Soapweed
Well-known member
My journal entry for Monday, January 29, 1968
It got pretty cool last night, down to around 0 degrees (my pen just quit). It has been pretty nice lately, and today warmed up pretty good after the sun came out. I hope this snow goes off one of these days, so I can continue with educating my two colts.
I was awakened this morning at 6:30. I seem to be getting harder to get up each day. We had breakfast and left for school in the car.
Band went off without mishap. McKay was in a foul mood during typing and continued to be disagreeable all day. Geography and Geometry were about average. In Science, we took notes.
For dinner, sloppy joes, corn, and peaches were enjoyed by all—or almost all. McKay, still running around with a chip on his shoulder, demanded a peanut butter sandwich instead of barbeque. I sketched and designed saddles over noon hour.
We read in our Literature books during English and had study hall during Driver's Ed while a couple guys went driving. During our regular study hall following Driver's Ed, McKay blew up and tried to kick all sophomores down to the cafeteria. We had been having study hall in his room all year, but since the second semester, he has a craft class during that period. He thought we were making too much noise for the craft class to fully concentrate. They were just goofing off anyway. Also during this time, Ken picked a girl's purse at random and found a pack of gum. He passed it around to all us guys and found out later it was Debbie Iske's purse.
Dad filled me in on a misfortune of the Snyder Ranch to the east. Dad was going to town when Snyd passed him going about 110 miles per hour. When Snyd saw it was Dad that he passed, he slowed down and stopped at the turn-off to Cottonwood Lake. Dad pulled over and climbed in with Snyd and Terry, ripping the crotch out of his britches in the process.
Snyd said that his hired hand Slim had pulled out and stolen two blankets. Snyd and Terry were after him, and were determined to "get their man." They had a gun with them and really meant business. What they needed mostly from Dad was advice. Should they continue after Slim and nab him on the spot, or go home and see if he would come back to his job, where they could get the stuff he stole paid for out of his wages? They decided to go home and try the latter method.
We had a short basketball practice until 4:30 and then came on home. Dad, Grandma, Uncle Stan, and Aunt Joy had gone to Valentine for business [probably from Grandpa's estate] with their lawyer, Bryan Quigley. They returned to Merriman just as we were leaving town. Sandra and Sybil went home with Dad in the pickup, and stopped at the café to look up a couple guys from Crookston who had come out to look at bulls while Dad was away. They are planning to come back on Friday. I brought the car home, changed clothes, and went out to do chores.
We had supper, watched a couple programs on TV, and now I am thinking strongly of retiring for the night.
It got pretty cool last night, down to around 0 degrees (my pen just quit). It has been pretty nice lately, and today warmed up pretty good after the sun came out. I hope this snow goes off one of these days, so I can continue with educating my two colts.
I was awakened this morning at 6:30. I seem to be getting harder to get up each day. We had breakfast and left for school in the car.
Band went off without mishap. McKay was in a foul mood during typing and continued to be disagreeable all day. Geography and Geometry were about average. In Science, we took notes.
For dinner, sloppy joes, corn, and peaches were enjoyed by all—or almost all. McKay, still running around with a chip on his shoulder, demanded a peanut butter sandwich instead of barbeque. I sketched and designed saddles over noon hour.
We read in our Literature books during English and had study hall during Driver's Ed while a couple guys went driving. During our regular study hall following Driver's Ed, McKay blew up and tried to kick all sophomores down to the cafeteria. We had been having study hall in his room all year, but since the second semester, he has a craft class during that period. He thought we were making too much noise for the craft class to fully concentrate. They were just goofing off anyway. Also during this time, Ken picked a girl's purse at random and found a pack of gum. He passed it around to all us guys and found out later it was Debbie Iske's purse.
Dad filled me in on a misfortune of the Snyder Ranch to the east. Dad was going to town when Snyd passed him going about 110 miles per hour. When Snyd saw it was Dad that he passed, he slowed down and stopped at the turn-off to Cottonwood Lake. Dad pulled over and climbed in with Snyd and Terry, ripping the crotch out of his britches in the process.
Snyd said that his hired hand Slim had pulled out and stolen two blankets. Snyd and Terry were after him, and were determined to "get their man." They had a gun with them and really meant business. What they needed mostly from Dad was advice. Should they continue after Slim and nab him on the spot, or go home and see if he would come back to his job, where they could get the stuff he stole paid for out of his wages? They decided to go home and try the latter method.
We had a short basketball practice until 4:30 and then came on home. Dad, Grandma, Uncle Stan, and Aunt Joy had gone to Valentine for business [probably from Grandpa's estate] with their lawyer, Bryan Quigley. They returned to Merriman just as we were leaving town. Sandra and Sybil went home with Dad in the pickup, and stopped at the café to look up a couple guys from Crookston who had come out to look at bulls while Dad was away. They are planning to come back on Friday. I brought the car home, changed clothes, and went out to do chores.
We had supper, watched a couple programs on TV, and now I am thinking strongly of retiring for the night.