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I had a really good childhood, although, to many of today’s young people, it might not have been.I mentioned hearing his frequent radio ads and seeing his other efforts over the past year of seeking community support on fundraising benefits to aid a couple of Sagle boys and, most recently, for the Chris Owens family.Mike, a farm boy from Sagle, can tell tales of a charmed childhood, augmented by close-knit family, daily chores followed by afternoons at play and long-held neighborhood friendships.My mother’s parents were both born and raised in the Glengary area, and I believe my grandfather, Clifford Warren’s parents came here from Minnesota in the late 1800s.So I am actually a fourth-generation Bonner County resident. I met my wife, Karen, at the Lewiston Round Up in September, 1971, while a sophomore at the U of I.My childhood was defined first by work on the home place from a very young age. By the time I was nine, I was milking 3 cows, seven days a week, twice daily.
All my friends thought I was cheating because I got to use the old Surge milker, left over from the dairy. We had steers to feed and water and ice to thaw all winter long before and after school because Dad was away on constructions jobs and Mom sold the milk to neighbors for extra income.
Sandpoint Furniture has prospered and grown since the partners moved it from downtown Sandpoint to Ponderay.
Over the years, they’ve added new specialties to their offerings and their service. The complex has served as venue for numerous community events, including Mike’s 40th year SHS class reunion this past summer.
His Sagle upbringing, in what I like to call Gunterville, could mirror that of most of us who beam at the chance to tell nostalgic stories of our North Idaho beginnings.
Add to that Mike’s college graduation from the University of Idaho, a devoted wife Karen and two wonderful kids, Clint and Kari, who’ve gone off, graduated and come home to serve their community. There’s the camaraderie with his siblings, especially his brother Pat, with whom he shares and stewards part of the Gunter property where his dad once ran a dairy and his mom sold cream to the neighbors.
On weekends, Pat and I spent many Saturdays fixing fence, cutting wood, doctoring cattle, weeding endless rows of garden, and whatever had to be done.