Those 70ish Girls

If you happened to be in Happy Down in the Valley, CA today, you might have seen the famous Eddie J out and about. You may have possibly run into him at that place where all of the stars make handprints in the sidewalk, or perhaps he was wandering around the tar pits with all the other dinosaurs. Yes, you could have seen him in these places with all the other ner de wells. (I’ve been reading the dictionary.) As the famous basketball coach for the Lakers once said, “If you coulda, and you shoulda, then you woulda.” Now where was I? Oh yes. You would not have seen Eddie J any of those places because he has been hiding from Baba Wawa who has been relentless in trying to interview him. Like ask him questions and stuff. Anyway, she finally got him on the phone. Get your popcorn ready. Here is how it went down…BTW, MG told Yram (who this is not) that she does not wrap her hair around coke cans…anymore.

Hope you still have some Jollytime left! Heeeere’s part 2

The proceedings have been brought to you by Jollytime Popcorn. (Yram has a new gig. Yeah…she sells popcorn at the movie theaters. She is in the movies for reals. Baba works waaay too hard. (This is not Yram.)

A candid shot of the tenacious Baba Wawa, right before her ratings went down the tubes…Got some Jollytime in your teeth Baba?….(This is not Yram, again)

They used to say a saylor had a girl in every port. They would love them and then leave them. Breaking hearts became a sport.

When looking for a soulmate every girl should be aware. Not every handsome charmer is suave and debonair.

While on a recent road trip I enjoyed the scenes of fall. Times that were forgotten, I started to recall.

I grew up in a place with farms and ranches all around. When harvest time arrived all the combines came to town.

As they rolled along the highway, their arrival long awaited, the farmers waved them in and the young hearts palpitated.

Along with all those combines came all those cute combiners. The girls were heavy handed with lipstick and eyeliners.

As the days turned into weeks things got complicated. The girls fell in love and the guys got twitterpated.

Combiners go from farm to farm and leave out just in time. The girls thought on their fingers, a diamond ring would shine.

The combiners said, honey, there’s nothing here to fear. We’ll talk about it more when I come back next year.

The girls didn’t know that combiners play a game. They never call the girls they meet by their given name.

The combines soon move on and the combiners say honey, I have to go for now and I’ll make us lots of money.

As they rolled on into Murdo, their arrival long awaited, the farmers waived them in and the young hearts palpitated.

This is not Yram would like to add a missclaimer to this for oblivious reasons…read on

Breaking News and Views: By Baba Wawa
I have uncovered a serious question regarding Yram, the sharpshooter from Texas, and sometime reporter.
It seems that MG and her husband Klip have taken Yram on a long trip without her permission. A Quick Klip Trip.
The question is, “Why?”

Mind you, or mindless, whichever you are, this reporter from Happy Down in the Valley cannot be sure but I think Yram is touring in the aforementioned character’s RV. They took off in such a hurry, trying to cover their tracks that they didn’t even have time to paint over the key clue to this crime:  It says OUTLAW on the front of their RV.  HA! Huge clue  there! Plus they couldn’t find a legal campsite the other night and had to sleep at a coyote rescue facility. Personally I think they were hiding behind the building.  I saw a picture of their non- campsite. The picture showed one crummy little bush covering up the sign about their site. They put up curtains in all the windows so you can’t see inside their huge Recreation Vehicle. It all looks pretty suspicious. But this reporter and others from our news source called “Who Done It TV” are on it.

We have investigative reporters tracking the perps whereabouts and will keep you informed.  Nobody worries about Yram, unfortunately, and the poor gal will be hard to spot since she wears wigs, big scarves, glasses and hats to cover her true identity. She’s the victim this time. We do know MG, masquerading as a navigator, hides under massive crowns and her husband wears pink shirts, so that gives us something to go on.

Baba provided photos of said investigative reporters

Please call our hotline if you know of any other clues. Phone: 999- who- cares (BONUS: Eddie J. has volunteered to man the phone. That is,  whenever he’s in between trips to the grocery store or autograph signing sports events.)
That’s all we have for now. Tata from  Baba. 
Sent from my iPhone

This is NOT Yram summing it up below:

Sent from my iPhone? Give me a break! Tata is a thinly veiled attempt to hide the fact that Baba calls me, I mean Yram trailer trash.

We arrived at the emergency animal clinic in Spingfield, IL at 2:00 pm yesterday. It was the only place open on Sunday that we could take our little kitty, Dollie. She had quit eating and drinking, and even though she did not seem to be in any pain, we knew she needed a doctor. They kept her over night to give her IV fluids and do blood work.

The tests showed she did not have an infection and all of her body functions were good. The final diagnosis was pancreatitis. We were to pick her up by 7 am this morning as they are an overnight only clinic.

At 5 am I took each of the dogs for a potty run. I took Nellie first. When I got back, and got Nellie and I inside the motor home, I noticed the lights were all off. I yelled. “OUR ELECTRICITY IS OFF!!!” It was then I realized I was in the wrong RV. I had my 65 lb dog inside someone else’s RV. Since no one came to greet us, we left. I had trouble getting the door shut so finally slammed it shut. When we got to our RV, I told Kip that if those people weren’t up and about when we got back, we needed to check on them because they might be dead. If not, it wasn’t very smart of them to leave their door unlocked, right?

Kip was not too happy with me, anyway because on the way to the RV park after dropping the kitty at the vet, I missed a turn while giving directions and we wound up at a large sports complex where about 200 kid’s football games were going on. Kip had to maneuver in and out of about 100 cars with only inches to spare. When we got out of there, I commented that those kinds of things are what makes RV life fun, right? He didn’t answer me.

