Soapweed
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My journal entry for Tuesday, January 2, 1968
Since last night was not a "stay up late occasion," the alarm went off at 5:00 a.m.—regular time. Dad, Lloyd, and I did chores and then came in to a hearty breakfast.
13 below was the official Green Valley temperature when we got up, and 0 was the day's high. Everyone is getting rather fed up with the coolness of the country.
I saddled up Sassy, got the calves in, and fed them. Lloyd and I then proceeded to feed hay to the cattle close to home. When the haysled was empty, we headed the tractor toward the West Meadow—against the mighty cool breeze. We loaded on a small stack and fed the cow bunch. The job was finished at 11:00, so we took turns driving the tractor and the pickup to the Home Meadow where we loaded on another small stack of hay. By then it was noon, so we drove the pickup home for dinner. Dad arrived home shortly after, from a trip to Martin after lumber.
After dinner and the usual siesta, Lloyd and I finished feeding and Dad rejuvenated the girls' sled. Dad and I put a comfort cover on the tractor, with a short time out to warm up.
The tractor was acting up today. The throttle kept freezing wide open, leaving a lot to be desired as far as performance goes. It's rather hard to feed and run at the same time. [Our feeding method was to turn the tractor loose, and walk alongside the haysled pulling the loose hay off with drag forks].
Chores are over and supper through, so I guess I'll goof off awhile before hitting the sack.
Since last night was not a "stay up late occasion," the alarm went off at 5:00 a.m.—regular time. Dad, Lloyd, and I did chores and then came in to a hearty breakfast.
13 below was the official Green Valley temperature when we got up, and 0 was the day's high. Everyone is getting rather fed up with the coolness of the country.
I saddled up Sassy, got the calves in, and fed them. Lloyd and I then proceeded to feed hay to the cattle close to home. When the haysled was empty, we headed the tractor toward the West Meadow—against the mighty cool breeze. We loaded on a small stack and fed the cow bunch. The job was finished at 11:00, so we took turns driving the tractor and the pickup to the Home Meadow where we loaded on another small stack of hay. By then it was noon, so we drove the pickup home for dinner. Dad arrived home shortly after, from a trip to Martin after lumber.
After dinner and the usual siesta, Lloyd and I finished feeding and Dad rejuvenated the girls' sled. Dad and I put a comfort cover on the tractor, with a short time out to warm up.
The tractor was acting up today. The throttle kept freezing wide open, leaving a lot to be desired as far as performance goes. It's rather hard to feed and run at the same time. [Our feeding method was to turn the tractor loose, and walk alongside the haysled pulling the loose hay off with drag forks].
Chores are over and supper through, so I guess I'll goof off awhile before hitting the sack.