Those 70ish Girls…Aunt Tet

GREAT AUNT TET WAS GREAT by Mary McNinch and Valerie Halla

Mary and I decided to ask our cousins what they remember about one of our Grandpa Sanderson’s sisters who saw most of us 13 cousins grow up. We are writing about her today because we have overlooked her while we have covered many family members, neglecting to offer dear memories of her.

We asked several cousins to tell us what they recall about “Aunt Tet” and will include their thoughts along with our own recollections of her.

Cousins Bobby, Suanne, Blake and Jeff H. met recently at the Martin Mason Hotel in Deadwood, South Dakota on July 9, 2024 and had these memories of Tet:

Great Aunt Tet was a lifelong loving younger sister of her brother, Maynard Evan Sanderson. She was a true, dedicated professional business partner and manager of the Sanderson General Store in Murdo for much of the time her brother and later his son, Jeff Sanderson, owned the store. She resided in the second story apartment above the store.

The involvement and support of various family members was truly recognized and was highly appreciated in the Sanderson family.

She was born in Burgess, Iowa in 1890. The town was unofficially known as Smithtown in Sharon Township.

She was one of twelve children fathered by Frank Sanderson. His first wife was Ella Current Sanderson. Their first two children, Mabel and Eben, died of a highly contagious disease prior to the birth of Maynard Evan Sanderson in June 1886. Frank had four children by his second wife. He died tragically in 1918.

Aunt Tet never owned nor operated a motorized vehicle. She was thought to have been a teacher in her early years with two years of advanced schooling in Iowa. She never drank nor smoked nor swore. Our cousins that day during their mini-reunion remembered her to be very pleasant and professional.

When the out-of-town relatives visited South Dakota, they weren’t accustomed to the severe Great Plains direct sunlight, Aunt Tet was quick to assure them that we all knew where to find wide-brimmed hats to protect from sunburn. The SANDERSON cousins concluded that day that, “Our dermatologists are still smiling on their way to the bank.”

COUSIN ANDREA’S THOUGHTS:

Cousin Andrea emailed her recollections to me of Aunt Tet in June of this year. She wrote:

When I think back on Aunt Tet, I remember her making caramel apples for Halloween. She would hang them on a rope clothesline with clothespins, just off the kitchen and they looked delicious.

She loved sports and watched the games at Grandpa and Grandma’s house on Sunday afternoon. She would ride down to their house after church and have Sunday noon meal. Then she usually walked back home as she enjoyed the exercise uphill to her apartment on Main Street.

I don’t remember her being vocal about things, rather she was interested and thoughtful.

MY MEMORY OF AUNT TET:

During our summer visits to Murdo and living there for my 7-8th grade years in school, I remember seeing Aunt Tet in her apartment hallway going in and out of the bathroom because during those two years, we lived in the front apartment above Sanderson Store while she lived across in the back apartment. We shared the one bathroom. She kept to herself mostly. She seemed shy and of the personality where you didn’t speak until spoken to.

She was always at the store working or on a raised platform at a desk doing paperwork and it seemed quite dark and mysterious when I would see her there at the back of the old store, bent over heavy account books or maybe writing something.

She wore sensible print shirtwaist dresses with narrow belts, and practical heavy shoes, and she had short gray hair and old fashioned glasses. She wasn’t slim nor heavy but solidly built. She would smile at 12-13 year-old me and make pleasant small talk. My mom made extra dinner for her and I took it over to Aunt Tet- homemade chicken pot pie or ham and bean soup or fried chicken with mashed potatoes. Sometimes even pie, fantastic, scrumptious home baked fruit pies, or tapioca pudding.

My mom, named after Tet’s own mother, and everyone in our family and Murdo respected and liked her. One guy named Tuffy would come in for a banana or a snack from his shift at the auto museum. He had no teeth and ate soft foods, and he would tease her calling her an “old maid”. She would snap back, “ Old bachelor!” Or maybe she would shorten it to “old batch”. My Dad, who also worked at the store for two years, laughed at that.

AUNT TET WITH HER MOTHER, BROTHERS AND SISTERS WITH TWO OF THEIR SPOUSES. TET IS SECOND FROM THE LEFT.

