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Murdo News, 1922

I grew up in a tiny prairie town in South Dakota, population 700 when I left it, 500 now.  I’ve talked of this place many times on my blog, published two books on growing up there, but just today, someone on the town’s website published these newspaper stories from 1922 which I found fascinating, as many of the people mentioned were known to me.  Judge Parish lived across the street from me  and many of the other family names are well known. This may not be interesting to anyone other than my sister Patti and friend Jim, who read my blog and who grew up in Murdo as well, but for what it is worth, here are the stories:

JONES COUNTY, SOUTH DAKOTA

News Items


Mrs. Burke [people]Aberdeen Journal (18 Apr. 1922) transcribed by Marla Zwakman

Murdo, April 18. – Statistics are said to show that after every great war nature replenishes herself through twin babies. Mrs. Burke of this place has the distinction of being the mother of three sets of twins and one set of triplets.

Mrs. M. P. Kerlin, also of Murdo is the mother of twin boys, who are now a few years of age. During 1921 Mrs. A. O. Kimble and Mrs. Roy Guthrie each became the mother of twin girls. Mrs. Sam Hubbard gave birth to twin sons, both of whom died.

Recently twin boys were born to Mr. and Mrs. Rex Williams.

Thus, out of nine births in Murdo, nineteen children were born, seventeen of whom are living. It is believed that no other town of Murdo’s size in the state or northwest has a birth record equal to this.


John Connery
Two Boy Swimmers Drown
Lads Meet Death While Bathing at Murdo, S.D.
Deadwood, S.D., June 17 — A telephone message from Murdo, a small town east of Rapid City, tells of the accidental drowning there of John Connery and a companion named Pomberr. Both boys, who were sixteen years old, were in swimming at the railroad dam at that point and are supposed to have been seized with cramps. Neither body has been recovered.
[17 June 1910; Aberdeen Daily News] *Note from Judy: In my part of South Dakota, little manmade lakes were called dams, probably due to the fact that they were created by digging out the earth and rolling it up to the side to create a depression large enough to collect rainwater and snow runoff. In this dry cattle  country, it was necessary. My dad got his start building such dams. Below is a photo of a dam in process. That’s my dad, Ben Dykstra, sitting on the back of the grader adding his weight to smoothing out the dam grade.


Charles Eaton [fire]Aberdeen Daily News (5 May 1916) transcribed by Marla Zwakman

Murdo, May 5. – Fire early Wednesday morning in the residence of Charles Eaton here cost the lived of two members of the family, severe burns to others and the entire destruction of their home.

Mr. Eaton had started a fire in the kitchen stove, stepped outside and when he returned the fire was smoldering. He picked up a kerosene oil can, pouring the contents into the stove.

The explosion which followed set fire to his clothing. He rushed from the building, followed by his wide, who tried to extinguish the flames, but failed. He died in a few minutes from the burns. The wife turned to enter the building to rescue her three children who were asleep at the time. She was stopped by the flames. Neighbors, however, rescued the little ones, but a baby sleeping in a crib was taken out too late and expired in a short time. Mrs. Eaton was severely burned about the face and body, but is expected to recover.

Mr. Eaton was a member of Eaton Brothers elevator and dray line.

Owing to the early hour the fire was not discovered by neighbors until the building was all in flames. Although the firemen responded promptly when the alarm was given the building and contents were entirely destroyed.


George Heiterifer [people]Aberdeen Weekly News (8 Nov. 1906) transcribed by Marla Zwakman

Murdo – George Heiterifer of Butternut, Wis., is here making inquiries into the death of his son, who was picked up on the streets in a dazed condition and died in the hospital. His body showed marks of violence.


