I wrote the following blog last year on my 64th birthday. I’m turning 65 on December 31st. I am re-posting my comments, not because I think it’s particularly good, but because we Christmas shopped all day, and when I got home, the internet was down. It just came back up.

I rather enjoyed reading it again. It made me think about all the people in the world who feel they’re insignificant in the scheme of things. That’s not true. We all count.

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I couldn’t sleep and I started thinking. After 64 years, there is a lot of life to contemplate. Here is how little oldish me has changed the course of history.

If I had not been born:

Mason and Craig are children I gave birth to. Mason Jr. And Ethan were born in Wyoming. Mason moved back there after living with us in Wyoming, California, and Texas. Craig’s children, Olivia and Charlie, wouldn’t have been born if Kip and I had not married and moved to Texas. Craig married a Texas girl.

Mike, Nikki, Seamus, and Hudson would not have been born because Heidi and Heather, who became my daughters (lovingly shared with me by their Mother Dianne), would not have lived in Colorado and Texas. Both girls live in Texas now. All future offspring are who they are, because Kip and I got married. All of our children’s in-laws would not have all of those beautiful grandchildren and great-grandchildren (we have three GGrandies.. Skyler, Griffin, and Ryan Constance). Lives would have been different that’s for sure, and it spans the generations.

Look how much the Queen has affected my life and she probably doesn’t even know it.

Ask yourself this. How many lives would be different if you had not been born? Who would miss you most if you disappeared tomorrow? We all have at least one of the following currently in our lives: spouse, brother, sister, friend, enemy, cousin, grandchild, co-worker, in-law, employer, teacher, aunt, uncle and there’s that list of people who’s lives you have touched and didn’t even know it. Then there are the animals. The numbers add up as life goes on.

Who would be the one to think about all the things you said and did the most? I really contemplated this. There were some amens and some uh-ohs.

Life is short and life is long. So many people have touched me and maybe didn’t realize how much it affected me one way or the other.

If you’re reading this, you are either a relative or a friend.. or both. Thank you for touching my life in the most positive way. You warm my heart and I want you to know that!

When I was growing up, and I would say something to Mom like, “I wish Christmas would hurry up and get here, or I can’t wait until I’m 16 so I can drive,” she would always tell me not to wish my life away. I would always say, “You’re right Mom, I hope time drags on forever.” I didn’t really say it, but I thought it.

There were other times when I was going through a situation I felt was hopeless, and she would say, “This too shall pass.”

Billy Francis, Loretta and Gus Gustafson, Ella Leckey, Valerie Leckey Halla and children

This morning, I talked to my cousin Valerie, aka Lav, aka Next Vice Pres, and sometimes Queen. She told me today was her Mom’s birthday and she still missed her every single day.

When I think of Aunt Ella, who was my Mom’s sister, as well as Valerie’s Mom, I think about these things.

She was smart, and also wise. I never heard her raise her voice in anger; however she did raise her voice in laughter. She had the Sanderson voice that gets high and squeaky when they talk excitedly or laugh. Mom didn’t have it, but Grandpa, Uncle Jeff, and Uncle Wayne, all had it. My brother Billy has it too. It’s a delightful family uniqueness to inherit.

Aunt Ella loved cars. When someone would say they saw “so and so” from out of town, she would say, “What kind of car were they driving?” When we were kids, she drove a 1958 Ford. It was pink. I don’t know if she wanted a pink car or if it just turned out that way. I do know it had nothing to do with Mary Kay.

Aunt Ella was driving her pink car the day she tracked me down at another cousin’s house. Valerie and I had been riding horses and playing rawhide. We’d been herding Aske’s milk cows for most of the day. I left Valerie way out there in the country while I rode bareback to town to pick up some food and supplies. We were having so much fun, we had decided to camp out, which we never would have gotten away with anyway. By the time I got to town, I was no longer in the mood to ride all the way back, so I put my horse up and went to my cousin Mark’s house to play with all the kids there. Shortly thereafter, Aunt Ella drove up in her pink car. She asked me where Valerie was. When I told her she was at Aske’s, she said for me to get in the car, so I could help her find Aske’s. She didn’t get mad, but her voice was a little high and squeaky.

She also loved clothes and she had the figure to wear her favorite styles. Valerie might correct me, but I would describe Aunt Ella’s style as classic. Her clothes were timeless and always appropriate for the occasion. It wasn’t that she bought a ton of clothes, but what she did buy was of the very best quality. I text Valerie an old fuzzy picture of the family Christmas Eve in 1961. I didn’t know who the lady sitting by Aunt Tet was. She said it was her Mom. I doubted it until Val said, “I recognize the dress. She had that dress until the day she died.”