It was sad when Sanderson Store had to close. Aunt Tet decided to move back to her home town in Iowa to live near her relatives. She adored her brother Sandy who lived in Iowa. In 1971 my new husband and I honeymooned across country and stopped to stay with her overnight. She was a gracious kind person and took us the next morning to her sister’s, my Great Aunt Melitha’s house, for a large hot breakfast Iowa style. We drove off the next morning after our goodbyes and I wrote her letters for many years but never saw her again. She passed away in the later 1970’s close by to where she had been born.

VALERIE, HUSBAND KEN AND AUNT TET- WEARING A LIGHT ROBE- UNDER LOVELY OLD TREES IN A SMALL TOWN IN IOWA IN THE SUMMER 1971.

MEMORIES FROM BILLY FRANCIS:

I worked with Aunt Tet for four summers in Sandersons Store.  The first thing we did when we got to work was to discuss the baseball games we had listened to (Aunt Tet – Kansas City, Bill – St Louis Cardinals).  She and I were huge baseball fans!  Aunt Tet was also a fan of Murdo sports.  She went to every basketball (home game) and most of the road games if she could get a ride.

She was the bookkeeper for grandpa Sanderson and later Uncle Jeff until he closed the store.  

Aunt Tet took the last lunch hour because she didn’t want to miss the kids when they stopped off for their penny candy on their way back to school from lunch.  She knew all of the kids by name!

Aunt Tet was my best friend.  She was the first person I visited when I came home from college.  I truly loved that lady!

Aunt Tet never married. She was an amazing part of our family and greatly loved by family and the people of Murdo.

A big thank you to all our cousins who contributed to memories of Great Aunt Tet. Let us know if you have anything to add, you who were fortunate to have known her.

Those 70ish girls…A story to tell, part 8

Changes to come…

I could understand Aunt Marti’s desire to know what happened to Holly and her mother, June. There were several crayon written pages with different made-up stories about dogs and kitties and several child-like drawings of houses with trees and billowing clouds. All of her pictures had a bright yellow sun shining down from the corner of the paper. Aunt Marti had grown to love the little girl she had never met and wanted to learn more about the family that had occupied this house so many years ago.

Aunt Marti did not have knowledge of the internet, and my guess was that it didn’t occurr to her that someone could do a search online and find out more about the family. I hoped there would be enough information in the lock box and chest to be able to do an adequate search to find out what happened to Holly and her mother. I didn’t have the first names of the grandparents, but I knew their last name was probably Reading since Holly’s mother was married to their son, and their last name was Reading. Holly said she was moving from the house. The date was 1923. Did the grandparents move, too? Aunt Marti had said the house had been vacant for 20 years prior to her purchasing it.

I kept digging through the papers and also found a photobook in the chest.

“Mr. B.. Oh my… where did you find that?” It was a handmade sock monkey.

*********************

“But Mommy, I don’t want to move. I don’t want to leave Grandpa and Nana. I love our house. Why do we have to go?”

Dear, sweet, Holly. This will be an exciting time for us.

This is not WWI, but it’s really good.

Those 70ish girls…A story to tell..part 4

The house…

I had just asked Aunt Marti if there was a reason, other than the 10 year age difference, that she and my mother had not been close.

“We will talk about all of that in good time,” Aunt Marti said. “But right now, I must tell you a few things concerning what will be taking place here this afternoon. My hope is that all of my nieces and nephews will be present at the meeting that Tara has been good enough to arrange. She was given some directions from my attorney. You will all be given a letter from me and you will be reading my will.”

“According to Tara, all of the cousins will be meeting here at 3:00 pm,” I offered.

“Perfect,” Aunt Marti said with a dramatic flash of her eyes.  I had seen that same expression many times on my mother’s face. As if reading my mind, Aunt Marti continued. “Your mother was different from the rest of us and sometimes the things she said and did didn’t set well with me. As the eldest of 4 children, I always felt as though the other girls’ behavior was more or less my responsibility.”

“Speaking from my own experience of living with Mom, I said. “I can understand your comment. Mom’s behavior sometimes pushed the envelope.” (I was secretly amused by my mother’s outlandish ways, but I didn’t share that with my aunt.)

