin, Minnesota, and is now chair of the Hormel Foundation. “Her good nature and attitude at work would carry over to the other people on the line. Jane always had a lot of positive energy and excitement about her that you enjoyed being around her.”
She married Walter Burleson at First United Methodist Church in 1954. He had been in the restaurant business and also worked at the state liquor store, and was the first black person to serve on a jury in Webster County. He died in 2011.
Jane Burleson has been heavily involved in civil rights, locally and nationally, for more than five decades.
“Jane devoted a substantial part of her life seeking justice and fairness for all individuals of this great country of ours regardless of the color of that person’s skin or religious beliefs,” said Al Habhab, who met her in 1960 soon after he was first elected mayor of Fort Dodge.
“Jane came to my office to call to my attention specific instances of discrimination,” said Habhab, who served 14 years as mayor and later was a District Court judge and Iowa Court of Appeals justice. “Her presentation was excellent and meaningful and directly to the point. I looked into discrimination in housing and based on state and federal legislation, our City Council adopted anti-discrimination legislation that is still the law of this land. Jane’s perseverance hastened its adoption. But this is but a small part of her accomplishments.”
When the Hormel plant closed in 1981, she joined the Fort Dodge Community School District as a special education teacher’s aide. That was the year of her first foray into elective politics when she ran for a seat on the Fort Dodge City Council.
She lost her first attempt, but she ran again in 1983 and was elected. On the council, she recalled with a smile, “there were seven of us and six of them were men. They gave me hell but I gave them hell right back.”
Today, Fort Dodge is much more receptive to black residents than it was then, she said.
“We’ve come a long way. We are much more open today.” she said.
Burleson was a role model for young people in Fort Dodge especially blacks, recalled Charles Clayton, executive director of Athletics for Education and Success. “When I was growing up, she was one of the few we had who was an advocate for you — just as long as you do the right thing.”
Clayton recalled a time when he was “running my mouth” as a seventh- or eighth-grader while attending a football game at Dodger Stadium. “Here comes Jane, marching right up to me and reading me the riot act. She even knew my mom’s name and I straightened up right away. Jane was always somewhere around, always to give good advice.”
Sherry Washington, an organizer of Black History Month in Fort Dodge, shares the feeling: “Mama Jane is such a beautiful woman. She inspires me in so many ways. Her strength, knowledge and nurturing is superb. Her guidance and encouragement directed some of my political involvement — always encouraging and conversing on so many topics. I always love hearing her funny stories — there is never a dull moment. And I love her for loving me — dear Mama Jane, there will never be another.”
Washington said she was encouraged by Burleson to run for the Democratic Party’s 4th Congressional District Affirmative Action Chair and State Platform Delegate, both of which Washington is currently seated.
During her years of political involvement, Burleson has been active as a volunteer at the polls and during the caucuses and has attended numerous district and state Democratic conventions. She was selected to be an at-large delegate at the Democratic National Convention in New York City in 1980, but injuries from a car accident prevented her from going.
She recalls the many presidential candidates who have visited the city, including John F. Kennedy’s visit in 1960. She’s met Jimmy Carter, Jesse Jackson and Bill Clinton. After Clinton spoke in Fort Dodge, Burleson said, she moved forward toward the stage to get his autograph. A Secret Service agent intervened and said she could go no further. She recalled with a smile, “I told the agent, ‘I’m his maid, ask him to sign my card.’ And he did.”
Jimmy Carter came to Fort Dodge as president and had prescribed the 55 mph and other energy-saving programs to conserve energy. He encouraged Americans to turn down the heat and wear sweaters in their homes as he was doing so in the White House to set a good example. His mother, Lillian, accompanied him and Burleson got a chance to meet her, recalled Daryl Beall, former state senator. “Jane got a kick out of Miss Lillian, who was chilled at an event and wanted a sweater. ‘I don’t care what Jimmy says. Turn up the heat,’ Lillian Carter quipped to Jane.”
Judge Brown, who taught at Iowa Central Community College and Fort Dodge Senior High, has admired her greatly since he came to Fort Dodge in 1977. He said Burleson has played key roles locally in the Martin Luther King birthday celebration and Black History Month.
“She obviously enjoys being a public servant,” he said. “She loves politics. She wants people to be involved in politics. Don’t sit back, she’ll tell you, get out there and act.”
In 2013, Burleson was inducted into the Iowa African American Hall of Fame. She helped to launch Fort Dodge’s Martin Luther King Scholarship Committee, served as president of the Fort Dodge A. Philip Randolph Institute, and has been involved with the League of Women Voters and the Democratic Party. She has served her church, Coppin Chapel African Methodist Episcopal, for more than 50 years. She received the Cristine Wilson Medal for Equality and Justice in 2006. In 2002, she was named the Citizen of the Year in Fort Dodge.
She looks forward to her next adventure in Arizona, where she will relax in the sunshine and continue her passion of doing crossword puzzles. “I always want to be doing something — something helpful,” she said.
Said Beall, “Frankly, I cannot imagine our community without Jane. She has been such an integral part of Fort Dodge for years in her church, city government, schools, labor, Democratic politics.”
He thinks the perfect going-away gift for his friend would be a bottle of her favorite scotch, Glenlivet.
“Glenlivet is an expensive scotch whiskey. For discerning tastes. Jane is that way with people too. She meets people of all social, economic, ethnic and spiritual strata equally well. She is as at home at the country club as she is at the union hall. Jane is a beautiful human being.”
Messenger Spotlight: March 5, 2017; Paul Stevens
Shagging the drag. Dining at Treloars Inn, Constantines, Tony’s. Movies at the Strand, Rialto, Dodge and Iowa movie theaters on Central Avenue. The Lancers Drum and Bugle Corps. The Harvest Festival at Dodger Stadium. Buddy Holly performing at the Laramar.
All are among the rich history of Fort Dodge — and while no longer with us, their memories are kept alive on the internet, for perpetuity, thanks to Facebook pages devoted to the city and Webster County — and to the photographic work of 86-year-old Dave Prelip.
Prelip’s photos — ones he takes today and historic pictures he finds — are viewed and commented upon by thousands of former and present-day Fort Dodgers on such sites as:
“Fort Dodge Iowa: The Best Hometown in America”
“Shagging the Drag”
“You Might Be from Fort Dodge If …”
“One of my hobbies is using Photoshop, and I touch up the historic photos that I am able to find and that people have given to me. I have quite a few pictures that I still haven’t gotten to yet,” Prelip said. “But I also take a lot of pictures that show Fort Dodge buildings and scenes as they are today.”
Prelip is armed with an arsenal of six high-end cameras, and the photographs that he regularly contributes to all three sites — and others — draw many Facebook “Likes” and comments from viewers who hail from all around the world, but who also live in Fort Dodge and the surrounding area.
“I love coming back to Fort Dodge,” said Jolyn Magnusson-Cataldo, who grew up in Fort Dodge from 1951 to 1968 and now lives in Des Moines. “I love the old pictures that bring back so many good memories. I’m cheering Fort Dodge on as all the new industry is coming to town. It’s exciting to see it come back to that time when I was growing up there.
I love coming back and showing the grandkids where I lived, went to school.”
Always popular are photos of downtown Fort Dodge from the days when Central Avenue was teaming with businesses such as Gates, Fantles, Model Clothing, Lilians Fashions, The Boston Store, Welch’s Shoes, Charles A. Brown clothing, Sears and more.
Restaurant menus published on the sites always ring a bell. And oh, the prices back then.
On the menu at Constantines, which was on the corner of Ninth and Central, a menu item: “Bacon Sandwich on Toast, with a chocolate malted milk. 25 cents.” Treloars Inn on the north side — where the Village Inn is located today — commands tremendous nostalgia — for its ribs, its fried chicken and its baked beans. And the carhops who tended to customers on roller skates.
For Jim Rodenborn, whose father started Hawkeye Glove Manufacturing in 1970, there is enjoyment in “the photos that show my family’s manufacturing business from times gone by. Then, as now, the manufacturing business in the U.S. was difficult.”
On the “Shagging the Drag” site, “The majority of the people who go on the site are in the 35- to 60-year-old range,” said Bill Shimkat, its administrator. “They are people from all over the world. But they also live in Fort Dodge. I think there’s still a number of people who like to know the history of where they are living, seeing things from the past — how things have changed.”
The site formed by Shimkat, who with his brother Ed and his uncle Bruce own Shimkat Motor Company, notes: “If you grew up in Fort Dodge, Iowa prior to the ’90s, at some point you shagged the drag or cruised Central. This is all about teenage angst and car culture.”
Shagging the drag was the practice of teens starting in the 1950s who drove up and down Central Avenue and around the City Square on Friday and Saturday nights, as a social gathering place, said Shimkat, father of sons 15 and 12 who himself shagged the drag.
“It was good for the soul,” said Tom Ryan, formerly of Fort Dodge, now living in Portland, Oregon. “I used to shag the drag in my ’51 Chevy truck. Nowadays kids get hauled off to jail for that kind of thing. Where’s a kid show off his wheels nowadays … “
Said Tom Koch, of Glen Ellyn, Illinois: “Shagging the drag was a rite of passage in 1971. I was on it with a full car the night I got my license. ‘American Graffiti’ could have been filmed in Fort Dodge. I grew up in Fort Dodge, but rarely make it back. Dave’s photos and all the comments bring good memories back and make me realize that I am proud to be a product of Corpus Christi School, St. Ed’s, and Fort Dodge.”
By the early ’90s, the practice had pretty much stopped: “Kids today, there are so many other things they do,” Shimkat said. “They’re not looking for this kind of entertainment — every Friday and Saturday night, burning gas downtown. There was a lot stronger car culture then. That’s gone away. It’s a generational thing.”
Neil Olson, founder of “Fort Dodge Iowa: Best Hometown in America,” grew up in Fort Dodge and for 41 years has operated a heating and air conditioning business in Minneapolis, where his granddaughter introduced him to Facebook in 2009. He also started a Facebook page for his Fort Dodge Senior High School Class of 1961.
“My roots are in Fort Dodge and I always believed Fort Dodge was the best town in America, the best town to grow up in,” Olson said. “So my goal was to create a group of decent people who like to talk about their hometown. Our basic criteria for membership: They have to have lived in Fort Dodge at one time or another.
“To me, Facebook is more than just a social media site — it’s a place that allows us to express our point of view, to share our opinion, to meet up with old friends and meet new ones, and to start new adventures.”
If members post material that is objectionable, including advertising for products or services or making critical remarks, they are removed from the site, Olson said.
Joe Canavan started the “You might be from Fort Dodge if…” site five years ago. “It started as kind of a joke, but it grew quickly from there — to more than 5,000 members today,” he said. “I have lived most of my life here and I love Fort Dodge. So many good memories.”
Among favorite sights among his viewers are early pictures of the Crossroads Mall before it was enclosed, older buildings such as the downtown Sears store, restaurants like Sylvia’s, the gazebo in the City Square and Christmas lighting on Central Avenue.
Canavan, 41, works for the DART (Dodger Area Rapid Transit) system and lives in Eagle Grove. He, too, has little tolerance for negativity on the Facebook site.
“This group is about fun. Please if you want to bash Fort Dodge, go to another site. This is a place where you come to just share memories of Fort Dodge. It’s enjoyable to see old pictures of the city.”
None of the Fort Dodge administrators believes that their sites compete with one another, and many of their followers are on multiple sites.
The websites are gratifying to all three administrators.
“I’ve been a history buff my entire life,” Shimkat said, “I started out as a history major at the University of Iowa, but ended up with a marketing degree … I’ve always found our local history fascinating. My gratification comes from sharing memories with others that grew up here. I frequently have people that grew up here and moved away many, many years ago, that have found my Facebook page and have told me thanks for bringing back some old memories. Often, it’s a comment about how they had forgotten about a specific event or place until a picture brings it back. I get the enjoyment of reading people’s memories of Fort Dodge. My family has been here a long time. I love the community, the people of Fort Dodge. I love the architecture.”
Olson said he derives great pleasure from “knowing that a lot of people from Fort Dodge are able to connect with friends, meet new friends, reminisce about what is was like growing up and living in Fort Dodge, and learning about fact and fun things that they never knew about their home town. There is personal satisfaction that I was able to create a group that has brought thousands of people to together that are having a good time!”
The largest challenge for all three sites is finding high-quality photos to post, and that’s where contributors like Prelip come in.
“In the summer, I’ll go up and down the streets of the city taking pictures,” said Prelip, an Army veteran of the Korean War who worked 27 years as a service technician for Sears before retiring in 1990.
Prelip was part of the Brushy Creek Honor Flight two years ago that took veterans to see monuments in Washington, D.C., and traveled with his cameras, naturally — feeding some of the photos to the Fort Dodge Facebook sites.
He plans to keep on posting photos — to the delight of his many followers, like Dean Peterson, who said:
“I’m a ’58 grad of Ft. Dodge High … my father was president of Fort Dodge Lab … my brother an employee of Union Trust Bank. Those are my roots. My parents now have passed. My brother moved and is now retired. And now I must rely upon the wonderful pics to recall my early life’s history. Shagging the drag stands at the top apart from playing baseball in the Dodger stadium. Thanks for keeping these memories alive.”
Messenger Spotlight: February 5 , 2017; Paul Stevens
When Terry Goodman met a traveling puppeteer as a fourth-grader at Duncombe Elementary School in the late 1950s, he caught the show business fever that carried him from Fort Dodge to performing on the country’s biggest entertainment stages.
Getting to assist in shows by Lewis Parsons, a legendary puppeteer, and then starting his own puppet shows at an early age put Goodman on a career path to Broadway and to movie and television work in Los Angeles, being cast in national theater tours, and teaching his craft to college students in Iowa, Alaska and Utah.
“It was tremendous training for me as an actor,” Goodman said. “I did all the parts, all the voices, built the stage, and came up with the script and put music behind it. So when I got into theater, I had a pretty good idea of what I would like to do.
“I was very fortunate to have a talent that I was able to use that not many people have. I don’t know where I got it from, probably my dad — he was always a showman, trying to make somebody laugh. He wasn’t afraid to talk to anybody. I got that showmanship from him and what little brains I have, I got from my mother.”
He met Parsons when the puppeteer performed in Fort Dodge as part of his annual tours to grade schools from his native Michigan to the Mexican border, totting a trailer behind his car that held the puppets and a stage.
“He would come to Fort Dodge every fall and with 15 cents and a note from our parents, we could go to the assembly,” Goodman said. “It was my brother’s idea to go meet him and see if we could help him. During one of his shows, he would pick kids to come out of the audience and work the puppets behind stage on sticks, while he would play the piano. He picked me.
“I was kind of bit by it. I started my own show in the fourth grade, using a card table with a sheet over it. I built a bigger stage and when Mr. Parsons came to dinner at our house, for Halloween, he saw my puppet stage and bought me lighting. He also built me a giant Jack in the Beanstalk made of wood.”
Goodman’s neighborhood shows moved to a bigger stage — Uncle Dick’s Fun House on KVFD-TV — and he started doing puppet shows two or three times a week, first in Fort Dodge and then in surrounding communities. “I was pretty successful with it. But in the ninth grade, a girl told me, ‘Why don’t you go home and play with your dolls?’ I told my mom, that’s it, no more bookings.”
Goodman, 66, has lived for the past nine years in Park City, Utah — a resort town that is home to Robert Redford’s Sundance Film Festival. He lived for 18 years in Venice Beach, California, and 16 years in New York City — and three in Ames, where he taught acting at Iowa State. In his 43-year career, he has performed in 163 professional plays and musicals, 62 television shows, 41 national TV commercials, featured or starred in 12 motion pictures, and directed 22 plays and musicals.
Over the years, he has returned home to appear in three productions of the Comedia Musica Players of Fort Dodge — in “Camelot,” “Man of La Mancha,” and “Oliver.”
Goodman continues to perform, in local commercials and in movie roles. “It keeps me active, there’s a big acting community here,” he said. “I work 15 shows a year.”
Ames was where his son Jack, 13, was born. Terry delights in coaching him in flag football, baseball and basketball. “I coach all of his teams, that’s in the Goodman blood. We have a lot of fun. I see a lot of my dad and my brother in me when I coach. I’m a little more no nonsense about it, a little harder like they were in the ’50s and ’60s. The kids seem to respond well to it, the parents not as well.”
Goodman said Jack has no interest in following in his father’s career footsteps: “I discourage it whenever possible — it is such a difficult, difficult business. It is a one in million shot of making a living in this business. I’ve been extremely lucky I made a living at it. I’ve done OK. I never was a household name. I had good years financially but also had some really bad years.”
Sports played a large role in Goodman’s life growing up. His father Wayne A. “Connie” Goodman coached basketball for 27 years and is a member of the Iowa High School Basketball Hall of Fame. His mother Helen was a longtime elementary school teacher. His brother Tom, who played at Iowa State, entered the Hall of Fame as a player and coach, and Tom’s sons Jay and Tommy John are also in the Hall of Fame. Tom coached FDSH to the 1988 state championship with Jay as one of its stars. Connie Goodman died in 1993 and Helen Goodman died a week short of her 101st birthday in 2012.
While getting his masters at Utah State, Goodman said he sent tapes to Aggie basketball coaches of his nephew Jay, who wasn’t getting a scholarship under Johnny Orr at Iowa State after his freshman year despite playing well. They liked what they saw and Jay starred there as the starting point guard. “They were the greatest two years of my life, I was like a parent, more nervous than he was. He was like a son to me.”
Goodman competed in football, basketball, track and baseball at FDSH. Track was his favorite sport and after his senior year, he placed third in the state in the 880 and helped FDSH to a second-place finish in the state tournament.
