Soapweed
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My journal entry for Tuesday, February 20, 1968
We got up at a reasonable time, ate breakfast, and took the four-wheeler to school. I dropped the girls off at Grandma's, and drove the pickup down to the Standard Station to get a spring put on and some other work done to it. I started walking on up to the school, but Aunt Gladys [Garould Fairhead's wife] helped me out by giving me a ride.
In chorus, we didn't sing too much but rigged up "props" for the song "Dry Bones." Typing went along pretty smoothly. We discussed different aspects of the Pacific Islands and New Zealand in Geography. A sort of test to be due tomorrow was assigned in Geography. We took notes on grasshoppers in Biology.
For dinner, we had sloppy joes, corn, and peaches. I read in "Trails Plowed Under" until 1:00.
We read another play in Literature class. Mr. McKay let us work on Driver's Ed posters in class. I struggled all period but never did come up with any real "winners" along that line. We studied until school was turned loose at 3:50.
After school, I went up to Grandma's and called home to find out any available news. There wasn't much. Dad had gone to an REA (Rural Electric Association) meeting, and while he was gone Lloyd had a little bad luck. The hydraulic system on the IHC 450 sprung a leak.
I went down to the station before it closed up for the night, to get the pickup. On the way, I charged a gallon of milk at the store [the Red and White Grocery Store, owned and operated by Alvin and Winnie Rhodes] and got the mail. I got a letter from Davy Jones from Martin, who was interested to know if we had any plans for our 2nd annual spring camping trip.
After I took the pickup to Grandma's, I borrowed some paper and wrote a reply to Davy. Then we had an early supper. I changed clothes and got ready to go to Rushville for a district basketball tournament.
I sauntered over to the school and got on the bus with the other tournament goers. We didn't make too good a time going as the roads were somewhat snow-packed.
Oh man, talk about getting slaughtered, Hyannis beat us all to heck. We could have easily beat them had we just put our minds to it, but we didn't. Our last game of the season ended with the score 69—29. Afterwards, Aunt Lois commented that we played "like a bunch of old women." The sad part is that this was about halfway the truth. She wasn't the only one who felt this way, as the coach was quite displeased, too.
I rode home with Uncle Stan's, but first we all stopped for lunch at the Food Bowl in Rushville. We got back to Merriman at about 11:00. I stayed all night at Grandma's.
Joe Kent, Dad's cousin from Boulder, Colorado is in the hospital with an ear infection.
We got up at a reasonable time, ate breakfast, and took the four-wheeler to school. I dropped the girls off at Grandma's, and drove the pickup down to the Standard Station to get a spring put on and some other work done to it. I started walking on up to the school, but Aunt Gladys [Garould Fairhead's wife] helped me out by giving me a ride.
In chorus, we didn't sing too much but rigged up "props" for the song "Dry Bones." Typing went along pretty smoothly. We discussed different aspects of the Pacific Islands and New Zealand in Geography. A sort of test to be due tomorrow was assigned in Geography. We took notes on grasshoppers in Biology.
For dinner, we had sloppy joes, corn, and peaches. I read in "Trails Plowed Under" until 1:00.
We read another play in Literature class. Mr. McKay let us work on Driver's Ed posters in class. I struggled all period but never did come up with any real "winners" along that line. We studied until school was turned loose at 3:50.
After school, I went up to Grandma's and called home to find out any available news. There wasn't much. Dad had gone to an REA (Rural Electric Association) meeting, and while he was gone Lloyd had a little bad luck. The hydraulic system on the IHC 450 sprung a leak.
I went down to the station before it closed up for the night, to get the pickup. On the way, I charged a gallon of milk at the store [the Red and White Grocery Store, owned and operated by Alvin and Winnie Rhodes] and got the mail. I got a letter from Davy Jones from Martin, who was interested to know if we had any plans for our 2nd annual spring camping trip.
After I took the pickup to Grandma's, I borrowed some paper and wrote a reply to Davy. Then we had an early supper. I changed clothes and got ready to go to Rushville for a district basketball tournament.
I sauntered over to the school and got on the bus with the other tournament goers. We didn't make too good a time going as the roads were somewhat snow-packed.
Oh man, talk about getting slaughtered, Hyannis beat us all to heck. We could have easily beat them had we just put our minds to it, but we didn't. Our last game of the season ended with the score 69—29. Afterwards, Aunt Lois commented that we played "like a bunch of old women." The sad part is that this was about halfway the truth. She wasn't the only one who felt this way, as the coach was quite displeased, too.
I rode home with Uncle Stan's, but first we all stopped for lunch at the Food Bowl in Rushville. We got back to Merriman at about 11:00. I stayed all night at Grandma's.
Joe Kent, Dad's cousin from Boulder, Colorado is in the hospital with an ear infection.