“I must leave you now,” Aunt Marti said as she rose from the chair and picked up the tray with the tea and muffins. “But before I go, I need to tell you that I left you this property. I do hope you will give staying here in Pleasant Run a lot of thought before you get the news formerly at the meeting today. This house has a story to tell, and I believe it will tell you all of its secrets.”

“I don’t know what to say, Aunt Marti. Why would you give me your house?” I was surprised, to say the least.

“It’s all in the letter,” she answered. “And you can say goodbye.”

A story to tell..

Those 70ish girls…It happens

You can dance without music if a tune can’t be heard.

Some cry with no tears, which to me seems absurd.

Texas Wildflowers
Rylie Rue

You can smile without laughing. (I can’t deny it.)

You can’t laugh without smiling. (Did you just try it?)

If we’re living the dream, then there’s nothing to fear.

Long lazy days can become a short year.

You can close your eyes tightly and see a beautiful place.

Me with Nellie Belle

But can’t find your glasses when they’re right on your face.

You can age gracefully or chase after youth.

You can never do both. I’m telling the truth.

Friends are there for the good times, but you know they care,

When you’re going through bad times and you feel covered in prayer.

I want to wish an amazing lady and wonderful friend a very happy birthday.

Pat Davis

 

Those 70ish Girls

Travel Broadens Your Horizons and diminishes Your Bank Account- by Valerie Halla

I recently started out on an overly ambitious road trip with my trusty companion, Nincompoop, my bags overstuffed with clothes and a grocery bag stocked with unhealthy snacks and sugary drinks and my new SUV gas tank full. I was ready to drive and listen to lots of 60’s and 70’s and 80’s music. I was going to visit friends and family in Southern California.

I headed out in the late afternoon a few days before Valentines Day, ready to spend one night out on the road before arriving in Palm Springs to spend three nights with my friend I had known for three decades and taught with at our kids local school. Of course my friend had been asking me for 7 years to visit her and her husband at their lovely home in a gated community. It was finally happening. I was excited to drive there the next day and made it out to the desert and their country club estates house by early afternoon.

As I drove the freeway seeing beautiful CA mountains and giant energy generating fans, I drove on the Sonny Bono Memorial Highway and exited where GPS guided me going past Gerald Ford Street and seeing signs for the Betty Ford Center and Bob Hope Road. It was like going back in time to the 1970’s.

I finally got to my friend’s community and got through security making all the right moves. All the houses looked the same. I passed lovely lawns, tennis courts, the clubhouse and greens and fountains. My friends waved at me from their front yard and helped me unload my luggage and carefully get Ninny settled in their house with dog pads in key locations around in the kitchen and my private guest bedroom and bathroom.Their house was gorgeous.

We started talking immediately. Her husband mostly just listened. We had so much fun gabbing and laughing. In the past, we had taught third grade at our local school together for years, and we both had gone through personal issues and trauma in our lives. It was a blast catching up and seeing their house and patio right on the golf course. After cleaning up, we went to the clubhouse for drinks like her husband suggested. I had a weak moment and ordered a Long Island Iced Tea, not really knowing that it contained 5 liquors and should be called Long Island Punch because it packed a punch and then some. I only drank half of my cocktail and felt like the walking dead. I’d better check my pulse when I get back. They both ordered itsy bitsy drinks so they were sober. They knew what appetizers to get which helped me since I was hungry. Actually I was more like drunk and dippy which means I was out of it. I tried to concentrate on what they were saying but my brain was misfiring— badly. I’d better check my brain when I get back.

The food helped and guzzling water eased the problem, so we went outside onto the clubhouse patio and chatted with other people who were enjoying the torch lights bordering the big patio. My short circuit of a brain started to perk up as I got into a disagreement about Canada with some older bolder guy sitting there. It was time to leave. I was drunkgry- sorta drunk and sorta angry.

Back at their house we had a great three days watching the Winter Olympics and sitting on the patio drinking coffee and tea each morning talking. Nincompoop had managed to poop on their carpet in the master bedroom and she also peed on their white tile while we were gone so I helped clean that up, apologizing profusely.