Mom and Aunt Ella were good friends. They didn’t call South Dakota much, but they called each other daily. They both lived in California, however they didn’t live in the same area code so it was still a long distance call.  I think in their minds they figured since they both lived in California, it was a lot cheaper, if not free to call each other.

When Grandpa had one of his four daughter’s with him, and someone said his daughter was a beauty, he would say he had three more just like her at home. He was right.

Mom was speaking the truth when she said not to wish time would pass quickly. When I think about friends, and especially family, who no longer walk this earth, I wish I had appreciated them more. I wish I had told them, (and showed them), I loved them more often. When Mom said, “this too shall pass.” I thought she was only talking about bad times, but good times pass by quickly too. That is the cycle of life.

Mom, Ella and Helen

I still have a beautiful family and wonderful friends to appreciate and love. My step-father, Gus who was married to Mom 38 years, is coming from California to spend Christmas with us. I intend to spend every precious minute I can appreciating and showing that wonderful man how much we love him.

Happy birthday in Heaven Aunt Ella. Thank you for giving me this message. I really needed it today.

We’ll see you and Mom someday, but in the meantime your daughters are having a pretty great time walking the earth.

I’ve been feeling nostalgic recently. I think because I am working on a Christmas project that I hope turns out like I want it to. It involves going through a lot of old photographs, and the whole thing is taking up a lot of my time. I get so into it that before I know it, the day is history. Meanwhile, I’m behind on everything else. Christmas is going to get here whether I’m ready or not. Oh, to be young and stupid again. I’m talking about myself back in the days when I didn’t worry like I do now. (It was back before we called worry.. stress.) I don’t think I’ve told you about my first Christmas as a married 18 year old. If I did, I don’t remember it so you shouldn’t either.

I got married in October and decided to have my husband’s side of the family plus Grandpa Sanderson for Christmas dinner at my house in Draper. Keep in mind, 2 months before then I called my Mom and asked her how to get everything cooked at the same time. I was making pork chops, mashed potatoes and canned corn for supper. She sort of walked me through it over the phone.

When I was growing up, I never so much as warmed up a can of soup. Both of my parents were good cooks. When Mom and Gus got married, he learned how to cook too. Why mess with what’s working right? I wasn’t all that lazy. It just never occurred to me to learn how to make my own meal.

(I have to take some of that back, or you’ll catch me lying. My cousin Mark and I made chocolate chip cookies after school sometimes, so I knew how to make really good chocolate chip cookies.)

I was undaunted by the challenge of making turkey with all the fixings. I found some recipes and bought everything I thought I needed at the grocery store. Christmas Eve was at Aunt Elna and Uncle Jerry Miller’s house that year. I was having a great time and was in no hurry to leave. That’s before I told Aunt Irma that I was having around 10 people for Christmas dinner the next day. She asked me what I had put in my stuffing. I told her nothing yet, but I planned to make it with celery, onion, butter, bread crumbs, and seasoning. Just like the recipe said.

Jeff and Irma Sanderson

 Aunt Irma and Harold Thune were Grand Marshalls of the Reunion parade last July. The second photo is of Aunt Irma and Uncle Jeff Sanderson

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“You haven’t started cooking yet?” she exclaimed!

“Christmas isn’t until tomorrow and everything sounds pretty easy to make. I do have the turkey thawing in the refrigerator,” I added.

“Mary,” She said. “It takes a long time to make turkey dressing. You have to dice up all of the celery and onion, then you have to cook it for awhile in butter and some stock. I hope you have torn up all the bread and it’s drying out! What else are you having?” She seemed kind of worried, and slightly amused by my predicament.

It was about that time, I decided we had better go home. When I got there, I did just as Aunt Irma “suggested.” I cut up two cups of celery and chopped up some onion. My hands were cramping by this time. Then I melted butter. I didn’t even know what vegetable or any other kind of stock was, so I cooked the celery and onion in the butter. It took a long time to get tender. I knew enough not to boil it, so I put it on low and went into the living room to watch a little television. I woke up to the smell of burning celery, onion, and butter.

Well, I was bound and determined to make a good turkey dinner, so I started all over again. I have no idea why I had purchased so much celery and onion, but luck was on my side. I stayed awake this time, and made what turned out to be some pretty good stuffing. Then I looked at the ingredients for the raspberry jello salad that Mom always made. I noticed the recipe said you mixed up sour cream and marshmallows and let them sit out all night. The next day, you beat it up until it’s smooth and put it on the jello/raspberry mixture that was supposed to be set in the refrigerator. I learned from the jello box what set meant. It meant I had to put the jello part together the night before. The night had already turned into Christmas day, but I made the jello too before calling it a night.

