Soapweed
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My journal entry for Saturday, August 3, 1968
I plopped out of bed at 6:30 and went out to breakfast. Then we headed outside to start the daily grind.
Lloyd and I went up north to catch up on scatterings. He raked and I bunched. Dad and Doug arrived soon after, so we started stacking. I raked then.
We got up one stack on the very east end and another along the south ditch before noon. On the way home, the four-wheeler conked out with a plugged gas line. Dad's "mechanical abilities" soon had us on our way.
After dinner, I read until time to go back to work.
We got up seven more stacks—although some were rather small—of swamp hay. Mom and the girls brought out iced tea along about 4:30.
It rained all around us today, but missed the Green Valley. The clouds at least provided shade.
We finished the swamps by 6:30, so came home and did chores early. At supper, we watched "My Three Sons" on TV. Then I read the rest of the night.
Doug is taking all of next week off to teach bible school at Valentine.
It seems kind of good to be done with the brunt of haying.
I plopped out of bed at 6:30 and went out to breakfast. Then we headed outside to start the daily grind.
Lloyd and I went up north to catch up on scatterings. He raked and I bunched. Dad and Doug arrived soon after, so we started stacking. I raked then.
We got up one stack on the very east end and another along the south ditch before noon. On the way home, the four-wheeler conked out with a plugged gas line. Dad's "mechanical abilities" soon had us on our way.
After dinner, I read until time to go back to work.
We got up seven more stacks—although some were rather small—of swamp hay. Mom and the girls brought out iced tea along about 4:30.
It rained all around us today, but missed the Green Valley. The clouds at least provided shade.
We finished the swamps by 6:30, so came home and did chores early. At supper, we watched "My Three Sons" on TV. Then I read the rest of the night.
Doug is taking all of next week off to teach bible school at Valentine.
It seems kind of good to be done with the brunt of haying.