Soapweed
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My journal entry for Saturday, July 13, 1968
Dad got up real early—before daybreak—and went down south. He got back about 9:30, after checking the Leach Place and both ours and Uncle Stan's Fuchser Places.
After chores and breakfast, the hired men and I worked in the shop until the dew dried up so we could hay. Lloyd sharpened a couple sickles, Doug sorted bolts, and I straightened up the red shop.
We went out to the hayfield and put an arm on the stacker. Then we raked, bunched, and mowed until Dad arrived.
I finished mowing a little patch west of the branding corral, and then moved to the home meadow. I about completed a land of wild oats grass before dinner.
We came home for dinner. I read The Gordon Journal until 1:00.
The stacking crew had kind of a bad afternoon. The sweep tractor conked out again, and Lloyd put the rake temporarily out of commission. He tried to wiggle through a small gate, got stuck, and the tractor stalled. He unhooked the rake and broke a tie-rod on the tractor while pulling it out.
Harry Miles, a mechanic from Martin, came down to fix the sweep.
I about got everything mowed north of the ditch in the home meadow. We did chores and came in to supper. The hired men took off for the week-end, and the rest of us watched a Miss Universe pageant on TV.
Dad got up real early—before daybreak—and went down south. He got back about 9:30, after checking the Leach Place and both ours and Uncle Stan's Fuchser Places.
After chores and breakfast, the hired men and I worked in the shop until the dew dried up so we could hay. Lloyd sharpened a couple sickles, Doug sorted bolts, and I straightened up the red shop.
We went out to the hayfield and put an arm on the stacker. Then we raked, bunched, and mowed until Dad arrived.
I finished mowing a little patch west of the branding corral, and then moved to the home meadow. I about completed a land of wild oats grass before dinner.
We came home for dinner. I read The Gordon Journal until 1:00.
The stacking crew had kind of a bad afternoon. The sweep tractor conked out again, and Lloyd put the rake temporarily out of commission. He tried to wiggle through a small gate, got stuck, and the tractor stalled. He unhooked the rake and broke a tie-rod on the tractor while pulling it out.
Harry Miles, a mechanic from Martin, came down to fix the sweep.
I about got everything mowed north of the ditch in the home meadow. We did chores and came in to supper. The hired men took off for the week-end, and the rest of us watched a Miss Universe pageant on TV.