Soapweed
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My journal entry for Thursday, June 6, 1968
I sleepily awoke in time for breakfast. We put a couple bolts in the pickup stock rack, and got ready to go to the Leach Place.
We packed into the green pickup, as the four-wheeler had been left down south. On the way through town we got the mail. I got a Nebraskaland magazine, an Australian riding equipment catalog, a letter from Mrs. Orville Knights (Dad's second cousin from Thunder Bay, Ontario, Canada), a 4-H letter, and a Hereford Field Day letter.
At the Leach Place, we got on a load of posts. A bull was in the wrong pasture, so we put him back and fixed the hole in the fence where he got out.
We started a half mile stretch of fence running east from the Myers Place. I was kept pretty busy hauling posts from the dwindling pile, stringing wire, setting posts, and helping Dad put in box corners.
We had a slightly early dinner at the main set of buildings. After the customary noon hour, we continued our fence building.
Last night we got about two inches of rain here at home and only four tenths of an inch down south. When we started home this evening, a thick fog had settled. The temperature cooled off considerably.
For chores, Doug and Lloyd fed the bulls. Dad and I tied up the cows, fed the horse, and bucket fed an orphan calf. We came in to a good supper of beef stew, frozen peas, and cake and ice cream.
Robert Kennedy died early this morning from bullet wounds in his brain.
I sleepily awoke in time for breakfast. We put a couple bolts in the pickup stock rack, and got ready to go to the Leach Place.
We packed into the green pickup, as the four-wheeler had been left down south. On the way through town we got the mail. I got a Nebraskaland magazine, an Australian riding equipment catalog, a letter from Mrs. Orville Knights (Dad's second cousin from Thunder Bay, Ontario, Canada), a 4-H letter, and a Hereford Field Day letter.
At the Leach Place, we got on a load of posts. A bull was in the wrong pasture, so we put him back and fixed the hole in the fence where he got out.
We started a half mile stretch of fence running east from the Myers Place. I was kept pretty busy hauling posts from the dwindling pile, stringing wire, setting posts, and helping Dad put in box corners.
We had a slightly early dinner at the main set of buildings. After the customary noon hour, we continued our fence building.
Last night we got about two inches of rain here at home and only four tenths of an inch down south. When we started home this evening, a thick fog had settled. The temperature cooled off considerably.
For chores, Doug and Lloyd fed the bulls. Dad and I tied up the cows, fed the horse, and bucket fed an orphan calf. We came in to a good supper of beef stew, frozen peas, and cake and ice cream.
Robert Kennedy died early this morning from bullet wounds in his brain.