In junior high, he joined Gail Nicewanger’s drama class in the summer and began to understand drama as a skill. Then Larry Mitchell came to Fort Dodge as FDSH choral director in his sophomore year and Goodman began taking part in school musicals and he was hooked. “I had an OK voice. I loved musicals and it was something I thought I could do well.”
After graduating in 1969, Goodman got a theater scholarship to Arkansas State University in Jonesboro. His sophomore year, he walked on to the track team and broke three records while there. He majored in theater and won the part of Stanley Kowalski in “A Streetcar Named Desire.” “I won some acting awards and thought I could do this professionally — and as soon as I graduated from Arkansas State, I was going to New York.”
Goodman — known professionally at Terence Goodman — did summer stock theater in Cortland, New York, and then joined four others in moving into New York City to rent an apartment and look for acting jobs. He earned his Actor’s Equity Card and was cast in “Jesus Christ Superstar” on Broadway and went on its first national tour. He also performed in the first Broadway revival of “Damn Yankees” with Gwen Verdon and Ray Walston.
His biggest movie role came when he answered an open casting call in 1975 for “Ode to Billy Joe,” inspired by the hit song by Bobbie Gentry. Goodman’s agent told him the producers were looking for “Southern types” and that since he went to college in Arkansas, he should take a shot. He tried out for the lead role, but it went to Robby Benson. Goodman landed the role of James Hartley — playing the brother of Bobbie Lee Hartley (Glynnis O’Connor). The movie came out in 1976.
“That was the springboard, I was bitten by the movie bug,” said Goodman, who was 25 at the time.
Goodman moved to Venice Beach and made a good living guest starring on such shows as “Laverne and Shirley” and “Three’s Company” and soap operas “Days of Our Lives” and “The Young and the Restless,” until a writers’ strike in 1988. Goodman then went back to theater at The Old Lyric Repertory Theater in Logan, affiliated with Utah State. At the end of the season he was offered the opportunity to finish his master’s degree in exchange for teaching acting and film studies.
There, Goodman met a woman who became his wife, Catherine Jackson. After they both graduated, they moved back to LA where he did television shows and small movies. Then it was on to New York in 1994 where he performed in “The Music Man” in Philadelphia and summer stock in upstate. He was on the first Broadway national tour of “Titanic” and after 18 months, returned to New York. He was in New York on 9/11 and watched in horror from the roof of his apartment building as the second plane went into the side of the World Trade Center.
Goodman and his wife moved to Iowa State in 2002 when he was hired as an assistant theater professor. They were there for three years before moving to Park City with their son Jack. Now divorced and a single parent, Goodman decided to put his professional career on hold and raise his son in Park City. He said he has no plans on leaving Park City until Jack goes off to college.
“I feel very fortunate — I’ve always said, being an actor is sure better than working. I saw a lot of the world, and every major city in the country. I’ve been lucky, it’s been my only job. I never got star status, but I’ve been a lot of characters and leading men and entertained a lot of people. That’s what it was about for me. Making people laugh and cry and make people maybe think about a subject in a different way. To leave the theater even slightly changed is what it’s about for me.”
Goodman remembers growing up in Fort Dodge in the family home on Eighth Avenue North — “a little kid laying at his bedroom window, thinking I’d love to be a movie star one day. Every dream I dreamed for myself, I got — and more. I had a good run.”
Messenger Spotlight: January 1, 2017
A coach’s daughter, Julie Thorson has applied lessons learned from her father and from her family’s lifelong love of athletics to lead Friendship Haven, a retirement community in its 70th year of service to residents of the Fort Dodge area.
Thorson enters her sixth year as president and chief executive officer in January. She ascended through the ranks to the top position after starting out as a part-time social worker when she found that her first career — as a television journalist — was not for her. She set a goal to become president before she was 40. And it happened.
She was 38 when she was appointed in 2012 by Friendship Haven’s board of directors as president, the first woman in that role.
“I had two challenges at the start — my youth at the time and being female,” she said. “For the residents, I had to prove myself. They were used to older males in the role. I hope after five years that I have done that.”
Thorson leads a staff of 311 who work for the continuing care, not-for-profit retirement community that describes itself as faith-based with a founding history with the United Methodist Church. It was founded in 1946 and the Rev. Dr. Clarence Wesley Tompkins served as its first executive director for 25 years. It occupies 60 acres west of downtown Fort Dodge, next door to Iowa Central Community College, and is home to 315 residents in independent living, assisted living and skilled care residences.
“I am leading an organization that is taking care of people I grew up with — my teachers, my parents’ friends, people I’ve known all my life growing up in Fort Dodge,” she said. “For residents, it is the most intimate time of their lives and it is my responsibility, a personal one, that their time here is well spent.”
Thorson, 43, is the daughter of Sam and Sharon Moser. Her father was head football coach at Fort Dodge Senior High for 15 years and in 2013 was inducted into the Iowa High School Football Coaches Association Hall of Fame. He retired in 2004 as the Dodgers’ second-winningest coach. She was born in Sioux Falls, South Dakota, and lived in Aurelia and Clarion, where her dad coached, before the family moved to Fort Dodge in 1979.
Athletic Director Vernon “Dutch” Huseman hired him as assistant football coach under Doug Black, and Moser became head coach in 1990.
“I love working with people and I am also a student of leadership,” Thorson said. “I think that goes back to being a daughter of a coach. I look at things not as a CEO but as a head coach. I think that’s how they see me leading. It is coaching. If you’re the head coach, you better know what the team — our residents and our staff — is doing.”
Thorson meets regularly with her staff and tries to introduce herself and get to know every resident.
“I think in my role it’s important for me to know who we are serving,” she said. “I like to dine with residents, attend parties when I’m able and pop in to visit with them as often as possible.”
The Mosers are a sports family through and through. Her mother, who is in her final year as library associate at Feelhaver Elementary School, competed in track, softball and cheerleading in high school. Julie, the oldest of three children, was a senior on the Dodger swim team at the same time as her sister, Jill, then a freshman. The youngest Moser, Nik, was an all-state football player and played at Iowa State. But there’s more.
Julie married Tjeran Thorson, a Dodger all-state football player and son of the late Sherwyn Thorson, a University of Iowa football star and NCAA wrestling champion who played football professionally in Canada. Her sister Jill’s husband is head wrestling coach at Fort Madison High School. Julie and Tjeran’s daughter Lehr was a swimming star at FDSH. This past season, Lehr’s medley relay team broke the school record set in 1990 by a team that included her mother.
“I don’t think very many mothers get to see their daughters break their records,” Thorson said.
Lehr, 18, is heading to college next fall and plans to compete in swimming wherever she goes. Their son Asle, 15, is a freshman at FDSH and competes in football, basketball and track.
“We are a competitive family, that’s an understatement,” she said. “Sports for me as it relates to my career taught me not apologize for being competitive. I think it is something instilled from early on, striving to be better. When we were younger, we strove to be better athletically. But I think for all three of us, we carry this out professionally as well. It kind of makes it part of your DNA. And it’s fun to see it with our kids.”
Journalism was Thorson’s career choice after graduating from FDSH where she worked on the Little Dodger student newspaper. While in high school, she was hired by Messenger sports editor Bob Brown to work two nights a week taking prep scores and writing stories. But she was determined too young to work after midnight and was let go.
“Bob always told me, ‘I was the first person to hire you and the first person to fire you’,” she said with a laugh.
After two years at Iowa Central, she chose to study to become a broadcast journalist at the University of Kansas. Her first job after graduation was as a reporter at KIMT-TV, a CBS affiliate in Mason City.
“I really liked the on-air experience,” she said. “But I completely changed my mind while in Mason City. I felt like I was working at people, not with people. Something was missing. I wasn’t making a difference at all. I was just reporting what I saw. It is a worthwhile profession but it felt cold to me.”
Thorson left the station after two years and returned to Fort Dodge. Iowa Central had a public radio station and she worked there and taught classes. She and Tjeran were married at the time and had their first child, Lehr, when she took a job as a part-time social worker at Friendship Haven in 1999.
“As a kid, I loved being around older people. When I took the job here, I really felt I was making a difference in peoples’ lives, and I was hooked.”
A year later, she was hired fulltime as a long-term care social worker by Denise Wiederin, who today is director of assisted living.
Thorson ascended through the leadership ranks before leaving in 2007 to work at Trinity Regional Medical Center, and returned to Friendship Haven two years later as director of strategic initiatives. She was head of the Tompkins Health Center when the president’s position opened. She consulted with board members about applying — one of them Albert Habhab, former Fort Dodge mayor and judge.
“He has been a constant fan of Friendship Haven and supporter of me from the very beginning,” she said.
In 2013, she led the $35 million campaign to open the Simpson Health Center and River Ridge Apartments. A campaign is now under way for a $5.5 million facility for those with advanced Alzheimer’s Disease.
“We are doing the right things on the inside. That’s why there’s demand to come to Friendship Haven,” she said. “New buildings are icing on the cake. What makes this place special are the people who work here.”
Thorson’s favorite motivational saying is “Dream Big.” It’s all over her office and even on her coffee cup.
“I look at what we do as a gift,” Thorson said. “There’s a lot of ageism in our country. I don’t think people value others as they reach a certain age. It is not like folks have an expiration date — when they are going to stop contributing to life.
“The days of the old folks’ home are gone. I think there’s a stigma that you come to Friendship Haven to die. There is so much more living that happens here. We want to support that idea of living well. You discover a whole new world because you’re not tied down by keeping up your own home. I know it’s not for everyone, but for people who give it a chance and get rid of their reservations, most everyone says they wish they would have come sooner.”
Last year, Friendship Haven launched the Boomers Fitness Club in which members pay a fee for use of the facility’s indoor pool and wellness center.
“We are preparing for the boomer generation. We have to,” she said.
Thorson writes a blog, “Living Leadership,” enjoys golfing and cycling, and has competed with a team of Fort Dodge friends in three RAGBRAI events.
“I look forward to the future,” she said. “You need to figure out what you really enjoy. What I enjoy, it’s the coaching and the leadership. As long as I can do that, I am happy.”
Messenger Spotlight: December 4, 2016
Thanksgiving is more than just a holiday for Greg Sells.
Giving thanks is a lifelong process for the Fort Dodge native – giving thanks to family and friends who lifted him from the depths and helped him to a life well lived after he was involved in a tragic auto accident 50 years ago.
Sells was a passenger in a car driven by a fellow University of Iowa student on Oct. 7, 1966, that veered off a Dubuque street, killing the driver and leaving the four-sport athlete at St. Edmond High School paralyzed from the chest down and confined to a wheelchair.
“From that day forward my life would never be the same. And yet today I live a happy, interesting and fulfilling life,” he said. “The reason for the happy ending, and I’m convinced of this, is because of the love and support of my family and my very good friends in and of Fort Dodge.”
Sells remembers Thanksgiving Day 1966 – six weeks after the accident – when he was undergoing treatment at Younkers Rehabilitation Center in Des Moines and his father, Lyle Sells, had picked a nearby restaurant for Thanksgiving dinner.
“It was the first time I was allowed to leave the hospital – for a few hours,” Sells recalled. “I was young (20 years old) and very self-conscious about being in a wheelchair and wanted to go somewhere where I could ‘hide’ from the general public.
“When we got there we found out the dining area was in the lower level only served by a long flight of stairs. I had to be carried down and back up with what seemed like everybody staring at me. In addition, it was packed with people and was a buffet-style meal.
Somebody had to get the food for me. A worse spot could not have been selected. We were all naive about functioning in the wheelchair in the beginning. Later we laughed about it … I still laugh about it.”
Today, Sells is winding down a career in Sacramento, California, where since 1983 he and his brother Tim have operated Sells and Associates Inc., which provides services to injured workers and consultation on legal matters involving personal injury, medical malpractice and employment discrimination matters.
Sells moved to California after graduate school at the University of Arizona, working initially at a medical rehabilitation center in Fresno. He became active in advocacy issues for the disabled, taught two courses in vocational rehabilitation at Fresno State and was appointed by Govs. Ronald Reagan and Jerry Brown to a state board dealing with issues of employment for the disabled.
His job initially involved considerable travel – and he logged many miles in a car equipped with hand controls, with his wheelchair in the back seat, and a dozen airline flights each year.
It was in Sacramento that he met his wife Barbara – “the woman of my dreams” and his stepson Marcel, and later a daughter-in-law, Beth, and two grandchildren, Nya, 5, and Nash, 3, who live in Eden Prairie, a suburb of Minneapolis. Greg and Barbara have been married since 1990 and live in Carmichael, just north of Sacramento.
Sells’ story is one of resilience, determination and the will to succeed. From the start, it was not an easy journey.
Athletics were always a big part of his life and that of his family. His father played football and wrestled at Fort Dodge Senior High, won a national high school wrestling championship and also played football at Cornell College. His brother Boake was a first-team all-state football player at FDSH and attended Iowa on a football scholarship. His brother Tim played football at FDSH.
Greg was a 6-foot-2, 190-pound quarterback at St. Edmond, played forward on the basketball team, qualified for four different events at the state track championship, and was a third baseman and pitcher on the baseball team. In his earlier years, he played for Jerry Patterson’s Fort Dodge Demons baseball team.
After the accident, he spent nine months learning to live “with this new/different body,” motivated by the goal to return to classes at the University of Iowa. “By doing so,” he said, “I would prove to myself, and others, that this accident was simply a speed bump in my life and not an insurmountable obstacle.”
At the time, however, there were no accessibility laws – no ramps or curb cuts, no accessible bathrooms or public transportation, no schools or places of employment that were designed with accessibility in mind. “I was scared about returning to the university.
But then something wonderful happened. Two childhood friends in Fort Dodge (Paul Wright and Paul Stevens) asked me if I wanted to share an apartment with them in Iowa City. I was thrilled because I would not have to take on returning to school all alone. But again, naively, I had failed to recognize that the campus was primarily built on the side of a hill and the classroom buildings were filled with stairs.”
Within two weeks, Sells realized that he could not continue and he felt like a failure, with a future that was bleak. “I clearly recall lying in bed and having, for the only time in my life, what psychologists call suicidal ideation. For that moment I felt I was a failure, I had no idea how I would function in an inaccessible world, and I felt alone and worthless. But again, a wonderful thing happened. The two Pauls didn’t make me feel like a failure and in fact made me feel welcomed and encouraged me to stay in Iowa City a while longer before heading back to my parents in Fort Dodge. I credit that time, and those two friends, for helping me get started in the direction that leads me to today.”
In November 1967, he returned home to Fort Dodge where his parents, Lyle and Louise Sells, “certainly didn’t make me feel like a failure. In fact, they simply said to me – well, what should we do next? They always gave me the feeling that I had support and there was a positive future ahead for me. Like many families in Fort Dodge, I’m sure, we were taught that life isn’t what happens to you but rather it is what you make of it. That has been a guiding principle for me for the last 50 years.”
Paging through an Easter Seals Society book on colleges equipped for people with disabilities, he came across Kansas State Teachers College in Emporia, Kansas – one of a handful of colleges that voluntarily made their campus accessible for disabled students. There, he resumed his education, admitted on academic probation because of poor grades at Iowa but graduating two years later with honors. Sells then earned a scholarship to the University of Arizona and completed a master’s degree in vocational rehabilitation counseling.
The lessons he learned along the way?
“In my almost 45 years of working with people with significant physical disabilities, I have heard time and again – when something like this happens to you, you find out who your friends are. That is code that means, somewhat understandably, your friends tend to drift away over time. But not my friends. My friends rallied around me. Steve Dapper, Frank Kopish, Frank Morse, (the late) Larry Hood, Dudley Joselyn Bednar, (the late) John Bednar, Paul Wright, Paul Stevens and Mark McCarville. These friends were with me then and that friendship has continued to the present day. And it has only been enhanced by reconnecting with other Fort Dodge friends – John Anderson, Mick Flaherty, Doug Goodrich, Joe Culver and Pat O’Brien.
“I would be less than honest with myself if I didn’t admit that there have been a number of low times in the last 50 years. But those moments have become rare and fleeting and I attribute that to the incredible love, support and encouragement of my parents, my brothers Boake and Tim, and my late sister Jo Sells Freer, the invaluable presence, then and now, of my childhood friends and most especially my wife Barbara, my stepson Marcel and his family who have made me happier than any time in my life. I am truly a lucky man.
“l still consider myself a Fort Dodger, I just live a little ways outside the city limits.”
Messenger Spotlight: November 6, 2016
High school romances rarely last after graduation, they say. Spouses working together in their own business often leads to conflicts and should be avoided, they say.
Then there’s Bev and Greg Baedke.
The co-owners of the Community Orchard, one of Fort Dodge’s most popular and well-known businesses and tourist attractions, have clicked since they first met 47 years ago as sophomores at Fort Dodge Senior High School when they sat across from each other in Darrell Murray’s biology class.
Graduating in 1971, the newly married couple started a lifetime of working together at a business founded by Dr. Paul Otto and his wife Edna. Today, the apple orchard – as most know it – attracts 150,000 to 200,000 visitors in a season, which begins the first of August and continues through the third week of December.
“Greg has his duties, I have mine,” Bev said. “We made an agreement years ago that if we had a disagreement, it wouldn’t be in front of staff or customers. There are days during the season when we hardly see each other, as we are busy managing our own areas. We have always just clicked together really well.”
The Community Orchard’s roots trace back to the early 1940s when the Ottos bought the current farm, located north of the city near the Des Moines River, and first operated it as a dairy. The Ottos began planting a few different varieties of apples to see what might grow. Dr. Otto gave away apples to his patients and soon the demand grew to the point where he advertised for a full-time hired man to help expand the orchard.
