Murdo Girl…Happy Birthday Mom

My cousin, Bobby, sent me a piece his mother, Helen, had written about growing up in Horse Creek. It is really a stand alone piece, so I’ve decided to include it with my Rhythm of Life stories. In the meantime, I want to wish my mother, Loretta, a heavenly happy birthday….

One 101 years ago someone special did arrive.

They thought she’d be the last child born as she was number five.

Her father called her Babe, then another joined the mix.

Six years later came a big surprise… baby number six.

She went to country school where the kids sat side by side.

 She told me when she moved to town not one classmate cried.

To skip part of this story you’ll agree won’t be a crime.

To cover all 101 years would take all of your  time.

Though her personality can’t be easily defined,

This woman whom I’m speaking of was truly one of a kind.

From bold and beautiful to successful entrepreneur.

She was courageous and confident and not at all demure.

Mischievous, sometimes cantankerous, horse race enthusiast,

She was the hootiest. 

Her two offspring and her husband, Gus, still miss her every day,

And we’re remembering her today…her May the 6th birthday

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Murdo Girl…Her card business (or not)

I missed the birthday of a very special friend. (I sent a lame text message when the day was at its end.)

Happy Birthday Card

Sweet Dianna

How can I rectify this terrible fauxpas? I can’t sing happy birthday. The words stick in my craw.

I have no good ideas. I hope this card suffices. I’ll send it in a day or two from one of my devices.

Amber and Bow look so cute…

I love, love, love your new red-netted throne. You can hold court in it and Bow can eat his bone.

Get Well Card

I have a special friend who had an operation. I fear that her recovery won’t be like a vacation

Hello dearest Pat, You’ll soon be good as new. Your shoulder was repaired with a plate and screw or two.

Once you’ve healed a little, you’ll get some therapy. They say those boring exercises really are the key.

All your friends and family are sorry that you fell. They know that you will persevere and they all wish you well.

Tonight I’ll say a prayer and ask God to comfort you. He’ll give you the strength to do what you must do.

I love you many bunches…

You go Pat!

A BIG BIRTHDAY CARD

Last week my niece, Erin, calmly celebrated a birthday that I must admit, left me devastated.

She’s the baby of our family, but I hope she doesn’t mind… sharing with her Aunt MG the age of thirty-nine.

A special birthday greeting was privately shared with Erin the day before her big day… Happy Birthday sweet Erin.

Murdo Girl…A storybook life

I’m Empress the dancing pig. I thought I’d found a dancing gig.

But when it never did pan out, my owner kicked my pig can out.

She took me to the GW store…My price tag fell onto the floor.

I fear no one will know my worth? My tutu barely fits my girth.

A real strange  nice person wanted me. She said her heart was filled with glee!

Cause no one knew how much I cost. Another chance for me, was lost.

Couldn’t they just take a guess? Then I could be a great success!!

The stranger said not to worry, for tomorrow she would hurry.

She said, “I’ll come and buy you honey, shine your crown, and give you money.

I’ll fill your empty hole inside. You’ll wear that purple crown with pride!”

She said she’d take me off this shelf and teach me to self-help myself.

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Well… that glorious life was not to be. Another person purchased me.

She didn’t give me a chance… to show her how this pig can dance.

She took me to an uptown store. Where I will be forever more.

She gave me a close inspection. She wanted me for her collection.

It seems I’m worth thousands more, than the price she paid at the Goodwill Store.

Though now I’m with the big deal pigs, I rather miss my dancing gigs.

Why am I worth so much dough? The me inside still feels hollow.

I was in this store a week or more, when I found a boy pig I adore.

My name is Emperor and I’m a boar. I don’t belong in this uptown store.

I will learn to dance the jig and we’ll find us a dancing gig.

I’m really not the marrying kind, but I fear they’ll make me fried pig rind.

The Emperor and Empress…, soon became a great success.

They danced the jig in every town and raised three piglets who built houses.

Murdo Girl…Funny feet

My poems of late are serious and not the least bit humorous.

Laughter is a lot more fun than tears.

I’ll try to strike another tone that might tickle your funny bone.

Let’s see if I’m able to switch gears.

I saw a man walk down the street. I swear he had two right feet.

He tried to sell me two left shoes.

“I have two right feet,” he explained. “One right is wrong,” he complained.

“I’ll make you a deal you can’t refuse.”

I looked at him in disbelief. I didn’t want to cause him grief

But what would I do with two left shoes?

My feet never cause me strife. One is left and one is right.

Yet I never pass up a good deal.

I paid him pennies on the dollar. Then I found one left was smaller.

It made my little piggy squeal.

I saw a man walk down the street and asked if he had two left feet.

He said, “No!” And I chose not to persist.

My left food hurt like heck on earth but I sure got my money’s worth.

And so did my podiatrist.

Murdo Girl…The tail is always at the end

A whimsical day to think and play

I walked along a bubbling brook. The warm sun felt so nice.

