Murdo Girl…The swimming dam

I’m going to work more with the little Murdo Girl as she writes her papers. Her cousin, Valerie, proofs each one, and we make corrections as needed. We discovered, however, that once the paper is posted, the edits don’t carryover for the email readers, as it does on Facebook. (Whatever that is.) She loves that you read her stories. I think she might want to be a writer when she grows up.


Billy and his car..I’ve got to find more Billy Pictures

Well, the lady told me that I wrote too much yesterday. She also said I should come up with a better ending for the Falling Rocks story. She said it didn’t make sense that a tribe of Indians would put up signs when they can’t find an Indian Princess. It’s my dad’s story, and I forgot to ask him how it ended.


Mom and Dad drove to California to take Billy a car and I got to go with them. I missed a few days of 5th grade, but that’s okay, because Mrs. Poppe is Mom’s good friend.

It was a very long drive. When we drove through the desert, it was so hot, we made Dad stop and get a bag of ice. We put it on the floor in the back, and Mom and I put our bare feet on it. It made it a little better, but we were sure glad when the sun went down.

I had some fun while I was there. My Uncle John has a swimming pool, so I got to swim whenever I wanted to. One day when I was swimming, I heard my Uncle Chuck, who was also visiting, tell Dad that I was a handicapped swimmer. I was sure glad Dad asked him what he meant, because I wanted to know too. He said it was because I always hold my nose when I go under water. He said I couldn’t dive off the diving board very well either.

You want to know something? I swallowed alot of water at first, but I never held my nose the rest of the time I was there. I never will again either. I’m a pretty strong swimmer, and I know better than to hold my nose.

Mrs. Sandy was my first grade teacher. Her husband Pink Sandy, has taught a whole lot of Murdo kids how to swim. I’m one of them. In the summertime,  he takes as many of us as he can fit in his car to the swimming dam East of Murdo.

Mr. Sandy makes floats out of big cans and rope. We tie them around our waist, and they help us float until we can swim on our own. When we get so we can swim pretty well, he lets us jump off the wood dock. We can do cannon balls and everything. He watches us closely, so we don’t do dangerous things, or horse around too much. The only thing I don’t like about the swimming dam is the moss. It can get pretty thick sometimes and it’s easy to get tangled up in it.

These are some ladies that I know..I don’t have any pictures of Pink Sandy or the swimming dam

I’m making this short and sweet tonight. I hope everyone is having a nice week-end.

P.S. I don’t count the lessons at The Graham Motor Lodge. We mostly learned how to tread water for a long time.








13 thoughts on “Murdo Girl…The swimming dam

  1. Valerie Halla April 16, 2016 / 7:25 pm

    I did not know that Pink Sandy taught kids in Murdo how to swim! That is wonderful! I think I remember the car they gave to Billy. Was it a small white Ford?

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  2. countrygirl57 April 16, 2016 / 8:16 pm

    My smiles for Saturday night. 😊😊😊. Another great story!!

    Sent from my iPhone


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  3. Teresa Palmer April 16, 2016 / 8:19 pm

    How did we ever survive traveling with no air conditioning? Probably the same way we lived without it in our homes! Enjoyed your swimming story!


  4. Rob Edwards April 16, 2016 / 9:41 pm

    I enjoy your stories, you are right about the East dam. Went swimming with the Thomas boys, Joe & Alex, at a Dam north of White River, Deep and Cold!

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  5. Sara Seymour Speer April 18, 2016 / 9:52 am

    I wondered why the swimming dam was called that…then Dad told me why…

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