Greg’s parents, Don and Darlene Baedke, moved in 1960 from their Pomeroy farm to manage the orchard for the Ottos. Darlene knew Dr. Otto when she was a nurse at Mercy Hospital. In the early 1970s, the Baedkes began leasing the orchard from Mrs. Otto after her husband died. In 1980, they acquired the orchard, forming a partnership with Bev and Greg. Ten years later, Greg’s parents retired and Bev and Greg bought out their share to become sole owners.
One of their high school classmates, Mark Mittelstadt, recalls, “Even back when we were growing up, if you were thinking of the face of the orchard’s future, it was Greg’s. He was close to his family and worked hard after school and on the weekends helping to keep it the very special place it is for Fort Dodge and northwest Iowa. It just seemed a natural progression whenever his folks were ready to turn over the keys.”
Greg grew up with the business, working after school and on weekends for his parents – he started growing pumpkins at the age of 8 – and also at Treloar’s Inn as a bus boy and fry cook. The restaurant’s founder Lester D. “Papa” Treloar lived close by in a house along the river, and Greg mowed his yard from the time he was 12. Greg’s fond memory from his childhood is working with Dr. Otto and riding with him in his purple Jeep.
As a young girl, Bev would often come to the orchard to buy apples with her parents, Bob and Dorothy Foughty, and her five siblings. Her father worked as a crane operator for C. Glen Walker Construction Co. of Fort Dodge.
“I fell in love with the place,” Bev recalled, and when she and Greg were married and she became a part of the business, she added, “Mrs. Otto was a mentor to me, we just clicked. I really enjoyed the retail part from the get-go.”
With Greg concentrating mostly on the outside work and Bev on inside work that includes a gift shop and restaurant, the two have developed the orchard into a multi-faceted operation. The orchard hosts many private events – school reunions, family reunions, wedding receptions – and its wedding receptions area is already booked for most of next summer.
“What I enjoy most is our customers,” said Bev, noting that this weekend, the orchard hosts its annual Apple Fest that will continue for the next two weekends. “They become your friends and your family. At the start of each season, when we open the doors for the first time, it feels nice to have them back. People come in and smile. “We work to make this a happy place for our guests, but it’s our happy place too.”
The orchard’s 100 acres includes 5,000 to 6,000 trees and 20 varieties of apples – honey crisp and Haralson apples being the most popular – 10 acres of pumpkins, a corn maze and The Back 40, a play area for children that opened in 2012. A third of the revenue comes from apples and apple products such as dumplings, cider and pies, a third from The Apple Orchard restaurant, and a third from the Orchard Market gift shop. Their most popular market items are corn salsa, raspberry rhubarb jam and maple dip. They ship their products – especially in December when a few hundred gift boxes a week are put in the mail and many gift baskets are hand delivered in the Fort Dodge area which includes surrounding small towns.
One of their most famous visitors came calling last November when Hillary Clinton, the Democratic nominee for president, stopped by while in Fort Dodge to speak at Iowa Central Community College. “She visited with the customers and spent some time in the gift shop. She bought some baby clothes and personal items and some food items in the market,” Bev said.
Greg enjoys working outside the most. He and the Baedkes’ only full-time employee, Tim Quick, plant about 150 new trees each year, and there is no busier time than when the apples are harvested. Depending on the crop, 900,000 to 1.1 million apples are harvested each season. Half of the harvest is used in the cider press, bakery and cafe, and the other half in retail sales.
“In today’s society,” Bev said, “most customers prefer to buy some bakery goods, a gallon of cider, eat in the cafe and head home with a few eating apples. Back in the ’70s women (and men) did a lot of canning and freezing. There are still a few who do, but not nearly as many.”
Weather is always a concern. Four years ago, they lost their entire crop because of an April freeze but were able to buy apples from other growers around the country to stay open. “But it didn’t end up being our worst year,” he said. “Our business is diversified.”
The Baedkes have three children and eight grandchildren. Older daughter Jodi is married to Dr. Daniel Spitz and they live with their three children in Grosse Pointe, Michigan. Their son Jon owns Smitty’s Lawn and Landscape in Fort Dodge and recently purchased Eddie’s Green House, now called Smitty’s Green House; he and his wife Heather have two children, Their younger daughter Julie is married to Ryan Cripe and they and their three children live in Fort Dodge.
The diversification of their business continues, and now the Baedkes do some decorating for homes and businesses. They decorated the second floor of the Simpson Health Center at Friendship Haven and the elevator areas and gathering rooms on all three of its floors. That job was all the more meaningful, Bev said, because her dad, as a crane operator, helped set the steel in the original east and west buildings. Both sets of parents spent some time in the health center as well, so it made it all the more special.
Generations of Fort Dodgers have worked at the orchard over the years. Each year, they hire about 60 employees some of whom are teens to work in various roles. “It takes a lot of work and effort to keep our business going,” Bev said. “It is rewarding to hire employees and help them learn more about how a business works and the importance of paying attention to details.”
Their longest-term employee, Margaret Fiebiger, started working 34 years ago with the Baedkes and Greg’s parents, grading apples in her first years, then working many years in the market before retiring, but came back to work in the market part time again last year. “I missed the people – that’s one of the reasons I came back,” she said. “They are very caring people to work for. I watched their family grow up and they watched our family do the same.”
Messenger Spotlight: October 2, 2016
August is a big month for Dallas advertising executive Steve Dapper.
With the Summer Olympics in Rio de Janeiro just under way, his Publicis Hawkeye agency has produced commercials for one of the official Olympic partners – Bridgestone, the world’s largest manufacturer of tire and rubber products.
And with the 2016-17 school year at Iowa State University, his alma mater, about to begin, a professor in the College of Business will become the first recipient of a fellowship Dapper created and funded.
Dapper – who was raised in Fort Dodge and graduated from St. Edmond High School in 1964 – reached a pinnacle of his 47-year career with the birthing and nurturing of his own advertising business that he named Hawkeye.
The irony of a faculty fellowship funded by the CEO of a company carrying the name of “that other school” in eastern Iowa is not lost on David Spalding, dean of the ISU College of Business. To him, Steve is a gift that keeps on giving.
“We compete in a global market for faculty,” Spalding said. “The Dapper Fellowship and others like it are critical to attracting and keeping great faculty members.
“Steve brings cutting edge advice to projecting and marketing the school. We need to appeal to the 16- to 20-year-olds who are prospective students, the way Steve is able to do with his company.”
Dapper has been a member of the Dean’s Advisory Council of the business college since 1987. He’s the second-longest serving member of the group of 22.
“I may be the only C student serving on the advisory council,” Dapper said with a laugh, in a recent interview.
The first faculty member to be named a Dapper Fellow is Sridhar Ramaswami, professor of marketing, and it takes effect when classes begin August 15. The fellowship is a stipend that adds to the salary of the professor, who works primarily in the field of marketing strategy, and is endowed for 10 years. Ramaswami said he has known Dapper’s “entrepreneurial work over the years and have been impressed with his ingenuity and creativity.”
Dapper is chairman and CEO of Publicis Hawkeye, based in Dallas, after a career that included CEO positions at the nation’s two largest direct marketing companies, Wunderman and Rapp Collins Worldwide in New York City, where he climbed the corporate advertising ladder straight out of Ames. He founded Hawkeye in 1999 above his garage in Bronxville, New York, with his beloved golden lab, Jessie, and moved it to Dallas in 2004.
Looking for a way to expand Hawkeye’s horizons, Dapper sold the agency to Publicis Groupe of Paris in 2014. The global advertising giant merged the company with its Dallas agency to form Publicis Hawkeye and asked Dapper to stay on as chairman and CEO. It has about 220 employees in Dallas and 100 in Hawkeye’s offices in Charlotte, Buffalo, Minneapolis and Vail, Colorado.
Dapper was born in Cedar Rapids to Helen and Gordon Dapper. After living in Faribault, Minnesota, for three years, the family moved into the Dodger Apartments at Sixth Avenue and 24th Street in Fort Dodge and Steve, then 9, started fourth grade at Corpus Christi School.
His father was a World War II Navy veteran who served on the USS Hornet when it was sunk by the Japanese in 1942, claiming 140 lives. In Fort Dodge, he was manager of the Sport Bowl but one day left the family – “dad disappeared out of everyone’s life,” Steve said – and his mother was left to raise Steve and his sister Mary Jo on her own. Steve spent a lot of time with the family of his best friend, then and now, Greg Sells – “they kind of adopted me” he said of Greg’s parents Lyle and Louise Sells.
Dapper channeled his energy toward sports. “I was no great athlete, but I played basketball and was a hurdler in track at St. Edmond. I knew how to jump over things,” he said. “Mom was awesome, a single woman in Fort Dodge trying to support two kids. It wasn’t easy.”
Sells, a track and basketball teammate, points out that Dapper set school records in the low and high hurdles.
“Steve and I considered ourselves ‘sprinters’ – didn’t really want to run out to the turkey farm and back each day (four miles roundtrip),” Sells recalled. “We did everything we could (e.g. tie and retie our shoes) to be the last to leave the school grounds for the run. The route went right by Steve’s apartment in the Dodger Apartments. We would detour at that point. Watch Bandstand and Johnny Carson (“Who Do You Trust”) and we’d keep one eye out for the team as they ran back to the school. After they passed we’d sneak out and then try and look exhausted as we returned to the school grounds. I hope the statute of limitations has passed so we don’t retroactively get in trouble.”
Growing up in Fort Dodge, Dapper said, “Somehow I always strived to succeed. It instilled the idea of friendship and family, good Midwestern values, that have driven everything I have done. Live your life well, care for other people.”
Both of Dapper’s parents have passed away – he got to say goodbye to his father at a VA Hospital in St. Paul, Minnesota, on the day he died in 1996. His mother died eight years ago. His sister lives in Marion, Iowa.
Dapper and his wife Phyllis, also an Iowa State graduate who he met when they worked at the Nugget Lodge in Aspen, Colorado, were married in 1968. After Steve graduated from Iowa State in 1969, he had two job offers. Neither appealed, so he decided to aim high and go to the world’s largest stage for advertising – New York City – to begin his career.
Nothing in the “How to Apply for Your First Job” textbook recommends the way he applied at the Dancer Fitzgerald and Sample agency: He sent a telegram out of the blue announcing when he would be there to interview.
“I sent a telegram to Dancer Fitzgerald saying I would be there on June 10 and that I would stop in and see you at 10 a.m.,” Dapper recalled. “So I arrived at their offices at 347 Madison Avenue. I said, ‘I’m Mr. Dapper, here to see Holly Smith.’ She came out of her office and replied, very facetiously, ‘Oh, we’ve been expecting you.'”
He was hired anyway – and in the “small world” department – got a chance to meet the chairman, Gordon Johnson, soon after starting work. The chairman, he learned, had played football at Cornell College in Iowa with Fort Dodger Lyle Sells.
Along the path of his corporate climb in New York ad agencies, Dapper detoured to start his own ad agency with friend Frank Henderson. They sold it to a Pittsburgh company in the late 1970s.
In 1999, he decided again to go out on his own – founding Hawkeye over his garage at his home in Bronxville, New York.
“I was working at Rapp Collins and everyone knew I loved Iowa, the Hawkeye State,” he said. “We needed a name, and Hawkeye made sense – the vision and velocity, making our mark on marketing by being more perceptive in what we saw. Hawkeye was the scout in The Last of the Mohicans – we were going to take our clients out of the morass.”
He bought a sales promotion company in Dallas in 2000 and moved the agency there in 2004. It grew to a company of more than 700 people when Dapper decided in 2014 to sell it – half to a software company in India and the other half to the global advertising giant Publicis Groupe of Paris.
Publicis Groupe merged the company with its Dallas agency to form Publicis Hawkeye. Eight years before the sale, Hawkeye did nothing in digital. Today, 65 percent of what it creates has a digital component such as building websites, creating mobile applications and targeted emails.
Publicis Hawkeye counts as clients such companies as Bridgestone, BASF, Cargill, T-Mobile, Tru Green, The North Face, American Airlines, Allstate, Peterbilt Trucks and Anheuser Busch.
Most of what Dapper did in the early stages of his career involved print and direct marketing advertising. Both remain important parts of his business today, but there’s increasing focus on digital and video – “we’re creating websites, and are doing films that run on YouTube and Facebook,” he said. “That’s what keeps me interested. We try to leverage creativity, data and technology – the trilogy of those coming together is the future of marketing.”
Dapper served for 15 years on the board of Direct Marketing Association, which represents 15,000 member companies, and was its chairman of the board two years. He is a frequent speaker on the future of direct marketing and technology’s effect on today’s consumers. Dallas Magazine named him one of the 500 top business executives in Dallas in 2015.
When he’s not working, Dapper collects coins, and any baseball cards that have Duke Snider on them; he has a whole set of cards from 1955.
His daughter, Amanda, 39, is married to Teo Ferreira and they have a daughter, Raquel, who is 4. They live in Miami Beach, Florida. Dapper’s daughter, Elizabeth, 36, is now working for Publicis Hawkeye in experiential sports marketing group on accounts such as The North Face and Anheuser Busch. His wife Phyllis’ mother, Dorothy Carlson, is 102 and lives in a retirement home in Omaha.
Dapper was one of 10 advertising leaders nationwide who contributed a chapter to the book, “Inside the Minds: The Art of Advertising.” His message was simple: “A Few True Golden Rules – Be current, be curious and never stop listening.”
“I am still curious – curiosity has always driven me, why people buy things and why people react,” he said. “At Hawkeye, everyone is treated as family. We try to have good communications. We stress the value of friendship, the value of team.”
Messenger Spotlight: August 7, 2016
For Jim Gill, it happened in 2004 when he walked into the VA Hospital in Des Moines, just diagnosed with cancer caused by Agent Orange.
For Tom Dorsey, it happened in 2005 when he attended funeral services for Iraq War veterans.
For Darrell Condon, it happened on Memorial Day 2012 when he woke up and found a small flag planted in his front yard.
What happened? Decades after their service in the Vietnam War, the three veterans heard the words they long had hoped to hear:
“Thank you for your service.”
Those five words have immense meaning for veterans of all wars. But for those who served in a war that many Americans so widely opposed – Vietnam is considered the most unpopular U.S. war of the 20th Century – that meaning is even more special.
This Spotlight focuses on current and former Fort Dodge-area veterans who served during that era. Each was asked - “When was the first time you received a sincere thank you for your service and what were the circumstances?” The question struck a chord among the Vietnam veterans interviewed for this story. Some recalled the exact date.
Gill, a former Fort Dodge city councilman and county supervisor, served with the Army in Tay Ninh, Vietnam, in 1968-69.
“The first sincere ‘thank you’ I remember was about 2004 at the Veteran Administration in Des Moines,” Gill recalled. “I had just been diagnosed with cancer and was making my first trip to the VA Des Moines. The diagnosis was due to exposure to Agent Orange in Vietnam. Walking into the VA hospital was such a shock and I knew my world was about to drastically change. There were men and women of all ages and from all walks of life and with all degrees of medical issues. Everywhere I went there was service-related talk: what branch, where, what years and a hearty ‘thank you for your service’.”
Dorsey, who retired as a financial consultant, served as an Army artillery forward observer in Vietnam in 1967: “I believe my first ‘thank you for your service’ came in 2005 while attending funerals for Iraq KIAs (killed in action). I was a part of the American Legion Riders and also the Patriot Guard Riders where we helped screen the family and guests from the Westboro Baptist demonstrators. People would come over and thank us for being there and for our service.”
Condon, who served in Vietnam in 1968-69, said that when he left the Marine Corps, “I quickly learned to keep quiet about my service and in particular my experiences in Vietnam. May 28, 2012. I went outside to retrieve the morning paper and discovered that during the night the Home Owners Association (in suburban Kansas City) had placed a small American flag on my front lawn for Memorial Day. That was the first time I was thanked for my service.” Condon worked in IT in Kansas City for 33 years before retiring from Sprint in 2006.
Tom Salvatore, an Army veteran who served in Vietnam in 1969-70 and is a retired Fort Dodge postal worker, said his thank you came much sooner: “After my tour in Vietnam was up, I landed in Oakland and then took a flight from Oakland to Omaha and then Fort Dodge. “The date was March 20, 1970. I was sitting next to a man on the plane, a stranger. I was in uniform and the man asked me about my service. We talked for an hour and I told him I had just returned from Vietnam. He thanked me for my service.”
For John Clements, that first thank you came on Veterans Day in 2010 – 40 years after he completed his Vietnam tour. St. Agnes School in suburban Kansas City asked parish veterans to attend a ceremony in the church. “I still choke up just remembering that - after some four decades of living with a bitter gnawing that I never even knew was there. The moral is that one never knows when a small gesture can have a mountainous affect, for good or bad.” Clements served with the Army’s First Cavalry Division in 1969-70 and returned from Vietnam with a Bronze Star, and a new perspective.
Clements recalled that day when he “returned to the world. I learned that our citizens did not appreciate the sacrifices and injuries and deaths that were suffered. The last leg of my flight to Fort Dodge was on a DC3 with Ozark Airlines. A salesman sat next to me and inquired about my status. I told him I was coming home from the Nam. He grunted a disdainful moan and his face said the same thing. I was actually in the mental process of murdering him right there in his seat. Somehow I froze. I never forgot that man and it took over 40 years to forgive him. I also learned to never believe or trust what our government says. Doubtful that will change now. I have visited The Wall several times now. My mind refuses to recognize a single name from our unit.”
