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.