Murdo Girl…It was good while it lasted

The more I learn about the little Murdo Girl’s life in this small town, the more I understand. She wakes up every day excited about all the new adventures she knows she will experience . I think that may be what makes this town called Murdo so exceptional. That doesn’t mean there are no disappointments. That’s part of growing up too.  As her Mother always says, “We shall see what we shall see.”

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Well, I got caught.

I didn’t get caught sneaking out, because I hadn’t left yet. I got caught wearing my school clothes to bed. It was nearing 11:00 o’clock, and I was seconds away from climbing out my window, when I heard Mom coming. Why was she checking on me this late, I wondered. Did she smell a rat?

I realize now, that I did the wrong thing. I pulled the cover’s way up around my neck, and I wasn’t even cold. I didn’t have time to pretend I was asleep either. The light came on and Mom walked over to my bed. She just stood there, with her hands on her hips, and looked at me.

“Hi Mom.” (I tried to sound really tired.) “I was just about to fall asleep,” I said.

“Why do you have your covers way up around your neck?” I didn’t have time to answer, before she yanked my covers down. There I was, dressed in my red sweater, and a plaid skirt that Kitty Reynolds had made for me.

“I think my pajamas are dirty,” I lied.

Well, she walked over to my dresser, and pulled my pajamas out of the drawer. Then, she walked over and tossed them on the bed.

“Mary Constance Francis!” She said, “You are the limit!” Then, she turned around and walked out of my room. I was reminded of what Elaine Magnuson always says when she thinks her Mom is going to be mad. “She will have a fit and fall in it!” Well, Mom didn’t fall in a fit, but I knew she would be checking on me more for a while.

Billy just came in here. He wants to know what I’m writing. I said, “If I tell you, will you play checkers with me?” He nodded his head yes, but I’m not falling for that again. If he doesn’t actually say it, he doesn’t keep his word. He doesn’t think his head is his word. When I tell Mom that, she just shakes her head too. I guess that’s where he learned it from.

“Don’t get your knickers in a twist,” is another thing my friend Elaine says. Anyway, I thought about climbing out the window and meeting Wanda, Sandra, and Linda, because I hated to be the only one not to go. In the end, I decided I had better put my pajamas on and stay home, because I had big plans for tomorrow.

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The next day

I’m going to Cynthia and Suzanne Bork’s house today. We’re going to do our Olympic gymnastics routines. We take turns performing, and the ones waiting their turn, watch. I get kind of tired of watching. Those routines can get really long.

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From left. Karli Sorenson, Mark Sanderson, Andrea Miller, Me, Cynthia Bork, Lois Lillabridge

 

I know I’m showing alot of baby pictures, but Mom isn’t taking many of me lately. I don’t have a picture of Suzanne. I’ll see if she can give me one. Mom says in these pictures, Billy and I are awkward.

If we get tired of being Olympic gymnasts, Suzanne and/or Cynthia and I , start singing to each other. My favorite song to sing is “Why does the sun go on shining? Why does the sea rush to shore? Don’t they know it’s the end of the world…cause you don’t love me anymore. I wake up in the morning and I wonder”…sorry. If we don’t know all the words, we make them up, or mouth the words to the record. The songs can get really long too. If we get tired of singing, we play Monopoly.

There are so many fun things to do, but there are just not enough hours in the day, and we all have to be home by dark.

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from left: Elna Miller, Andrea, Mom standing behind Greg, Ella Leckey, I don’t recognize the 3 in the back on the right. in front: Me with my pony and puppy, Stephanie 

 

 

10 thoughts on “Murdo Girl…It was good while it lasted

  1. Valerie Halla April 11, 2016 / 9:16 pm

    Great job! Maybe Bob knows who those people are in the last picture. Are they Iowa relatives? I remember so well that dress my mom is wearing! Loved your beautiful house!

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      • sanjuan831 April 11, 2016 / 10:48 pm

        I was maybe playing over at Mark’s. That is Jim Johnson on the right I think.So guess you never wore your school clothes to bed again, huh?

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  2. Patti April 12, 2016 / 9:48 am

    I agree on Jim Johnson. The other male looks like Dwight McCurdy–is that a possibility? I love the photos of all of you; you were all so cute.

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    • Mary Francis McNinch April 12, 2016 / 3:29 pm

      Thanks Patti. Billy is on a fishing trip with his son, so I won’t be talking to him for a few days. Someone suggested the girl might be Rita McCurdy. Did you know her?

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  3. Susan Edwards johnson April 12, 2016 / 3:12 pm

    So fun reading about Murdo girl.

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    • Mary Francis McNinch April 12, 2016 / 3:25 pm

      Thanks Susan. I’m glad to know that others enjoy reading about the little Murdo girl’s chidhood. Are you Don and Rob’s sister?

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  4. Carol Callihan Fairbanks April 12, 2016 / 9:46 pm

    Really enjoying these stories, Mary! I was a “country girl” when I started freshman year in Murdo in 1959, but sure recognize the names. I’ve been gone since 1970 and am looking forward to reunion this summer.

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    • Mary Francis McNinch April 12, 2016 / 10:21 pm

      I’m really looking forward to the reunion too…Billy graduated in 1962. Was he in your class or ahead of you?

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  5. Patti April 13, 2016 / 10:36 am

    It doesn’t look like Rita to me. She was 4 or 5 years older than Dwight and I don’t ever temember her with long hair.

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