My journal entry for Thursday, August 1, 1968
I crawled out of bed at the lackadaisical hour of 7:00. We had the usual breakfast of pancakes, eggs, bacon, and/or cereal.
Dad and I went to the north meadow by way of the long way around. I took the crawler over to where the mower tractor was broke down, with the back mower off.
We fixed this while the hired men cleaned up scatterings. Then Dad went home to get Sandra to rake.
I mowed the rest of the morning, and the rest of them got up a couple stacks. Just at noon, Dad’s sweep broke down—the front end (really the back end of the reversed tractor) went haywire.
Mom, Sybil, and Nancy Jean brought dinner to the hayfield. We ate under some shade trees. Then I got in a big brawl with the girls.
I finished mowing the north meadow by about 5:00. Then I took Sybil’s place in the scatter-raking department.
Mom brought up iced tea and then we continued stacking until 7:30—getting up six stacks today.
Doug Ward and Lloyd McNare (our hired men) came home to do chores. Dad and I drove through some swamps in the home meadow to see if they are dry enough to mow.
I rode Sybil’s unicycle before supper. Then I started a book “Gold in a Tin Cup,” by Don P. Jenison.
I crawled out of bed at the lackadaisical hour of 7:00. We had the usual breakfast of pancakes, eggs, bacon, and/or cereal.
Dad and I went to the north meadow by way of the long way around. I took the crawler over to where the mower tractor was broke down, with the back mower off.
We fixed this while the hired men cleaned up scatterings. Then Dad went home to get Sandra to rake.
I mowed the rest of the morning, and the rest of them got up a couple stacks. Just at noon, Dad’s sweep broke down—the front end (really the back end of the reversed tractor) went haywire.
Mom, Sybil, and Nancy Jean brought dinner to the hayfield. We ate under some shade trees. Then I got in a big brawl with the girls.
I finished mowing the north meadow by about 5:00. Then I took Sybil’s place in the scatter-raking department.
Mom brought up iced tea and then we continued stacking until 7:30—getting up six stacks today.
Doug Ward and Lloyd McNare (our hired men) came home to do chores. Dad and I drove through some swamps in the home meadow to see if they are dry enough to mow.
I rode Sybil’s unicycle before supper. Then I started a book “Gold in a Tin Cup,” by Don P. Jenison.