Soapweed
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My journal entry for Tuesday, July 16, 1968
As usual, I'm about three days behind. This wouldn't be quite so bad if I had a decent memory.
We hayed all morning. I can't remember anything spectacular that happened. I also forgot how many stacks we got up, but it was a low single-digit numeral.
Another thing I'll have to mention is that my plans to sleep outside last night fizzled. The mosquitoes done ate me out, so I slept in the basement.
We came in for dinner. I spent the noon hour reading.
We had good intentions of really putting up hay in the afternoon. However, a big rain storm came up about 4:00. We probably got an inch and a half, so needless to say, we got washed out of the hayfield.
I hauled salt over east and doctored a back rubber. Then I came home and got ready to go to town.
Our family went in to see Aunt Gladys [my grandmother's sister from Rockglen, Saskatchewan, Canada] and Grandma. We had a good supper at the café. Dad had to go to Martin for an REA (rural electric association) meeting, so the rest of us stayed at Grandma's and visited. I read out of "Spurs West," a collection of short stories edited by S. Omar Barker, for most of the night. Grandma fixed a snack of ice cream and cookies.
Dad came along about 11:00, so we came home. After checking some heavy cows, we hit the sack—just short of midnight.
As usual, I'm about three days behind. This wouldn't be quite so bad if I had a decent memory.
We hayed all morning. I can't remember anything spectacular that happened. I also forgot how many stacks we got up, but it was a low single-digit numeral.
Another thing I'll have to mention is that my plans to sleep outside last night fizzled. The mosquitoes done ate me out, so I slept in the basement.
We came in for dinner. I spent the noon hour reading.
We had good intentions of really putting up hay in the afternoon. However, a big rain storm came up about 4:00. We probably got an inch and a half, so needless to say, we got washed out of the hayfield.
I hauled salt over east and doctored a back rubber. Then I came home and got ready to go to town.
Our family went in to see Aunt Gladys [my grandmother's sister from Rockglen, Saskatchewan, Canada] and Grandma. We had a good supper at the café. Dad had to go to Martin for an REA (rural electric association) meeting, so the rest of us stayed at Grandma's and visited. I read out of "Spurs West," a collection of short stories edited by S. Omar Barker, for most of the night. Grandma fixed a snack of ice cream and cookies.
Dad came along about 11:00, so we came home. After checking some heavy cows, we hit the sack—just short of midnight.