I.W.W. VandalsI.W.W.’s Suspected of Setting Blaze
Try to Burn a Train near Murdo – Railroad Officials to set Watch
Mitchell, July 16 — Activities of alleged I.W.W. vandals spread to South Dakota today, when an attempt was made to burn a Milwaukee freight train early this morning near Murdo. Several are alleged to have set fire to an empty car in which they were riding from Rapid City to Murdo, leaving the car just as the train was pulling into Murdo.
Two members of the I.W.W. party were rounded up by Murdo officers and placed in jail. The box car was destroyed, the flames being discovered in time to prevent destruction of other cars.
Earlier this week the Milwaukee oil house at Scotland Junction, S.D. was burned. It is believed to have been the work of I.W.W. members.
According to local railroad officials, strict orders have been issued to watch and guard against depradations by I.W.W.’s. [16 Jul 1917; Aberdeen Daily News]


I.W.W. Members
I.W.W.’s Arrested at Murdo
Murdo, S.D., July 13 — Two I.W.W. members were arrested here today after they had made an alleged attempt to burn a freight train on which they rode here from Rapid City. They were locked up in the local jail pending investigation. [14 Jul 1917; Aberdeen American]


Bert Johnson [visit]Aberdeen American (3 Feb. 1915) transcribed by Marla Zwakman
Ashton – Bert Johnson of Murdo, S.D., formerly barber at Ashton, is visiting old friends here this week. Bert has been married since leaving Ashton and is now postmaster at Murdo.


Ray and Guy Kirkendall [people]Aberdeen Daily News (16 Nov. 1922) transcribed by Marla Zwakman

Salem, Nov. 18. – The Kirkendall twins, as they are known everywhere around Salem are leaving for the west river country this week and the Epworth league of the Salem M. E. church gave them a farewell social on Friday evening.

Ray and Guy Kirkendall were born in Salem some 23 years ago, but their old schoolmates are not yet able to distinguish them apart. Many amusing mistakes were made by those who had known them almost from birth even at their farewell.

The party was a very pleasant function. Dee Wood the president of the league, made a presentation to Mrs. Ray and Mrs. Guy of pieces of plate on behalf of the league and the evening ended with community singing and hearty good wishes for the future.

The brothers are going to farm 300 acres of land together near the town of Murdo.


Meyers Baby [injury]Murdo Baby Steps on Rattlesnake
Murdo, S.D. – July 12 – Albion the 2 year old son of Mr. and Mrs. Charles Meyers, who live 11 miles northwest of Murdo, was bitten on the foot by a rattlesnake the other day. The little fellow wheeled his express wagon over the snake and stepped on the reptile with his bare foot. Mrs. Meyeters brot the child to the hospital in Murdo, and it is thot he will recover. [13 Jul 1919; Aberdeen American]


John V. Neisses [crime]Murdo Prisoner Gives Up His Hunger Strike
Murdo, April 5 — John V. Neisses, who is serving a 30 day sentence in the county jail here, went on a “hunger strike” and for a period of about 48 hours refused to eat anything. He claimed he was not going to eat anything “until some good Christian came to his rescue,” but as no one came to his rescue he decided to declare the strike off.
Neisses decided that this is a cruel and heartless world because the expected sympathizers did not appear and demand his release before he starved to death in the jail. After declaring the strike off he was taken to a restaurant by Sheriff Babcock and has since been regularly making his trips three times a day for meals.
This was the first time a prisoner in the county jail went on a hunger strike. [05 Apr 1922; Aberdeen Daily News]


M. L. Parish [crime]Four Fleeing Men Battle Posse and Flee in Prosecutor’s Auto
Sioux Falls, S. Dak. Aug 25 — Four convicts, who escaped from the penitentiary on August 17, fought a posse near Stamford early today. After mortally wounding State’s Attorney M. L. Parish and wounding Sheriff J.C. Babcock, they escaped in the State’s Attorney’s automobile.
The men were pursued from Murdo, S.D., by a hastily formed posse when it was learned they had recrossed the Missouri River into this State and were heading toward the Bad Lands. Airplanes have been sent to aid in locating them. [26 Aug 1922; Philadelphia Inquirer]

Louis Simpson [injury]
RATTLESNAKE PROTESTED
Struck Boy Who Trys to Pull It From Its Hole Near Murdo

Murdo, May 19. – Catching a rattlesnake by the tail to prevent it escaping him nearly caused the death of Louis Simpson, the young son of Mrs. Charles Luken, living near here. The reptile struck the boy on the left hand with its fangs, and but for prompt work he would have died.

