Soapweed
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My journal entry for Tuesday, July 9, 1968
My alarm called me out of deep slumber at 6:30. Breakfast lacked the usual eggs—as we were out.
I showed Lloyd how to run the sickle sharpener, and then Doug and I went over to the tree lot pasture to get the rake. It started alright, as it was on a hill. We put the sides up, and took it to the lane north of the barn. [This was a thirty foot wide Valley rake. To get it through gates, each side lifted up hydraulically, so that it could go through an 18' or 20' gate.]
Schneiders didn't make it out with the corn last night, but came this morning. About the time they got here, I took the four wheeler over to the west meadow to mow.
I mowed one land and laid out another one before dinner. I about got stuck a time or two in the swamp. We are going to have to leave more wet ground than we did last year.
An insurance adjuster from North Platte was here for dinner. He gave us about $350 for damages from the hail storm on June 29th.
I raked the hay north of the barn and then drove the outfit to the west meadow. Lloyd mowed some—he had a minor breakdown—while I raked. Dad and Doug, along with my sisters, showed up with the stacker and sweep. The hay was too green, so they came back about 5:30 and put up two stacks (Doug stacked them both) [as in being in the stack with a pitchfork]. Meanwhile, I finished mowing the meadow and a stack yard.
We came home, did chores, and had supper. The hired men fed the bulls, and Dad and I took care of the club calves. The girls fed the orphan calf.
I got an S.D. Myers saddle catalogue in the mail today.
My alarm called me out of deep slumber at 6:30. Breakfast lacked the usual eggs—as we were out.
I showed Lloyd how to run the sickle sharpener, and then Doug and I went over to the tree lot pasture to get the rake. It started alright, as it was on a hill. We put the sides up, and took it to the lane north of the barn. [This was a thirty foot wide Valley rake. To get it through gates, each side lifted up hydraulically, so that it could go through an 18' or 20' gate.]
Schneiders didn't make it out with the corn last night, but came this morning. About the time they got here, I took the four wheeler over to the west meadow to mow.
I mowed one land and laid out another one before dinner. I about got stuck a time or two in the swamp. We are going to have to leave more wet ground than we did last year.
An insurance adjuster from North Platte was here for dinner. He gave us about $350 for damages from the hail storm on June 29th.
I raked the hay north of the barn and then drove the outfit to the west meadow. Lloyd mowed some—he had a minor breakdown—while I raked. Dad and Doug, along with my sisters, showed up with the stacker and sweep. The hay was too green, so they came back about 5:30 and put up two stacks (Doug stacked them both) [as in being in the stack with a pitchfork]. Meanwhile, I finished mowing the meadow and a stack yard.
We came home, did chores, and had supper. The hired men fed the bulls, and Dad and I took care of the club calves. The girls fed the orphan calf.
I got an S.D. Myers saddle catalogue in the mail today.