Also we two ladies went to Zumba at their gym and walked around their lovely neighborhood. We went out to their favorite restaurant one night and while her husband dog sat, we went to lunch at a Belgian restaurant for valentines day then shopping. What a fun time. Ninny started to use the pee pads thankfully.

It was hard to leave come early Sunday morning.

I said my goodbyes and put my LA hotel address into GPS and headed for my hotel to visit my son for three nights.

In LA I checked into my hotel in Korea Town, and waited for my son to pick me up. We were going to open houses for some pretty old and relatively cheap fixer upper’s. What a day! After seeing 4 dilapidated houses we went for food and then to my son’s girlfriend’s house where her Dad fixed us a sumptuous Lunar New Year Dinner and his gf gave us brownies she had baked for dessert. Her brother, wife and daughter also were there and we enjoyed getting to know them.

It was such an honor to be invited to a special dinner like that with homemade Korean dishes.

Matt drove me to my hotel, where I went to bed exhausted from the long day. The next day I drove myself and my dog about 90 minutes south on the freeways and in rain to my High School friend’s house in Mission Viejo. My friend made us a hot cup of tea and she had salmon salad sandwiches for us which were very elegant. Her table was still set beautifully from a luncheon she had that weekend for her Bible Study group. It was all done in pink with napkins folded in rose shapes. She gave me a pink cloth napkin and showed me step by step how to fold them into a rose. It was pretty easy. I forgot how to do it about five minutes later.

Then I gave her two pink candles as a gift. Perfect!

Our other high school friend came next and we sat and talked a long time then decided to call another old friend in Texas! What a flashback in our memories did that bring on. Old stories were flying like bats in a cave fire. We decided to meet up with her sometime if she ever got to California again.

My trip was great and it was tough saying goodbye to my son the next day. He took me out for breakfast and we did a couple errands together. I felt blessed to have such a good son and special friends in my life. Being 70ish can be a challenge but it’s real, much fun at times and it’s a privilege.

Those 70ish girls…MHS/JCHS Memories, pt 14, Gym thoughts

Jim Anderson ’63

The Murdo Auditorium which later would be called the Harold Thune Auditorium, saw its first game in November of 1954. As a result, the grade basketball teams inherited the old gym along with the boys’ and men’s locker rooms. Now anyone who had the opportunity or misfortune to visit or use that locker room or gym came away knowing they had walked on sacred ground where Murdo legends had dressed, showered, and perfected their athletic skills.

Bill Sorensen, classmate 1953-1961

Dingy, dark, and dank is an apt description. A single bench for seating was separated from the tiny dark green wooden lockers by what seemed like a foot and a half wide space. The one exit guaranteed a traffic jam that had kids moving sideways attempting to pass from one end to the other. A couple of light bulbs with very low wattage extending from the ceiling provided poor illumination. The shower at the far end had one dim light and two shower heads. Wooden slats separated your feet from the cement and the water drained into a simple pit. With no ventilation the humidity from sweat, showers, and wet towels combined combined to provide a distinct unpleasant odor. Although it was a perfect petri dish for mold growth, I think the only sickness was caused by inhalation of bacteria and viruses we spread among ourselves. It may not have been optimal, but I don’t recall many complaints. In retrospect, it is fun to reminisce knowing parents today would sue over those conditions we accepted as normal.

Those 70ish girls…MHS/JCHS Memories, part 13, trauma on the playground

Doug Eveleth ’60

My first day of first grade was a really big deal. My brother Chuck was designated to walk me to school; probably not what he wanted to do on his first day of high school. I, on the other hand couldn’t be more excited.

I can still remember the smell of the wood floors in the old elementary school. Mrs. Sandy was my first teacher. The walls were lined with pictures of past Presidents wearing wigs. The American flag stood in the corner. The whole front wall held the big black board. Each of us were assigned our desk. A lot to take in. Then it was time for our first recess with all the older kids. I chose to watch the boys playing baseball. Especially the one at bat. That’s the last thing I remember.