I should mention that Mom and Gus were in California for Christmas that year. She never would have left me in the lurch. The next day I made potatoes and gravy and some kind of vegetable. Other family members brought pies and sweet potatoes. It all tasted good to me.

I guess I’ve always been a last minute lulu. I work well under pressure. I don’t remember if I ever thanked Aunt Irma for saving the day. Like I said. Christmas gets here whether we are ready or not. It isn’t something you can put off for a day or two.

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I was going to make some Christmas cookies this afternoon, but I think I’ll have time to do that in the morning. All I have to do is wrap and mail gifts, most of which I haven’t purchased yet.

I wonder how late the stores are open tonight.

This is my crown hat that my friend Pat made for me. I love it. I wanted to see all sides. With and without glasses!

I ran across this post written after a Christmas gathering at our friends Pat and Jerry’s house back in 2016.. I wanted you to see all of the pictures of their beautiful home. It’s sure to put you in the Christmas Spirit.
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There is also a story…of course.

If I could wish for a gift of talent, I would like to be a singer. I love to sing, but I have no voice. I was in girls chorus and mixed chorus all four years of high school. I even got to sing in a couple of ensembles. I can only speculate all these years later, that Mr. Palmer must have needed someone who wanted to be a singer, to sort of stand there and sing softly. He probably needed someone to fill in at times when he only had 5 and needed 6.

He had to have known I couldn’t sing a lick. Fortunately, I knew enough not to sing bad  loudly.

When I own the fact that I can’t sing, people must sense that it pains me not to be able to raise my voice in song, because someone will always say, “Oh Mary, I bet you have a lovely voice.” The truth is my less than melodic voice has been tested and others have confirmed what I already knew.

You can always count on a 4 yr. old to tell you the truth..even if he’s your own child. My youngest did not like me to sing. I couldn’t even sing along with the radio in the car without making him cry. I didn’t purposefully try to hurt his ears, but sometimes I forgot myself and started to hum a tune or sing some song that had been going through my head. He would cry, “Don’t sing mommy! Please don’t sing.” When he got a little older, occasionally we picked up one of his friends and drove them to school. Before the friend got to the car, my little darling would ask me to please remember not to sing while his friend was in the car. At least he stopped crying when I forgot.

Even if you are a terrible singer, you can still only take so much. Name one person who loves to sing that can resist karaoke? I’m talking about a couple of cousins getting together with a friend who happens to have an incredible karaoke set-up with hundreds of songs. I couldn’t resist. In fact, it was my kind of stage. They had to shut out the lights and tell me the party was over to get me to hand over the microphone. I’ll probably never get that chance again. You know how word spreads.

At the beginning of this story, I showed you a picture of a beautiful house. It is the home of our good friends Pat and Jerry Davis. I wrote a few days ago about their unbelievable Christmas decorations and the 13 trees.

They had a wonderful party last week. It was everything a good Christmas party should be and more. Good food, fun friends, and festive in every way. After everyone finished eating and talking and oohing and aahing at all the decorations, someone suggested we sing a few Christmas carols. Most of the people at the party belong to the same church and we have some talented singers and musicians in our congregation. Ron is one who can sing and play a mean piano or organ. I stood by Jerry thinking I could follow his harmonizing. He sang the melody so that didn’t work out too well.

Did I hear someone say, “put a sock in her mouth?”

So..I hit my best 3 or 4 notes and sang my heart out. I may have made a grave mistake. You see, I stood right next to the organ. The thing I didn’t consider at the time, is we’ll be spending New Years Eve with Ron and his wife and a couple of other friends. We’re going back to the RV park where we spent Thanksgiving. Guess what? Ron is putting on a show at the clubhouse..and..He’s bringing his karaoke machine. At least he was going to.

Beautiful home and fabulous decorations. You will note the winter scene in the lower right corner..It’s made from the Styrofoam from the new TV set box. I only got about 1/2 of all the trees and other special touches, but take my word for it. It is a Christmas wonderland.

It’s Monday morning at the Brick House. It’s early, really early, and Murdo girl is not in the Oblong Office. She probably should be because the phone has been ringing off the hook. The town council has been trying to get local businesses and Presidencies to sign up for the Christmas pageant. It’s to be held in the Harold Thune Auditorium on Christmas Eve. 

It seems a problem has arisen. Everyone  is trying to outdo everybody else. They are all building elaborate sets. They have spent hours building and painting and decorating, not to mention the props they’re spending all their money on. The consternation is being caused because the council had to put their foot down and limit each skit to 15 minutes with only 5 minutes between presentations…not a lot of time to tear down one overblown set and put up another one.  All the participants are so worked up, the whole thing is in danger of being canceled. The proceeds from the event were earmarked for road resurfacing. I know, it doesn’t sound very glamorous, but the infrastructure is in need of repair.

