Murdo Girl…Governor

She is really into animals this week. She begged me to let her write about her horse. This story was intended for later, so we compromised…She is going to write a short horse story ahead of time, and we will publish her Easter Story tomorrow.


We’re going to have another 4th of July parade this year. Mark has a horse named Prince, and I have a Shetland pony named Governor or Guv for short. I was so excited the day  Dad and Swede drove up with a pony for me in the back of the truck. I love that horse even though he can be really stubborn. He also hates men.

His name is Governor Archie Francis. Archie Gubbrud is the Governor of South Dakota.

The parade is really fun. We hook Prince up to a red wagon with a chair in it. I wear my red gown and a crown made out of tin foil and ride in the chair. We decorate Guv because he does NOT like to pull a wagon. All of the other kids dress up in red, white, and blue, then we March up and down all of the streets south of 16. People seem to like it. They would probably like it better if we had candy to throw to them, but we can’t afford it.

I remember a little about the parade Murdo had when we celebrated the bicentennial. I was only 4 1/2 in June of 1956 and I remember that Kitty Reynolds made me an old fashioned dress and bonnet. Billy was almost 13. He said that Francis Plumbing & Heating had a float with an outhouse on it. One of the workers was looking through a hole in the back of it and the sign said, “We stand behind all of our work.” I wish I could remember that, it must have been so much fun.

One day my cousin Valerie and I decided to play Rawhide. Valerie rode Mark’s horse Prince and I rode Guv out to Aske’s ranch where they have a bunch of milk cows. We were having so much fun herding, that we decided to spend the night. I volunteered to ride back to town and get some supplies like food and matches. I already had the saddle off Governor because he was pretty hot, so I rode bareback. The ride was a lot farther than I thought it was going to be. I really didn’t feel like riding all of the way back, so I went to my cousin Mark’s to play. It didn’t seem like such a big deal until I saw Aunt Ella, (Valerie’s Mom), drive up in her pink car. She was looking for Valerie and when I told her that she was at Aske’s ranch, she said to get in the car. Well, I must have forgotten that Valerie had both saddles, so she just couldn’t have hopped on Prince and ridden back. It would have been hard to find my saddle if she’d left it there.

We found out that people don’t really like you to herd their milk cows around, so we’re not going to do that again anyway.


I wrote this letter to my parents. I had to sell Governor several years after this photo was taken. I eventully got too big for him. The other girl in the picture is Betty Reiners. Her parents had a restaurant where the Buffalo Bar is now. I think it was called Don’s Diner.

Thank you lady, for letting me write about my horse. It got my mind off my dangerously mean brother. Governor doesn’t like him.

3 thoughts on “Murdo Girl…Governor

  1. sanjuan831 March 25, 2016 / 5:51 pm

    So truly funny and yet sad about selling Guv. So that was Betty Reiners. I remember her but what was HER pony’s name? My Mom did not get mad at you, did she- for leaving me out on the prairie- alone- with Mark’s horse and two saddles? She was a wonderful Mom and never lectured- led by example and
    patience. What a great bunch of relatives we had and have. Thanks for these fabulous stories!


    • nannette l. dominicak hurst March 29, 2016 / 3:31 am

      remember betty,th
      ink she had a couple of brothers also,but we used to ride their shetlans with her,ended up getting throwed off or leading them home half of the time ,they had a stubborn streak sometimes,they also had a mule headed mule we rode,oh he was fun.

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  2. SeeYa Soon March 25, 2016 / 10:09 pm

    She wasn’t mad, just confused about what the heck we were doing. It sure was fun back then.


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