We received so many comments about “Murdo Girl…The visit,” and Sanderson’s Store, we decided to give the little Murdo Girl a much needed break. (You have no idea how hard she works.) Today’s post is a compilation of some of the memories M.E. and Mary Sanderson’s Grandsons have of the store. These thoughts were gathered by our cousin Valerie Leckey a few years back. Valerie has also provided many of the photos you see in “Murdo Girl.”
The Cousins Recall their Sanderson’s Store Memories
From Left: Greg Miller, Terry Sanderson, Blake Haverberg, Jeff H. Sanderson, Bobby Haverberg, Billy Francis (Mark Sanderson probably took the picture)
Jeff H. Sanderson
Someone told Grandpa Sanderson that he would never do as well as Burnham, (the previous owner). It may have been one of those darn bankers. It was not a bed of roses when he started out, as I remember he said some days they would go all day without a customer. I believe Grandpa bought it around 1930 which were tough times. I just thought about that lately. I never remember Grandpa once saying that it was during the depression. As long as I can remember, he was always very positive and always saw the glass half full. He built up quite a business at the store as later he even sold tractors (Minneapolis Moline Tractors) and other farm equipment. Leroy Fedderson, (who was one year older than me), and I enjoyed working with Uncle Al. He took us out fishing one night to Grand Coulee, a large stock dam south of Okaton and we had a lot of fun.
One of my favorite stories is when Bobby and Blake Haverberg, (the Michigan cousins), and one of their friends, came out to South Dakota and were staying above the store. They drove nonstop, got in about 8:00 a.m. and Grandpa had them out at the fishing dam around 9:00 a.m., brought them in about 9:30 p.m. and they were all beet red. As Blake was heading up those long stairs, he hollered back at my Dad to not let Grandpa near them until 2:00 p.m. the next day!
There was a vent on the floor of the apartment, above the counter at Sanderson’s store. I used to lower a string down to the counter. Uncle Al, who was working in the store at the time, would tie a piece of penny candy onto the bottom of the string, and I would pull it up through the vent! I worked at the store for four summers, starting when I was 11. Aunt Tet (grandpa’s sister) was always my favorite. I couldn’t wait for the next morning when we got to talk about the baseball game we had listened to on the radio the night before. Tet loved noon hour when the kids came in for penny candy. She did not go to lunch until 1:00 p.m. after the kids had gone back to school.
Grandma Mary Sanderson in the living quarters, and Aunt Tet Sanderson, Grandpa’s sister, who worked at the store for many years with Sandy, Grandpa’s brother, and Melitha, his sister, both from Iowa
There were lots of family get togethers up above the store in Grandma and Grandpa’s living quarters, and I recall playing on the open roof area behind the living area.