Soapweed
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My journal entry for Sunday, July 21, 1968
As it was Sunday, we all overslept an hour. Mom fixed French toast, eggs, bacon, and grapefruit sections for breakfast.
Dad and I did chores late. Then I raked some scatterings over east, and he mowed out a new land. We cleaned out the pickup and then got ready for church.
Tom Scott from Clinton was the guest preacher today. He gave a lengthy enough sermon, but I can't say I got much out of it.
A bunch of us kids changed clothes at Grandma's (who by the way just got back from a two-day trip to Canada). Then we all went out to Lions Bridge on the Niobrara for a 4-H picnic.
After a pretty fair dinner, we had a 4-H meeting and watched a few demonstrations. Then some of the more ambitious went swimming.
The Green Valley crew left the picnic early, as Dad had to check down at the Leach Place. The rest of us came home. I spent about an hour and a half doing our extensive amount of chores.
My evening's entertainment consisted of riding Sybil's unicycle. I can ride it about 30 feet without falling.
On the local news scene, Bob Tarsitano of the Shovel Ranch is striking for higher wages. Bruce told him "good-bye," as he wanted $16 per day.
Ernie Bennett, of the Bar Ninety-Nine, quit Mrs. Bowring. That cut her down to a three-man hay crew, so she herself might have to start stacking hay! Ha, ha!
As it was Sunday, we all overslept an hour. Mom fixed French toast, eggs, bacon, and grapefruit sections for breakfast.
Dad and I did chores late. Then I raked some scatterings over east, and he mowed out a new land. We cleaned out the pickup and then got ready for church.
Tom Scott from Clinton was the guest preacher today. He gave a lengthy enough sermon, but I can't say I got much out of it.
A bunch of us kids changed clothes at Grandma's (who by the way just got back from a two-day trip to Canada). Then we all went out to Lions Bridge on the Niobrara for a 4-H picnic.
After a pretty fair dinner, we had a 4-H meeting and watched a few demonstrations. Then some of the more ambitious went swimming.
The Green Valley crew left the picnic early, as Dad had to check down at the Leach Place. The rest of us came home. I spent about an hour and a half doing our extensive amount of chores.
My evening's entertainment consisted of riding Sybil's unicycle. I can ride it about 30 feet without falling.
On the local news scene, Bob Tarsitano of the Shovel Ranch is striking for higher wages. Bruce told him "good-bye," as he wanted $16 per day.
Ernie Bennett, of the Bar Ninety-Nine, quit Mrs. Bowring. That cut her down to a three-man hay crew, so she herself might have to start stacking hay! Ha, ha!
