The little Murdo Girl was trying to list all the families with or without kids, who live South of 16, but she was worried she might leave someone out. I think it’s safe to say the number is bigger than you might think. Great kids have been raised all over Murdo. There are even a few from North of the highway. (The Little Murdo Girl claims both sides.)
Dottie West sings a song that goes like this; “I feel sorry for anyone who isn’t me tonight.” Let’s change that up just a little, and sing Murdo’s praises. “I feel sorry for anyone who isn’t a Murdoite. You might think I’m wrong, but you ain’t right.”
Well, Dad had a talk with me about the sales tax can. I’m sure Mom made him do it. He said even though we don’t pay it in change, we still have to give the money to the Government. I’m not supposed to treat the can like it’s free money. Now I have to ask first. I was going to argue with him a little, and tell him the can is my only source of money now, since I can’t charge my candy at Sanderson’s Store anymore. Then, I decided it wouldn’t be a smart move.
I went to my cousin Mark’s house after school today. We made chocolate chip cookies and ate the whole batch. We like to cook over there. Sometimes, we even make bread.
There are a lot of things to do at my Aunt Irma and Uncle Jeff’s house. I’ll make a list.
1) They have 2 playhouses with more than one room.
2) Pogo sticks (very fun)
3) Rubber guns that Uncle Jeff made… long or short barrels made from wooden paint stirring sticks, rubber ammunition made from innertubes, and clothespins. You stretch the rubber strip over the barrel and hold it with the glued on clothespin. You shoot by pressing on the clothespin. It sends the rubber strip flying.
4) They have a stock tank they fill with water in the summer. (It’s harder to get an invite to float in the stock tank, than to swim in the pool at the Graham Motor Lodge.)
5) There’s a swing- set in the backyard, but we don’t play on that much anymore.
6) Uncle Jeff tied a barrel between 2 trees and we ride it like a bucking bronco. it’s on the lot between Grandma and Grandpa’s house and their house.
Not only are there lots of things to do, Aunt Irma is pretty smart, and she answers questions. When we were in the 5th grade, Jimmy K. showed the teacher, Mrs. Poppe, the finger, and got in major trouble. We didn’t know what that meant, so we asked Aunt Irma about it. She said, it meant a word so bad, even big time cussers can’t say it (not her exact words), and to never make that gesture. She also said not to pay any attention to Jimmy K.
We don’t listen to Jimmy, but sometimes, if the weather is bad, and no one is home, we call people on the phone. (We call Okaton people or someone we don’t know that lives in the country.) We disguise our voices and pretend we’re a long lost friend or an Army buddy from the past. Once Mark had a guy going for 20 minutes. The poor guy was trying so hard to remember his friend from a long time ago. For shorter calls, we ask them if their refrigerator is running. If they say yes, we tell them to go catch it, then hang up.
I have a lot of fun at the Bork’s too. They live kitty-corner from Grandma and Grandpa, and across from Uncle Jeff and Aunt Irma.
Marge Bork pretty much saved my life once. I was only about two, and Mom left me in the car while she ran into Marge’s house to tell her something. It took longer than she thought, because she had to act it out and everything. All of a sudden Marge saw the car backing down the driveway with me at the wheel. She yelled, “Loretta, there goes your car!” Mom got out there and caught up with me before I hit anything.
There are so many Moms that help keep track of the kids who live, or just play, South of 16. Agnes Johnson helped me once. I wrecked the bike I was riding, and skinned up my knee on the gravel road in front of her house. She saw me out there in the road crying and took me into her house to clean and bandage my wound. Mrs. Johnson doesn’t have any kids at home, but I don’t know if she has grown ones.
Aunt Emily Sanderson is a good Aunt too. I already wrote about when I cut my hand, and she took me to Dr. Murphy.
There are at least 50 kids that live South of 16. On second thought, maybe even 75. The Oldencamps have 12. Their names are, Bessie, Mary Ann, Benjamin, Gertie, Linda, Henrietta, Pauline, Bertha (she’s in my class), Dorie, Betty, Bobby, and Freddie. Every one of them is super smart.
I really owe Dorie an apology. One time, before we moved to the Motel, Dorie was at my house, and we were really having fun. I asked Mom if Dorie could spend the night. Mom said no, because we had company, and she was too busy. Well, I didn’t accept that, and I fixed up some hay bales we had in the garage (for my horse Governor), and gave Dorie some blankets. I told her I would bring her food later. It took me awhile to sneak the food, so when I finally got out to the garage, Dorie wasn’t there. I looked around, and saw her running down the alley, headed for home. Sorry Dorie, if I were you, I would have escaped from me too.
Happy Mother’s Day to all the Moms South of 16, even the ones on the other streets. North of 16 has good Moms too. Thank you for keeping us safe, and teaching us things.