The rest of the story came later from others who told me what happened. Whoever was at bat hit the ball and threw his bat, which hit me in the head knocking me backward toward the swings. Back then, the swing board was about sixteen by twelve inches by two inches thick. Two third graders, Toby Iversen and Duane Brooks, were standing up swinging as hard as possible to get the maximum height. On the downstream they hit me in the back of my head. A teacher woke me up and said I had better walk home, so I did. It was only a block away. Then I had my first seizure. Mom called Elsie Joy, who took us to the Doctor, who put me in the hospital. I remember waking one night. I knew I wasn’t home, but had to go to the bathroom. I got up and saw one light, so I walked there. It was a staircase, so I took it. At the bottom was a door, so I opened it and scared a nurse taking a break. She screamed. I told her I needed to go home. She settled down and said that no, I couldn’t go home, but she would help me. I spent the whole first week of school in the hospital. My Aunt Edith, the very first school teacher in Mellette County, wrote me a card saying that she hoped I would still like school once I got well. No perfect attendance was expected from me for the next twelve years. Duane Brooks came back for an all-class reunion 50 years later and apologized for causing me to stutter. I thanked him but said that I had stuttered from birth.

Those 70ish girls…MHS/JCHS Memories, pt 12, State B Excitement

By Billy Francis ’62

When I was a senior in 1962, Murdo had an outstanding Basketball team. We won the district championship and the regional tournament before going on to the State B in Sioux Falls. Our top 5 players were Obie Brunskill, Willard Bordeaux, Roger Strait, Gordon Niedan, and Chris Anderson.

Our star defensive players and top scorers all year were Obie and Willard. I had the job of guarding Willard in practice and he kept me on my heels. If he wanted to make a basket, he found a way.

We went into our first game with Pine Ridge handicapped. Willard had injured his ankle during the Regionals and it wasn’t doing well. Obie had to take up the slack which was exhausting. Often times, you could count on one of them to steal the ball before the other team made it back down the court. They were good.

Nevertheless, Murdo hung on thanks to Chris, Roger, and Gordon. Though he didn’t score much, Obie had a brilliant defensive game. Murdo managed an 11 point lead at the end of the 3rd quarter. Some of the Pine Ridge fans admitted defeat early and started to leave.

And then Pine Ridge had a 16 point outburst in the 4th quarter. At the end of regulation time, the game was tied 47-47 so it went into overtime. Willard who only made an unheard of 2 points the whole game, fouled out in the 4th quarter. His injury was a huge factor in the overall scheme of things.

Pine Ridge dominated in the overtime. Obie fouled out when our only hope was to send  Pine Ridge to the free throw line in an attempt to get the ball back. He told me he was so exhausted he couldn’t see the difference in the colors of the uniforms and therefore, made some bad passes. It didn’t help that Pine Ridge made 8 of 10 free throws. The game ended Pine Ridge 55 and Murdo 51.

It was a tough loss for the Murdo Coyotes. Pine Ridge went on to win the tournament.

Those 70ish girls…MHS/JCHS Memories, pt 11, Marjorie Sorensen

Jim Anderson, ’63

Mrs. Sorensen taught English at MHS for several years beginning in 1937, with a few years off to raise 2 children. Superintendent Gordon Diedtrich convinced her to come back to MHS in the fall of 1957 where she taught until moving to Presho after the 1961 school year.

It was early in my freshman year (1959) when Mrs. Sorensen stopped by my study hall desk shortly before school dismissed for the day. “Jimmy,” she said. “I think you would find this book interesting. She handed me Jim Bridger, Mountain Man by Stanley Vestal. I did find the book to my liking and thanks to Mrs. Sorensen and my mother, who when I had the mumps, had me read the condensed version of The Day Lincoln was shot, by Jim Bishop, I have been an avid reader ever since.

Maybe she saw some potential in the scrawny kid who lived across the alley from her home on Main Street, and who played with her son, Billy. I still recall visiting with her in the fall of 1963 as I was headed to college. I can still see that “You’ll find out soon enough smile on her face” as I told her I had everything all figured out-there was not much more anyone could teach me.

