Soapweed
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My journal entry for Sunday, January 28, 1968
First off, I left out a couple of items from yesterday. Joe Cottier delivered a load of pellets from Mueller Feeds of Martin, South Dakota on Saturday morning. I also made a rather startling discovery that our poor dog, Lassie, is all bunged up. A coyote must have tackled her, or maybe a horned cow gored her. Anyway, she has a big gash on the underside of her neck.
Now for today's escapades. Even though I got to bed late last night (midnight), I got in a pretty good night's sleep. I piled out at 8:00 and ate an unhurried breakfast with Mom and Dad.
Dad went up north to cake the cows. I put out the grain for the calves, and rode out to gather them on Hawk Eye. He is about nine years old now, and is still a pretty good old horse.
I did what hay feeding needed to be done around here. By that time, Dad was back so we went in to get ready for church.
The Green Valley bunch made it to church at 11:05, just barely in time. The congregation was about average in size. I whiled away the hour by drawing on the bulletin.
Burtons came out for dinner today, so I rode out with John, Ardith, and Mitch. We mostly discussed the disadvantages of income taxes, as that was the thought uppermost on John's mind. With a flourish and a roar of a bad muffler, Dad passed us up. The rest of us made it safe and sound, and were in plenty of time for dinner anyway.
Mom had re-fixed a lot of the left-overs from last night for dinner, but it still tasted good. Ardie had brought over some stuff, too.
After dinner, the women had a good chat while Dad, John, and us kids ambled down to the saddle room and looked things over. We then drove around a little, looking at the horses and cattle.
We came back in the house and sat around visiting. John told a couple of his usual jokes (I've forgotten them already), and then told of some of his experiences, riding horseback to the Grand Canyon from Nebraska, and cowboying in Nevada and Utah. I changed my clothes and did chores before it got too late.
When I got back in, supper was ready. Burtons left shortly thereafter.
Since I did chores, Dad went out to get in a new calf of Lloyd's, as it is getting pretty cool outdoors. The mother of this calf is doing rather poorly, and she hasn't cleaned properly. She isn't a very good mother and doesn't give much milk.
I guess Uncle Garould (Fairhead) has purchased Lester Hull's ranch. It is a little over 1500 acres, and is a pretty good ranch with some meadow ground. From the grapevine, I think he gave $75 per acre, which includes Lester's hay and equipment thrown in on the deal.
Well, it is about time to turn in now.
First off, I left out a couple of items from yesterday. Joe Cottier delivered a load of pellets from Mueller Feeds of Martin, South Dakota on Saturday morning. I also made a rather startling discovery that our poor dog, Lassie, is all bunged up. A coyote must have tackled her, or maybe a horned cow gored her. Anyway, she has a big gash on the underside of her neck.
Now for today's escapades. Even though I got to bed late last night (midnight), I got in a pretty good night's sleep. I piled out at 8:00 and ate an unhurried breakfast with Mom and Dad.
Dad went up north to cake the cows. I put out the grain for the calves, and rode out to gather them on Hawk Eye. He is about nine years old now, and is still a pretty good old horse.
I did what hay feeding needed to be done around here. By that time, Dad was back so we went in to get ready for church.
The Green Valley bunch made it to church at 11:05, just barely in time. The congregation was about average in size. I whiled away the hour by drawing on the bulletin.
Burtons came out for dinner today, so I rode out with John, Ardith, and Mitch. We mostly discussed the disadvantages of income taxes, as that was the thought uppermost on John's mind. With a flourish and a roar of a bad muffler, Dad passed us up. The rest of us made it safe and sound, and were in plenty of time for dinner anyway.
Mom had re-fixed a lot of the left-overs from last night for dinner, but it still tasted good. Ardie had brought over some stuff, too.
After dinner, the women had a good chat while Dad, John, and us kids ambled down to the saddle room and looked things over. We then drove around a little, looking at the horses and cattle.
We came back in the house and sat around visiting. John told a couple of his usual jokes (I've forgotten them already), and then told of some of his experiences, riding horseback to the Grand Canyon from Nebraska, and cowboying in Nevada and Utah. I changed my clothes and did chores before it got too late.
When I got back in, supper was ready. Burtons left shortly thereafter.
Since I did chores, Dad went out to get in a new calf of Lloyd's, as it is getting pretty cool outdoors. The mother of this calf is doing rather poorly, and she hasn't cleaned properly. She isn't a very good mother and doesn't give much milk.
I guess Uncle Garould (Fairhead) has purchased Lester Hull's ranch. It is a little over 1500 acres, and is a pretty good ranch with some meadow ground. From the grapevine, I think he gave $75 per acre, which includes Lester's hay and equipment thrown in on the deal.
Well, it is about time to turn in now.