I want to tell my story. The parts I still remember.
Many things have happened from my January through December.
Some hardy pioneers came to homestead out this way.
They built a little town when they decided they would stay.
First came a general store and a place to shoe their horse.
They quickly built a jailhouse… after the saloon, of course.
They homesteaded for years before taking ownership,
And discovered what they needed most, was a special place to worship.
I wasn’t built on Main Street or close to town at all.
I was built upon a hill as was the protocal.
There was wedding after wedding here. I can’t count that high.
Looking forward to their future, a strong knot they hoped to tie.
Some unions were quite joyous, some were crazy from the start.
But who am I to judge what is in the human heart.
I…
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Those 70ish Girls 
Your photo of the church reminds me of a wedding in the original Methodist church in Murdo. If memory serves, Jim and Sharon Millay. I believe Val and I were there with our Dad’s. 1956.
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I was the flower girl for that wedding. The church is similar.
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Oh my gosh, I ‘ll bet you were a sweet flower girl. Do you have other memories of that church? I remember going across the road to someone’s garage, and using
fingerpaints for the 1st time, part of the Vacation Bible School. It might have been Oscar Magnuson’s?
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