Murdo Girl…Mrs. Thiessen

The little Murdo Girl jumped the gun a little before I got my part in. I chose her to write this story because I know she really loves growing up in Murdo. When I asked her if she could handle this task, she was quick to proudly tell me her brother Billy said she was a “prolific” writer. I didn’t have the heart to tell her, that only means she writes a lot, not necessarily well.



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Billy’s surprise birthday party was yesterday. Dad told him a lie about where they were going. He drove all over trying to kill time until everyone had time to get to the big celebration. Billy started getting nervous. He thought they were going to be late to the place he thought he was going. It turns out he really wanted to go there. Mom and Dad shouldn’t have told such a good lie. I guess the party turned out okay, I didn’t hear much about it. I only heard him say, he didn’t like wearing a suit.

I hope I get a surprise party someday. I won’t act the way Billy did.

Mrs.Thiessen is an older lady. There is a vacant lot between her house and where my Miller cousins live. Mrs. Thiessen always sits in a chair by the window and watches us play on the lot. We have plays and carnivals. If we have enough kids, we play games like Red Rover and Captain May I. We go visit Mrs. Theissen too. The only bad thing about her is, she gives us apples on Halloween instead of candy.

One day she asked us if we knew how to sew and knit. She said that those Sanderson girls, (Who are our Moms), never learned anything useful when they were young. I made the mistake of telling my Mom what she said and guess what? Mom took me to Mrs. Thiessen’s house the very next day and asked her to teach me how to knit. I was standing by Mrs. Thiessen’s chair and I was watching and concentrating very hard. I started feeling hot and before I knew it, I had passed right out on the floor. Mom took me home and said,”Well, that’s the end of that!” I knew that my knitting days were over.


Well, one morning my cousin Valerie went to see Mrs Thiessen. When she knocked on the door, Mrs. Thiesen didn’t answer. Valerie looked in the bedroom window and saw Mrs. Thiessen stretched out on her bed, and she didn’t look so good. Valerie went to the Miller’s house and got our Uncle Jerry …Well, that was the right thing to do. He found out that Mrs. Theissen had died in her sleep.

None of the Moms except mine, would let their kids go to the funeral. I begged and begged to go. My Grandpa Sanderson is a Pall burrier for lots of funerals. Grandpa likes to fish and hunt, but Mom says that funerals are his favorite indoor sport. He gets to see lots of people, and they tell each other stories. Anyway, I figured it would be fine to go.


When we got there, I saw the casket. Mom and I walked past it, and there was Mrs. Thiessen laying there. She looked blue to me. The preacher had them close the lid and wheel her to the front of the Church. I know he said lots of nice things about her, but I couldn’t really concentrate. They finally sang “Beyond the Sunset,” and it was over. On the way out, we walked by the casket again. I was glad they kept the lid closed. I God blessed her and hurried on by.

That night, Mom had all of the ladies over to play bridge. I didn’t want to go to bed, because I was afraid that I would die in my sleep like Mrs. Thiesen. I tried everything I could think of to stay awake. I kept calling for Mom and the first couple of times she came to see what was wrong. I even got to sleep in her bed. She soon realized that I wasn’t going to sleep, and told me to go to the kitchen. I got to have some pie she made for the ladies. I got a piece of cream o cheese o cherry pie, and a piece of lemon chiffon pie. That’s what she makes every time and I love them both. Mom took me back to bed and told me to count sheep so I wouldn’t think about dying.

It will be a long time before I stop jumping from the doorway to the bed. I have to do that because you never know when someone might be underneath the bed and grab you. I loved Mrs. Thiessen, but I hope my funeral days are over for awhile.

I’m going to have to go to bed soon. Mom and Dad are gone and Billy is watching me. I’m going to try to go to sleep fast, before he goes to his room downstairs. I probably should have waited to write this story another time, when more people were home. I’m sure the lady would have let me.

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9 thoughts on “Murdo Girl…Mrs. Thiessen

  1. Valerie Halla March 30, 2016 / 2:33 am

    Yum- cherry o cheese o pie! And Aunt Loretta’s lemon bars! Heavenly.

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  2. Patti March 30, 2016 / 5:31 pm

    Hi Mary–I’m enjoying your memories. I’m so glad someone sent me the link to your blog.
    Anither Murdo girl,
    Patti Dykstra Arnieri


    • SeeYa Soon March 30, 2016 / 6:10 pm

      Bill is going to be so excited you’re reading the stories Patti. Good to hear from you.


  3. countrygirl57 March 30, 2016 / 8:07 pm

    Always an uplifting read for me!! Just reading and grinning!!😃😊😊

    Sent from my iPhone


    Liked by 1 person

    • SeeYa Soon March 30, 2016 / 8:36 pm

      Thanks Pat. It’s uplifting for me to write. Even if it’s about funerals.


  4. Clarice Roghair March 31, 2016 / 9:28 pm

    I left Jones County before I was two years old, but many of the folks you write about are familiar names. Published the Coyote for nearly 15 years, too, but it is hard to believe how many folks I do NOT know who now live around the county. I came back to west Jones County nearly 51 years ago to teach school north of Okaton, and never left.


    • SeeYa Soon April 1, 2016 / 6:22 am

      Thanks for your comment Clarice! I’m having so much fun writing about Murdo


    • SeeYa Soon April 1, 2016 / 6:28 am

      Well, they help bury people don’t they? Quit making fun of me or I’ll tell Mom.


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