Only half of this story is a rerun.
I’ve talked with some of my family and friends, and they all say they remember very little of their childhood. One day, the little Murdo Girl, will be happy she had this opportunity to write about the many things she experienced as she was growing up in Murdo. Her children and grandchildren will know what life in Murdo was like during this time in history. It’s been said that God gives us memories so that we might have roses in December. This little girl will have dozens of bouquets, thanks to the good people of Murdo, South Dakota.
The last time I was in California, I stayed with our Aunt Vava, and Uncle Bob Bowers. One day, Billy came and got me. He said he was going to take me to dinner, but we had to stop by his house first. Billy is going to college, and he lives in a house with a bunch of other guys. Bob Brewer, Earl Rada, Jim Judd, and Denny Dominicak, are some I know. Everyone except Bob Brewer is from Murdo. They kind of come and go, so I don’t think all of them live there now. Anyway, I hadn’t seen the house they rent before, so I looked around a little. In the front window, they have a pyramid made out of beer cans. That’s about it, for decorations. I was talking to Bob, and I absent-mindlessly (I like that word) ran my finger across the furniture. When I started to write my name in the dust, Bob said, “Is there a problem?”
Next, I walked into my brother and Earl’s room. Billy came in and said, “I want you to clean the house before we go to dinner.”
I said,”Are you kidding? It would take me two hours to find your bed underneath all the stuff piled on it.” Earl’s was just as bad. He gave me his, you’re really just a bratty little sister, look. “Besides,” I said. “It’s way past dinnertime and I’m hungry.” Then he got his, I’m the boss of you, smile on his face. “In California, dinner is supper,” he said.
I did his stupid pile of dishes, and hung up some clothes. Finally, we got in his car to go eat. He said, “How do you feel about the Golden Arches?” It sounded pretty nice to me. The next thing I knew, we were at McDonalds. Murdo doesn’t have McDonalds, so I didn’t know what to expect. I loved it!! I think Billy knew I would.
I should have remembered people in California call dinner lunch, and supper dinner.
Once, My cousin Valerie and I stayed with my Aunt Margarete, and Uncle Bill Turner. They have a swimming pool in the backyard, so Valerie and I loved it there. On the first day, we swam all morning. I came in the house for a minute, and I smelled something really good cooking. Aunt Margarete said we were having spaghetti for dinner. Around noon, she called us inside to eat. I looked at my plate, and there was a cold minced ham sandwich on it. I don’t like sandwiches much, and I hate minced ham. I said, “I thought we were having spaghetti for dinner.” She said, “We are.” That was the first time I’d heard anybody call their supper dinner, and to me, lunch is a snack.
My Uncle showed us how to eat cheese. You’re supposed to roll it around in your mouth, and kind of mush it up. Then you close your eyes so you can get the full flavor all over inside your mouth. I was with him right up to the part where you clean your palate. Since I didn’t know what that meant, I swallowed the mushed up cheese with almost a whole glass of milk. I only like that kind of cheese a little better than minced ham. It was the kind of experience you only have once.
We also got to go with Walt Disney’s brother, Roy to the premier of a new movie called Moon Spinners, with Haley Mills. We had to dress up and everything, but it was worth it.
I’ve been thinking about lunch, dinner, and supper. I think when I’m back in California, I will say, “Aunt Margarete…what’s for noon dinner? That should be pretty easy to understand. I don’t know what I’m going to do to get my big meal at noon dinner though. Maybe I could say, “Aunt Margarete…can I have my supper for noon dinner? Or, can I have my lunch for supper?” No…then I wouldn’t get a big meal because I didn’t say anything about dinner.
Then I’ll say, “Can I have leftovers for supper? Because I don’t like sandwiches… and I’ll have my desert for my afternoon snack, and maybe some popcorn before I go to bed.”
I hope I don’t get all mixed up when I go back to Murdo.
Aunt Elna Miller, Grandma Sanderson and Mom. They all talk like me.
1) My Cousin Valerie and Aunt Elna Miller at the 1880 Town.
2) Stephanie, Mark, Valerie, Mary, Greg, and Andrea
1) Valerie, Aunt Elna, Andrea, Uncle Jerry 2) Aunt Irma and Valerie
I should have named this…Valerie gets around
Anyway, this is my life story so far. In December, I will be twelve.