I recall a few of the highlights of the 2 years our class had Mrs. Sorensen for English. One “pop quiz” stands out because it was given the morning after we played basketball at Martin, which required us to leave immediately after school and arrive back in Murdo late. We had been assigned to read the first 25 pages of Ivanhoe. It was after midnight when I quickly read these pages. Our English class was the first class of the morning of the same day. We heard these dreaded instructions as soon as we walked into the classroom that morning. “Put your books away, take out a piece of paper, your name at the top-question number one. I got a few points that day but I could never catch up with those 2 Kinsley girls who also happened to be in my class. Mrs. Sorensen had us memorize Portia’s “Quality of Mercy” speech from Shakespeare’s Merchant of Venice and Marc Antony’s “Friends, Romans, countryman, lend me your ears” speech from  Julius Ceasar. I can still recite the last few lines of Thanatopsis, but I think it was where to put those commas in those compound sentences that gave me nightmares. And let’s not even talk about conjugating verbs or diagramming sentences. And I still remember my research paper on South Dakota’s ring necked pheasant.

Charles Francis’42 from Murdo Man, the memories of Charles Gordon Francis

An extremely important teacher in my high school years was Marge Swanson (later Sorensen). She pounded away teaching Shakespeare to a mostly unresponsive class and was equally energetic in all her English classes. She talked me into writing a sports column for the student section of the MURDO COYOTE (The town’s weekly newspaper) and she forced me to enter the school’s annual declamatory (oratorty) contest. I memorized a speech by Wendell Wilkie, a Republican presidential candidate, titled “Men Like War.” Compared to the piano concert debacle many years earlier, my rendition of Wilkie’s speech was an even greater disaster. I got stage fright, forgot line after line, and had to be constantly prompted from off stage by Miss Swanson. Who ever would have guessed that I would spend the later part of my life helping professional speech writers prepare material for their bosses. And to think it all started with a Murdo English teacher named Marge Swanson.

Those 70ish Girls Aloha and Mahalo – Part 4 -The Hike – by Valerie Halla

This blog is about people in their 70’s but it’s really for anyone and everyone. This lesson I learned was a grand lesson no matter how old you are.

I’ve heard the saying, “There’s no fool like an old fool.” That really is a mean thing to say. I have great respect for seniors. They have lived through a lot. However, I did feel like a fool going on that grueling hike in Kauai last December. Now I get it. Old fools should know better. I did not. I learned a solid lesson.

On a recent trip to Kauai, I made it the four miles to hell and back on a strenuous hike my two sons and one of their girlfriends agreed was the most difficult hike they’ve ever done.

As I wrote before, I was sweaty, wobbly and downright scared as we went over boulders, through red volcanic mud and intermittent steps built for Shrek or the Hulk to climb. They were higher above my step up than three normal height steps are. My knees were challenged. My knees were shaking and quivering at each section we went down. It made me think, “I cannot do this.” I was fast losing any confidence I had four hours ago when we first started the hike. So I kept going.

It came time to head back down the mountain. All my weaknesses and doubts came down on me like an avalanche. My two sons helped me and held onto my arms for two hours as we walked and slipped and slid down to the parking lot. The ocean views, thick vegetation and horizon over the Pacific to our left were a great consolation.

I was thankful to be down off that trail, thankful for my strong kind sons and thankful this old 70ish gal figured out what the saying meant. Fools can still learn from their mistakes. Thank goodness.

Those 70ish girls MHS/JCHS Memories, pt 10

Walt Anderson ’62

With Murdo’s impressive runner-up showing in the 1937 State “B” basketball tournament an easy remembrance for many hoop fans, many of the alumni may have forgotten that Murdo qualified for the State Tournament held in Mitchell, SD in 1935. Unlike 1937 though, the old “one class” system was in effect, and Murdo’s competition included Mitchell (eventual champion), Sioux Falls Washington, Yankton (consolation), Webster, McBride, Miller (runner up), and Lake Preston. Murdo’s team during the year included Seniors Greg “Pete” Brunskill, Gib Thune, Keith Lange, “Speck” Muck, Ken Karns, and Les Lange, Juniors, Curt England and Walt Anderson, and Sophomores, Bill Francis, Harold Thune, Roland Myers, Ellis Beckwith, Hugh Guthrie, and Bert Wendt. The Coyotes of 1935 finished the State Tournament in sixth place winning one game and losing two.