David Ray said he has six friends who served with him in Vietnam in 1970 whose names are on the Vietnam Wall. His unit lost 160 men over a five-year period. Ray, who has lived in Fort Dodge for 31 years and works as a manufacturers’ representative, wrote a book, “A Marine’s Promise to God,” that is based on his combat experiences and to “honor my friends killed in action. I thank God for keeping me alive.”
“Vietnam veterans have a common greeting for each other,” Ray added, “and that is ‘welcome home’. Whenever I am wearing my Marine Corps cap, I get a lot of "thank you for your service" but that isn't directed towards my Vietnam service. Probably the best ‘thank you’ I received was a year ago at our Marine infantry company reunion in Savannah, Georgia. The governor of Georgia sent some representatives to honor us and thank us for our Vietnam service and gave us lapel pins and certificates.”
Chuck Isaacson’s “thank you” came when he was a volunteer at the VA Hospital in Columbia, Missouri: “I was told daily ‘Thank you for your service’. I never really let it bother me not hearing it all the years after leaving the Army as I was proud to serve at a time that was considered very unfavorable by so many.” Isaacson worked in law enforcement – 32 years with the University of Missouri Police Department - after serving in the Army three years, including Vietnam service in 1968-69.
Chris Britton, who served as a Marine infantry platoon commander in Vietnam, said that when he returned home, he and a fellow Marine caught a cab to the Los Angeles airport. “It was rush hour on a hot, smoggy afternoon. The cab windows were open, and we were in uniform. As we crept along, we were told we ‘sucked’ by several motorists, mooned once and given the finger multiple times. Welcome home, Marines.”
That night, he got as far as Omaha en route to Des Moines and the next morning, still in uniform, he stopped for breakfast at the airport coffee shop. The waitress asked where he was coming from. He told her he was on his way home and she suggested the steak and eggs. "Best thing on the menu," she said.
“I took her advice. Breakfast was excellent. When I picked up the check to pay, it read, ‘On the house. Welcome home.’ It was good to be back in the Middle West.” Britton attended Fort Dodge schools through 10th grade and graduated from Central Webster in Burnside, then earned his law degree at Duke University before his Vietnam service. He is a retired attorney who lives in San Diego. He has published a book about Vietnam called “Paybacks” and has another in the works.
Jim O'Leary, a federal appellate judge for the Office of Medicare Hearings and Appeals in Cleveland, Ohio, served with the Fourth Infantry Division in the Central Highlands in 1969-70. When he came home, on Oct. 24, 1970, “the first thing I learned was people did not want to hear about the war. I got a job working nights in a mill. My co-workers were farmers working the same shift to get enough money to keep the farm and also get some health benefits. One of them was a WW II veteran and I worked the table with him. He was an honest to God WW II rifleman who fought his way across Europe and helped end the war. He was 19 at the time. Sometimes I would tell him about my experiences, but not often. He never really said "thanks" but made me realize that in America the war experience is almost universal and he completely understood what I had been through. His understanding was thanks enough.”
Loren Miller, whose Army service in Vietnam in 1967-68 included the Tet Offensive and who was a Bronze Star recipient, said that until the early 1990’s, he never talked with anyone about his Vietnam service “after the way we were treated when we returned. After opening up about it I finally got over it. But it was a good feeling that people really did care, and our sacrifices were not for nothing. I felt that I was fighting for everyone's right to freedom and choices whether I agreed with them or not.”
Miller served in the Army 20 years and retired 100 per cent disabled from Agent Orange-related heart and other problems. The Fort Dodge native, who was CEO of a computer services company in Sioux Falls, S.D., had an unusual venue for hearing his first thank you – the Army induction center in Sioux Falls in 2014 where the station commander swore in Tiffany Hein, granddaughter to Loren and his wife Jean Miller (Canavan), who also was born and raised in Fort Dodge. Tiffany is a twin to Tyler Hein who joined the Guard two years earlier. She is scheduled to deploy to Kuwait in November.
“The station commander congratulated me for my service and that was the first time I remember being thanked for my service,” he said. “That was a great moment, to see our grandchildren following my footsteps.”
Doug Meyer, a Vietnam-era Air Force veteran, does not recall getting a thank you for his service. “I do remember flying back and forth from Castle AFB to Fort Dodge at Christmas time. I would wear my uniform for the flight as that was what we were to do as a member of DOD and it just seemed like people were happy to see a man that was serving our country. They really didn't know what I did but just seeing that Air Force uniform was enough. I did get a little more respect just for having the uniform on.”
Jerry Thoma, who served two tours in Vietnam, including one as a “brown water sailor” on the rivers of Vietnam, kept his experiences to himself when he came home in 1967. His recalls his first thanks for his service coming decades later when he began wearing his Vietnam Veteran cap to Sunday Mass at Corpus Christi Church and would lay it in the pew. “People noticed it and thanked me for serving,” he said.
The Iraqi War helped make people “patriotic again,” and played a role in changed views toward Vietnam veterans’ service. Thoma served with the Webster County sheriff’s office for 27 years, the last 10 as chief deputy, and coordinated a law enforcement class at Iowa Central Community College for six years before retiring in 2009.
Mike Stitt, a family practice physician in Fort Dodge for 43 years before he retired, shared Thoma’s view that patriotism has had a renewal. “A few years back,” he said, ”they started often thanking veterans for their service at various sporting venues. These are generally not specifically aimed at Vietnam veterans.”
Stitt cannot recall any specific thanks for his Army service in Vietnam in 1969-70. He was battalion surgeon for 800 men, working out of the back of an armored personnel carrier, and then worked in the emergency room and later in anesthesia at the 67th Evac hospital in Qhin Hon. There, he said, “We used to go out to a leprosarium run by French nuns and helped care for the people with leprosy. Those nuns thanked us a lot for helping them but not specifically for helping in Vietnam. In his second year of Army service, he worked at Sandia Base Hospital in Albuquerque, New Mexico.
Stitt and his wife Carole, a nurse, served as physician and nurse on the first Honor Flight from Fort Dodge.
When the Brushy Creek Area Honor Flights were opened to Vietnam-era veterans last November, 420 applied to go on the trip from Fort Dodge to Washington to view the Vietnam, Korea and World War II memorials in the nation’s capital. Chairman Ron Newsum said that up until then, the flights carried only World War II and Korea veterans.
An Honor Flight in May included 40 Vietnam veterans and a flight scheduled for Sept. 17 will include 90 Vietnam veterans among the 150 veterans and 12 support staff who will fly from Fort Dodge Regional Airport to Washington. It is the first flight in which the majority of veterans aboard will be Vietnam veterans.
David Ray and Jerry Thoma are among those who will make the flight.
Said Ray: “I have visited three of the traveling Vietnam Memorial walls and was able to go to The Real Thing about 20 years ago for about 15 minutes. I have the locations of all of my friends on the wall, which happens to be six, even though the killed in action numbers while I was there in our company is a lot more than six.”
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In their wildest dreams, Conrad Laufersweiler, Mack Bruce and Robert Gunderson couldn’t have imagined the challenges that would beset the Fort Dodge funeral homes that still carry their names.
The dying separated from their families in their final hours. Viewings and services limited to no more than 10. No vocalists to sing a favorite hymn. Wearing of protective masks. Physical separation of seating. No hugs, no handshakes. No after-services luncheons. Services delayed from months to a year or more. Zooming and livestreaming of services.
No businesses have escaped the impact of the COVID-19 virus, but it created special challenges to the funeral home business – and more importantly, to the families of those who died over the past 20 months who turned to them in their hour of grief. The pandemic and the restrictions it caused for funeral services have been easing, but the business is forever changed.
All this is certainly true for the three funeral homes located in Fort Dodge – Laufersweiler- Sievers Funeral Home, founded in 1856 by Conrad Laufersweiler and the oldest family-owned funeral home in Iowa; Historic Bruce Funeral Home, founded by Byron Wilder in 1938 and taking its name when Mack Bruce took over Wilder’s interest and ran it from 1945 to 1972; and Gunderson Funeral Home, started in 1966 by Robert Gunderson after he worked seven years for Laufersweiler.
“For us, our normal started to unfold very quickly – from 50 people at a funeral and seemingly in a day or few days, 50 to 25 and 25 to a maximum of 10 allowed at a funeral,” said Phil Gunderson, who joined his father in the business in 1982 and worked with him until his death in 1989. “It was a dynamic change, trying to sort out what we needed to do and what we needed to have to help people at time of death.
“At first, people didn’t really understand. Only 10 people in the building, we distanced chairs to six feet apart. Funerals suddenly became very limited what options families could have…People stayed in cars and only a handful of immediate family at graveside. What was really the hardest thing was seeing those who went through that end of life alone. Dying alone, having to grieve alone, not having family come and gather, friends come and support like we have in the past. All those who have come to funerals, visitations through their whole lives, to support others, in their deaths or deaths of loved ones and never able to have that same support for themselves.”
Luke Laufersweiler, who with his brother, Mark, represents Laufersweiler’s fifth generation of family owners, recalled that in March 2020, “Nobody thought it would be this long. In April, services were private with 10 people. It was sacred to the immediate family, intimate and sacred, but it wasn’t normal, like what they wanted it to be. But we never took flak. That was a good part of it, we didn’t have any choice – people were super supportive, they knew we had rules, even if they were rules nobody wanted.”
Jamie Brundage, managing partner of Historic Bruce Funeral Home, which she has co-owned since 2019 with Jayme Lentz (who owns other funeral homes in Algona, Humboldt, Spirit Lake, West Bend, Mallard, Gilmore City, Burt and Livermore), said the most difficult period was at the beginning, as guidelines from the Iowa Funeral Directors Association “sometimes changed from hour to hour.”
“We didn’t see the crazy numbers like the hot spots such as New York, but we were still impacted,” Brundage said. “In the beginning, the biggest challenge was keeping up with the restrictions and guidelines which were sometimes changing on an hourly basis. Our biggest priority was to keep everyone safe while still allowing our families the opportunity to say goodbye to their loved one. It was very difficult in the beginning when only 10 people were allowed to be in our facility at one given time. Visitations were done by rotating small groups, with disinfecting in between. For the most part, families were very understanding.”
It was not long before the three Fort Dodge funeral homes turned to Zoom calls, video recording and livestreaming to reach a wider audience.
“We quickly became video people,” Luke Laufersweiler said. “We’re so much more used to it now, that it is part of almost every funeral. We also learned we need to videotape services. When there’s an Internet glitch and the livestream is interrupted, we would get a flood of calls immediately. The only good thing that has come from COVID is connections through technology. It fits perfectly into our mission. Our No. 1 job is to serve people…it just made us offer more to help families. Our mission is to serve, and I think it took it up a notch.”
“Technology became a huge factor in overcoming some of the restrictions,” Brundage said. “Livestreaming a service became an important option for families, and this is something I don’t see going away. Not every family wanted the service to be livestreamed, but a large majority did.We livestream from our Facebook page, but we’re looking into better options. Beyond COVID reasons, I think it’s more a convenience thing. There are some in families who live out of state that gives them an option. They can watch it a year from now.”.
Gunderson said his funeral home is doing more video memorials, “which for families have become more commonplace. Video streaming or recording – we offer that, most want it, but not everybody does. That’s been helpful, but it doesn’t replace being here and supporting people. That’s understandable. It’s one of those big adjustments in our culture.”
Among the first local funeral services to be livestreamed were those at Corpus Christi Catholic Church for retired Fort Dodge Police Chief Kevin Doty in April 2020, a month after the pandemic began. The streaming was handled for Gunderson by Rusty McNeil, TV/radio production coordinator for Iowa Central Community College, and several of his students.
COVID restrictions did not allow police officers who were part of the processional to attend in person, McNeil said. “I still remember seeing officers outside watching the service on their phones because they couldn’t be in attendance. I knew we had made a difference.”
Gunderson said that during the initial months of the pandemic, Iowa Central “filled a critical need in technology/Wi-Fi connectivity in offsite locations, including churches and venues.”
Regulations for funeral homes have eased – and as of today, there are no restrictions in place. Brundage said, “We leave it up to each individual if they want to wear a mask or not. We continue to have masks available for those who wish to wear one.
“I get a sense that people want to be back together, because they were denied that before, so I think if they are able to be here, and comfortable, they will be here.”
At the September 2021 funeral of Tim Flaherty, one of Fort Dodge’s best-known residents and longtime manager of the local Hy-Vee store, more than 3,000 attended his wake and about 1,100 were at Holy Trinity Catholic Church for his funeral Mass, said Mark Laufersweiler, one of his closest friends. The family requested that masks be worn, although not legally required, and almost all complied. The service was videotaped and livestreamed.
What will the “New Normal” look like for funeral services?
Today, funeral and memorial services are more like they were before the pandemic, Gunderson said, with a sense of caution and self-awareness by both funeral directors and those attending. “I envision that going forward, there will awareness of handwashing, sanitizer and distancing, and self-protection. Funerals and memorialization have purpose and value in recognizing celebration of a life lived and come to an end. It is the beginning of coping with grief at the time of loss.”
Said Brundage: “I don’t believe things will go back to the way they were. I think the changes in the funeral industry post-COVID will be the new normal and the added use of technology will continue to grow.”
Among the changes Gunderson envisions for the future: more people choosing cremation; shortened times of visitation at funeral homes and churches; more catering of lunches rather than church volunteers handling them.
“We are here to help people at the time of death and those initial days,” Gunderson said, “through those worst moments, and try to guide them so they can cope with and help them deal with their grief and loss and provide them their services to help them with their grief. The things we do here are not about us, but to have people put their trust in us to help them in their worst possible moments.”
By PAUL STEVENS
"Sunrise, sunset. Sunrise, sunset. Swiftly fly the years. One season following another, laden with happiness and tears."
Tevye the Milkman and his wife Golde sang this song at the wedding of their daughter in the iconic Broadway musical “Fiddler on the Roof” – but their haunting words of how fleeting is life could well apply to the Jewish community of Fort Dodge.
Sunrise for many Fort Dodge Jews came at the start of the 20th Century when they fled oppression in Czarist Russia to find a new home in the United States. Sunset came for their families several generations later when their children, those of the Baby Boom Generation, moved to larger cities and effectively ended a once-vibrant Jewish presence in the city.
Back in its day in the sun, Fort Dodge's Beth El Synagogue would be immersed in preparation for one of the holiest days of the Jewish calendar - Yom Kippur – which this year begins at sunset next Tuesday.
But the observance of atonement and repentance by the city's Jews in the blond brick building at 501 N. 12th Street – distinguished by a large Jewish star on its façade - ended more than two decades ago when their dwindling population prompted its sale to the First Presbyterian Church.
Today, the Jewish population in the city and area, while never more than about 60 families and 200 members at its height, has all but vanished.
But the beloved building that was their spiritual home for 52 years, until the sale in 2000, is very much alive. It was renamed by First Presbyterian as the Shalom (Peace) Center and remains vibrant, dedicated to God and to the service of youth and the community.
It’s where First Presbyterian, one of the city’s oldest congregations, holds religious classes for middle school and high school youth, where six different 12-step recovery programs sponsored by Alcoholics Anonymous and Narcotics Anonymous hold their meetings, where Spanish-language religious services are held Sunday mornings, according to one of its pastors, Chris Helton.
“It’s gotten a tremendous amount of use over the years,” Helton said.
Fay Kaye, daughter of two of the most influential members of the synagogue, Miriam and longtime Fort Dodge veterinarian Herb Jonas, reacted:
“I think everyone would agree that while it’s unfortunate that there is no longer a Jewish community in Fort Dodge,” she said, “it is nice to know that the building is being put to good use - be that for young people or others in the community seeking a place to gather for communal love and support. When I look at pictures of the building today it brings back warm memories and I am happy to see that our former synagogue is being well used and cared for.”
Kaye, who lives in Minneapolis, has vivid memories of the Jewish Day of Atonement, Yom Kippur:
“As a young girl, I remember walking down the sidewalk through deep, crisp fall leaves as we headed into the synagogue for the first of 2 services that day. Everyone would be dressed up in their nicest clothes. The service, which lasted for over 4 hours, seemed interminable to the young kids. We would sit for a while, but eventually we would quietly step out and play together under the big willow tree in the front of the synagogue. Yom Kippur is the holiest day on the Jewish calendar, so all the kids in the congregation missed school that day. Spending that day together, whether praying or playing, created a bond between us.
“The adults fasted for 25 hours on Yom Kippur. After an afternoon break, a second service went from late afternoon until sunset. The community all came together again for that evening service, but by this time the women of the congregation were busy in the basement kitchen preparing the Break-the-fast meal. Everyone could smell the coffee brewing and was eager to eat together. It was one of the community highlights each year.”
Sara Phillips Piatt, of Foster, Ky., recalled another Jewish holiday, the Purim Festival. Her family owned The Model Clothing, her father Bud Phillips was president of the National School Board during the 1960s and her grandfather David Lurie was on the board of the synagogue.
“I have many memories there. One of my favorites was the Purim Festival every spring. I would get to dress up as Queen Esther and wear a tiara. It was a joyous celebration of surviving the Persians.
“Purim is a Jewish holiday which commemorates the saving of the Jewish people from Haman, an official of the Achaemenid Empire who was planning to have all of Persia's Jewish subjects killed, as recounted in the Book of Esther. Haman was the royal vizier to Persian king Ahasuerus. Delicious pastries called Hamentaschen filled with poppy seed of fruit fillings were served. They were triangular shaped to represent Haman’s hat. I will say that as a child and even a teenager it was hard to sit on the seats in that building for any lengthy service. The seats were a pink very scratchy velvet fabric. I was frequently fidgety during services.”
