Soapweed
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My journal entry for Friday, June 21, 1968
We started the day off with a good big breakfast.
Doug and Lloyd finished grinding up a load of bull grain. Dad and I started putting on the Kosch mower, which hibernates all winter in the "picnic grove."
The hired men wound up their job at a reasonable time, so helped us put on the mowers. This job kind of has two parts—the front mower and the rear one. Both are about equally difficult to put on. A hydraulic cylinder developed a leak, so we were unable to complete our project before dinner.
We batched again, and had hamburgers. Everybody took a siesta, and then Dad and I had the pleasure of clearing off the table.
We went down to the Leach Place this afternoon. Dad checked all the cattle, including Uncle Stan's. Doug, Lloyd, and I finished up some new fences—including the tree lot at the main buildings, and two quarter mile stretches joining our south boundary.
At 7:00, we quit and headed for home. On the way through town, we stopped and talked to Mom and the girls (who were at a Bible School picnic in the park). We came on home, however, as we looked like a bunch of tramps.
Dad worked awhile on his shop remodeling, so the rest of us did chores. For supper, we batched again, and then read the weekly newspapers.
We started the day off with a good big breakfast.
Doug and Lloyd finished grinding up a load of bull grain. Dad and I started putting on the Kosch mower, which hibernates all winter in the "picnic grove."
The hired men wound up their job at a reasonable time, so helped us put on the mowers. This job kind of has two parts—the front mower and the rear one. Both are about equally difficult to put on. A hydraulic cylinder developed a leak, so we were unable to complete our project before dinner.
We batched again, and had hamburgers. Everybody took a siesta, and then Dad and I had the pleasure of clearing off the table.
We went down to the Leach Place this afternoon. Dad checked all the cattle, including Uncle Stan's. Doug, Lloyd, and I finished up some new fences—including the tree lot at the main buildings, and two quarter mile stretches joining our south boundary.
At 7:00, we quit and headed for home. On the way through town, we stopped and talked to Mom and the girls (who were at a Bible School picnic in the park). We came on home, however, as we looked like a bunch of tramps.
Dad worked awhile on his shop remodeling, so the rest of us did chores. For supper, we batched again, and then read the weekly newspapers.