GLORIOUS Mud, Gregg Brunskill ’59

During my father’s and mother’s time at Murdo High School, basketball was the main sport and the gymnasium was located in the high school basement. There was little room for spectators so the local town fathers decided to build a big auditorium. I suspect this was done with local labor and goods and services donated by town businesses. My father brought his John Deere tractor with the farmland hay fork to help lift packets of asbestos shingles up on the huge curved roof. And of course the local ladies groups would organize lunch for the working men, served in the hot sun on the gravel pad beside the new auditorium grounds, served on 4×8 sheets of plywood supported by alfalfa hay bales. These ladies groups were pretty dawned fierce once they figured out a project. They helped put on dramatic plays and musical productions in the schools, expanded and stocked the high school library and raised money for uniforms for the high school band. It was the sort of town where your first grade teacher could stand at the exit of our high school graduation, greet us by name and give us a pencil kit present in a zippered plastic bag.

The typing classroom had dozens of ancient typewriters that went “ding” at the carriage return and on the classroom walls were formal photographs of Murdo High School graduation classes back to the 1920s, including my father and mother, aunts and uncles. Whenever I had a term paper to write, my mother would drive to the biggest nearby library in Pierre and return with a trunk full of books on the subject; for example, C. W. Ceram’s book on archeology, which I read more than once.

Those 70ish girls…MHS/JCHS Memories, pt 9 (cute Mrs. Sandy story and others)

Harold Peck ’34

One year dad (Otto Peck) took the local bakery in for a debt on the flour bill, so we operated it for about a year before we could sell it. That was my first year in high school (1930) so I could not participate in athletics that year. I had to deliver bread before and after school.

Athletically, I played football and basketball in high school. As to football, I had been practicing with the backfield, but in the first game I played in, we were playing Pierre and I had to play in the line. I was much smaller than the opposing lineman so the only way I could stop him was to lie down and trip him as he went by. After that I became a regular lineman. Presto was our big rival. There were usually more fights on the sidelines by the spectators than there were on the field.

Murdo was always basketball town. In 1933 the boy’s BB team had won the district tournament and was scheduled to go to Rapid City the the regional when Roosevelt closed all the banks. Dad (Otto Peck) always carried a lot of money in cash, so he financed the team to the tourney. Earlier in the season we were scheduled to play Pine Ridge Indian School which was also undefeated. Since most of the area wanted Murdo to lose, it was agreed to play the game on a neutral floor. The game was held at the Philip auditorium. Most of the people at the game wanted Murdo to be defeated. At that time Les Lange and Carl Lathrop were the best shots. We surprised everyone and won the game easily.

Bill Sorensen grades ’53 to ’61

I completed elementary school in Murdo and vividly remember my first day. Mrs. Sandy was my teacher and by morning recess, I was the only student unable to complete the assignment to draw a butterfly from the picture provided. Consequently, I was not allowed to participate in recess. I remember the frustration but much to my relief Mrs. Sandy left the room.  Immediately I moved to one of the large windows illuminated brightly by the sun and traced the damn butterfly. At noon Sheila Penticoff and I were walking home and I happily commented that the day had passed so fast but was devastated when she informed me school would continue in the afternoon. I was almost in denial until my mother, who could not contain her laughter told me the awful truth. At 1 p.m. Mrs. Sandy was reading On the Banks of Plum Creek. It was inevitable that the word “but” would be read and upon it happening, Sheila and I burst out laughing. It seemed extremely odd to me that the other classmates were not joining us. Mrs. Sandy made it abundantly clear that this type of behavior would not be tolerated. Her tone of voice totally convinced me of her sincerity. Better days were ahead.

Mrs Sandy

Those 70ish girls…MHS/JCHS Memories, pt 8

Ralph Thomas ’67

The 1964 Senior class play: The Antics of Andrew

One spring morning in 1964 Gloria Thomas woke with hundreds of red bumps all over her body.  Her mom, Ethel said, “You have the measles and you can’t go to school.”  Gloria replied, “But I have to go, the senior class play is today and I’m a vital part of it.” Gloria stayed home.  Mrs. Peters, (the play director) was notified.  She immediately went into hiding for three hours, and assumed the role.  She performed admirably in the matinee and evening performances and saved the play with an A+ performance.  When Gloria returned to school the next week several classmates (names redacted)

jokingly accused her of trying to sabotage the senior  class play. 