The Oblong Office one hour later. Murdo Girl is on the phone.

Murdo Girl: I’m really glad you called Lav. Where have you been? The whole Coyote Cabinet has been looking for you. (MG recently beat Barney Fife in a close election for Jones County President. She ran on the Coyote ticket.)

Lav: Everyone was giving me such a hard time about the penny tattoo on my forehead, I decided to do something about it.

Murdo Girl: Really Lav? You mean you had it removed? Where did you get the money?

Lav: It only cost me $5.00. I took a correspondence course on how to remove tattoos. I was really lucky it was a penny tattoo.  All it took was some copper cleaner and a stiff brush. Hey MG! I just heard about the Christmas Pageant. Can I be the star?

Murdo Girl: That’s pretty bold of you Lav. What makes you think you should be the star of our skit?

Lav: Not that kind of star MG. I want to be the star in the sky.

Murdo Girl: Perfect Lav! Up in the sky you’ll go. Better get to work on your costume. Bye twinkle toes.

There is a knock on the door. It’s the Queen.

Murdo Girl: It’s good to see you Queen. You rarely leave the English room.

Queen E: There’s no need to MG. Since my quarters are just down a few steps from the Oblong Office, I can hear everything that goes on. I’m here about the skit. When will the auditions take place?

Murdo Girl: All I know is that Treason is writing the script and Pico is directing. I think TC is going to narrate. It makes sense the Town Crier would be the narrator. What part are you angling  for Queen?

Queen E: The Queen Mother of course. She just sits there and looks at the baby doesn’t she? I must have a sitting part. I have arthritis in both knees.

Murdo Girl: Ouch! I haven’t told the team yet, but there won’t be a skit if we can’t come up with the $50 entry fee. Maybe you could call Charles..

Queen E. No can do MG. Chuckles and Cam are mad because I won’t abdicate the throne. Sorry, but all my assets are tied up across the pond. Wait..let me see what I’ve got in my purse.

Murdo Girl: Never mind Queen. You never have money in your purse; and Queen..that costume isn’t exactly the look we’re going for ..wrong Madonna.

Queen E : Well, I’m off to court.

Murdo Girl: I keep telling you Queen. You don’t have a Court to rule over in Murdo. I’m the President.

Queen E.: Tell that to the Judge. I got picked up for jaywalking.

A FINE? I MUST PAY COURT COSTS? I BROUGHT CHARACTER WITNESSES. HOW ABOUT I MAKE YOU A KNIGHT AND WE CALL IT EVEN?

It’s the end of a long day for Murdo Girl. She is reflecting on the state of her administration. It’s almost Christmas. Her favorite time of the year. She would talk to Jerry the Bean Counter tomorrow. There had  to be a way to generate the $50 so her Cabinet could participate in the pageant. With all these thoughts going through her mind, she makes her way to the employee lounge. A hot cup of tea sounded good.

As she neared the door to the lounge, she heard something. It sounded like voices raised in song. She opened the door and there they all were. Her team.. DM, Pico, A I, Sherri the Photographic Drawer, Treason, Jerry the Bean Counter, TC, Yram, Lav, Carol the singer, and the Queen. They were practicing their skit for the Pageant…or were they?

 Jerry: Hi Murdo Girl. We’re glad you’re here. We’ve got something to tell you.

DM: Yeah Pres. We all put our heads together and came up with the best idea we’ve ever had! Or you could say, it’s the best idea we’ve never had.

Sherri the Photographic Drawer: The best part is we don’t have to come up with the 50 bucks for an entry fee, and it’s Live! I don’t even have to draw a photograph!

Lav: No, the best part is I get to be the Star.

Treason: This is a plan we can all get behind!

TC: I still get to cry. I mean weep. That’s what they called crying back then. I’ll be TW.

A I: Yeah, those Pageant hogs can just fall all over themselves trying to outdo each other!

Murdo Girl: Would someone please tell me what this wonderful plan is?

Yram: I will! I want to! We are going to skip the Pageant. We are going to be a “Live Nativity Scene” on the Courthouse lawn. We even have two real sheep, and a donkey. We don’t have a real baby, but Carol is going to see if she can get her granddaughter’s doll that eats, wets, and cries. It even burps when you pat it on the back. No one will even guess it’s not a real baby.

And are you ready for this President Murdo Girl? I’m going to be the head Wise Man with a little twist. I’m going to be a crack- up reporter Wise Man, and interview every Live Nativity Scene person. Don’t you love it Murdo Girl?

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Stay tuned for the Brick House Live Nativity Scene Presentation.

You don’t want to miss it!

Oh, there will be a coffee can placed in a strategic location for road repair donations.