We had to take Dollie to a day clinic today so they could give her more IV fluids and an appetite stimulant. She is going to be okay.

On the way back to pick her up, we’re going to stop at McDonalds. Not to eat. We can’t afford that. They are paying $15 an hour and we have about a $1500 vet bill to pay. We’re really having fun, though!

PS: When we got back, the people in the RV Nellie and I broke into were pulling out. Some people can’t take a joke.

Baba Wawa is back with another interview. She thinks she’s a star. Wait until you see her getup. She doesn’t even know she’s past her prime time. If she mentions Rose Bush again I’m going to sigh because it makes me sad.

BTW this isn’t Yram…

Eddie J must have been in the produce section buying corny. BTW, Baba looks like a cross between a biker babe and old time under cover reporter, Nellie Bly.

This still isn’t Yram…

W.W.W.Wouser!! We thought Baba couldn’t talk above a whisper, but she’s got a set of lungs on her. Better luck next time, Baba. I heard Eddie J was spotted at the car w.w.w.wash.

I SAID, this isn’t Yram…

By Valerie Leckey Halla, daughter of Ella Sanderson Leckey and husband, Al Leckey

We all love our small hometown…my Mom’s family were all brought up in Murdo, SD. I was partly raised in Pennsylvania but visited our small hometown most summers and loved moving back for 7-8 th grades. Then, boom, my parents moved us to California and I was devastated as a 13 year old to leave, thinking I could never go home to the place I loved and all my aunts, uncles and cousins again. But you can go home again…

I was chatting with my cousin Mark one time on the phone. We were looking back at good times, good people and good stories we had known and experienced. We talked about how my dear Mom was pretty frugal. When I was about 9 years old, she bought a new throw rug for the house. She kept it hidden away in the coat closet and didn’t use it except when some special South Dakota friends were visiting. It was considered an extravagance.

My Mom, Mark’s Aunt Ella and his Dad, my Uncle Jeff, had grown up with six kids in their family in a small log cabin. It was in a beautiful place about 8 miles east of Murdo called Horse Creek. It was a tough life growing up in the early 1900’s and 1920’s on the prairie and money was only used for necessities.

Mark and I kept telling stories. Fast Forward to the 1950’s- my Mom would put this throw rug out only on special occasions. It was not a necessity but it made us look like we could afford to buy a small fluffy foo foo rug. After the visit with old friends was over and dishes were cleared, we stood at the entry saying goodbye to our old friends. Standing there and as a kid I got bored, so I reached down and pulled up the new throw rug and put it back in the coat closet. The friends looked shocked. I had literally pulled the rug out from under them. Like my Mom, I knew the rug was just for special occasions. When company left, the rug was whisked away. My folks told that story for years after and Mark and I chuckled at that old story once again. He even knew where it fit in our wonderful family past. It clicked with him.

“Yeah, your Mom was really frugal and did some strange things. And our Aunt Elna fit in with our family of characters also. She would go into Mack’s Cafe whistling a tune and just barely step inside looking around. If no one of interest was there, she turned around and left!”

We both chuckled together on the phone still discussing our crazy yet lovable aunts and uncles. I offered another story a friend had told me recently since I lived in California and missed out on a lot of Murdo stories.
I got excited and yelled out, “Oh – and Mark, Cynthia told me about how during tourist season Aunt Elna drove Aunt Loretta uptown to check out the motel situation! It’s so funny. Aunt Loretta filled up her Chalet Motel then parked at Aunt Elna’s house so people didn’t recognize her car and then Loretta rode in Aunt Elna’s car with her. She would see which motels still showed vacancy signs!” I told him the route Cynthia said they took down the highway, up the hill, down Main Street, and they would do the route circling around a few times all this at about 5-10 mph, seeing all the Murdo motels in town and on the two highways several times. He knew all this anyway. “ So Aunt Loretta smoked her cigarettes and they went back and forth at about a snail’s pace, really stretching the ride out, lording it over on the businesses that weren’t filled with tourists chatting away until Aunt Elna drove Aunt Loretta back to the house to pick up her own car!” He laughed. (Ironically, years after this story occurred, Aunt Elna’s son – our cousin – now owns a big impressive motel in town and Mark has a lovely country inn also.)

Our conversation continued. Mark told another good one about his Dad promising to give him his treasured jeep when he, Mark, turned 24, but no, he didn’t. Uncle Jeff didn’t give it to him. There are many jeep stories, but suffice it to say many years later, friends took the old jeep out by the cemetery when Uncle Jeff passed away and the jeep watched as Jeff was buried there. The jeep now lives in the Murdo Auto Museum. If that old vehicle could talk…what a lot of stories it holds.

Mark and I ended our hours long conversation by joking and bragging that we certainly weren’t as silly and weird like our parents and aunts and uncles! No, we were different, more educated, more modern, and young! We both paused and thinking it over, knew we had also done some weird things, but we felt the joy going back in time, recalling how we laughed at the good times, good people and funny stories. How lucky that we were able to go back home even if just in our memories.

There are more stories about Uncle Wayne and Aunt Helen and our grandparents and cousins, but that’s for another day when we’re back home. Thank Heaven, we can go back again. Back home.

(Yram: I apologize that the pictures aren’t in the correct order. I am working from my Executive trailer.)

You gotta see this…I laughed so hard, my dogs left the room…quote by Yram Sicnarf who does a brief rebuttal …

https://maryfrancismcninch.com/2021/08/01/murdo-girl-we-need-a-new-beginning/