Bob Lind, Published August 09 2010
Lind: Chance encounter with shoe SamaritanShelly Ebersole of Hawley, Minn., and her daughters were looking around the Dakota Boys Ranch thrift store in north Fargo recently.
Abigail, 10, Shelly’s oldest girl, spotted a pair of shoes she really liked. And hey, Mom, they’re only $6!
Whoa, Abigail, you’ve got enough shoes; you really don’t need these, her mom said.
OK, Abigail said, but she obviously was disappointed.
But a young woman who also was shopping overheard this mother/daughter conversation. And she asked if she could buy the shoes for Abigail.
Oh, that’s not necessary, a stunned Shelly said. But the woman insisted. And she did.
This kind gal got a break, too; the shoes turned out to be on clearance for $1.99. But she didn’t know that when she offered to pay for them.
Anyhow, Abigail gained her shoes and an unsung heroine gained the gratitude of a mother and girl she didn’t know at all.
Goose takes field trip
Now let’s work in another Galloping Goose train memory.
It comes from Dolores Beadles, who is 98, lives in Fargo, but used to live on a farm near Leonard, N.D.
Dolores writes about the rough winter of 1940-41. The roads around the farm home of Dolores and her husband, Leon, now deceased, and their family were blocked. They got their mail only when Leon took a horse-drawn sleigh into town to pick it up.
One day Leon, obviously a thoughtful guy, decided his wife needed a break from being homebound for several weeks; he thought she and their twin daughters, who were 5, should go to Lisbon, N.D., to shop.
Happily, the railroad tracks ran through the Beadles’ farmland. Happily, the Goose ran on those tracks. And happily, the Leonard depot agent, Jack Fenny, was a friendly, cooperative guy.
Leon called Jack, who made the special arrangements; the Goose would stop and pick up the gals.
So Leon took his wife and daughters by sleigh to the tracks, and sure enough, the Goose stopped.
Dolores and the girls rode to Lisbon, spent the afternoon shopping, then took the Goose back to the field where Leon met it.
“That,” Dolores writes, “was a wonderful time to be alive.”
Sure was, Dolores.
But good things happen these days, too. Evidence: The first story above.
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