Soapweed
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My journal entry for Tuesday, July 23, 1968
We got a little bit of rain last night—not enough to do any good, but just enough to keep us out of the hayfield a good share of the day.
The first thing after breakfast, I put the cow with the twin calves out in the tree lot pasture. The JO Outfit is building closets in their bunkhouse, so I got down some plywood doors from the rafters in the machine shed for them.
A cylinder on the rake went bad, so Dad had to go to Snyder's after one that they no longer use.
By about 10:00, the hay was dried enough to mow but not to stack. I mowed, and Lloyd raked a few scatterings until noon. Doug sorted bolts, and Dad worked on a fancy gate for the saddle room.
We ate dinner and then I read awhile before we went back to work. I mowed a little while, but then a wheel bolt broke so we had to take time out to repair it. Now every hour on the hour, I must stop to check the bolts for tightness.
We worked until 8:30 in the hay field. They put up seven stacks. I mowed with only minor incidents. As I finished mowing out a stack yard rather late, chores were done by the time I got home.
We had supper. Since then I have been reading in a new Western Horseman. [My mother gave me a subscription to The Western Horseman for a birthday present in November of 1964, and I have had an uninterrupted to that magazine ever since.]
Mom, Sybil, and Nancy Jean went to town this afternoon. They got some "necessities," such as milk, fustats, the mail, etc.
We got a little bit of rain last night—not enough to do any good, but just enough to keep us out of the hayfield a good share of the day.
The first thing after breakfast, I put the cow with the twin calves out in the tree lot pasture. The JO Outfit is building closets in their bunkhouse, so I got down some plywood doors from the rafters in the machine shed for them.
A cylinder on the rake went bad, so Dad had to go to Snyder's after one that they no longer use.
By about 10:00, the hay was dried enough to mow but not to stack. I mowed, and Lloyd raked a few scatterings until noon. Doug sorted bolts, and Dad worked on a fancy gate for the saddle room.
We ate dinner and then I read awhile before we went back to work. I mowed a little while, but then a wheel bolt broke so we had to take time out to repair it. Now every hour on the hour, I must stop to check the bolts for tightness.
We worked until 8:30 in the hay field. They put up seven stacks. I mowed with only minor incidents. As I finished mowing out a stack yard rather late, chores were done by the time I got home.
We had supper. Since then I have been reading in a new Western Horseman. [My mother gave me a subscription to The Western Horseman for a birthday present in November of 1964, and I have had an uninterrupted to that magazine ever since.]
Mom, Sybil, and Nancy Jean went to town this afternoon. They got some "necessities," such as milk, fustats, the mail, etc.