My camera conked out completely today so my sister insisted that we stop for me to buy a new one at Best Buys in Sioux Falls, SD. I snapped a few pix with my new Canon as we neared my home town of Murdo, South Dakota, where I was born and attended first through twelfth grade.
We made it!!! As this picture will prove:
I took more pictures when we met old friends in the Buffalo Bar and Restaurant. Others soon joined us and there was lots of laughter over old tales.
The salad table was much as it was fifty years ago—orange salad dressing and lots of choices to add to chopped up iceberg lettuce. Potato/hamburger soup, chicken fried steak and a chocolate creme de menthe sundae followed.
During dinner CJ, Patti and Loretta kept me entertained and I reciprocated…Nothing more satisfying than belly laugh after belly laugh. I needed this. Wish I could remember the stories. Perhaps tomorrow?
Afterwards, we retired to the bar again and Richard strolled in and joined us to regale us with more stories of moving two entire churches 45 miles down the wrong side of the Interstate to his 1880’s town outside of Murdo. I’d heard this story 4 years ago from another person’s perspective and although the story varied, it was funny and interesting both times. Then home to rest up for tomorrow’s drive and more visiting along the way. Some of these stories will make it into future blogs but for now sleep is called for.
lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown 
Going home again to find things mostly unchanged must have been a wonderful experience.
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Sounds like you are having a great time and that’s what it’s all about, right? Glad you got a new camera.
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Billy saw Richard at the most recent AZ Jones County reunion. He told a wonderful story about Dad. Incredibly, we hadn’t heard it before.
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Are you going to tell us the story about your dad?
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Yes, but I’ll ask Billy first.
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He (Richard) told me a wonderful story about moving a church for the 1880’s town.. wish I could remember it. I should have recorded it. I need to learn how to record on my phone… before the next reunion. I, too, love to collect stories about my dad. One of the Richardson twins caught me on my way out of town and came over to the car to tell me a story he’d just remembered… and that, too, I’ve forgotten, but I hope I scribbled it down somewhere. Mary, I have file cabinet after file cabinet stuffed with writing. I keep thinking I need to go through it, but instead, I choose to write more. I am a word hoarder! I have a feeling we share that trait.
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