I sat upon a nearby rock. The water felt like ice.

I took my shoes and socks off and stuck my toes in the cold stream.

“You’ll catch your death.” I heard someone say. Not sounding one bit mean.

I felt the slippery slimy moss and knew better than to stand,

Until I found a muddy hole where I could jump and safely land.

I saw a fish swim by. He knew I meant no harm.

I had no fishing pole or pail of minnows on my arm.

Soon the sun was setting and I knew that I must leave.

We can never know if we’ll be back, but this I must believe.

I can go anywhere I want to, but I can’t go everywhere.

I can do what you can do. Not as good, but I don’t care.

I can sing and dance and juggle balls… all at the same time.

If you try to say I can’t, you’re still a friend of mine.

I can tell stories that aren’t funny and train a dog to sit.

If you can’t keep up with all I do it’s not okay to quit.

I can make hiccups go away by drinking water upside down,

I’ve shown others how to do it and only two of them have drowned.

I can make an eggless, milkless , butterless, cake. My mother taught me how.

I think she learned to make it when they had to sell their cow.

They ate the eggs for breakfast and the butter wouldn’t churn.

Someone hid the sugar so there’d be something left to burn.

Now here’s a piece of wisdom that I’ll only say one time.

As life goes on, sometimes you’ll run into a hill to climb.

If there’s a hill to climb, don’t wait for it to shrink.

Hills don’t get smaller no matter what you think…

(You have to climb it! Don’t wait! Get started!)

 

Murdo Girl…Are you ready for some fun?

I collect(ed) them. Yes I did. (Out with the old)

Want to know what I’m collecting? It’s something you’ll be least expecting.

My interest started months ago. Then just began to grow and grow.

Now I see them everywhere. I don’t just look at them. I stare.

I take pictures now and then. Wish I remembered where and when.

Through the window I can see, but I can’t take them home with me.

I’ll soon pursue my, because I’m going on vacation.

I’ll find them everywhere I know. I’ll have lots of them to show.

Yes, they might have a ding or dent, but they won’t cost me one red cent.

I know you’ll think I am strange. It’s too late for me to change.

Most collections collect dust. Keep collecting if you must.

You’ll pass the dust on to your daughter? That explanation won’t hold water.

My collection will not break. If it did I’d have a lake.

I could look for hours and hours at my majestic water towers.

If a water tower you should see. Would you snap a pic for me?

If you’re sweet and send me some. Please let me know where they are from.

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On with the new!

Now I’ll pull a swicheroo…and start collecting something new.

I’ll have a contest for a month. That will give you time to hunt.

Submit YOUR photographs to me. You can send me up to three

I’ll put each one on display until we’ve reached the thirtieth day.

I’ll show the winners 1-2-3 and here is what the prize will be

A little book with all submissions. If you give me your permission(s)

If you don’t place all is not lost. You can get the book at cost.

After 1-2 and 3…I’ll display them randomly.

Please spread the word around. There are many subjects to be found.

Now get out to the nearest farm and take a picture of barn.

It can be old or new. One with character will do.

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Please email the photographs to kmtexas2@gmail.com or message me on facebook. I need your name, and the approximate location of the barn. You do not have to identify the owner of the barn. Let’s make this fun. Please share this blog with your Facebook friends. Everyone needs an outside project they can do alone these days. (I’ll also accept any interesting old building.) The judges will be unbiased…

I took this picture in August of 2018 near Houston, Minnesota

Murdo Girl… I am, by Judy Dykstra-Brown

I really enjoyed reading this piece written by a friend and accomplished writer who also grew up in Murdo, SD. I learned Judy Dykstra-Brown had a blog called Lifelessons, after I began blogging my stories about growing up in Murdo.

Judy’s blog covers a wide variety of subjects. I could certainly learn from her about organization. She has also written several books. If you haven’t already read Judy’s work, you’re about to discover what a talented writer she is.

Enjoy!

https://judydykstrabrown.com/2020/10/30/i-am/

Murdo Girl…Crafty

My “creations” once created laughter.

I’m now a talented crafter.

(In a moment I’ll give you a little preview.)

I decided to pursue other interests.

I learn how to do things on Pintrest.

(They have videos that walk me through what to do.)

I have a little confession.

I took an online singing lesson.

(I failed Do, Re, Mi, Fa, Sol, La, Ti, Do.)

In the world I live in,

talent is God given.

(I think there is something God wants me to know.)

Writing is my passion.

I’m still waiting to cash in.

(I discovered a way as you will soon see.)

If my books are humdrum,

there is no income.

(I craftily turn them into things Christmassy.)

My name is Crafty.

This house is so drafty.

(I’m made from a glove instead of a book.)

When MG made me,

She performed rhinoplasty.

(She forgot that a carrot is part of my look.)

Good thing I have a lot of EXTRA books.