Soapweed
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My journal entry for Saturday, October 26, 1968
After breakfast, Lloyd and I went over by the bridge. We gassed up the crawler and put in about a quart of oil. Then we tore out a bunch of fence (intentionally).
Dad and Sandra went to Cody after some gravel, and then on to Merriman after Nancy Jean. I did some riding while they were gone, and then helped the carpenters and brick layers. When Dad got home, I unloaded the gravel.
Dad, Lloyd, Jess Davy, Harry Smith, Louis Patterson, and I worked on the patio and some planters the rest of the morning. We had dinner, and then continued our work.
Mom and the girls went to town to Linda Goodwin's wedding. She married LeRoy Guptill from Martin.
Later on in the afternoon, I saddled my bay mare and rode up north. It was windier than heck, and eventually a downpour was in full progress. I put some cattle from the middle pasture into the pasture between the north and west meadows. Then I took three Angus cows on up to the northwest pasture. They moved like three separate tornadoes, so it was rather a cold miserable trip. On the way home I brought along an old Hereford cow that needed to be sewed up.
Dad and I sat around the house awhile, and then did chores. We also sewed the cow up with baling wire.
Now a painting class is in session.
After breakfast, Lloyd and I went over by the bridge. We gassed up the crawler and put in about a quart of oil. Then we tore out a bunch of fence (intentionally).
Dad and Sandra went to Cody after some gravel, and then on to Merriman after Nancy Jean. I did some riding while they were gone, and then helped the carpenters and brick layers. When Dad got home, I unloaded the gravel.
Dad, Lloyd, Jess Davy, Harry Smith, Louis Patterson, and I worked on the patio and some planters the rest of the morning. We had dinner, and then continued our work.
Mom and the girls went to town to Linda Goodwin's wedding. She married LeRoy Guptill from Martin.
Later on in the afternoon, I saddled my bay mare and rode up north. It was windier than heck, and eventually a downpour was in full progress. I put some cattle from the middle pasture into the pasture between the north and west meadows. Then I took three Angus cows on up to the northwest pasture. They moved like three separate tornadoes, so it was rather a cold miserable trip. On the way home I brought along an old Hereford cow that needed to be sewed up.
Dad and I sat around the house awhile, and then did chores. We also sewed the cow up with baling wire.
Now a painting class is in session.