Murdo Girl…Words of Wisdom on..Friendship

Everyone seemed to love the angel stories and I have been given three more examples so heartwarming, that I must share them. I will intermingle them with other stories. I have also received several requests to write about topics in My Uncle Charles Francis’ book, Words of Wisdom.

The first topic is Friendship…

Aristotle, (384 – 322 B.C.), a pupil of Plato, viewed friendship among the highest virtues, It was an essential element in a full, virtuous, and worthwhile life. For Aristotle, there were three kinds of friendship:

*Friendship of pleasure: two people are wonderfully happy in one another’s company.

**Friendship of utility: two people assist one another in everyday aspects of life.

***Friendship of virtue: two people mutually admire one another and will be on their best behavior in order not to jeopardize their relationship. 

Victor Hugo, distinguished French writer and novelist, composed this analogy.

“My coat and I live comfortably together. It has assumed all my wrinkles, does not hurt me anywhere, has moulded itself on my deformities, and is complacent to all my movements, and I only feel it’s presence because it keeps me warm. Old coats and old friends are the same thing.”

Oscar Wilde on Friendship…

Oscar Wilde (1854 -1900), the Irish poet, wit and dramatist, was a major literary talent in every way.

“If a friend of mine gave a feast, and did not invite me to it, I should not mind a bit, But if a friend had a sorrow and refused to allow me to share it, I should feel it most bitterly.”

George Washington gave this advice to his nephew, Bushrod Washington in 1783…

“Be courteous to all, but intimate with few; and let those few be well tried before you give them your confidence. Friendship is a plant of slow growth.”

I will add one simple thing I am trying harder to put into action.

In order to have a friend, you have to be a friend. 

This topic was suggested by Valerie Halla, aka Lav…Here are a few photos of Val with her good friends. I’m not sure who she’s with in that third picture…

Murdo Girl…The why of Connie’s Story

The third angel story…

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There is something I have been wanting to share with you and tonight, I feel like writing about it.

I have been thinking about Connie’s Story and how it evolved. I started to recall the times I had admired someone else and/or their things hi, and wanted to emulate them. You might think I’m psychoanalyzing myself and you could be right, but I doubt I’m the only person who has struggled with finding their own identity. My first memory of admiring someone else’s style was when I was five years old.

I wanted Lois Lillibridge’s shoes.

I borrowed them and I loved them so much I couldn’t bring myself to give them back. I asked her if she wanted the pink canvas shoes I had and she said, “No.” Then an awful thing happened. Her dad died and Lois and her mom and sister were moving away from Murdo.


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Murdo Girl…Only time will tell

Mr Swinson lived to celebrate his 100th birthday. Today is his heavenly birthday. This is a wonderful story his daughter, Sherri, told me.

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Do you believe in Angels? There is a saying, “To those who believe, no explanation is necessary. To those who do not believe, no explanation is possible.”

Please know that I’m not trying to persuade anybody to believe one way or the other, but today, Tuesday and Thursday, I would like to share three very heartwarming stories..and they’re all true.


Back in the 70’s Sherri Miller’s Mom and Dad bought a grandfather clock at an auction in Presho, SD where they lived. As it turned out, the clock belonged to someone who lived just a couple of blocks from them, so they ended up hand carrying it down the street to their house, where it still resides.

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The clock soon became Mr. Swinson’s pride and joy and he seldom let anyone else touch it. His beautiful clock had to be wound each week before the weights were…

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Murdo Girl…Lessons from animals

I picked another topic from Uncle Chuck’s book, Wisdom well said. I ran across …lessons we learn from animals. But first, a little more background.

When he retired, Charles Francis decided to make good use of his library of stories and quotes. He started an Internet business he called ‘The Idea Bank.’ People purchased a membership and could go into the site, pick a subject, and get stories and quotes to add interest to their speech or article. Many speech writers enjoyed the convenience of Uncle Chuck’s well organized, unique, and large volume of information. To say he was well-read is a vast understatement.

The three Francis brothers…from left, Bill, John, and Chuck. Their father died when his sons were 10 (John), 7 (Bill), and 2 (Chuck).

I like this poem about accomplishment, author unknown.

There once was an oyster whose story I’ll tell, Who found that sand got under his shell;

Just one little grain, but it gave him much pain, For oysters have feelings although they’re so plain.

Now, did he berate the working of fate, Which had led him to such a deplorable state?

Did he curse out the government, call for an election? No. As he lay on the shelf, he said to himself,

“If I cannot remove it, I’ll improve it.” So the years rolled by as the years always do,

And he came to the ultimate destiny – stew. But this small grain of sand which had bothered him so,

Was a beautiful pearl, all richly aglow. Now this poem has a moral – for isn’t it grand

What an oyster can do with a morsel of sand. What couldn’t we do if we’d only begin With all of the things that get under our skin.

Teamwork and ego…

The sin (and danger) of excessive pride (or an excessive ego) is admirably demonstrated in this simple fable:

A frog asked two geese to take him south with them. At first they resisted; they couldn’t see how it could be done. Finally, the frog suggested that the two geese hold a stick in their beaks and he would hold onto it with his mouth.

So off the unlikely threesome went, flying southward over the countryside. It was really quite a sight. People looked up and expressed great admiration at this demonstration of creative teamwork.

Someone said, “It’s wonderful! Who was so clever to discover such a fine way to travel?”

Whereupon the frog opened his mouth and said, “It was I,” as he plummeted to the earth.

I’m adding these pictures of two pages of topics. The first one of you to mention a topic in their comment will get some suggestions from the book in the next blog. You can make the photos larger by tapping with your finger.