Murdo Girl…Up..up and away

They say life happens while we’re busy making plans. Our little miss Murdo Girl is experiencing just that. I’m sure as she gets older, she will have many opportunities to learn how to roll with the punches. Her parents advised her to be grateful for every second of every minute, and I think that’s pretty good advise. I can’t wait to see what lies ahead.



You are not going to believe what happened!! Western Airlines went on strike. I had it made in the shade. I had worked really hard all summer, bought some Connie like clothes, and was almost ready for my transformation. All that remained was for me to get my hair cut. Murdo High School here I come! Even if Western Airlines resolved their problems, it was too late for me to make the trip to New York. My cousins would have to get to know me another time. Whew!!


Two weeks before school started the strike was over. My Uncle called my Mom and said he could get me on a flight. I could still come for two weeks, and I would only miss one week of school.

“What did you say? I would miss a whole week of school?”

Mom and Dad made the decision I should go. Mom called the Murdo High School Superintendent, Mr. Haugland, to let him know I would be missing school. Mom asked him if he thought the airplanes would be safe? “They have been sitting there for over two months,” she said.

To which Mr. Haugland replied, “I’m sure their planes will be ready to go, and they’ll be as safe as any other airplane.”

Mom said, “So you don’t think it will crash then?”

Mr. Haugland said, “Well Loretta, I’m not going to guarantee anything, I’d feel responsible if something did happen. You would say it was all my fault.”

Do you know what I did? I threw a walleyed fit. That’s what I did. No one was going to make me get on a broken down airplane, and no one was going to make me miss my very first week of high school.

This was not the way it was supposed to go.

Well, both Mom and Dad said I was going, and I had better appreciate every second of every minute. It was very nice of my Uncle to do this. It would be a wonderful experience they said; and that was the end of that!

A couple of days later, my Uncle called with the information about the trip. I would have a seven hour layover in Chicago, but he said not to worry because a guy he knows would pick me up and spend the whole seven hours with me. This was sounding worse and worse.

I made it to Chicago, and I wanted to kneel down and kiss the ground. My Uncle’s friend was really nice and even took me to a place called Shaky’s Pizza. It was a treat for me, because we don’t have any cafes in Murdo that make pizza. It even had a player piano and some other neat stuff. He was going to drive around and show me more of Chicago, but it was raining cats and dogs, a real downpour, and I had to get on another broken down airplane.

What do you know, I made it to New York.  My Uncle Chuck met me and then told me to sit at this little table outside a restaurant and wait for him. He had to find a pay phone and make a couple of business calls before we left the airport. He asked me twice if I wanted a pop or something and I said no thank you.

Well, after he left, a waiter came and set a glass of pop on the table. It looked really good. It had a little umbrella in it and everything . I guessed my Uncle must have known he would be a while, so he decided he’d get me something to drink even though I said no thank you. I took a drink of it, and couldn’t decide what kind of pop it was, so I drank some more. About then, my uncle came back, picked up the glass, stared at it for a minute, then sat down and drank it while he made some notes on his little pad.

I think we both realized at the same time what had happened. It was his drink and it was spiked! He must have been wondering why his glass wasn’t full. Uncle Chuck didn’t say anything, and neither did I. It had been a long day, and suddenly I was so tired, I could barely keep my eyes open.

This is me in front of my Uncle’s house with my Connie like dress and Connie like shoes I got from Aldens Catalog. This was before we went to the beauty shop.

 pool and tennis courts. My cousins Abby and Paul are good tennis players. I tried it once and didn’t like it, so I swam all the time.

This is me..My cousins get to swim in this huge pool whenever they want to.

One night, they had a guy whose name is Ron Weiner, over for dinner. He is a photographer for Life Magazine. My Aunt Barbara fixed a fancy dinner because Mr. Weiner is such a big deal, I guess. I wore my Connie like dress and shoes because my Aunt said we had to dress up.

My Dad’s brother, Uncle Chuck with Aunt Barbara and my cousins Abby and Paul


This is my cousin Abby and me. I hate this orange swimming suit

The last day I was there, they had a swimming contest in their big Olympic pool. It has lanes divided by rope and everything. Well I entered a race and I was even a little ahead of everybody for a while. I got excited and really put the pedal to the metal. I was splashing so much water I couldn’t see and veered a little. I was in one of the end lanes, and all of a sudden I banged my head really hard on the side of the pool. I came in last I think.

These were the judges for the swim races

So, I’m sitting on the airplane now waiting to fly back. If I survive, I’ll be going to my first day of high school tomorrow. I have a huge black and blue knot on my head that my fifth grader bangs won’t cover up even if I scotch tape them to my forehead until they dry.

This was not the way it was supposed to go.

With Uncle Chuck…Spearfish Canyon, on our way to a Murdo All School Reunion


14 thoughts on “Murdo Girl…Up..up and away

  1. countrygirl57 May 24, 2016 / 7:57 pm

    Laughing!! 😄😀😀. Love the judges!

    Sent from my iPhone


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  2. Valerie Halla May 24, 2016 / 8:00 pm

    I like this chapter especially because it shows Murdo Gal away from her small town life. Fantastic experience to visit New York and UNCLE CHUCK and family but to a girl just ready to start high school, it’s the pits. These pictures are so beautiful! Thanks for giving us another aspect of Life away from Murdo.


    • Mary Francis McNinch May 24, 2016 / 8:05 pm

      Thanks cuz…I really thought something was going to happen to prevent me from going to high school.


    • Mary Francis McNinch May 24, 2016 / 8:19 pm

      Connie Jackson was a junor when I was a freshman. Her Dad, Bill worked on the Bork ranch, and her Mother, Alice worked at Mack’s Cafe. The family moved to town when Connie was a freshman. Her brother, Eddie was in my class. Connie was who I wanted to be. Eddie was a star athelete.


      • lifelessons May 24, 2016 / 8:25 pm

        She was adorable. I remember her. Was Isabel Jackson her older sister or her aunt? She was beautiful as well.


      • Mary Francis McNinch May 24, 2016 / 8:33 pm

        Yes Isabel was Bill Jackson’s sister and she was very beautiful.


      • lifelessons May 25, 2016 / 12:30 am

        Did she marry one of the Valberg brothers? Was it Bill? Or Dale?


      • Mary Francis McNinch May 25, 2016 / 6:50 am

        I think Isabel married Dale Valberg. Did you know Bill’s brother Jackie Jackson? I think it’s his daughter Calista that reads this blog.


      • lifelessons May 25, 2016 / 3:13 pm

        It sounds familiar. What was his wife’s name? This blog is like gossiping over the back fence! Ha. As though anyone had fences in Murdo.


      • Mary Francis McNinch May 25, 2016 / 3:43 pm

        I think they called her Bunny..The fans will start ignoring the story and reading the gossip..Ha!


      • lifelessons May 25, 2016 / 3:54 pm

        Or contributing to it! Patti found out about your blog from Marilyn, Mick Penticoff’s wife, who found out about it from Pete’s kids from his second family. Now that isn’t gossip. Just clarification!


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