When the boy discovered the snake the reptile beat a retreat for its nearby hole, and was partially down this, when the boy grasped it by the tail and attempted to pull it back to the surface of the ground. The rattlesnake doubled back and buried its fangs in the boy’s hand, this being one of the tricks of the average rattler when grasped while partially in its hole.
[Source: Aberdeen Weekly News (SD) May 25, 1916] tr. by mkk


John Spencer [crime]
Gun Play at Murdo During Celebration
Murdo, S.D., June 13 — At the Old Settlers’ picnic just closed, only one occurrence marred the day. A gambler from Sioux City by the name of John Spencer ran a 40 per cent flat device. He used a table that had been “borrowed” without permission, it is said, from F.L. Lyman, a real estate dealer, who demanded the return of the table. Spencer drew a gun, but Lyman took the table.
Shortly afterwards Spencer went to Lyman’s office looking for trouble and got it. Lyman knocked him off the sidewalk into the gutter. Spencer drew his automatic and fired, but Lyman knocked the gun away and thus saved his life. Spencer was taken into custody by Marshal Petrie. Spencer was placed under arrest, charged with shooting with intent to kill, was examined before Justice McKee and discharged. He had a permit from the authorities, but popular sentiment does not concede that he was licensed to do shooting. Spencer afterwards pleaded guilty to assault and was fined $5 and costs, amounting to $40.
[14 June 1907; Aberdeen American]


Clyde Whiting and Oliver SchroederKilled by Dynamite
Two Railroad contractors Meet Horrible Deaths Near Murdo
Chamberlain, S.D., Oct 1 — Two men by the names of Clyde Whiting and Oliver Schroeder, who were in the employ of one of the railroad contractors about 25 miles west of Murdo, were badly mangled and killed while preparing their breakfast about 7 o’clock last Friday morning by the explosion of a stick of dynamite.
The two men were employed in the dynamite gang and had taken several sticks home with them to experiment with it, or that is the supposition, and it is thought that they had either put one of the sticks in the stove to see if it would burn, or that they had put one of them in there accidentally. [02 Oct 1906; Aberdeen American]

For Thursday Doors, Apr 18, 2024

 

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For Thursday Doors

 

Forgotten for MVB

Forgotten Dreams

All night long I follow scripts written by some hand
perhaps belonging to a self that consciousness has banned.
Fresh from dreams, I feel released from tasks committed to
as I remember other jobs that I’m obliged to do.
Who knows if dreams are showing us those things we could have done—
those things we have forgotten with the dawning of the sun.
If only I remembered that world that fades away,
perhaps I’d face a very different sort of day.
Instead, I slip into the role my life has led me to,
like forcing naked feet into a more confining shoe.

 I wonder if these dreams were brought to light if they’d show more
of potential lives where I live closer to my core.
Perhaps these stories I concoct, labelling them as lore,
are simply other lives I live on a lower floor.
When I descend into my dreams, maybe I go to ponder
all those other me’s whose gifts I have chosen to squander.
Could it be in death that I’m released to find a goal
in the bargain basement of the building of my soul—
to find another path where I may once more start a quest
towards a self just one step closer to my very best?

 

For MVB Blog prompt: Forgotten.

If I Were. . . for NaPoWriMo 2024, day 18

If I Were Water and You Were Air

I used to be restless water—
only the froth and currents
of a moving life.

Now I am still water,
sinking down to where
I can be found
by anyone willing to stand quietly
and look.

Is it true that moving water never freezes?
Is it true that still waters run deep?
Is it true that we are wed in steam?

“What if, caught by air,
it never lets me go?” I ask.

“But even water
turned to air
must fall at last,” you say.

“And what if I fall farther from you?”
I say. “Or what if I never again find banks
that open to contain me?”