Jewish immigrants, most of them from Russia, began arriving in Fort Dodge early in the 20th Century as they fled from tyranny and sought opportunities in the New World. By 1912 there were 20 families who formed a congregation and incorporated under the name Congregation Tifereth Israel (Splendor of Israel). For many years the congregation conducted religious services and classes in rented spaces. Just before it moved to the synagogue, services and classes were held in a space above Constantine’s Restaurant at 9th and Central. In the early 1940s, the congregation initiated a capital campaign that made this dream a reality. And in the summer of 1948 the congregation moved to its permanent home.
While the number of Jews who lived in Fort Dodge was never large, they had an inordinately major influence on the community, especially of business ownership in the retail and clothing sectors.
Among those businesses: The Hollywood Style Shop (Bess and Sid Haase), Lillian’s Dress Shop (the Monsein Family--David & Lillian), Fantles Department store (the Fantle Family), New Leader Clothing (the Mulmed Family—Morris and May and son David), Model Clothing (the David Lurie and Bud Phillips family), Diamond’s Clothing (the Diamond family Irv & Mildred, Jerry and Naida. They also had a store in Algona run by son Phil Diamond), Gralnek Motors (Joe and Ann Gralnek), The Bootery (Sam and Dorothy Swartz), AutoRama and then Champion Auto Store (Irv (Duke) and Fran Ducoffe), PhilSco Employment Agency (Irv (Duke) and Fran Ducoffe), Fort Dodge Fruit and Grocery (managed by Fred and Dorothy Kotok), City Realty (Fred and Dorothy Kotok), Fort Dodge Iron and Metal (Irv and Shelia Robinson), National Auto Parts Store (Charles Rotman and wives Nina and Flora), Larson Clothing (Aaron & Rose Glazer and his second wife Blanche), Home Furnishing (Morey Goldstein), The Fabric Shop (Fred and Judy Baron), Haase Photography (Howard Haase and MaryAnn Haase, who was of the Catholic faith), East Lawn Animal Hospital (Herbert and Miriam Jonas). In Webster City, there were Brin’s Furniture (Harry and Ann Brin) and Silverstein Scrap Metal (the Mike and Ben Silverstein families).
Beyond commercial businesses, those contributions also included:
The Jerry Rabiner Boy’s Ranch west of the city, which was established in 1961 in memory of their son by Louis and Lee Rabiner, successful Fort Dodge realtors, in association with the Iowa State Police Association. It was a treatment center for “troubled boys” and did much good for the area until it closed in 2019.
A spring dinner-dance gala at such locations as the Hotel Warden and the Fort Dodge Country Club sponsored by the Beth El Sisterhood as a means of contributing financial support to the synagogue. For many years it was a must-attend event among business and community leaders of Fort Dodge. The women of Beth El prepared traditional Jewish foods, such as handmade cheese blintzes and other Jewish delicacies for the event.
The synagogue was a magnet for Jews in the region: “In the 50s, 60s, 70s,” recalled David Kotok of Omaha, who grew up in Fort Dodge, “the synagogue served as a regional gathering of Jews for Rosh Hashana and Yom Kippur from Webster City, Algona, Emmetsburg, Storm Lake and elsewhere that swelled the congregation to over 100.”
The congregation was very involved in the Fort Dodge ministerial association, said Michael Libbie, a Des Moines-area radio host who once served as president of Friendship Haven. “Leaders thought it very important that the Jewish community was represented. It offered a different flavor. Jews, we look at things a little differently.”
On the national level, Jews from Fort Dodge made their mark. Rose Blumkin, a first-generation immigrant, moved from Fort Dodge to Omaha, founded Nebraska Furniture Mart in 1937 and owned it until Warren Buffet purchased a 90 percent share in 1983. Samuel Arkoff, born to Russian Jewish parents, turned to Hollywood as a movie producer and produced low-budget movies - “I Was a Teen-age Werewolf” and “Muscle Beach Party” were two - from the 1960s into the ‘80s. Libbie Hyman, valedictorian of the Fort Dodge Senior Class of 1905, became a world-renowned zoologist and between 1940 and 1967, published a six-volume treatise as well as 90 articles, despite struggling with Parkinson’s Disease, that are still in use today.
The membership of Beth El dwindled to fewer than a dozen people before the decision was made to close the synagogue and sell it to First Presbyterian. There had been no resident rabbi since the death of Sam Levi in 1983. Laymen and an occasional visiting rabbi led services since then. “Our younger people have settled in bigger cities rather than returning to Fort Dodge,” said Irvin Robinson, long-standing member of Beth El, at the time. “The same thing is happening all over the country.” Many of the Jewish businesses – a number of them on Central Avenue - were hurt badly when the Crossroads Shopping Center opened in Fort Dodge in the 1960s.
First Presbyterian purchased the synagogue and rabbi’s home, and soon removed the home for a parking lot. The ark in the synagogue containing two torah scrolls, artifacts and other religious items were removed and given to synagogues in St. Paul and Des Moines and to a Jewish youth camp in Des Moines. Today, a display of items once in Beth El Synagogue can be seen at the Iowa Jewish Historical Society Museum in Waukee.
Michael Libbie said one of the torah scrolls from Beth El is now housed at the Adas Israel Synagogue in Mason City.
Once quite active at Beth El, Libbie has made the 120-mile drive to Mason City once a month from his home in Windsor Heights for 36 years to lead services for about a dozen families at the synagogue, formed in 1941 and one of Iowa’s last small-town synagogues. The Mason City and Fort Dodge synagogues were both designed by architect Stanley Griffith of Fort Dodge. Anywhere from 8 to 30 people attend services – and they come from all different religious backgrounds.
When a synagogue closes, “there’s absolutely tons of loss” to a community, Libbie said. “Even if there’s just one Jewish family, there needs to be a Jewish presence that signifies that there is something besides white, Anglo-Saxon Protestants living in a community.”
Michael Pill, an attorney in Northampton, Mass., who grew up in Fort Dodge, has taken great interest in the journey of his own family. His maternal grandfather David Isaac Lurie ("Popie") left Czarist Russia at the age of 15, got off the train in Fort Dodge in November 1909 and went to work in his brother Louie Lurie's clothing store.
“I will say that Fort Dodge was a haven, a gateway to America for the Jewish families,” Pill said. “My grandfather David "Popie" Lurie was very proud when he was elected president of the Kiwanis Club, and that his son-in-law Bud Phillips was president of the public school board. Popie was always struck by the fact that he had immigrated to a country where Jews could own land, go to secular schools, become licensed professionals, and participate in political and civic life. None of that was possible in the Russian Empire.
“Today's immigrants from Latin America may be fleeing from different killers, but the nature of the horrors are the same. Like today's Latin American refugees, no one knew what awaited Fort Dodge's Jewish immigrants in America, but they knew it could not be worse than what they left behind.
“Perhaps the best fact about the synagogue in Fort Dodge was simply that it could exist. We all could go to services, social events and Sunday school there without having to worry that Cossacks or local villagers would burn it down with us inside. For us, America was "Goldineh Medina" ("Golden Land").”
By: Paul Stevens
When Victor Gordon left Fort Dodge for Stanford University in 1969, months after leading the Dodgers to their first and only state baseball championship, his intention was to study law with an eye toward politics and to continue his baseball career at the college level – and maybe beyond.
But life, to quote John Lennon, “is what happens to you while you’re busy making other plans.”
For Gordon, life today does not involve the law, politics or baseball. All fell by the wayside when in the fall of his junior year at Stanford, he attended a Young Life training conference. The mission of Young Life is to introduce young people to Jesus Christ and help them grow in their faith; Gordon had helped start a chapter in Fort Dodge.
“I had never considered being a pastor, but before the weekend was over, there was nothing else I could do with my life,” he said. “God made it crystal clear – there was only one thing I wanted to do. I wanted to be a pastor. I think the Lord called me. I never doubted since that day, that it would be my calling in life.
“Rev. Earl Palmer, then pastor of First Presbyterian of Berkeley, was a speaker at that weekend, which seems so long ago and yet, to me, as if it was yesterday. Palmer’s style and model of ministry attracted me, and the Lord used him to call me into the pastorate. Shortly after that milestone weekend, I made an appointment with Palmer in his office at Berkeley. I am sure he has long since forgotten our meeting, but what he said marked me forever. After I shared my story, he affirmed God’s work in my life and offered this piece of counsel: ‘A pastor has to love two things. He has to love to study and he has to love people.’”
After graduation from Stanford in 1973 and marriage to Sue Sjurson, Gordon enrolled that fall at Fuller Theological Seminary in Pasadena, California, and was ordained a minister in the American Baptist Association after earning his master of divinity in 1975. His ordination took place at First Baptist Church in Fort Dodge with Pastor Vernon Pearson leading the services. Four years later, he earned his doctor of philosophy at Fuller. Gordon’s 45-year pastoral career includes work as campus pastor and professor of biblical studies and theology at the University of Sioux Falls and at Wheaton College in Illinois, and pastorships at First Baptist Church in Wichita, Beachpoint Church of Huntington Beach, California, and Kenwood Baptist Church in Cincinnati.
In 2013, Gordon returned to Wichita where he is founder, president and lead theologian for the non-profit Gospel Depth. He is an elder pastor of City Life Church, which merged four years ago with the First Baptist Church he had headed from 1988-2000.
“Gospel Depth was started several years ago to facilitate a capstone chapter in my ministry,” he said, “an attempt to devote all my time, energy and effort to being a theologian to and for the church. My focus now is on addressing the problem identified by both John Stott and J.I. Packer: ‘The American church is a mile wide and an inch deep’. The Lord has richly blessed the early years of this ministry. I'm certainly working ‘full-time’ with more to do than I can accomplish! My time is filled with preaching and teaching, working with churches, pastors, leadership teams and congregational leaders, researching and writing on important theological topics for the contemporary church, and serving as a theologian to the church in Haiti.”
Gordon takes particular pride in its work in Haiti, which he calls “one of the neediest places on earth. One of the most important roles Gospel Depth plays in Haiti is to work with the Christian University of Northern Haiti (the leading Christian College in Haiti) and the seminary it houses. We are hard at work encouraging, developing, mentoring and teaching the gifted young leaders at the university and the churches so the Lord can use them to build up the church and impact Haiti powerfully with the Gospel and the Kingdom.” Gordon said he has made 1 to 5 trips to Haiti over each of the past 30 years; he returned from his most recent trip in February.
Sports were a big part of the growing-up years in Fort Dodge of Gordon and his younger brother Wayne, who were the sons of Lyle and Deleina Gordon. Their house on Avenue E in west Fort Dodge was across the street from Lutheran Hospital (now Trinity Regional Medical Center) and just up the hill from the Chicago Northwestern railroad yards where their father worked as a yard clerk. Their mother was the first Welcome Wagon hostess for Fort Dodge and later worked fulltime for Ridgewood Lanes until she was 85. Vic graduated from FDSH in 1969 and Wayne in 1971.
Rev. Wayne Gordon is also a pastor – founding the Lawndale Community Church on Chicago’s Westside after graduating from Wheaton College – where he played football all four years - and Northern Baptist Theological Seminary. He received his Doctor of Ministry degree from Eastern Baptist Theological Seminary. He has played a key role over four decades in community development of an area once among the 15th poorest neighborhoods in the nation when he arrived there in 1975.
Victor said, “He has a much more spectacular ministry than mine. We are pretty close.” Wayne said, “Vic is a wonderful person and I am so blessed to have him as a brother.”
The leadership that Gordon has displayed in his years in the ministry were on display in his early years in Fort Dodge. On the gridiron, he was the Dodgers’ quarterback under Coach Roger Higgins his sophomore and junior seasons before missing most of his senior season because of an injury. On the baseball diamond, he was one of the first freshman to play varsity for the legendary Dodger baseball coach Ed McNeil – playing first base his freshman year and then catcher for his next three seasons. He was among three senior starters – with Bruce Edmundson and Dave Markley - on the 1969 Dodger team that won the state championship and was named first-team All-State.
Tom Walters pitched the championship game in Ames, striking out 11 in an 8-4 victory over Cedar Rapids Kennedy. Gordon led the Dodgers in their three state tournament games, batting .500 with two home runs and four RBI. “Vic basically willed us. He was a senior, a captain and our catcher,” said Steve Arnold, then a sophomore. “He was the guy, and everyone knew it.”
Another senior-class teammate, Andy Wiles, said: “He was a true leader all through his junior high and high school years in all he did. You could tell he would be successful in no matter which career path he took. The ministry work was his calling.” (Other seniors on that team were Jim Porter, Brian Spore, Dave Tuttle and Sam Boutchee.)
McNeil, who died in 1991, played a major role in his life, Gordon said.
“Ed – he was an amazing coach,” he said. “I learned so much from him. Way beyond baseball. His big care, he wanted to coach guys to become people of character – never quit, work hard, do your best, always play by the rules, no show(boating), always concentrate and buckle down. Strict disciplinarian. He was a very strong Christian and got involved in the Fellowship of Christian Athletes and became FCA Man of the Year in Iowa. He was a hard disciplinarian. He told me later, ‘I have never been harder on a player than I was on you.’ He yelled at me a lot. I sometimes tried to get by with what I could. Everything he said to me, I needed.”
Earlier in the season, when the Dodgers lost badly on the road at Waterloo East, Gordon recalled, “He was not happy. He chewed the whole team out. He thought we had potential, he just reamed us out. The seniors in the back of the bus said, ‘We’re committed, we want to win the state championship’ and said to him, ‘When we get back to Fort Dodge after we win state, can we shag the drag?’ ‘Are you crazy?,’ Ed responded. ‘If you win the state championship, you can shag the drag.’ That very night we came home from Ames with the victory, we shagged the drag in the team bus with Ed in the front seat.”
Gordon was the first member of his family to attend college when he earned an academic scholarship to Stanford. “I thought it offered the best academic/baseball combination I could find. I played baseball there for a year but after that I determined I wasn’t going to make the major leagues and playing baseball took too much time and energy during the season - and in the summer where you were expected to play semi-pro.”
So after baseball had played a major role in most of his young life, Gordon walked away from the sport with the intent to become an attorney and a politician, until that night at a Young Life conference in Santa Cruz when he decided he would become a minister. He was active in Fellowship of Christian Athletes in Fort Dodge and helped establish the Fort Dodge Young Life program in the summer between his sophomore and junior years.
When he came back home for Christmas in 1971 and attended a Young Life meeting, he met the woman who would become his wife – Sue Sjurson, who was two years behind him in high school. He had coached both of her brothers in the summer baseball program. She was attending Iowa State University when Gordon graduated from Stanford and they were married July 28, 1973. The day after they were married, they rented a U-Haul to head to Pasadena where Gordon started classes at Fuller Seminary. (Sue later completed her teaching degree at the University of Sioux Falls; she taught elementary school in Wichita and California.)
Today, there are parents of four children: Joshua Gordon, a fireman and sound engineer in Wichita, married to Linette; Nathan Gordon, an entrepreneur who co-founded SANS Meal Bar in the Los Angeles area; Jonathan Gordon, associate pastor in the City Life church in Wichita, married to Becca, and Joy Gordon Wilde, a public-school principal in the Greater Boston area, married to Dan. Victor and Sue have seven grandchildren ranging in age from 1 to 9. Both of Victor’s parents are deceased, as is Sue’s father, Paul Sjurson. Her mother Marian is 92 and lives in a retirement facility in Wichita.
Gordon learned to play handball at the Fort Dodge YMCA and still plays today. Seven years ago, just after starting his Gospel Depth ministry, he suffered a major heart attack while in Wichita. “I had what they call a widow maker – 100 percent blockage. There were no warning signs, it just hit me. It felt like a really strong hand trying to squeeze the life out of my heart, while someone else was stabbing it with a butcher knife trying to take my heart out. I have friends who tell me that if this guy – cardiologist Dr. Assem Farhat – had not been on call that night, I wouldn’t have lived. We’re friends now.”
Gordon, who turns 70 in about three months, plans to continue to grow Gospel Depth. “It’s in my wheelhouse. All through my career, I’ve felt the best thing I could do is to bring depth to theology. The truth of the Christian church is what helps transform people.”
By PAUL STEVENS
One of the most successful and sustained fund-raising events in Fort Dodge’s history got its start four decades ago in the living rooms of two couples who put their heads together to find a way to raise money to benefit Catholic education in the city.
One of them, Elaine Huss, happened to be a graduate of Sioux City Heelan High School and suggested an event like one held there, called the Friends of Heelan Ball – a semi-formal dance and dinner.
When the idea was presented by Elaine and her husband Denny Huss and their friends Connie and John Bruner, it ran into skeptics. “You ain’t gonna make any money out of a dance,” Denny Huss recalled several telling them. “It was all new to us. We didn’t know if we’d lose money, break even or make anything. We had more committees than you could shake a stick at, so we figured if just the committees came, we’d be OK.”
But they got the green light to press forward and after meeting Thursday nights for the next year, the first Friends of St. Edmond Ball was held April 28, 1984, at the Starlight Village with the Irv Reutzel Orchestra and a band performing. Far more than just committee members showed up - 1,500 people attended, with a charge of $25 a couple, and it netted $35,000.
To date, the first 39 balls – including two held on Facebook Live in 2020 and 2021 because of covid restrictions – have netted $7,271,150 – for the benefit of St. Edmond Catholic School from 3-year-old pre-school through 12th grade.
The success brings much satisfaction to Connie Bruner, who said, “All of us had a great appreciation for the outstanding education our children were receiving there. It was time to give back to support any needs St. Edmond could use. We prepped for months with the school’s approval and the help of so many people. It has been an honor to serve such a worthy cause. It really seemed to be a very grand thing to have the whole community come out and support something like that.”
