Soapweed
Well-known member
My journal entry for Monday, July 29, 1968
After about three calls, each one a little louder than the last, I was compelled to arise and face another day.
I started the gas running into the big supply tank on the pickup, and then filled a couple five gallon buckets with oil. Then I took the green pickup up north to mow.
While mowing out a stack yard, I ran into an empty wire spool and knocked out a couple sickle sections. Then a guard broke at the start of a new land.
I beat the stacking crew home for dinner. They got up four and a half stacks in the home meadow, and got it done. That makes 76 stacks (weighing about seven tons each) in the home meadow, besides some swamps yet to get when they dry out enough.
After dinner I continued mowing. At about 3:00, the rest of them arrived and started stacking. A stacker pulley got clogged up with hay and delayed them quite a while. They got up six stacks so far up north. We quit today on the 100 mark for hay stacks.
I think I'm over half done mowing in the north meadow now. We quit about 7:30 and came home. The hired men and I did chores. Dad and Sybil went to town after some rake cylinder repair parts.
We had a supper of "goulash." Then I read in the "Fields of Home," and completed it. It was a good book depicting a year or so of Ralph Moody's boyhood.
There were severe thunderstorm warnings out for this afternoon, but we didn't even see a cloud.
After about three calls, each one a little louder than the last, I was compelled to arise and face another day.
I started the gas running into the big supply tank on the pickup, and then filled a couple five gallon buckets with oil. Then I took the green pickup up north to mow.
While mowing out a stack yard, I ran into an empty wire spool and knocked out a couple sickle sections. Then a guard broke at the start of a new land.
I beat the stacking crew home for dinner. They got up four and a half stacks in the home meadow, and got it done. That makes 76 stacks (weighing about seven tons each) in the home meadow, besides some swamps yet to get when they dry out enough.
After dinner I continued mowing. At about 3:00, the rest of them arrived and started stacking. A stacker pulley got clogged up with hay and delayed them quite a while. They got up six stacks so far up north. We quit today on the 100 mark for hay stacks.
I think I'm over half done mowing in the north meadow now. We quit about 7:30 and came home. The hired men and I did chores. Dad and Sybil went to town after some rake cylinder repair parts.
We had a supper of "goulash." Then I read in the "Fields of Home," and completed it. It was a good book depicting a year or so of Ralph Moody's boyhood.
There were severe thunderstorm warnings out for this afternoon, but we didn't even see a cloud.