Belinda and I moved
to Mandan, North Dakota, on December 27, 1985, a Friday. We were going to move on the 26th but the roads were closed. Belinda's dad, Leo Doll, drove a U-Haul
truck filled with our furniture. Rosaline, Belinda's mom, drove Belinda’s car, a 1980 Brown
Skylark, which was filled with boxes of food and TV sets. Belinda, Molly our
cat, and I drove down in my 1981 Honda Accord.
The roads were atrocious, lots
of ice and snow blowing around. When we arrived at our new home in Mandan, the
Bob Lutkats, the previous owners, were still here moving things so we went out and ate lunch. When we
got back to our new home, they were gone.
Leo backed the U-Haul up to our door.
Belinda’s uncles Philip, Clifford and Herbie helped us unload the boxes. Our
new home is at 1302 Second Street Northeast in Mandan. We had boxes piled
everywhere and in every room, upstairs and down.
We were tired when we finished
so we took Leo, Rosaline and Belinda's youngest sister Darcy to Skippers along with Grandma Frohlich and Uncle Philip. We spent our first night at Grandma and Philip’s house.
The next
morning (December 28) we ate at Dakota Farms. Leo paid. Then we back to Grandma’s.
Leo called his son John to see how the roads near Glendive were. John said the Conoco
station where we borrowed the U-Haul from was already asking for it. Leo,
Rosaline and Darcy headed back for Glendive.
Belinda and I went to our new home
to begin unpacking. We spent our first night at our home. We slept in the living room on our couch
which makes into a bed. We still had lots of boxes to unpack.
On Monday,
December 30, I started working at MDU. I was pretty much in awe and thought
everything was happening pretty fast. When I was at work, Belinda was getting
our house in order.
This is how we began our new lives as a married couple for
only two months in a new state with a new job.
2 comments:
Thanks for sharing Steve! It's interesting you've lived in the same house the entire time you been in Mandan.
Deanna and I both miss Skippers. Difficult to find a place with good greasy seafood.
Randy, we've collected so much junk that we don't want to move. Personally, I'm hoping to die in that house and make my survivors take care of the junk.
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