Soapweed
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My journal entry for Monday, February 19, 1968
Since I had little or no school work done, Mom got me up at 6:00. We had breakfast, and then I read a chapter in Geography and struggled through a couple problems in Geometry. By then it was time for school so I never got Literature read.
We made it to school in good time for band. We had a lousy attendance but had a little fun playing "Hermit of Kildare."
McKay let us get by with more "conversation" than usual in typing. I took a more active part in the discussion in Geography today, as I had read the assignment for once. Mr. Card explained yesterday's assignment (which no one completed) a little better, and gave us that and a little more to do for tomorrow. Biology class was devoted to taking notes on the Arachnids (shell-covered animals).
A choice of beans or rice, along with cookies and cornbread, made up our dinner today. I took a generous helping of both, which gave me a case of indigestion the rest of the afternoon.
In Literature we read another story in play form. I don't really go all out for this type of thing, so I read "Trails Plowed Under" by Charles M. Russell on the side.
I forgot to mention it before, but John was sick today and Mary Robertson went to Valentine this morning to get her driver's license. Two people missing from our class takes a big chunk out of it, as there are only ten sophomores to start with.
In Driver's Ed, Mr. McKay took Vonda Goodwin and Shirley Micheel out driving. The rest of us just sat around and tried to look busy whenever a teacher "popped in." As it was real nice today—above 45 degrees—I moseyed out on the fire escape to get a breath of fresh air. Ken sneaked up behind me and locked me out, so just to create a little excitement I told grade schoolers Mike Borton and Benny Buckles to have Mr. Card come up and unlock the door. They made a run for the office and delivered the message—much to my dismay. Luckily Mr. Card dismissed the idea as kid play and didn't do anything about it.
A little later, Ernie Bennett and I happened to be standing by the door again, so Ken with some girls' help shoved us both out and locked the door. The same two little kids saw our trouble and went in to report to Mr. Card. Ernie and I tried calling them back, but they took no heed. We were both shaking in our boots when Ken finally let us in. The whole room really got down and did some serious studying within the next ten minutes. A half hour later, Mr. Card came up and said it might be a good idea to keep off the fire escape. Needless to say, no one attempted it—at least for the rest of today.
The boys went down to Phys Ed at 3:00. We are trying some last minute strategies before the big game tomorrow. This is a district tournament to be held at Rushville. We play Hyannis at 7:30 tomorrow night. I think we have about a 50-50 chance of winning this game, and if we do we play Cody the next night. If we lose (which is more probable), it is our last game of the season.
Mr. Nelson dismissed us at 4:30 from basketball practice. I got in the car and came on home; then changed clothes, had a snack, and went to help Lloyd. I saddled Hawk Eye and rode out to bring in the heavies. At least three calves came today, but I am unsure about the total number of new ones since the start of the new year.
Lloyd and I did up chores and came in. The rest of the outfit was not home, so we had to batch. Supper consisted mainly of soup and peanut butter sandwiches.
Mom, Dad, Sandra, and Sybil went to Gordon this afternoon. Nancy Jean stayed at Grandma's. They hauled a horse up for Kenny Allison to break. Sybil had to go to the doctor to see about her arm [which got broke when I tipped the pickup over on the way home from school back in January] and to get a growth removed from her foot. Sandra went along for the ride and to get a new pair of shoes. They took up my old boots to get half soles put on. In loading the horse on the back of the pickup, he got his front feet over the top of the top pipe of the stock rack and bent it up slightly.
Joy Fairhead, Dad's cousin, has recently purchased a part of the Brown Ranch northeast of his place. He paid $48 per acre for over 4,000 acres. This will be a valuable addition to the JL Ranch.
Since I had little or no school work done, Mom got me up at 6:00. We had breakfast, and then I read a chapter in Geography and struggled through a couple problems in Geometry. By then it was time for school so I never got Literature read.
We made it to school in good time for band. We had a lousy attendance but had a little fun playing "Hermit of Kildare."
McKay let us get by with more "conversation" than usual in typing. I took a more active part in the discussion in Geography today, as I had read the assignment for once. Mr. Card explained yesterday's assignment (which no one completed) a little better, and gave us that and a little more to do for tomorrow. Biology class was devoted to taking notes on the Arachnids (shell-covered animals).
A choice of beans or rice, along with cookies and cornbread, made up our dinner today. I took a generous helping of both, which gave me a case of indigestion the rest of the afternoon.
In Literature we read another story in play form. I don't really go all out for this type of thing, so I read "Trails Plowed Under" by Charles M. Russell on the side.
I forgot to mention it before, but John was sick today and Mary Robertson went to Valentine this morning to get her driver's license. Two people missing from our class takes a big chunk out of it, as there are only ten sophomores to start with.
In Driver's Ed, Mr. McKay took Vonda Goodwin and Shirley Micheel out driving. The rest of us just sat around and tried to look busy whenever a teacher "popped in." As it was real nice today—above 45 degrees—I moseyed out on the fire escape to get a breath of fresh air. Ken sneaked up behind me and locked me out, so just to create a little excitement I told grade schoolers Mike Borton and Benny Buckles to have Mr. Card come up and unlock the door. They made a run for the office and delivered the message—much to my dismay. Luckily Mr. Card dismissed the idea as kid play and didn't do anything about it.
A little later, Ernie Bennett and I happened to be standing by the door again, so Ken with some girls' help shoved us both out and locked the door. The same two little kids saw our trouble and went in to report to Mr. Card. Ernie and I tried calling them back, but they took no heed. We were both shaking in our boots when Ken finally let us in. The whole room really got down and did some serious studying within the next ten minutes. A half hour later, Mr. Card came up and said it might be a good idea to keep off the fire escape. Needless to say, no one attempted it—at least for the rest of today.
The boys went down to Phys Ed at 3:00. We are trying some last minute strategies before the big game tomorrow. This is a district tournament to be held at Rushville. We play Hyannis at 7:30 tomorrow night. I think we have about a 50-50 chance of winning this game, and if we do we play Cody the next night. If we lose (which is more probable), it is our last game of the season.
Mr. Nelson dismissed us at 4:30 from basketball practice. I got in the car and came on home; then changed clothes, had a snack, and went to help Lloyd. I saddled Hawk Eye and rode out to bring in the heavies. At least three calves came today, but I am unsure about the total number of new ones since the start of the new year.
Lloyd and I did up chores and came in. The rest of the outfit was not home, so we had to batch. Supper consisted mainly of soup and peanut butter sandwiches.
Mom, Dad, Sandra, and Sybil went to Gordon this afternoon. Nancy Jean stayed at Grandma's. They hauled a horse up for Kenny Allison to break. Sybil had to go to the doctor to see about her arm [which got broke when I tipped the pickup over on the way home from school back in January] and to get a growth removed from her foot. Sandra went along for the ride and to get a new pair of shoes. They took up my old boots to get half soles put on. In loading the horse on the back of the pickup, he got his front feet over the top of the top pipe of the stock rack and bent it up slightly.
Joy Fairhead, Dad's cousin, has recently purchased a part of the Brown Ranch northeast of his place. He paid $48 per acre for over 4,000 acres. This will be a valuable addition to the JL Ranch.