Soapweed
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My journal entry for Saturday, June 22, 1968
After breakfast, we drove the pickup over and hooked onto the rake. We are one jump ahead of ourselves getting hay machinery lined up, as we never unhooked the rake from the IHC Super C tractor last fall. Anyway, we pulled the outfit and got it started. I drove it up to the place and filled up a flat tire.
Mom hauled me to Emil Fuchser's place to get a tractor (IHC 450) that Dad bought at Decklyn Nelson's sale. Emil was using the tractor to drag a creep feeder, so I had a short wait. Then I drove the outfit the 34 miles home, pulling a dump wagon. This took about two hours, so I had a late dinner at 1:10.
In the afternoon, I went to town to take in a broken drawbar to get fixed, and to get some varnish. I also picked up milk, ice cream, and pop. The town was rather dead.
After arriving home, I painted some cubby holes in the shop black and then varnished our new wall.
The hired men were turned loose around 5:30. I did chores, and the rest of the tribe [family] drove around to do some checking. When they returned, Dad, the girls, and I worked on the Kosch mower. A hydraulic set-up went haywire so we took it apart.
The girls and I got in one heck of a memorable water fight this evening, with everything legal—plastic syringes, hoses, and water buckets.
After breakfast, we drove the pickup over and hooked onto the rake. We are one jump ahead of ourselves getting hay machinery lined up, as we never unhooked the rake from the IHC Super C tractor last fall. Anyway, we pulled the outfit and got it started. I drove it up to the place and filled up a flat tire.
Mom hauled me to Emil Fuchser's place to get a tractor (IHC 450) that Dad bought at Decklyn Nelson's sale. Emil was using the tractor to drag a creep feeder, so I had a short wait. Then I drove the outfit the 34 miles home, pulling a dump wagon. This took about two hours, so I had a late dinner at 1:10.
In the afternoon, I went to town to take in a broken drawbar to get fixed, and to get some varnish. I also picked up milk, ice cream, and pop. The town was rather dead.
After arriving home, I painted some cubby holes in the shop black and then varnished our new wall.
The hired men were turned loose around 5:30. I did chores, and the rest of the tribe [family] drove around to do some checking. When they returned, Dad, the girls, and I worked on the Kosch mower. A hydraulic set-up went haywire so we took it apart.
The girls and I got in one heck of a memorable water fight this evening, with everything legal—plastic syringes, hoses, and water buckets.