After reading today’s “paper,” I finally have to ask the question. Does anyone know who is supposed to be watching this little Murdo Girl? I asked her and she said, “Everybody sees me. Most of the time I don’t hide.”
I told the lady that I don’t usually hide, but there was this one time.
I was South of 16 playing with my cousins, and Suzanne and Cynthia Bork. They’re my cousin Mark’s cousins. On my way home, I had to wait a long time to get across Highway 16, because of all the traffic. Finally, I thought I had enough time to run between two trucks. They saw me and had to screech on their brakes a little.
I hadn’t been home very long when I saw Leonard King walking up to our front door. Mr. King is the Sheriff. I knew exactly why he was there. I went to my room and hid in my closet. I sat there on the picture box for a long time. Suddenly, I heard my Dad looking for me. I thought about it and decided I should come out of hiding. Dad didn’t spank me, and he never yells like Mom, but he gave me a good talking to.
No, Dad has never spanked me, but one time he came close. My cousin Andrea was at our house helping Mom. She was sweeping the floor downstairs and I wanted her to play. She ignored me, so I took my baton, and hit her across the shins with it. I knew I wasn’t acting right, but it was too late. Unfortunately, Mom and Dad were both home. Andrea started crying and ran upstairs.
Mom told Dad to spank me good! He took me into the bathroom and shut the door. He said he was disappointed in me, and that I better never do anything like that again. Then he said he wasn’t going to spank me, but it wouldn’t hurt if I acted like he had. He didn’t have to worry. I hate it when Dad knows I’ve been bad. All Mom has to say is, “Wait until your Dad gets home,” and I usually straighten up. I was crying really hard when I had to go tell Mom and Andrea that I was sorry. One thing I know for sure…from now on, I’m not going to fool with anything that has to do with cleaning the basement.
Billy gets to drive now. Mom let’s him go places in her Pontiac. He doesn’t take me unless he has to. The other night I got to go with him to play ice hockey with his friends. It was dark, so a few others brought their cars too. They parked so they could shine the lights on the dam. I stayed in the car until I remembered something Billy told me.
Grandpa, Grandma, and Billy went fishing. Grandma stayed in the car to write some notes while Billy and Grandpa worked their way around the dam. Well, Grandpa forgot to put the car in park, and it started to roll into the water. Grandma got out somehow, and she was sitting on a rock when Grandpa and Billy came back. I forgot to ask Billy if the car rolled all the way to the water. If it did, how did they get it out? I’ll ask him and tell you later.
This is my Grandma Sanderson. You can see Suzanne and Cynthia Bork’s house behind her.
_________________________________________________________________ A couple of my friends came to my house the other day. We had so much fun dressing up in Mom’s formals. She keeps them in a trunk downstairs. She doesn’t know that we play with them, so we try to be really careful.
The suit Mom wore when she and Dad got married is in the trunk too, but it’s an ugly dark green with a brown fur collar. None of us ever wants to wear it. Well, I knew that I was going to be in really big trouble soon. I’m not supposed to have kids over when Mom isn’t home and even if they were gone when she got home, she would know.
My plan was to hurry and wash some dirty dishes that were in the sink. I thought it was a good plan, and Mom wouldn’t be so mad if I helped her out. I decided to get the dishes done before I changed out of my gown. The worst thing happened. I cut my hand on a very sharp knife. I had to think fast before I bled to death. I decided to call my Aunt Emily. She came and got me and took me to Dr. Murphy. I didn’t get stitches, but he put some stuff on it and wrapped it up in a bunch of gauze.
When Aunt Emily got me home, Mom was there. Can you imagine my fear? I could barely breathe. There I was, in Mom’s gown, with a cut hand. I just couldn’t think fast enough to come up with a plan to get me out of trouble. What Mom said really surprised me. She yelled, “WHY ON EARTH DID YOU CALL EMILY?” This was after Aunt Emily left of course. I thought fast and I said, “Because I knew she would be home.” I can’t tell you everything Mom said, because I was in shock and I can’t remember. Let’s just say it was a bad day all around, and she will probably tell Dad.
I should have remembered the time Grandpa Sanderson ate with us and halfway through the meal he said, “Say, do you know who the best cook is?” Mom smiled and said, “Who?” Grandpa said, “Emily.” Mom was NOT happy. Emily is a good cook, but I could see another noontime fight coming.
Everybody liked the picture of Billy and his friends when they were Boy Scouts. Sheila Brunskill and Sharon Ivory helped me out with the names.
Left to right…Greg Brunskill (troop leader), Tommy Olsen, Donny Nash, Jimmy Judd, Walt Anderson, Terry Tornow, (troop leader), Billy Francis, Obie Brunskill, and behind, in the cowboy hat, is Paul Anderson, Walt’s Dad.