Soapweed
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My journal entry for Monday, July 22, 1968
Right after breakfast, Dad went to town after Doug. As the morning was damp, Lloyd and I worked in the shop. He sharpened sickles, and I cleaned up.
By 9:00, the hay was ready and dried off. I went to mowing about right smack in the middle of the home meadow. The rest of the crew finished putting up a stack of scatterings over east and then moved the equipment this way. They got up three stacks before dinner.
An old haunted house expert was on the Art Linkletter show—nothing spectacular. I read awhile and then dozed off.
We journeyed back to the hay field, with Sybil taking the afternoon shift of raking. I continued mowing and had good luck until about 4:30. Then a pitman stick broke. Dad fixed this, and I took over sweeping for a while. Mom brought out some much appreciated iced tea.
The stacking crew ran into green hay after putting up eight stacks in the afternoon, so had to quit. I brought the mower tractor in this evening, to get a brace welded and an overall checking.
Lloyd, Doug, and I did chores, which consisted of feeding the bulls, taking care of the club calves, and tying up two cows from the "hospital bunch," and also messing with the yearling colt.
I really racked up on Sybil's unicycle, mangling my hand on the cement sidewalk.
Right after breakfast, Dad went to town after Doug. As the morning was damp, Lloyd and I worked in the shop. He sharpened sickles, and I cleaned up.
By 9:00, the hay was ready and dried off. I went to mowing about right smack in the middle of the home meadow. The rest of the crew finished putting up a stack of scatterings over east and then moved the equipment this way. They got up three stacks before dinner.
An old haunted house expert was on the Art Linkletter show—nothing spectacular. I read awhile and then dozed off.
We journeyed back to the hay field, with Sybil taking the afternoon shift of raking. I continued mowing and had good luck until about 4:30. Then a pitman stick broke. Dad fixed this, and I took over sweeping for a while. Mom brought out some much appreciated iced tea.
The stacking crew ran into green hay after putting up eight stacks in the afternoon, so had to quit. I brought the mower tractor in this evening, to get a brace welded and an overall checking.
Lloyd, Doug, and I did chores, which consisted of feeding the bulls, taking care of the club calves, and tying up two cows from the "hospital bunch," and also messing with the yearling colt.
I really racked up on Sybil's unicycle, mangling my hand on the cement sidewalk.