Jim Anderson ’63

I attended Margaret Lathrop’s funeral in Aberdeen in 1999.  She taught in the Murdo schools from 1963 to 1984.  One of those attending the funeral was Willard Ellis who was the Murdo superintendent from 1953 to 1956 and who I knew faintly from my grade school days.  I had assumed he had died years before.  As I recall, when Mr. Ellis entered the grade school building, there was probably some disciplining of some student to be carried out.  Mr. Ellis became principal at Aberdeen Central after moving from Murdo.  One of my good friends in Eureka, an Aberdeen Central grad, said yes, he got acquainted with Willard Ellis as a student and not in a very friendly way.

Greg J. Brunskill ’59 from Glorious Mud

The high school band played concerts on the porch of the Jones County courthouse in the summertime.  The poet laureate of South Dakota, Badger  Clark, came to our town school in a black cape, high lace boots and a high-crowned hat to recite his prairie/cowboy poems.  I can  still remember the “clank, clank, clank” of the metal chains rattling on the big steel A-frame of the flagpole and the playground swings at the grade school.  At recess, we would play “pom, pom, pull away” and sometimes the big kids would run right over the little kids. 

Paul Anderson ’32, As I remember it.

My brother Walter ( Paul Anderson’s brother Walter) went back to high school in the fall of 1934.  By this time they had started dormitories for the country students.  The first year the boys slept in one upstairs room of the old grade school and ate meals in the old annex building.  He told some wild stories about 15 boys sleeping in one big room.  By then he was the biggest boy there, and quite often was the “peacemaker” and “rules maker.”  Walter was playing guard or tackle on one of Murdo’s best 11-man football teams in the fall of 1934.  He was on the 2nd team in basketball when Murdo beat Rapid City in the region and went to the state tourney in Mitchell.  He and two other boys hooked the freight to Mitchell for the tournament, sleeping in the depot at nights.  When they hooked the train coming home, the boxcars were all shut, so they rode the coal car—some very black, cold, boys when they got to Murdo. 

 

Those 70ish girls…MHS/JCHS Memories, part 7

Jim Anderson ’63

On April 12, 1961, members of the Murdonga Club and the Murdo Lions club organized an athletic banquet—the featured speaker for the evening was Palmer “Pete” Retzlaff , SDSU great and All Pro tight end for the Philadelphia Eagles.  “Pistol Pete” or “The Baron” played fullback at SDSU and set records in the shot and discus in track.  The Ellendale, ND native died in April, 2020. 

GLORIOUS MUD,  Gregg J Brunskill, ‘59

In spring 1958 several of my high school cronies (who shall remain nameless for good reasons) built a rocket out of some old rusty pipe and plumbing connections, filled with some magnesium filings and sugar, a lot of sulphur, and a fuse made out of waxed butcher paper. I lit the fuse and ran for cover, and a large explosive roar filled the hot dry air of western South Dakota.  This juvenile episode was really the fault (gift) of our science teacher, Mr. Charles Staudenbauer, who had started his lecture in sophomore chemistry class with some photographs of the Russian rocket that carried the first ever satellite (Sputnik) into space.

AS I REMEMBER IT, Paul Anderson, ’32.

The second year of high school I stayed with the county auditor (A. P. Whitney) and helped both at home and in the courthouse.  The third year of high school Frank McCurdy and I stayed with Mrs Ray Judd until  Christmas.  The second half of the school year I stayed with Leo Lemmel and Harry Egerdal at Tillie Jackson’s.  Board and room was then $1.00 a day.

My senior year, brother Walter, started school, and we stayed with our pastor Reverend Burkhardt in a house across from the high school. 

Jim Anderson ’63 

As twelfth man on the 1962 MHS basketball team, student manager Jerry Volmer and I were bringing up the rear as the team entered the Sioux Falls arena ( by a side or back door it seemed) for our first game of the state tourney against Pine Ridge.  A MHS grad appeared out of the shadows just as were were ready to enter and said, “Jerry let me help you with those warm-up jerseys”.   He grabbed a  couple of them and in the door he went.  He saw a very exciting, but for Murdo, disappointing game—without a ticket!