Murdo Girl…Inside my Grandma’s trunk

When I was just a little girl, the stories I most loved to hear, were found inside my grandma’s trunk, filled with things from yesteryear.

I saw her in a picture. Not one hair was out of place. She wore a prim and proper dress made of satin, adorned in lace.

Mary Tyrrell Sanderson

“Why aren’t you smiling, Grandma?” I asked her once again.

“My photograph was seldom taken. They were like portraits way back then. People struck a serious pose, stood tall, and calmly waited. A startling “poof” and blinding flash confirmed their likeness was created.”

(Mary standing in front her father in the buggy and her mother standing behind the wheel. Taken at the Tyrrell Farm.)

She reached inside the trunk and found an album bound in leather. Oh, the stories Grandma told when we looked at it together.

Time was captured in that book. Long ago came back to life, as Grandma told the story of becoming Grandpa’s wife.

“How did you and Grandpa meet?” Grandma knew I’d never tire, of the story beginning in the church, where she was singing in the choir.

Oxford Mills Methodist Episcopal Church where Grandma sang in the choir

Grandpa came with a lady friend, but Grandma caught his eye. He did some work on her father’s farm and came to know her by and by.

Maynard Evan Sanderson

They were married May eighteenth. Nineteen eleven was the year. They moved from Iowa to South Dakota. No other family would be near.

Two daughters and two sons were born… a new home they began to seek. They bought land and a log cabin in a pretty place called Horse Creek.

Horse Creek for a picnic many years later

The young Sanderson family before daughter Elna was born

They worked hard to make a living two more daughters soon arrived. Grandma said without their children’s help, they wouldn’t have survived.

Inside that big old trunk that had followed Grandma’s life, was a treasure trove of stories of happy times and times of strife.

When we finally closed the trunk, Grandma’s eyes began to shine. She said, “I could not be prouder of those six kids of mine.’

I heard a little cough. I turned around in time to see… Grandpa smile and wink at Grandma who was as pleased as she could be.

11 thoughts on “Murdo Girl…Inside my Grandma’s trunk

  1. sanjuan831 April 2, 2019 / 9:28 pm

    Of course this one made me tearful but happy and proud, What great relatives we have. So fortunate. Fabulous pictures, MG.

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  2. scoper07 April 2, 2019 / 7:06 pm

    Keeping family history is always fun. Wonder if future generations will care as much? Hope so.

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  3. Bobby April 2, 2019 / 5:49 pm

    I love it. Never saw the early adult photo of Grandpa before. Do you know the timing?? HS grad pic??

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    • sanjuan831 April 2, 2019 / 9:27 pm

      I know, Bobby, I have never seen that handsome photo of Grandpa either. Where did you find that, MG?


      • Mary Francis McNinch April 2, 2019 / 10:35 pm

        It was in with some papers Billy sent to me. The back of it is a post card with no writing on it.


    • Mary Francis McNinch April 2, 2019 / 10:32 pm

      It came from some papers Billy had. It looks like it was torn out of an album because it has black paper stuck to the back of it. It was a post card. For some reason, I thought it was taken during the time he was working at the Tyrrell Farm. I’ll look through those papers again and see what I can find. Most of the other info came from your papers.


  4. Karen Ferdig Snider April 2, 2019 / 8:05 am

    Enjoyed this story. Wish I could see all the story of the 50th anniversary.

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    • Mary Francis McNinch April 2, 2019 / 10:27 pm

      I have the whole story, Karen. I’ll post it again. There were two celebrations. One at the Star Cafe and one at Gma and Gmpa’s house.


  5. countrygirl57 April 1, 2019 / 10:06 pm

    Great story!

    Sent from my iPhone



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