Soapweed
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My journal entry for Monday, January 1, 1968
Nobody broke any records getting up this morning. We saw the new year in at Uncle Stan's. Uncle Joy's family was there, the Dave Jones family (minus their kids), and Mrs. Forester made up the rest of the get- together. We got home and to bed at about one o'clock.
After breakfast, Dad and I fed the calves grain and then Lloyd and I fed hay the rest of the morning. We lucked out and got a "two-and-a-half hour" noon hour. I sacked out and got in a pretty good snooze during this time.
Dad and I worked in the barn this afternoon. We hung a gate and then I helped Lloyd McNare (our present hired man) to move a pile of lumber over a notch in the machine shed, to make room for a load of corn.
As everyone was still tired and the weather was cold, we did chores early and quit at 5:30. A pretty long and hectic day, I'd call it! [I was being facetious, as it seemed quite easy compared to what was normal back then].
The weather dawned bright and clear, 20 degrees above zero. By noon it was 6 above, and now at 8 p.m., it is 10 below. All of Christmas vacation has been cold blustery, and generally disagreeable. It about half-ways makes me mad!
I'm deeply engrossed in THE TRAVELS OF JAMIE McPHEETERS, by Robert Lewis Taylor, so I'll probably read it 'til bedtime. If I get to feeling real ambitious, I ought to write a few Christmas thank-you letters. Well, I'd better get back to my reading.
Nobody broke any records getting up this morning. We saw the new year in at Uncle Stan's. Uncle Joy's family was there, the Dave Jones family (minus their kids), and Mrs. Forester made up the rest of the get- together. We got home and to bed at about one o'clock.
After breakfast, Dad and I fed the calves grain and then Lloyd and I fed hay the rest of the morning. We lucked out and got a "two-and-a-half hour" noon hour. I sacked out and got in a pretty good snooze during this time.
Dad and I worked in the barn this afternoon. We hung a gate and then I helped Lloyd McNare (our present hired man) to move a pile of lumber over a notch in the machine shed, to make room for a load of corn.
As everyone was still tired and the weather was cold, we did chores early and quit at 5:30. A pretty long and hectic day, I'd call it! [I was being facetious, as it seemed quite easy compared to what was normal back then].
The weather dawned bright and clear, 20 degrees above zero. By noon it was 6 above, and now at 8 p.m., it is 10 below. All of Christmas vacation has been cold blustery, and generally disagreeable. It about half-ways makes me mad!
I'm deeply engrossed in THE TRAVELS OF JAMIE McPHEETERS, by Robert Lewis Taylor, so I'll probably read it 'til bedtime. If I get to feeling real ambitious, I ought to write a few Christmas thank-you letters. Well, I'd better get back to my reading.