Soapweed
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My journal entry for Friday, January 5, 1968
I got up at 5:00 this morning and helped Dad and Lloyd do chores. We came in at 6:00 for breakfast. Dad helped me fill out the accident report to be sent to Lincoln. Since we were not having band at school today, I saddled Sassy and got the calves in to feed. The weather was fairly nice compared to what it has been (it was about 15 degrees above zero). I developed a bad case of "spring fever" that quickly blew up due to a hasty change in the weather. All day, it has grown steadily worse, and as I write this at 7:00 p.m., there is practically a blizzard with the thermometer around 10 below.
Sybil did not go to school again today as she had to go back to the doctor. Mom and Dad took her to Gordon, getting back about the time school was out. The broken bone in her wrist is reportedly mending well, but Sybil is supposed to leave the cast on for another six or seven weeks.
School proved to be uneventful. The morning was blown practicing for the play. During English in the afternoon, we also practiced it. A short assignment was made in Driver's Ed, which didn't take over twenty minutes to complete. The rest of the day was spent discussing "old home week," to use a favorite expression of our Science teacher, Mr. Krotz.
After school, I broke the trail home in the four-wheeler while the rest of the family followed in the car. We met the Schneider boys (Jerry and Lloyd) who had brought out a load of corn. It seems like they make a habit of picking bad weather to deliver their produce.
At home, I changed clothes, grabbed a cookie, and went with Dad to help Lloyd finish feeding. It seems as though he'd turned off the tractor for dinner, leaving it outside. After dinner, it wouldn't start so his afternoon was pretty well blown trying to get the tractor to run. Schneiders finally helped him to get it going.
Lloyd and I fed while Dad did chores, which consists of feeding bulls and a horse. Altogether four bunches were given extra hay but it didn't take too long. We came in, had supper, and I've been goofing off ever since.
Dad just hollered in from the other room to write down a few thoughts and ideas along with the rest of my daily reports. I'll most likely get frowned upon for voicing my opinion, but here goes: With all the bum luck I've had lately with motorized vehicles, I think I'll try out mostly horse power on my "dream ranch." While cleaning out the basement just lately, I found an old book of Dad's stating the advantages of horses over tractors. This pretty well convinced me, though I had been thinking along the same line for the past ten years anyway. Work horses will probably be extinct if somebody doesn't do something.
P.S. It looks like we are in for a long cold winter!
I got up at 5:00 this morning and helped Dad and Lloyd do chores. We came in at 6:00 for breakfast. Dad helped me fill out the accident report to be sent to Lincoln. Since we were not having band at school today, I saddled Sassy and got the calves in to feed. The weather was fairly nice compared to what it has been (it was about 15 degrees above zero). I developed a bad case of "spring fever" that quickly blew up due to a hasty change in the weather. All day, it has grown steadily worse, and as I write this at 7:00 p.m., there is practically a blizzard with the thermometer around 10 below.
Sybil did not go to school again today as she had to go back to the doctor. Mom and Dad took her to Gordon, getting back about the time school was out. The broken bone in her wrist is reportedly mending well, but Sybil is supposed to leave the cast on for another six or seven weeks.
School proved to be uneventful. The morning was blown practicing for the play. During English in the afternoon, we also practiced it. A short assignment was made in Driver's Ed, which didn't take over twenty minutes to complete. The rest of the day was spent discussing "old home week," to use a favorite expression of our Science teacher, Mr. Krotz.
After school, I broke the trail home in the four-wheeler while the rest of the family followed in the car. We met the Schneider boys (Jerry and Lloyd) who had brought out a load of corn. It seems like they make a habit of picking bad weather to deliver their produce.
At home, I changed clothes, grabbed a cookie, and went with Dad to help Lloyd finish feeding. It seems as though he'd turned off the tractor for dinner, leaving it outside. After dinner, it wouldn't start so his afternoon was pretty well blown trying to get the tractor to run. Schneiders finally helped him to get it going.
Lloyd and I fed while Dad did chores, which consists of feeding bulls and a horse. Altogether four bunches were given extra hay but it didn't take too long. We came in, had supper, and I've been goofing off ever since.
Dad just hollered in from the other room to write down a few thoughts and ideas along with the rest of my daily reports. I'll most likely get frowned upon for voicing my opinion, but here goes: With all the bum luck I've had lately with motorized vehicles, I think I'll try out mostly horse power on my "dream ranch." While cleaning out the basement just lately, I found an old book of Dad's stating the advantages of horses over tractors. This pretty well convinced me, though I had been thinking along the same line for the past ten years anyway. Work horses will probably be extinct if somebody doesn't do something.
P.S. It looks like we are in for a long cold winter!