Tonight, the 40th annual Friends of St. Edmond Ball will be held at the Best Western Starlight Village and at its outset, the four founders will be honored – two of them posthumously: Elaine Huss died in 2021 and John Bruner died last August. This year’s co-chairs are Elliot and Ashley Doster and Jeremiah and Erin Rossmanith, continuing the tradition of two couples serving as chairs.
“This year we will be having a slide show of the past ball chairs and other pictures and will present Denny and Connie with plaques for ‘planting the seeds’ of the ball,” said Susan Laufersweiler, development director for St. Edmond Catholic School. “Our theme is ‘Roots to come back to, Reasons to stay’. We also will have a tree decorated with an ornament depicting each of the Ball themes from 1 - 40.”
The ball has special meaning for Susan, who is married to Mark Laufersweiler, owner with his brother Luke of Laufersweiler-Sievers Funeral Home.
“The first ball that I attended was actually my first date with Mark,” she said. “It was 1999, I was 21 and he invited me to go with him. He was out of school, and I was still in college at Loras. I just drove home for the night. We got married in June of 2002 at Corpus Christi Church.”
Susan’s parents, Alyce and Mick Flaherty, were among couples who attended all 39 of the balls. Susan was six years old when they attended the inaugural ball. Her mother Alyce Flaherty died this past Jan. 31 but Mick plans to be there.
Another couple with perfect attendance is Connie and Tom Miklo – attending the first nine balls as guests before Tom became St. Edmond development director, serving from 1993-2021. He had succeeded Frank Dwyer, the first St. Edmond development director, whose duties included organizational and financial oversight of the ball – a role continued by Miklo and now by Laufersweiler.
Miklo said benefits from the ball extend beyond the city’s Catholic schools:
“The non-monetary benefits are the simple coming together of the community as a whole. Fort Dodge is not a big city and like any city has its challenges, but people are remarkably generous of time, talent and treasure. St. Edmond is a vital draw for the workforce as having a second option to public education - attractive to many job applicants/candidates - and the Fort Dodge employers and Greater Growth Alliance recognize this.
“Both Iowa Central Community College and the Fort Dodge Public Schools have also been supporters, which has always been impressive to me. The car dealers should also be recognized for their part. They certainly don’t have to be as involved as they are, but they have been incredibly generous and easy to work with over the years, even knowing that only one dealership will get the sale.”
A car raffle has been part of the event since 1992 when it was proposed by then-St. Edmond Development Board Chairman Richard Stark. Today, the dealers that take part are Shimkat Motors, Fort Dodge Ford-Lincoln-Toyota and Kemna Auto.
“That same year, Richard also suggested having a golf outing the day prior to the ball, not so much as a fund raiser but a ‘friend’ raiser,” Miklo said. “This event continues annually also, and despite some years of cold weather, it was only cancelled once, because of six inches of snow the day before. It was moved to one week later and we played under 75-degree sunshine. You gotta love Iowa weather!”
Another means of raising money are silent and public auctions. A silent auction began in the mid-1990s when a gemstone company offered loose stones on a consignment basis; they would be offered at a price more than what was paid for them. The next year, Miklo said, “I figured we would do better with local jewelry rather than loose stones and made a consignment deal with Kirkberg Jewelry, who offered rings, necklaces, watches, etc. on the same consignment basis. Soon other retailers started to donate to the silent auction as well. Within a year or two we realized that we had the opportunity to offer bigger items and experiences that could do really well if they were auctioned live. I contacted local auctioneer Keith Dencklau who provided his services for free. I think we have been doing the live auction for 30-35 years approximately, obviously discounting the two covid online events, and Keith has been there for them all.”
A Tuition Raffle followed where for $10 one could purchase a chance on winning $1,000 of Saint Edmond Tuition; there are two winners. The ball held a “heads or tails” game for a number of years, has had wine and whiskey pulls (raffles) and a champagne glass/diamond raffle one year.
In the “friend raising” category, an alumni basketball tournament was begun around 2015. Participants are charged $25 to play in the tournament and all proceeds go to the St. Edmond girls and boys basketball teams.
This year, Laufersweiler said, there will be a “Wall of Money” where patrons can choose from envelopes displayed from $1 - $100 and donate that amount of money; the goal is to clear the wall. Organizers have added a “Spoil our Staff” raffle this year in which families can buy a $10 chance for a teacher of their choice to win a getaway to Minnesota complete with an excursion and dinner out and a free day off from work.
Donations are also received from a mailing to more than 7,000 - about 4,200 of whom are alumni of St. Edmond High School.
Miklo said that funds from the balls originally were used for "extras" or non-budgeted needs of the school as determined by the staff, administration and ball chairs.
“For example, the new bleachers in the gymnasium were a ball-funded purchase,” he said. “A lot of building improvements came from ball funds. Eventually the funds raised got to be significant and we felt assured that we could raise a set amount annually that it made sense to stop guessing about needs and just include ball funds in the budget. This helped budgeting a great deal and also assured that the true needs of the school were met. Some years the ball raised more than budgeted and then the administration was free to look at ‘extras’. Also, we found that if a cause like religion books or science chairs was added as a separate need, it could become part of the auction for those specific purposes.”
Laufersweiler added, “All the money raised at the ball goes toward the operating budget. Some years there will be a fund-a-need auction item that will help a specific area. For instance, funds were raised for new science tables and chairs at two different balls a few years ago. Last year and this year, we are raising funds for new religion books.”
One of the more memorable events from past balls happened 10 years ago, when at the 2013 ball, Neven Conrad surprised Cari Lawler by asking her to marry him in front of both their families and the entire audience in the Starlight ballroom. Fortunately, he said, she said yes.
“Tom Miklo put up a PowerPoint slide that announced Cari as the winner of some sort of scholarship and asked her to come forward,” Conrad recalled. “Then he flipped to a slide that said, ‘Cari Lawler, will you marry me?’ I came up behind her and went down on a knee with an engagement ring in hand. We were in a room full of people she knew – her parents and grandparents included – and lots of our friends, so that greatly reduced the chances she would say no. She still chastises me to this day for doing it in front of all those people.”
Cari and Neven – both St. Edmond graduates - were married later that year at Corpus Christi Church and today are parents of five children. She is director of assisted living at Friendship Haven and he operates a law practice in Fort Dodge, and also serves as Humboldt County Magistrate.
Monsignor Kevin McCoy, pastor of Holy Trinity Parish, said that in his 15 years of ministry in Webster County, “I’ve witnessed how true is the theme of this year’s St. Edmond Ball ‘Roots to come back to, reasons to stay.’
“Every year I’ve encountered numerous alumni at this annual event who are proud of their roots in the intellectual and spiritual formation St. Edmond has afforded them. Their loyalty and their financial support make them the most loyal fan base for which our young Gaels could ever hope. The many Friends of St. Edmond enable our school to continue to offer a quality Christ-centered learning experience. These Friends are one of the many reasons that so many choose to stay invested in our mission of Catholic Education which provides a true richness to our Webster County civic community. Go Gaels.”
By PAUL STEVENS
Sarah Diehl was just 2 ½ years old when she sang solo before an audience for the first time – standing next to her mother and taking the lead for “Jesus Loves Me” at the First Assembly of God Church in Fort Dodge. No one in the congregation that day could have predicted how far her passion for music would take her.
She had the music in her – and 40 years later, it’s still going strong.
She is entering her 11th season with the Lyric Opera of Chicago, one of the nation’s most prestigious opera companies. Married and now known as Sarah Hatten, she serves as the opera’s wigmaster and makeup designer.
“All my music roots, all my theater roots got started in Fort Dodge,” she said. “Coming from a smaller town, I’ve been blessed to work with world-renowned signers and designers and directors. It’s something I can get jaded by. I often have to step back and be thankful for that.”
Her success has not been easy or by accident. It took a passion to succeed, paying her dues, working at venues throughout the nation including the Des Moines Metro Opera, Michigan Opera Theatre, Columbus Opera, Toledo Opera, the Cabrillo Music Festival in Santa Cruz, Calif, and the University of Cincinnati College-Conservatory of Music. She has also worked at the Glimmerglass Festival in Cooperstown, N.Y., and the major opera companies of Los Angeles, Omaha, Cleveland, Sarasota, and Central City (Colo.), as well as Wisconsin’s American Players Theatre and, in Los Angeles, the Pantages Theatre and the Geffen Playhouse.
“I traveled for a very long time,” Hatten said. “I was traveling two thirds of the year. Having an almost fulltime job doing what I do now is rare. When the Chicago opening came up, six people sent me the posting including my best friend and my husband.”
Hatten and her husband Brett were married in 2007 and moved to Chicago in 2011 when she was selected to fill the Lyric Opera’s Marlys Beider Wigmaster and Makeup Designer Endowed Chair. She and Brett and their children Lillian, 7, and Owen, 5, live in suburban Naperville, where they moved a year ago from Chicago’s South Side. Brett is customer success specialist with MongoDB. They met in Ohio, through a dating website, when Sarah did a year of graduate school at the University of Cincinnati College-Conservatory of Music.
Her 11 years in Chicago are the longest she has lived anywhere since Fort Dodge – where she was born in 1980, a year after her parents Jim and Ellen Diehl moved to the city when her father was hired as respiratory therapist at Trinity Regional Hospital.
Jim Diehl grew up in Albert City and Ellen Heydon on a farm near Coon Rapids and met when they attended Westmar College in Le Mars. “I was starting a Christian music group and he auditioned,” Ellen Diehl said. “We were married the summer before our senior year.”
Theirs was a musical family, Jim and Ellen singing solo and duet. Sarah was joined by her brother Evan and her sister Melinda. “All of us would sing as a family in different churches, weddings and other venues around the city,” Ellen said. “All of the kids were involved in the high school musicals.” Evan had the lead role in the FDSH production of “The Music Man.”
“My parents were some of the biggest influences on my career,” Hatten said, “initiating my love of music and singing. We were always performing in church, around the community. Without that I wouldn’t have had such a passion for it, it probably would have started later.”
Ellen Diehl served as executive director of the Fort Dodge Area Chamber of Commerce from 1992 to 2002. Jim took a respiratory therapist position at Mary Greeley Hospital in Ames and commuted there from Fort Dodge, before they moved to Ankeny in 2005. She served with the Des Moines Metro Opera for seven years. Both are now retired. Their son Dr. Evan Diehl lives in Iowa City and works in internal medicine at UnityPoint Health – St. Luke’s Hospital in Cedar Rapids and their daughter Melinda (Sanchez) is in social work in the Des Moines area.
Growing up in Fort Dodge, Hatten said, “We were largely involved in our church, First Assembly of God. It took a lot of our time. But a lot of my growing up really involved music lessons, productions and choir. I got my first job at age 14 at Bloomers coffee shop. I worked there for a couple years and then went to JCPenney’s and then Target.”
At Fort Dodge Senior High, Sarah took part all four years in the school’s annual musical – her first three years when it was directed by Larry Mitchell until he retired in 1997 and in her senior year when it was directed by Gary Rock, now deceased.
Hatten said Mitchell and Rock played large roles in her love of music. “Larry was more focused on theatrical and musical theater,” she said, “and Gary more in the classical music sense. That’s when I segued to soloist stuff. I found my voice lent itself more to opera.”
“She had a beautiful voice, she was a really good musician,” recalled Mitchell.
She also was involved in concerts, vocal competition and took voice lessons (from Rosalind Lind) throughout high school. “My interest in working backstage came from all of the school productions, community shows and church productions that I was involved with growing up.”
Simpson College in Indianola was attractive to Hatten because of its strong classical opera program. The director of its music program, Robert Larsen, also was director of the Des Moines Metro Opera – and that tie was fortuitous for Hatten.
“I decided to go to Simpson because I was interested in the music camp that they did during the summer for high schoolers,” she said. “It was more classically driven. It was my first exposure to opera, and I fell in love. I went to music camp all four years of high school in the summer, even after I got accepted to school. The benefit of going to a smaller school is that you get exposure to everything.
“Though I always loved the hair and makeup element of getting ready for a show, that wasn’t something I’d even thought of doing until I met my mentor Joanne Weaver at Des Moines Metro Opera. She’s the one who gave me my first internship.”
The summer after her first year at Simpson, Hatten was a props artisan at the Des Moines Metro Opera and met Weaver, who introduced her to the idea that hair and makeup design could be a career.
“I had a lot of interest in doing hair and makeup, and like many students I was frustrated in the progress my voice was making and a singing career,” Hatten said. “So, I then took an internship with Sarasota Opera and continued to work for Joanne Weaver there. This career clicked right away for me, and while I finished my degree, I switched from a Bachelor of Music to a Bachelor of Art with a music focus, and I started working in hair and makeup right after school, with very heavy focuses and most of my work in opera.”
Hatten, 41, said she learned on the job – “I didn’t go to cosmetology school, I just worked my way from the bottom to the top, and there’s so much that you can’t learn in a school or class setting. Like any job or trade, there are instances to the rule that are going to bend and unique things you can’t prepare for. Our department is comprised of a mix of skills: some are licensed cosmetologists, some make-up artists, and we teach them how to put wigs on. To work in the shop, it does require the skill of being able to build wigs and style them, but hair cutting and color requires licensed training. In terms of running a show start to finish, you don’t need licenses as much as you need experience.
“Doing hair and makeup gives a different viewpoint - regionally, you work more with the singers, living with them and working with them, and it’s more intimate. As a former performance singer, I understand the anxiety of singing on stage and am able to be sensitive to a singer’s needs before they head on stage, and of course, everyone has a different process. Generally speaking, you’re among the first people that a singer sees when they come off stage, along with the dresser...whatever is happening onstage with the singer, you’re the first person to come in contact with that - you learn to go with the flow and keep the show going. When hiring crew members that is almost more important than their skill set. You can learn what goes on with a show, but you can’t teach personality.”
In July, Hatten and her assistant, department coordinator Allison Burkholder, and their staff will begin preparing for the 2022-23 Lyric season – a season that begins Sept. 9 with “Ernani” and includes performances of “Fiddler on the Roof” and “West Side Story.”
“The first performance will be in September, so we will be making wigs and getting them styled,” she said.
“I think I have realized that my favorite part of the job is the process, the collaboration, problem-solving, especially in new productions, conversations with the costume designer and director. It’s a collaborative process, there’s a creative element, seeing it going from something on paper to onstage is incredible.”
By PAUL STEVENS
For more than a century, the three-story YWCA building in downtown Fort Dodge has been a haven for women of the community – a place to live, a place to grow, a place to get a good meal and today, a place to cope with drug and alcohol addiction.
Few brick-and-mortar structures mean more to the city and its people than this building at 826 1st Avenue North – a building that many pass by daily with little knowledge of its rich history or of its current mission of service to women and their families in need.
“We absolutely love our building,” said Nici George, the YWCA executive director who oversees a staff of 21 fulltime and parttime employees. “It’s so beautiful, with old architecture that we love. With the old comes a lot of repairs. I love to tell people our staff of women are the electricians, the plumbers, the carpenters, ready to handle most anything to help keep costs down. We can call it a money pit sometimes.
“We’re a block away from the bus system and most clients don’t have transportation. Our nurse Carolyn Milburn is so artistic and works at adding art, to make this old building as comfortable as we can for people who often don’t come from the best places.
“While old, this building has saved many lives and provided shelter for hundreds. We have been able to maintain some of the original work, and value the beauty it has provided. Many women come to the Y from unsafe homes; this building allows for women to feel safe in their surroundings and provides a temporary home until they are able to become independent.”
The Young Woman's Christian Association was formed nationally in 1858 and came to Fort Dodge in 1909, with Mrs. John P. Dolliver serving as its first president. Property on the corner of First Avenue North and Ninth Street was purchased and became the home of the YWCA. It took just four years for the mortgage on the building to be paid – an event celebrating the “burning of the mortgage” was held on Jan. 21, 1913, with Dr. Sarah Kime in charge of the ceremony.
Initially, the building was designed to house permanent residents or those passing through in dorm-style private housing on the second floor. Residents shared kitchen, laundry, bath and lounge space. The building also included club rooms and a gymnasium with showers. Thirty-six rooms were available for rent by women, many who came into the community for education and employment.
According to a history of the YWCA, there were 126 women enrolled in YWCA programs in 1912-13. By 1930, the membership totaled 700 women. From 1915 to 1943, the YWCA Cafeteria served three meals daily – provided for transient women and those living at the Y. Opening its doors to others, the cafeteria continued serving meals until 1961. During its peak of operation, the YWCA Cafeteria was recognized as a social center for motorists and the traveling public.
There is still a cafeteria and gymnasium in the building. Once, both were open to the public: the gym used to be the site of an exercise program and community dances, as well a dance program.
Rosemary Kolacia of Fort Dodge recalls when Y-Teen dances were held at the YWCA every Monday evening for 7th, 8th and 9th graders.
“The stores downtown were open on Monday nights so the city buses would still be running,” said the 1961 Fort Dodge Senior High graduate. “They would play records and we would dance…We tried to dance like they did on American Bandstand. Rock and roll was here to stay so we would do the jitterbug and always had the slow dances too. It was a wonderful time to be young. In February they would have a sweetheart dance and elect a King and Queen and a court all from the 9th graders.”
In the basement today are the childcare area, exercise room, a library and a donation room – the latter needed because many of the residents come to the Y from hospitals or jails and have need of clothing.
Early classes and clubs involved “working girls.” The YWCA began the Fort Dodge Business and Professional Women's Club, the Fort Dodge Business Girl's Club, and the Young Adult Club. The women's movement saw great participation by the Girl Reserves in Fort Dodge, and most notably the Black Girl Reserves. From their inception, YWCA programs have been designed to be visionary -- encouraging every woman and girl to perform at her maximum level to achieve self-sufficiency, maintain healthy habits, empower herself and work toward resolving racial justice issues.
