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Merle T. Haines
This In Memory Page is intended to provide Refiner Alumni with access to a wonderful remeberance of Mr Haines by his dauther Debra as well as four of the short stories writen by Mr. Haines. A snippet from each item and a URL is listed below. Just click on the URL and a pdf file will open.
Recollections and Memories of My Father, Merle T. Haines
Debra Haines, January 30, 2016
Wow! When Marv Alme asked me to recall some of the highlights of my Dad’s early life, I first thought I could write a whole book about his life, not just a summary. He was a true Montana man born to Howard and Marie (Lejeune) Haines the seventh child in 1904....
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Mike
Merle T. Haines
Published in The Frontier, Vol III, No. 3
May 1928
Mike threw up his head to watch the riders who were trotting leisurely toward him and his band of wild horses. Standing on a small knoll, he saw the strangers when they left the timber. He snorted, stamped and held his head high, rolling his big eyes from the horsemen to his band. His nostrils ared as he caught their scent, and he whistled savagely.
Mike was an outlaw.....
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BLACK COW
Merle Haines
Published in the Frontier, Vol 10, page 326, May 1930
The fall roundup on Bluebird Flats. Hot and cloudless. The cows in the corral crowded around the branders, pawing the earth, bellowing, snorting, driven mad by the smell of fresh blood. Occasionally one charged the men. Then there was a shout of warning from the iron-tender and a mad scramble for the top rail of the corral....
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The Turn-down Man
Merle Haines
06 August 1930
SAM was an artist with the canthook. The stick seemed to live in his big hands as he twirled it in sweeping arcs, clamped it into a log, lifted, jerked it out, spun it and hooked again, never missing a hold.
Sweat rolled down his lean face, dripping steadily from his nose and chin.....
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Potatoes
Merle T. Haines
Published in The Frontier
MRS. BELTON was driving the milk cows to pasture in the early morning. They walked up the trail in single file, the three cowbells flooding the air with their clatter; to the woman on the white horse it was singing music, as pleasant as the spring sunshine.
The trail sloped up from the barn,....
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Thomas Anderson (Anderson) (1960)
Mr Haines (growing up my the generation I could not use Merle) was my teacher for at least a couple of years and also my neighbor accross the alley. I have to say the Mr Haines was most likely smiling even in the worst times in his class. He always could be counted on to change the subject or topic if you used the right trigger words. I ran into him at a girls basketball game that he was attending to watch his granddaughter play, at first I'm sure he did not recognize me but we did have a nice chat. I have very fond memories of him.
Bob Jolliffe (1972)
Mr. Haines was teaching high school when I attended Sunburst from 64-66. BUT, I had the pleasure and honor to have Mrs. Haines as my fourth grade teacher! She was one of my most favorite teachers I ever had - caring, compassionate and welcoming. I've never forgotten her and truly wanted to have Mr. Haines for a teacher when I made it to high school. We left Sunburst in 66 when Mom passed, so I never got the chance. We did go elk hunting for several years and pulled off the highway right at Rising Wolf to start the journey in on horseback. Again, I never drive by there without thinking about Mr. and Mrs. Haines. I loved the story of his life - pretty amazing. Thanks for sharing...