Murdo Girl…Just one bite

I asked the Little Murdo Girl, what happened to her idea of spending this week honoring Mothers? She said, “There are five Moms in this story. One of them even saved my life.”


Mom and I took the bus to Mitchell to see her friend Pearl. It took a long time to get there, but I didn’t care. The bus stopped a bunch of times and different people got off and on. I’m a real people watcher, so I enjoyed myself.

I think maybe Mom wanted to travel down Highway 16 back to the Corn Palace. Like I said in another paper, she was Miss Highway 16 when she was 18, and she got to go to the World’s only Corn Palace. It’s got millions of corn cobs glued to the whole outside.

As we were traveling down the highway, I thought about what my cousin Blake said about Mom and the highway needing a few repairs. I know it didn’t make Mom mad, because she’s told that story 100 times. Blake wasn’t very happy that day anyway, because he had been golfing at the Murdo Golf Course, and lost all his golf balls. Blake is funny, but I think his older brother Bobby is smarter and slightly cuter. (Their last name is Haverberg and they live in Michigan.)

1-Helen Victory Chart
2nd from the right is Helen Sanderson Haverberg, Mom’s sister. She is a very good Mom and also kind of famous (like my Mom)

Bobby and Blake have two little sisters, Sue and Trice. They stay at our house sometimes when they come for a visit. Once Sue told me she didn’t like to go to Sunday School. I asked her why, and she said,”Because you have to pay.” I think I know where she got confused.

Mrs. Gene Thomas is my Sunday School teacher at the Methodist Church in Murdo. One Sunday, she was talking about how it’s easier for a camel to get through the eye of a needle than for a rich man to enter the Kingdom of Heaven. I asked Mrs. Thomas why all the rich people don’t just give up? She told us that the needle mentioned in the verse, isn’t the kind you sew with. It’s a narrow passage through some mountains.

It’s hard for people with a lot of wealth, not to worship their money. Sue is still pretty little, and probably doesn’t have a good teacher like Mrs. Thomas. Anyway, riding on a bus gives you lots of time to think about stuff.

When we got to Mitchell, Pearl picked us up at the bus station, and took us to her house. I didn’t know Pearl, but mom has known her for a long time.I think she worked for Pearl and her husband Ray (Schultz), at a Texaco gas station across from Mack’s Cafe in Murdo. Anyway, the next morning, Pearl fixed us breakfast. When she put my plate in front of me, I said, “The egg doesn’t seem quite cooked.” Mom piped up and said, “Pearl made you some good poached eggs on toast. Take a bite.” I was kind of surprised that a nice lady like Pearl would steal someone’s eggs, and I wasn’t sure I wanted to eat them. I looked at Mom and she was glaring, then I looked at Pearl, and she was waiting. I ate a few bites, then Pearl gave me some jam to put on the other piece of toast.


The World’s Only Corn Palace


After breakfast, we decided to go sight seeing. Pearl stopped and picked up her friend, who knows a lot about Mitchell. Her name is Hazel and she seemed really interested in what Mom and I had to say. She answered our questions, and told us all about the Corn Palace. I got to looking at Hazel later, and I realized that her eyebrows had fallen out and she had to draw them back on. She had them shaped like a half circle, which made her look interested, or surprised even if she wasn’t. (Don’t get me wrong, Hazel is a very pretty lady.)


When we got back to Pearl’s house, Mom  and Pearl talked and talked. They had a lot of ground to cover. I don’t know most of the people in their stories, and I got bored. It was a nice day, so I asked Mom if I could go outside for a while. I walked around some and didn’t see one person, so I started back to Pearl’s. It was time for “As the World Turns,” and I was thinking I could ask Mom and Pearl if I could watch it.

I was headed for the back door, when I saw a kid on a swing, that hung from a huge tree. I walked over to say hi, but before I could, a dog about as big as I have ever seen, came running for me. He was tied up with a long chain, but I saw him too late to get far enough away. He jumped on me and bit me in the stomach. I screamed, and the little kid’s Mom came running with a broom. Thankfully,the dog moved enough for me to get away. His teeth had barely cut through the skin, but the doctor that Pearl called, said the dog would have to be kept quarantined for two weeks. It takes that long to find out if he has rabies. Everything happened so fast, I was able to watch the last 15 minutes of “As the World Turns.”

The next day, we took the bus home. I like Pearl, and most of her food was good. I just had one regret. Bob Hope was at the Corn Palace, and it sure would have been fun to see him. I hear he’s really funny. Hazel told us he’s been wearing a girdle ever since his wife found it in the glove compartment.

Bob Hope



9 thoughts on “Murdo Girl…Just one bite

  1. countrygirl57 May 3, 2016 / 7:51 pm

    Love the “poached” egg story.. Made me laugh!!😄😄😄😄😄

    Sent from my iPhone



  2. Teresa Palmer May 3, 2016 / 8:39 pm

    Another good one-just love the little surprises you have in those stories…poached eggs! The eyebrows…oh my, just make me smile!

    Liked by 1 person

    • Mary Francis McNinch May 3, 2016 / 8:43 pm

      I was a little strange as a kid..not now though…:) I really enjoy your comments Teresa..Thanks


  3. Valerie Halla May 3, 2016 / 9:21 pm

    Thanks for the picture of Aunt Helen! What a darling story of a memorable trip to Mitchell, SD.

    Liked by 1 person

    • Mary Francis McNinch May 3, 2016 / 9:26 pm

      I wish I knew why we took the bus..I have always remembered it as the 1st time I ever had poached you Cuz


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