Soapweed
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My journal entry for Thursday, February 8, 1968
Grandma awoke Ken and me at 7:30 this morning. I had a good sleep even though Ken did hog the covers a couple times. I can hold my own pretty well, now that I have a little size. Maybe if I ever get bigger, I can take the covers away from Ken some time.
We had a good breakfast of pancakes, eggs, and bacon. Time was short so we had to dash right along toward school.
In chorus, we are working on some songs for the PTA talent show, to be held February 17, 1968. "Joshua Fit the Battle of Jericho," "This Is My Country," and "In an Old Dutch Garden" are to be the selected numbers.
Typing, Geography, Geometry, and Science all went pretty smoothly this morning. Mr. Card announced a big "Geometric Design" contest—all entries to be in by Friday the 16th. The design is to be made entirely from rhombuses of the same size, and the prize will be one dollar.
For dinner we had chicken gravy on potatoes, biscuits, green beans, and plums. I did a Geometry assignment during part of the noon hour, and then walked down to Grandma's and got you, my dear diary. It's awful hard to make up two days in a diary when you are tired anyway, so since I had plenty of time during school I finished yesterday up. Some of my classmates were a little interested in my diary, so I let them see it. They seemed to enjoy looking over past experiences of mine.
English class was spent doing Literature, as has been the custom lately. We had study hall from the end of that class until school was out. Mr. McKay took John and Shirley driving.
Mr. Nelson took no pity on us, even though we were all tired from last night's game. He was downright disappointed in our performance last night, and he is going to try his darndest to get us in shape for our game with Harrison, Friday the 16th.
After ball practice, I visited with Casey and Cary Nelson and Maurice Hathorn for a little while before ambling on to Grandma's house. I gathered my extra clothes from yesterday, and waited for Dad to come to get Sandra and me. Sybil is staying all night with Ruthie Buckles.
We came on home, stopping first to pick up the mail and get some pop at the Standard Station. On the way, Dad remarked that Lloyd had really put in a good hard day, pitching a lot of hay and really making himself useful.
After we got home, I filled the car with gas while Dad finished up the chores. We came in to a supper of fried ham, beans, scalloped potatoes, and some other delicacies which have already slipped my mind. Mom and Sandra went to Merriman for a PTA meeting. Sybil and her classmates had some kind of performance to do there. Dad and I are trying to keep Nancy Jean [she was two years old] occupied and the fort held down.
Grandma awoke Ken and me at 7:30 this morning. I had a good sleep even though Ken did hog the covers a couple times. I can hold my own pretty well, now that I have a little size. Maybe if I ever get bigger, I can take the covers away from Ken some time.
We had a good breakfast of pancakes, eggs, and bacon. Time was short so we had to dash right along toward school.
In chorus, we are working on some songs for the PTA talent show, to be held February 17, 1968. "Joshua Fit the Battle of Jericho," "This Is My Country," and "In an Old Dutch Garden" are to be the selected numbers.
Typing, Geography, Geometry, and Science all went pretty smoothly this morning. Mr. Card announced a big "Geometric Design" contest—all entries to be in by Friday the 16th. The design is to be made entirely from rhombuses of the same size, and the prize will be one dollar.
For dinner we had chicken gravy on potatoes, biscuits, green beans, and plums. I did a Geometry assignment during part of the noon hour, and then walked down to Grandma's and got you, my dear diary. It's awful hard to make up two days in a diary when you are tired anyway, so since I had plenty of time during school I finished yesterday up. Some of my classmates were a little interested in my diary, so I let them see it. They seemed to enjoy looking over past experiences of mine.
English class was spent doing Literature, as has been the custom lately. We had study hall from the end of that class until school was out. Mr. McKay took John and Shirley driving.
Mr. Nelson took no pity on us, even though we were all tired from last night's game. He was downright disappointed in our performance last night, and he is going to try his darndest to get us in shape for our game with Harrison, Friday the 16th.
After ball practice, I visited with Casey and Cary Nelson and Maurice Hathorn for a little while before ambling on to Grandma's house. I gathered my extra clothes from yesterday, and waited for Dad to come to get Sandra and me. Sybil is staying all night with Ruthie Buckles.
We came on home, stopping first to pick up the mail and get some pop at the Standard Station. On the way, Dad remarked that Lloyd had really put in a good hard day, pitching a lot of hay and really making himself useful.
After we got home, I filled the car with gas while Dad finished up the chores. We came in to a supper of fried ham, beans, scalloped potatoes, and some other delicacies which have already slipped my mind. Mom and Sandra went to Merriman for a PTA meeting. Sybil and her classmates had some kind of performance to do there. Dad and I are trying to keep Nancy Jean [she was two years old] occupied and the fort held down.