From its role as an apartment transition program for women, the YWCA transitioned into a homeless shelter, George said, then in 2008 into a halfway house for women with drug and alcohol problems. In 2014, it became a residential-only substance abuse center for women and their children.
George said that today, there are 26 women in the Y’s Center for Life Empowerment, a state-licensed substance abuse treatment facility that provides clinically managed residential treatment for women and women with children. The center, which has a capacity of 35 rooms, also provides outpatient care for about 20 men and women, a program George hopes to grow.
“We’re a 90-day program,” she said, “but we like for our residents to stay longer, 4-6 months if not longer. A quarter of our residents are here under court order. The majority are recommended here by Health and Human Services workers.”
The Fort Dodge facility serves all 99 counties in Iowa and is one of only five residential treatment centers in the state that allow children to live with their mothers. There are 11 children who currently live with their mothers at the YWCA (the maximum age to stay there is 13). Education programs are held in the basement of the building, and those children of school age attend local schools. Seven of the women residents are pregnant, George said.
“We actually have a counselor who came here who got sober here and had a baby while she was here, and now she’s a substance use disorder counselor,” George said.
George said 13 of her staff of 21 are in recovery, working their own program. “They identify with our residents in recovery – each day making sure the residents remain sober. Some are heavily involved in the Alcoholics Anonymous and Narcotics Anonymous programs.
George said: “We measure our success rates by successful completions of treatment. Success is very hard to track because it can be very subjective. But we feel if a resident has made efforts to engage in treatment and make changes during that time, they have been successful! In 2022 we had 48 women graduate successfully from the residential program through the YWCA.”
The YWCA has a 12-woman Board of Directors, currently headed by Erin Rossmanith, school nurse and campus health educator for St. Edmond Catholic Schools; it meets every other month. The board oversees the YWCA operations and makes decisions on its future, said Rossmanith, who has been board president since March and has been involved as a board member since 2016. Twice, she has served as interim executive director.
“Mental health is a hugely important area of what we do,” she said. “Funding for mental health is not good right now, something that’s true everywhere. Our goal is to empower women, not only going through treatment, but also help in getting a job, finding an apartment, getting back on their own feet. We’re here for them when they leave the Y – they know they have a support system.”
George, a 2003 graduate of St. Edmond High School who earned her bachelor’s degree in Child, Adult and Family Services at Iowa State University, was named executive director in 2022 after filling in briefly for the previous director. She had been the clinical director since 2018, but her experience with the YWCA goes back to 2012, when she first started working in substance use support.
“I worked here when it was a halfway house program and a homeless shelter,” George said. “I had worked in the human service field, but it just wasn’t something that I had ever really set my mind to that I was going to work in this field.”
She worked at the YWCA for a year before moving out of state and working as a substance abuse counselor. When the clinical director position opened in Fort Dodge, she decided to move back. George still does direct care and has a full caseload in her executive director role.
“Fort Dodge can seem like a small town, but for a small town, drug and alcohol use is very high,” she said. “Drugs are changing, new ones are being created every day; people are struggling with more mental health issues and cope with them by using drugs. Meth and alcohol are the most common, but we also treat people with opiate and marijuana disorders.”
The majority of funding for the YWCA – which has an operating budget of about $1 million - comes from Iowa Medicaid.
“Our funding is very limited,” George said. “We’re a nonprofit, every single dollar is put into this building and the program. There are no grants to support us. When we needed washers and dryers, so many people stepped up. They help in providing personal care items. In April, the Fort Dodge Study Club raised $18,000 with donations and a silent auction fundraiser.”
The YWCA owns the historic Vincent House at 824 3rd Avenue South, built in 1872 and the oldest structure in Fort Dodge, on the National Register of Historic Places. In 1969, Ann Vincent and her daughter, Catherine Deardorf, willed the house to the YWCA with the stipulation that it be preserved and used by the public for meetings, special events, social gatherings and friendly get-togethers. They also established a trust fund to help maintain the integrity of the home. Income from rentals of the house – for such things as dinners, weddings and receptions, baby showers, wedding showers, graduation parties – goes to the YWCA.
Every Christmas, the YWCA sponsors an Adopt A Family program in which businesses and individuals in the community volunteer to adopt a family and buy them Christmas presents. “It provides a wonderful Christmas for our residents,” George said.
George said the YWCA plans to apply for grants in 2024, looking for those tied to women’s and children’s programs.
One of her goals is to “get out in the community and promote who we are,” George said. “A lot of people think we are a homeless shelter. Our building is pretty secure because we have a strict confidentiality rule. I would love to be able to show people what we do, but it is really hard to bring community members into our building and do activities.”
Among other things offered by the YWCA: It serves as a food pantry which allows community members to get free food one time per month. And it provides substance use disorder evaluations for anyone in the community and anyone who has received an OWI (operating while intoxicated.)
Several times throughout the year, a class from St. Edmond High School comes to the YWCA to do volunteer work.
“I know it sounds super corny when I tell people this but I literally learn something new each day I come to work,” George said. “It is amazing how much I have learned since I came here. You don’t come here for the money, you come because you’re passionate to help people. Our success rate is not where we want it to be. But if you have a passion for this, you keep coming back.”
By PAUL STEVENS
The odds were stacked against Jim Lloyd welcoming in this new year and celebrating his second “re-birthday” next month.
But the odds didn’t take into account the power of #JimStrong - the rallying cry for his family, friends and health caregivers when the Fort Dodge native, possessed with a strong will to live and a deep religious faith, was diagnosed with acute myeloid leukemia.
Undergoing induction chemotherapy while isolated 47 days in the midst of the covid pandemic, followed by a bone marrow transplant from a donor who was his great nephew, #JimStrong will be part of his rebirth that began on the day of the transplant – Feb. 19, 2021 – and will be marked for the rest of his days as a celebration of survival (transplant patients get a new birthday along with their new bone marrow).
“I was diagnosed with acute myeloid leukemia – usually people die of it quickly,” Lloyd said. “For the longest time, they didn’t give me much chance. Dying was a very likely possibility, but I preferred to live. I was blessed with the best nursing care possible.”
Complicating the diagnosis was that it came in April 2020 when the coronavirus epidemic was just getting started. He was moved onto the oncology floor of Virginia Hospital Center in Arlington, Va., 30 minutes from Herndon, Va., where Lloyd and his wife Babette live and where they raised their two daughters, Heather and Tiffany.
Floor 8A became his home for the next 47 days.
“Given the very strict Covid rules at that time, not even my mother was allowed inside the hospital,” said younger daughter Tiffany Lloyd Severtson, of Herndon. “Dad's incredible team of oncology nurses immediately became his ‘family on the inside.’ The woman who ran (and still runs) the team of nurses on 8A, is named Lorraine Waltz. Within 48 hours of dad moving onto 8A, Lorraine reached out to us and invited us to stand outside the hospital so that dad could wave from 8 floors above. We returned to do this a few times, one of them was featured on local news NBC4 Washington, with a follow up story with the same reporter Thanksgiving Day 2020.
“The relationship that we established between our family and Lorraine that day has grown and she remains a special part of our lives today. As you can imagine, this is also true for so many of dad's nurses from those 47 days. He underwent induction chemo during those 47 days. It is my understanding that many AML patients do not survive the first 30 days following diagnosis, given the precarious situation with blood numbers during the acute phase.”
Given Lloyd’s age (74) and medical history (prostate cancer, open heart surgery, diabetes), his doctor offered a bleak outlook to achieve remission, let alone ever be considered as a candidate for a bone marrow transplant, which would be his only path to survival. But she had a connection to Dr. Mark Levis at Johns Hopkins Hospital, and Lloyd and his family pushed for the chance to meet with him as long as he completed his induction and did well with his blood numbers. Lloyd came home from the hospital on June 2, 2020, and the meeting with Dr. Levis took place a month later.
“Dr. Levis can be described as a rockstar doc,” Tiffany said, “highly specialized, nearly unmatched smarts but with a brash bedside manner. His honesty was appreciated in an environment where hope was important, but false hope was not at all helpful.”
The issue became finding a male bone marrow donor who was related to Lloyd. He had no sons, and his nephews were all well over the age of 45, the preferred age cut-off for donors in his case. “What about a great nephew?” Levis was asked. He said such a transplant had never been done before but that the generational gap would be a one in eight chance of finding a match. Lloyd had eight blood-related great nephews, ranging in age from 22-39 at the time.
All eight agreed to participate in a blood test to see if they were a match to their great uncle and after several months, the family learned the night before Thanksgiving 2020 that Brandon Hummel of Urbandale, the oldest great nephew, was a half match. Dr. Levis said a half match was good enough to try if all parties agreed to move forward. Brandon’s own father-in-law, Tom Baas of Ames, is alive today due to a lifesaving BMT, so this was a familiar journey to Brandon and his wife, Kari.
Even with Brandon being the match, doctors’ outlook on Lloyd’s survival of the blood marrow transplant was not great due to risks involved given Lloyd’s age and illness stage. Tiffany said, “Brandon told me this past summer that the doctors told him at that time, his uncle would probably die anyway. Again...brash bedside manner, which in the long run, we appreciated. We heard similar notions about his survival from Dr. Levis. But this is why our family's faith was so crucial in this journey!”
Brandon flew back to Baltimore with his wife in late February 2021 for the transplant at Johns Hopkins.
“Glory be to God, not only did it go well, but exceeded ALL medical expectations,” Tiffany said. “Brandon underwent close to four hours of invasive bone marrow harvest surgery. He had a team of harvesters on both sides of his body from what I understand. Deep in his hip region, doctors were able to yield the most bone marrow possible in this type of situation. Dad received the, as Dr. Levis refers to it, ‘hot steamy bone marrow’ within hours of it leaving Brandon.”
Lloyd was released from Johns Hopkins within two weeks and was reunited with his wife; they lived in hospital housing across the street from where he went for out-patient daily testing and checkups for almost 60 days. They returned home April 16, 2021, a year after his AML journey began. His follow-up appointments have become fewer and far between, due to his ongoing improvement.
Lloyd’s Fort Dodge roots brought him strength of character and the ability to get along with people, and served him well throughout his life and particularly in his difficult medical journey.
James Arthur Lloyd and his six sisters – Gloriann, Dolores, Joyce, Donna, Linda and Janis - were the children of Arthur James Lloyd and his wife Elsie. (Today, his only surviving sister is Donna, who lives in Cedar Falls.) The family lived on a farm near Dumont, Iowa – an hour and a half north and east of Fort Dodge – when on July 30, 1959, Lloyd’s parents were driving on old Highway 20 west of Alden when a car crossed into their lane, causing a head-on collision that instantly killed his father.
“When my dad was killed, that was really awful,” Lloyd said. “We had a good relationship. I’m not a crier. I guess I thought that as the man of the house at 13, I shouldn’t shed tears, so I don’t.”
Lloyd was going into eighth grade at a school in Dumont and finished before his mother moved the family to Fort Dodge in 1960, purchasing a home at 1016 North 22nd Street.
The monthly Social Security benefit his mother got from his father’s work as a farmer was instrumental in the family’s survival – an irony in that not many years later, Jim joined the Social Security Administration for a lifelong career.
Lloyd’s Sunday school teacher at First Evangelical United Brethren Church was Walt Morgan, the meat market manager at Fort Dodge Fruit & Grocery. “He knew I was turning 16 and said, ‘Jim, come down and work with me in the meat market. I got an apron and hat and worked in the afternoons. I learned meat cutting and I kept that job through junior college. I also worked 16 hours a week at the Post Office.”
After graduating from Fort Dodge Senior High in 1964, Lloyd attended then-Fort Dodge Community College where he became active in numerous groups – starting the college Young Republicans Club and the Sociology Club, serving as vice president of Circle K and president of the International Relations Club. “I like people and I like organization, and it was very stimulating,” he said.
Lloyd and several of his good friends – Daryl Beall, Jeff Brooks, Jim Janvrin and Joe Tjaden – worked as school bus drivers for the Fort Dodge school district. Lloyd also worked at radio station KWMT-FM doing news and music programming. After he received his draft notice in February 1968, Lloyd enlisted in the Army and – in part because of his experience as a meat cutter – was assigned to Harlingen, Texas, as part of a five-man veterinary detachment. His duty: to inspect fresh shrimp at Port Isabel, some of which was freeze-dried for distribution to troops around the world.
He went looking for a church within walking distance and that is what led to meeting Babette Fulwider at First Methodist Church of Harlingen. Her father Paul was choir director, and her mother Maryellen invited him to join the family for lunch. Jim and Babette, who inherited her great musical talent from her mother and father, began dating in August 1968 and were engaged the following Valentine’s Day before they were married in Fort Dodge June 21, 1969.
Lloyd got orders for Vietnam, and in October 1969 was on a plane to Vietnam that included Fort Dodge friend John Clements. Lloyd was assigned to the Army base at Long Binh as a food inspector. A highlight was attending a Bob Hope tour that featured Neal Armstrong, the first man to walk on the moon. “I got to get the autograph of Armstrong. We shook hands and he signed it. I still have it and it’s a treasure that I have framed.”
Returning home in October 1970, Lloyd attended Pan American University (now the University of Texas at Rio Grande Valley) and graduated in 1972 with a degree in government. An interview with a Social Security recruiter resulted in landing a position in 1973 with the agency. His first assignment: the North Bronx of New York City as a claims representative. He and his wife were transferred to San Antonio where they adopted daughter Heather; 15 months later, Tiffany was born. The young family was transferred to Juneau, Alaska, for two years before moving to the Washington area with assignments in Salisbury, Md., Georgetown, Del., Washington, D.C., and Arlington. Lloyd retired from the agency in 2008 after 35 years of service.
Heather and her husband Nate Johnston live in Sterling, Va., with their daughter Evelyn (17). Nate is a software engineering manager for Red Hat and Heather has an in-home piano studio with about 25 piano students. Tiffany and her husband Jorn Severtson live in Herndon with daughters Adelaide (16), Sylvie (14), Lealia (13), and Elin (7). Jorn is a sales rep in the Washington-Baltimore area in architecture and design in the commercial furniture industry. Tiffany has her own photography business, with a focus on family and corporate headshot photography.
Jim and Babette returned in December from a European cruise, which had been delayed by covid, and plan a trip to the Holy Land in late February.
“I feel like I appreciate everything more,” Lloyd said. “One thing Babs and I love to do is spend time with our grandkids. I never knew my grandparents – my grandparents were born in 1840 and 1860 and I didn’t know them at all.”
#Jim Strong will remain a part of his life – including the bible verse that became a signature to the “Jim Strong” support movement: Proverbs 3:5 "Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding."
“That is what we did, and to this day, we keep this at the front of our minds,” Tiffany said. “After we all hung up the conference call with the oncologist who gave the bleak outlook on diagnosis day (April 16, 2020), we asked dad what we could do. His immediate response was ‘Ask for prayers!’ We asked for big, bold prayers, and have been covered in grace, love, support, and healing in the time since that day.”
By PAUL STEVENS
Sue Koenig’s “Window to the World” – stored in a window-less facility in Denver for the past 18 years – soon will break into daylight to reach a new generation who will receive a hands-on education about the world through the Fort Dodge native’s collection of artifacts from her travels to 112 countries.
A grand opening is expected in mid-October at the El Paso (Texas) International Museum of Art after Koenig, daughter of a Fort Dodge postman and a longtime schoolteacher, donated 10,000 items from her collection to the museum. Only a small fraction of the items can be displayed at one time and artifacts from the Middle East and Africa will be featured at the outset.
It is an exhibit that never would have occurred but for the long friendship and collaborative efforts of Koenig and her Fort Dodge Senior High classmate from the Class of 1960, Julie Struve Anderson of El Paso.
Koenig’s collection, much of it gathered from her 11 years of living in Saudi Arabia, had been in storage near her home in suburban Denver since 2006 after the closing of a mall where her Denver version of "Window to the World” exhibition had been located.
Now the 10,000 items have a home in El Paso after Anderson learned of an opportunity to move the collection into a permanent exhibit at the International Museum of Art and was able to get both parties together.
"It was one of those God Moments," said Cynthia Horton, a member of the museum's board of directors who is heading the project that is in the midst of a fund-raising campaign.
Items from Koenig’s donation come from seven regions - Latin America, Europe, Africa, Oceania, East Asia, Southeast Asia and Southwest Asia - and represent the countries’ history and cultural diversity through artifacts, musical instruments, art, clothing, jewelry, and household items.
One of the unique aspects of “Window to the World” is how it presents an interactive cultural experience.
“She designed it to allow people to actually touch the artifacts,” Horton said. “The kids are able try on the costumes and play the musical instruments. I talk to the owner frequently, she is in her 80s now, so we are still gathering her stories of the different items. Every time I learn something new.”
Among the items: 75–80-year-old Geisha wig made with real hair, vending carts from Costa Rica and Cairo, a set of Matryoshka (Russian nesting dolls), a handcrafted marionette puppet from Burma, a pair of Pakistani wedding chairs, a camel's head dress from Jordan, Sherpa shoes from Nepal, and a Turkman bridal veil.
The items arrived in El Paso in 2022 in two separate shipments, totaling 700 boxes weighing 44,000 pounds. A museum classroom was dedicated to store and process the artifacts and store those that will not be immediately displayed. The museum will host students from the University of Texas at El Paso Museum Studies Program to learn in a museum setting.
Another side of the project is “Culture in a Kit,” a traveling, hands-on, educational adventure for students that takes a portion of the “Window to the World” collection into classrooms throughout the area.
To encourage donors to contribute to the project, the museum has hosted five “pop-up” preview exhibits of Koenig’s work that included 150 items.
