Soapweed
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My journal entry for Thursday, June 27, 1968
I crawled out at the usual time and had breakfast. The morning was spent cleaning out the red shop. This is kind of my own special project, and it seems to take forever. I have to sort out junk and put it into categories.
We had dinner, and over the noon hour I read. I started a book I've read before—Lost Valley by Edwin Booth.
Dad, the girls, and the hired men went down south in the afternoon. I stayed at home to mow the tree lot. Things went pretty good until about 4:00. The end section of the front sickle went bad, and as I didn't have a spare sickle, I had to drive the outfit the little ways home. Somewhere along the line, a front tire picked up some wire and went flat.
Anyway, I spent the rest of the afternoon working in the shop. When 7:00 came along, I did chores.
I was covered with dirt from my dusty job, and couldn't have been much dirtier. A bath felt mighty good.
After supper, I saddled Sassy and rode over to Boltz's "Jesson Place." I looked at some old horse machinery—in case I happen to luck out and get a team. Two horse mowers were in pretty good shape. The mosquitoes about ate us out.
Snyd and Timmy came over to look at our diesel tractor and our shop (while it's cleaned up). While they were here, the Bridgeport Equipment truck brought our mowers and their post hole digger. The driver was slightly "oiled up."
I crawled out at the usual time and had breakfast. The morning was spent cleaning out the red shop. This is kind of my own special project, and it seems to take forever. I have to sort out junk and put it into categories.
We had dinner, and over the noon hour I read. I started a book I've read before—Lost Valley by Edwin Booth.
Dad, the girls, and the hired men went down south in the afternoon. I stayed at home to mow the tree lot. Things went pretty good until about 4:00. The end section of the front sickle went bad, and as I didn't have a spare sickle, I had to drive the outfit the little ways home. Somewhere along the line, a front tire picked up some wire and went flat.
Anyway, I spent the rest of the afternoon working in the shop. When 7:00 came along, I did chores.
I was covered with dirt from my dusty job, and couldn't have been much dirtier. A bath felt mighty good.
After supper, I saddled Sassy and rode over to Boltz's "Jesson Place." I looked at some old horse machinery—in case I happen to luck out and get a team. Two horse mowers were in pretty good shape. The mosquitoes about ate us out.
Snyd and Timmy came over to look at our diesel tractor and our shop (while it's cleaned up). While they were here, the Bridgeport Equipment truck brought our mowers and their post hole digger. The driver was slightly "oiled up."