Soapweed
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My journal entry for Saturday, July 27, 1968
After breakfast, I went down by the machine shed to get the mower tractor ready. Dad came down and helped. We noticed a brace that had vibrated off, so spent quite a while putting one on from the other spare mower. We put up the bars and then I headed the outfit to the north meadow.
I laid out a big land on the south west part of the meadow. Mom and Dad brought up the green pickup so I'd have a way home. I made four rounds before dinner. The only incident occurred when a belt broke on the back mower. Luckily, I had a spare.
We had a generous hour-and-a-half noon hour, so I read in "The Fields of Home," by Ralph Moody.
The stackers did pretty well today. They put up one stack before dinner and nine in the afternoon.
I continued mowing. The land was big and the grass tough, so it was rather a tiring afternoon. Mom, Sybil, and Nancy Jean brought up iced tea along about 4:00. I didn't get done mowing, so will have to finish up in the morning. I worked until after 8:00 and called it a day.
We had supper. The hired men took off for the week-end, and the rest of us just loafed around. The womenfolk made some root beer floats, and then it was about bedtime.
I guess Ben Buckles took away some of Browns' Indian leases. There's liable to be a regular range war.
After breakfast, I went down by the machine shed to get the mower tractor ready. Dad came down and helped. We noticed a brace that had vibrated off, so spent quite a while putting one on from the other spare mower. We put up the bars and then I headed the outfit to the north meadow.
I laid out a big land on the south west part of the meadow. Mom and Dad brought up the green pickup so I'd have a way home. I made four rounds before dinner. The only incident occurred when a belt broke on the back mower. Luckily, I had a spare.
We had a generous hour-and-a-half noon hour, so I read in "The Fields of Home," by Ralph Moody.
The stackers did pretty well today. They put up one stack before dinner and nine in the afternoon.
I continued mowing. The land was big and the grass tough, so it was rather a tiring afternoon. Mom, Sybil, and Nancy Jean brought up iced tea along about 4:00. I didn't get done mowing, so will have to finish up in the morning. I worked until after 8:00 and called it a day.
We had supper. The hired men took off for the week-end, and the rest of us just loafed around. The womenfolk made some root beer floats, and then it was about bedtime.
I guess Ben Buckles took away some of Browns' Indian leases. There's liable to be a regular range war.