Koenig, 82, first opened “Window to the World” in Hot Springs, Ark., in 1995, home to good friends, after returning from Saudi Arabia, where she was hired by Saudi Aramco to teach elementary school classes.
Of the Arkansas experience, she said, “I felt quite sure that many of those students I'd see would probably never even leave their state, much less, the country. And how could they have any idea of how people around the rest of the world live? And that we all have the same basic needs?
“By modeling clothes from a myriad of countries, playing handmade musical instruments from those countries and simply by seeing and actually handling items, be they large or small, that show how the peoples of the world live their daily lives, they could get some idea of the rest of the world. Of course, stories went with all of those items. And since I obtained all the items, I had all the details.
“Before I had the museum, I taught my students about the world, as much as I could around whatever social studies the school district wanted. I figured out ways to work the world into math and language arts as well as social studies. I used to have a travel club after school for kids really interested in the world. Over the years, many ex-students have told me their favorite classes/years were those spent learning about the world with me. I loved teaching them for 32 years, followed by 11 years of sharing the world through the museum.”
Koenig closed her Arkansas operation, a nonprofit, after five years and returned to Denver to open a “Window to the World” there. She needed 10,000 square feet of space but couldn’t afford the rent. She found free spaces to open it – but they were in dying malls. “I spent nine months on the last one of them,” she said, “remodeling an old space and then setting up the museum, and then the mall sold and closed and I had to move again.” That’s when she placed most of the collection in storage.
Her friend of more than 20 years, Sandy Lardinois, who also lives in Lakewood, was on Koenig’s original board of directors. Also a former school teacher, she said Koenig was a remarkable educator.
“Imagine a teacher who made learning fun, relevant, and a lifelong game changer, and you’d describe Sue Koenig,” Lardinois said. “Parents requested her for their kids; reluctant students looked forward to school; and all learning modalities were addressed in her class. Sue brought her outside experiences into the classroom and sent her students into the community for learning opportunities. Weekend assignments could include watching the Denver Broncos, turning it into a math lesson. And, she brought community personnel into the classroom. As a result, many of her students went on to lead inspirational lives of their own. For years, she heard from former students, thanking her.
“In 1984, she had to pass on the honor as Colorado’s Teacher of the Year because she was leaving for Saudi Arabia to teach, living what she taught: being involved, learning, and caring. Sue Koenig is definitely one-of-a-kind.”
Susan Koenig was the oldest child of Bob and Gretchen (Getty) Wretman, followed by her sister Sandy 4 ½ years later and her brother Rich 11 years later. They grew up in a house at 729 12th Ave. N. Her grandfather operated a plumbing company in Fort Dodge. Her father worked as a postman for 34 years, delivering residential and downtown mail on foot. After the children graduated, their mother worked for jewelry stores.
After graduating in 1960 from FDSH, where she worked on the school newspaper, Koenig attended Fort Dodge Junior College (now Iowa Central Community College), where she was editor of the school newspaper, the Panther Prowl. She earned money through frequent babysitting (35 cents an hour, a job she did through college) and worked at Darrah Insurance. She transferred to the State College of Iowa (now University of Northern Iowa) in Cedar Falls and earned a bachelor’s degree in education in 1964.
“I was the first in the family to go to college,” Koenig said. “I feel I must have an adventurous streak – traveling to places like Russia, China, Saudi Arabia. I certainly didn’t get it from growing up in Fort Dodge, Iowa. The most adventurous thing I did there was dating a guy from Des Moines. And the only trips outside Fort Dodge we took were family vacations to the Black Hills and Chicago.”
Her sister Sandy Wretman Adams graduated from FDSH in 1964, and also attended Iowa Central before earning a bachelor’s degree in business education from Mankato State University (now Minnesota State, Mankato). She lives in the Milwaukee suburb of Menomonee Falls and taught business education courses and was department chair at Pulaski High School in Milwaukee in a 32 ½ year career. She retired in 2001.
Her brother Rich lives in Iowa City, where after attending Iowa Central he earned a bachelor’s degree in marketing from the University of Northern Iowa, then a master’s degree in journalism and mass communication from the University of Iowa. He spent his entire career working for the university, the last 30 years as a fundraiser with the University of Iowa Foundation, retiring in 2014.
As she neared graduation at Northern Iowa, Koenig said, recruiters visited campus from the Jefferson County School District in metropolitan Denver. She accepted an offer to teach elementary school there and worked in the district for 19 years. During that time, she met Fred Koenig in 1967; they were married for six years.
Koenig’s foreign travel began in Jefferson County. She worked extra jobs to save enough money for a ticket to go somewhere every summer. She would return with music, costumes, artifacts, household utensils and language lessons that she would share with her class.
With her travels becoming more frequent, she eventually established an international network of friends with whom she would stay. She was able to learn some of the language, saw how people lived, learned customs and was able to shop with a native. “I’ve always been a good bargain hunter,” she said, “from the age of 13 when we were buying shoes and coats.”
In 1984 she learned that Saudi Aramco, a state-owned petroleum and natural gas company that is the national oil company of Saudi Arabia, was seeking teachers to educate the children of Aramco expats. There were 20 applicants for a second-grade teaching position in Dhahran, she said, and she got the job. She taught there 1 ½ years, living in a hotel room and riding a bus to school, and then was transferred to Ras Tanura on a peninsula extending into the Persian Gulf. She taught all year, with four weeks off.
“I was thinking I'd stay a year - they didn't offer contracts as people sometimes only lasted a few months in those days,” Koenig said. “I ended up leading about 40 tours, first in Saudi and then the Middle East and eventually a few tours to unique places in Southeast Asia. I was there nearly 11-1/2 years and loved it!
“Because I was a single woman and thus couldn't travel in the area alone at that time, I became a tour leader for a natural history association throughout Saudi and countries on the Arabian Peninsula. I also led student groups to several countries from Saudi Arabia, 10 times to Jordan with an emphasis on Petra which is my favorite place. Annually, I took fifth graders to Bahrain since we studied it...the Ambassador to Bahrain for several of those years literally lives right across the street from me now. Small world!”
Maram AlDowayan of Alkhobar, Saudi Arabia, met Koenig when a fourth grader attending Saudi schools in the mornings and the Aramco schools in the afternoons and at 48 years old, still has the Chinese paper cuts Koenig gave her as a child.
“Sue was my most memorable teacher as a child not because of the math we learned or the reading we completed but because she exposed us to her vast array of items collected from around the world,” she said. “They were never precious as she let us touch and try everything. She encouraged it. Most places I had never heard of. It opened my eyes to so many cultures, traditions and languages…
“I clearly remember her showing us her passport that folded down like an accordion with stamps from so many countries we had never heard of. She planted a seed of curiosity and adventure in each of us. She made the world seem vast and beautiful, full of people with amazing traditions and hearts. She always kept things fun and exuded an indescribable warmth to everyone. She had a great impact on me and many others.
“I pray Allah protects her and shines a light on her life work.”
Anderson and Koenig have been friends since childhood in Fort Dodge, worshipped at the same church (St. Paul Lutheran), attended the same schools and became elementary school teachers. They also both loved to travel. Once she and her husband Joe retired, Anderson said, they traveled to 70 countries. But they never traveled together with Koenig.
Staying in touch through many years, Anderson knew that Koenig’s museum was in storage and that she hoped her collection could somehow reach the children of the world. Anderson had been collecting pictures of items Koenig had over the years, had a video, also list of items, made a notebook and began making phone calls.
“Unfortunately, Covid had hit and the thought of trying on costumes, touching musical instruments and artifacts from around the world did not appeal to all of the museums in El Paso!” she said. “My last hope was the El Paso International Museum of Art. I took the notebook, met with board member Cynthia Horton and the rest is history!”
Koenig’s collection of Nativities, 874 of them when she was awarded a Guinness Record in 2005, now numbers more than 3,000 and is stored in her garage and basement in Lakewood. She did not include them in her donation to the El Paso museum.
“I wish I could find a home for them,” she said. “They would make a unique museum for some little town off a highway across the country. A gift stop would be a hit. A place for visitors to stop on that long trek across the country. Could lead to an international cafe and coffee and pastries and much more. I downplayed religion and overplayed the creativity, materials, art work they are all different. I gave the 10,000 museum items away to an El Paso Museum, but I'm not willing to give the Nativities away, I know there's none like it anywhere.”
By PAUL STEVENS
Mother Nature may have won the battle when the Hruska family lost its house and widely beloved business to the raging currents of the Blue Earth River that swept away the land beneath the two century-old structures just 12 miles outside Mankato, Minn.
But the Hruskas - 84-year-old father Jim and his children Jenny Barnes and David Hruska – vow that they haven’t lost the war and plan to one day reopen the Dam Store back where it had been located for 114 years – right next to the Rapidan Dam - where the store was started by Jorgen Nelson to sell sandwiches to workers constructing the dam built to generate hydroelectric power.
The store was known far and wide for serving all comers - fishing enthusiasts, tourists and local customers with burgers and fries, shakes, onion rings, homemade potato salad, and an assortment of homemade pies (among the favorites, banana coconut and raisin). That, along with a dose of down-home Midwest friendliness that made those customers glad they came and vow to return.
“We have guest books started in the ‘90s and have had customers visiting from all over the world – Germany, Switzerland, Hong Kong, Egypt, Africa, China – and from every single state,” Jenny said. “Mom and dad never believed in advertising; our business was all by word of mouth.”
It's a business that Hruska and his late wife Linda purchased in 1972 when living in Fort Dodge, where Jim was working for Gus Glaser Meats after first coming to the city a decade earlier to work for another iconic Fort Dodge business, Kautzkys Sporting Goods.
Shortly after graduating from high school in Mankato, Hruska met Rudy Kautzky while fishing the Blue Earth River. Kautzky was obviously impressed with Hruska and his fishing knowledge and offered him a job at his store on Fort Dodge’s City Square. Hruska first lived at the YMCA when he came to the city. He left that job for better pay at Glaser Meats, was drafted into the Army and served with military police in Georgia before returning to his job at Glaser. Back then, Hruska recalled, one of their favorite places to eat was Sylvia’s restaurant. Among his friends were Jack Black, Jim Kern, Harry Dilgis, Lenny Will and Francis Shipman and his wife Marcella.
Hruska met Linda Lou Leonhardt, a Fort Dodge Senior High graduate, when both were in the wedding of her brother, and proposed to her on a drive from Fort Dodge to Mankato when he pulled off the highway in Wall Lake to pop the question. They were married in 1968 at St. John’s Lutheran Church. “She had never fished a day in her life,” he said, “so I taught her to fish.”
Four years later, Hruska’s mother Genevieve let the couple know that the Dam Store was up for sale. They bought it and moved to Minnesota with their 18-month-old daughter Jenny. A year after buying the store, they purchased the house next to it that also dated back to when the store was constructed. Their son David was born eight years later. Jim and Linda were married for 48 years before her death in 2016 at the age of 71.
The store was open daily, 10 a.m. to 8 p.m., from May 1 to Nov. 1.
The business was closed during winter months, for one reason because the old building was too difficult to heat. Jim Hruska never lost touch with his Iowa friends; they would come to Minnesota in the summer to fish and when the store was closed in the winter, he would come to Iowa to pheasant hunt. William Ball and his wife Evelyn were Fort Dodge neighbors when Jenny was born and remained close with the family over the years. When Ball died last November in Webster City, his obituary noted that “William enjoyed going to Minnesota and spending time with his special little girl Jenny, making pies together.”
Hruska’s mother helped her son and his wife in running the restaurant. Her grandchildren Jenny and David soon became involved. Jenny did waitressing and made the pies and David operated the grill - but they helped out wherever needed, assisted by high school and college helpers during the summer. The store sold fishing bait and at one time was a gas station. It also sold sodas and beer, snacks and cigarettes. Cash only, the policy; no credit cards.
The last week of June was a sad and unforgettable one for the Hruskas, their family and friends and the many people who had frequented their beloved café-style restaurant over the years.
On June 25, the Blue Earth River consumed the Hruska home (where Jim and David lived) when rain-swollen waters eroded the earth underneath. The river had built force with heavy rains the week before, skirted the dam when debris build-up prevented its flow and quickly wore away at the riverbank. A series of explosions occurred at power substations when the water reached them, and the Hruskas called 911.
Authorities told them they needed to get everything out of the house. Friends, neighbors, firefighters, county and power company workers all pitched in, but they had only a half hour to retrieve things from the house before it was too dangerous to be inside. About 85 percent of the belongings remained in the house when it collapsed and fell into the raging river waters. Jenny and her dad were at the Blue Ridge County Park across the street along with many others when it happened. Video of the collapse has been viewed in national and local newscasts and on social media by hundreds of thousands across the country.
It was a scene she and her family will never forget.
“We have many memories of living at our house,” Jenny said. “We felt like we were the luckiest kids in the area! We always could hear the roar of the water going through the dam! It was actually relaxing to us! We could tell when the water was coming up and the ice was coming out. The vibrations would rattle our windows. Not only did we live on the Blue Earth River, we also had the Dam Store and the Blue Earth County Park across the street. We had a wonderful childhood living where we did. I couldn’t imagine growing up or living anywhere else. We love this area. Our ultimate goal is to be back.”
Three days later, on June 28, anticipating a similar collapse of the Dam Store into the river, Blue Earth County officials purchased the building from the Hruska family and demolished it so it could be removed from the site, to protect other properties downstream and lessen the environmental impact. Beforehand, officials worked with the family and friends to remove the bar, chairs, tables, booths and memorabilia from the building and place them in storage.
David Hruska estimates that most of the family’s two acres of property rest in the river. “I never imagined this would happen in a million years,” he said.
His sister added: “You can’t imagine how hard it was to watch your life go into the river. It was our life; you never ever forget it. It was something you could never even imagine happening. No one had to be rescued from the river, nobody was hurt, nobody died. There is that silver lining, but it’s so hard to go down to the site and see your whole life there, gone.
“It was so hard for my dad – no house, no land, no business property. He and my mom gave their heart and soul to the Dam Store and our community and now he has nothing.”
Jim and David have moved in with Jenny and her husband in their home several miles away.
Jenny said there is no way to know how long it will be before county officials deem the ground safe to rebuild where the Dam Store existed next to the dam. The dam has remained intact, but the ground around it has been blocked off as well as the County Road 9 bridge. “They have to make that whole area safe again,” she said. “A lot needs to be done yet.”
Minnesota Gov. Tim Walz visited the Rapidan Dam area July 2. He was a customer of the Dam Store when he worked as a teacher in the Mankato school district and visited privately with the Hruska family in a mobile command trailer near the dam prior to addressing news media. He told the media, “The community feels the loss because this family built something here. Communities are lucky if they have a place like this."
"He wanted to help us anyway he could," the Hruska family said. "He even gave us his personal phone number if there was anything we needed. When he lived in Mankato, he enjoyed riding his bicycle out across the dam. He also enjoyed a slice of pie."
For the near future – perhaps a year or two – the Dam Store will reopen in downtown Mankato in a building once occupied by the Wagon Wheel restaurant. The Hruskas are leasing the space. It will be able to seat 74 customers, double the amount of seating in the original store, and will be open seven days a week.
David Hruska said the new store may open in early September and will include memorabilia rescued from the original store - pictures of the dam and the old store, a Wurlitzer juke box, Hamilton Beach malt mixers and pie coolers. He said a lot of customers have volunteered to help ready the building for opening and that a neighbor friend, Kathy Iverson, who worked at the Dam Store for the past 20 years, will join them.
“This is just a temporary option for us, stay in the Wagon Wheel as long as we can until we get the chance to rebuild in our own location. It might be a year, two years down the road. Nobody really knows that answer right now. Most of our property is in the river.
“Everything is going to be same. We’ll try to make the feel much like the (original) Dam Store. It’ll be good to get back and see all our customers. And we’re going to make a lot of new customers at this location so we’re excited about that too. Starting out, we’ll go with what we’re used to – Jenny up front and me on the grill.”
Shannon Devens Whittet, daughter of Kathy Devens who is Jim Hruska’s sister, has been instrumental in organizing financial help for the Hruskas. The losses of the house and store were not covered by insurance because they were caused by a landslide.
Three different Go Fund Me drives have raised more than $225,000 for the Hruskas, Whittet said, and she has been selling shirts and caps emblazoned with “The best dam store by a dam site” and “Dam Store Strong 2024” to build on donations.
Whittet is organizing a fundraiser Aug. 9 at the Mankato Brewery. For her, the loss is deeply personal.
“The Dam Store has literally been part of my life since I was born; I don’t know life without it,” she said. “When my Uncle Jimmy and Aunt Linda first bought the store in 1972, my mom and grandma helped them run it. I was born several years after their purchase and have so many memories of the store! I would spend so much time out there during my summers. As I grew up, I started helping out at the store as well - it was sort of a rite of passage. My brother also helped my uncle Jimmy seine for bait before David was big enough to go. Everyone helped out. Currently, before the tragedy occurred, two of my children were working there…and the circle of life continued.
“The Dam Store is more than burgers and pies to our family. It’s the place where my brother and I, my cousins, my nieces and nephews, and my children all have pictures sitting on the stools at the counter. It’s a place that has seen my family through generations. It’s the place we’ve all heard my uncle Jimmy tell a fishing story…maybe more than once. It’s the place we’d all meet at over the summer because we knew if we wanted to see our family, that’s where we had to go because they were working. It’s the place where time slowed down and you actually had to talk to others because your Wi-Fi didn’t work…it was refreshing.
So while the nation waited to see if the little white house would fall over the cliff or not, we sat watching the river wipe away our history day after day. And each day, the river took more…until it was all gone.”
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