I used to be swift flowing water.
Now I am a pool that sinks me deeper every year.
So deep, so deep I sink
that on its way to find me,
even air may lose its way.

 

For NaPoWiMo 2024, Day 18

Beholding Beauty, for dVerse Poets, Apr 17, 2024

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Beholding Beauty

You are more beautiful than you think you are,
but we don’t tell you because
it is such a pleasure to see you unaware of it,
doing everyday things in such graceful ways.

You are the Burmese cat, stepping high
over the small sculptures
on the wall where he is fed,
his tail curving into a delicate hook.

You are vibrating leaves on the hibiscus tree
adding the contrast of green
to the one exquisite yellow bloom
with its fuchsia sunset middle.

You are a child whose violet eyes
open wider to each wonder––innocent,
never knowing yourself to be more beautiful
than what you observe.

You are music, harmonious, played
on the spur-of-the-moment with no rehearsal,
fingerpaints on the wall in an incredibly wild pattern
that could not have been planned.

You are the gourmet meal
made of leftovers from the fridge,
the wonderful costume gathered
from hangers at the thrift store.

You have a beauty
you were not born to––
one that is an amalgam
of every choice you make in life.

Beauty is in the eye
of the beholder, many say,
but it is impossible to imagine
a beholder who couldn’t see it in you.

 

I hope this follows the prompt for dVerse Poets–Poem of Address.

To see more poems written to this prompt, go HERE.

For Cee: A Non-Floral Offering for Non-FOTD

Here is an offering non-floral for Cee, suffering from the pollen in all those flowers!!! I share your pain. The Jacaranda and Primavera trees are in full-bloom here. Achoo!!!)

“Make Your Own Kind of Music” For NaPoWriMo 2024, Day 17

This is actually a true story. When I was at the beach a few years ago, I had a house right on the beach and it got so I never knew who I would find on my porch when I woke up in the morning. In the end, they set a number of my poems to music and recorded them.

Make Your Own Kind of Music

One and  two and three and four.
Four little music makers pounding on my door.
One beats a rhythm, one toots a horn––
wild and sweet––sort of forlorn.
One hums a tune behind his teeth––
a sort of descant underneath
the melody on the steel guitar.
The gulls reel in from near and far
to add their screams to the refrain,
then fan their wings, silent again.

Four musicians at my gate.
I wait for their music to abate.
Then I go and let them in
to add my music to the din.
I sing my lyrics fast and slow
first soft then loud, my lyrics go
up and over the drums and horn–
out into the sandy morn.
Over the rocks and out to sea,
setting all our music free.

When the drummer leaves my porch,
he leaves just three to loft the torch.
Too soon the horn, too, fades away
but the hummer’s here to stay,
and the steel guitar swells out to fill
the morning air until until
the morning fades into full sun
and our melody comes done.

Soon guitar and singer fade,
their morning share of music made,
and I fold my songs away.
I’ll bring them out some other day.
With music left behind I wind
only words around my mind.
They weave their spell with me along.
I lose myself in their noisy throng.
Wander aimless, round and round,
in getting lost, this poem is found.

For NaPoWriMo 2024, day 17.
Thanks, Mama Cass, for making your own kind of music!! Go here to hear her:  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mraLsg-G4wA

Plumeria Branch, For FOTD, Apr 16, 2024

For Cee’s FOTD

Interlopers, For NaPoWriMo 2024, Day 16

Interlopers

The little dog sleeps nestled.
No elbow room, even though
just two of us in this big bed.
A truck’s roar  from the road
a mile away. Last night’s near
partiers now gone to bed, but
at 5 AM, the strains of music
from below, Sounds lifting up the mountains
like clouds to float above my bed.
For 15 years, I surrendered
my side of the bed to you.
23 years after, I still
sleep on
the

                                                   other side.

For NaPoWriMo 2024 Day 16

Plumeria for Cee’s FOTD Apr 15, 2024

For Cee’s FOTD