Soapweed
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My journal entry for Tuesday, June 18, 1968
This day was five days in the past by the time I got around to writing it, so hope I can remember the details.
We left for the Leach Place. On the way through town, we dropped off Doug (who took the day off to get new glasses and a driver's license at Valentine).
We worked on a new fence line on the east side of the East Meadow. We are using old posts and old wire, so it is not a "new" fence, but a "different" fence.
Quite a little of the morning was used to straighten out the fence, where the hired men got the holes crooked yesterday.
We ate our lunch and worked on the fence until 4:30. Dad sprayed some Leafy Spurge. Then we came on home after stopping for pop and a chat at the filling station.
Uncle Joy's, Uncle Garould's, Uncle Stan's, Kenneth Walker's, Uncle Leigh's, Grandma, and Hazel Lyle came for supper. Walkers arrived early, so they rode Sassy for entertainment.
Dad fried hamburgers outside, but the rest of the supper was fixed inside. We ate outside.
The kids of the various families—about 17 in all—played ambitious type games like pump pump pullaway, Red Rover, Step off Step, and Tag. The California cousins filled us in about big schools and city life.
Everybody pulled out at about 11:00. The JO bunch stuck around for one more glass of iced tea, and then we bid our tired adieus.
This day was five days in the past by the time I got around to writing it, so hope I can remember the details.
We left for the Leach Place. On the way through town, we dropped off Doug (who took the day off to get new glasses and a driver's license at Valentine).
We worked on a new fence line on the east side of the East Meadow. We are using old posts and old wire, so it is not a "new" fence, but a "different" fence.
Quite a little of the morning was used to straighten out the fence, where the hired men got the holes crooked yesterday.
We ate our lunch and worked on the fence until 4:30. Dad sprayed some Leafy Spurge. Then we came on home after stopping for pop and a chat at the filling station.
Uncle Joy's, Uncle Garould's, Uncle Stan's, Kenneth Walker's, Uncle Leigh's, Grandma, and Hazel Lyle came for supper. Walkers arrived early, so they rode Sassy for entertainment.
Dad fried hamburgers outside, but the rest of the supper was fixed inside. We ate outside.
The kids of the various families—about 17 in all—played ambitious type games like pump pump pullaway, Red Rover, Step off Step, and Tag. The California cousins filled us in about big schools and city life.
Everybody pulled out at about 11:00. The JO bunch stuck around for one more glass of iced tea, and then we bid our tired adieus.
