We really did have a lot of fun at the 1880 Town. We didn’t intend to leave quite so soon, but a couple of little things happened that drew the attention of the owner. I had no idea one person could own a whole town. It stayed real busy during the day, but all the people except us left when it closed down for the night, which was another kind of strange occurrence for a town.
We didn’t bother anyone or anything at night. We mostly sat around the saloon and ate cake which seemed to multiply faster than the growing rabbit population in the 1880 Town. We each had a nice room at the hotel, and DM let us use the porta potties for free after five o’clock. Life was good… until it wasn’t.
We’d all been there the better part of five days when a preacher decided to come and preach a sermon at the church. It was Sunday, and apparently a big day for tourists. The school teacher ladies decided to play the organ and sing, too. I thought they had already left town, but they said they couldn’t find a horse to hitch up to the stagecoach and it was too hot to walk…so it was all coming together for what promised to be a good service.
The church was air conditioned, and it was hot as blazes so a lot of people showed up for church. The preacher turned out to be the fire and brimstone kind. He got real excited and started pointing to different ones in the pews and asking them if they wanted to go to heaven. Each one said yes, and he told them to get up and stand behind him in the pulpit. He had a bunch up there when he asked DM if he wanted to go to heaven to which DM said, “No sir.”
There was silence throughout the church. The school ladies played very softly. The preacher said, “Do you mean to tell me you don’t want to go to heaven?”
“DM said, “No sir, I don’t.” We were all getting pretty nervous by then. One of the tourists who was passing the collection plate was shaking so bad the change started to make a racket that seemed louder than it probably was.
Well, the preacher walked right down in front of DM and said, “Do you mean to tell me… a preacher… that you don’t want to go to heaven when you die?”
Preacher Applefloor and DM
DM took a deep breath, stood up and looked that preacher square in the eyes. He said, “Sure preacher…I want to go to heaven when I die. I thought you were getting a load to go up right now!”
You would have thought the newly formed congregation would have settled down some, but I guess it was too late. They were running over each other trying to get out of there.
It turns out the “preacher” was not from a local church. He wasn’t even a preacher. He just liked to yell at people. In all the confusion, the owner of the town thought it was one of our gang that decided to preach. Maybe it was because the school ladies never stopped singing through the whole thing. They sounded wonderful when they sang, “God Bless America,” which I had no idea had eight or so verses.
Anyway, we got our marching orders. We had to leave the premises so fast that DM didn’t even have time to load up his porta pottie. He did have forethought enough to bring all of his dimes with him. We left the owner a bunch of cake. We wanted him to know we really were good people just looking for a free place to live.
Woops…guess I was wrong TC still has the yellow convertible and lookie there! She brought the porta pottie!
We loaded up the VW van and after we woke up the Queen who was at the back of the church sleeping we got out of the 1880 town. Lav, Lucky and I got in Lav’s old truck and headed west. We were pretty low on gas by the time we got to Kadoka, so we pulled over at a cafe hoping they had gas too, and guess who was sitting there when we pulled in…AC (Aggressive Cowboy). We hadn’t seen her since we left the Cowboy’s movie ranch to go to the rodeo.
MG: Where have you been AC?
AC: I got lost on my way to the rodeo. Then I heard you went to NASCAR in Mt. Vernon, and I missed you there. Then I came here.
Lav: Oh, we’ve been at the 1880 Town. That’s where we’ve been living. We had our own town til we got run off. Who’s nice truck are you driving? (I could tell that Lav was kind of jealous, because we had to ride in her broken down truck.)
This picture of us in the convertible is from the NASCAR parade. It’s just a fantasy. we really rode to Kadoka in the broken down truck.
AC: Well, when I was at the rodeo, some cowboy came up to me and asked me if I would drive his truck and that horse thing with two horses in it to Kadoka. I just got to town so I haven’t had a chance to look him up yet.
MG: Who is he?
AC: I never did hear him say.
About that time the Queen with the rest of the gang pulls in. Very interesting. Looks like Kodak Kadoka is pretty important around these parts.
Sherri: Very interesting. Looks like Kodak Kadoka is pretty important around these parts.
Kadoka: Ah shucks!
Sherri: Something wrong?
Kadoka: Nope. Aw Shucks is the name of my cafe.
Sherri: Do you have cake?
Sherri: Good…let’s eat!
Looks like Sissy fixed the “no cake” problem… Wait!! Is that the Cowboy with the movie ranch?
So as the sun sets on another beautiful Central South Dakota day, the gang is fat and happy for the moment.
Is Kodak Kadoka really a big deal in town or have they not had time to repaint the water tower? Will DM have enough dimes to fill the ever growing parade of cars and trucks? Will AC find the cowboy who owns the truck and the horses?
And what about the Phantom Wrangler???
I’ll give them one more day…two at the most.