I told the Little Murdo Girl that she could write this little wrap up, but I would rather she focus more on the people that make Murdo such a special place. I hope all those reading her stories, will help me out by encouraging her to stay on track…Thank you.
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A person who knows Billy, read my story yesterday and said I was no better than Mom and Billy or their driver, because Suzanne and I stole crabapple from Mr. Mowell’s trees. I don’t want to split hairs, but the crabapple incident wasn’t a mother/daughter caper. You have to watch Mom, she can get you into trouble. Then again, she hardly ever gets caught! I also found out from the “person,”that the other perp involved in heisting corn, was my Aunt Elna, and they were in Ben Dykstra’s corn field.
That wraps up that story, but there’s more. I can’t divulge my source, but Mom and some of her friends went to Pierre. (This all happened before my time.) They also took Billy. He was still pretty young. On the way home, they all stopped at the Silver Spur in Ft. Pierre. They serve alcoholic beverages there, but they just wanted to use the bathroom. Wouldn’t you know it? Billy couldn’t get the bathroom door open right away, which kind of scared him. Well, he finally got out and back to the table where all the ladies were sitting. They decided to stay a short while, because it was cool in there, and hot outside. Shortly thereafter, they headed back to Murdo.
Well, it must have been memorable to Billy, because when he saw Grandpa a few days later, he told him he went to Ft. Pierre, and they went to a place where the cowboys drink their pop.
I told the lady, I realize this won’t be counted as a paper. I just knew you all might be wondering.
They had to take the door down because they could not explain to me how to unlock the door. Also, I believe the ladies were drinking the same pop in the Silver Spur as the cowboys!
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Oh man! I wish I had known that. It would have made the story even better!
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Pink plastic curlers..I complained if they weren’t equally tight. She said I went around all week looking like a rag muffin, then complained that the curlers weren’t right. I sat on a chair stacked with catalogues while she put the curlers in.
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Cowboys do love their pop! You are a doll in that sweet picture. How did your Mom fix your hair like that!?
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