Soapweed
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My journal entry for Wednesday, January 17, 1968
I piled out at six this morning to a nice day temperature-wise, but rather windy otherwise. After a good breakfast consisting of pancakes, an egg, bacon, half an orange, and milk, I got ready for school.
We made it to band a little early today, and worked on a real "quaint" song, "The Hermit of Kildare." It is sort of mysterious.
The sophomores and seniors practiced the play again. Everyone is kind of beginning to know their parts by now, but it is about time as the play is scheduled to happen tomorrow night.
"Goolash" with corn and cheese made up the main course at dinner today, and it went down pretty good. My noon hour was mostly devoted to writing another two pages on a story started in September. It is about a camping trip that Ken, John, Davy Jones (a friend from Martin, SD), and I took last summer. We rode horseback and led one pack horse from the Leach Place to down past the U Cross (or Fawn Lake Cattle Company), camped that night, and rode back to the Leach Place the next day.
This afternoon, the play cast skipped all classes and fixed up stage props. Nothing very exciting happened, but we got out of a little school and didn't overwork ourselves at that.
Phys ed was next on the agenda. It was my first class of any kind under the coach/history teacher, Mr. Nelson. He seems like a nice guy and things went along pretty smoothly. We got a little "physical exercise" instead of just ramming around like we did when Mr. Arndt was coach. Yessir! I think things happened for the better when that guy was canned.
Ken and I quit phys ed about 4:00 and went down to the church for MYF (Methodist Youth Fellowship). First, however, we went to the store for some treats which our little class can never get along without. I bought a sack of cookies to take to the church, and then treated Ken and myself each to a bottle of pop (on Dad's charge account, of course). We went to the church and sat around for a long time waiting for the preacher. We two boys killed all the cookies way before Jeana showed up, and it was still quite a lengthy wait for Rev. DeWitt. After a short lesson, we were turned loose.
Sandra, Sybil, and I motored home. I scurried into my "work clothes" and went down to where Dad and Lloyd were spraying cattle for lice. Between the house and the barn, I was running along at a pretty good clip. It was dark, and I fell head over heels over the top of a closed wire gate. Very seldom is it ever closed, and I was not used to it being there. I didn't make myself very useful, I guess, because I was sent up to the house for supper as we have play practice tonight.
As luck would have it, the car didn't start when I was ready to go, so Dad had to push the outfit with the tractor. It started then.
Play practice was delayed considerably as Vertrie McLane got stuck on her way to town, and didn't make it in until about 8:00. Besides the late start, the play went slowly anyway. I finally made it home and to bed by about 11:30.
I piled out at six this morning to a nice day temperature-wise, but rather windy otherwise. After a good breakfast consisting of pancakes, an egg, bacon, half an orange, and milk, I got ready for school.
We made it to band a little early today, and worked on a real "quaint" song, "The Hermit of Kildare." It is sort of mysterious.
The sophomores and seniors practiced the play again. Everyone is kind of beginning to know their parts by now, but it is about time as the play is scheduled to happen tomorrow night.
"Goolash" with corn and cheese made up the main course at dinner today, and it went down pretty good. My noon hour was mostly devoted to writing another two pages on a story started in September. It is about a camping trip that Ken, John, Davy Jones (a friend from Martin, SD), and I took last summer. We rode horseback and led one pack horse from the Leach Place to down past the U Cross (or Fawn Lake Cattle Company), camped that night, and rode back to the Leach Place the next day.
This afternoon, the play cast skipped all classes and fixed up stage props. Nothing very exciting happened, but we got out of a little school and didn't overwork ourselves at that.
Phys ed was next on the agenda. It was my first class of any kind under the coach/history teacher, Mr. Nelson. He seems like a nice guy and things went along pretty smoothly. We got a little "physical exercise" instead of just ramming around like we did when Mr. Arndt was coach. Yessir! I think things happened for the better when that guy was canned.
Ken and I quit phys ed about 4:00 and went down to the church for MYF (Methodist Youth Fellowship). First, however, we went to the store for some treats which our little class can never get along without. I bought a sack of cookies to take to the church, and then treated Ken and myself each to a bottle of pop (on Dad's charge account, of course). We went to the church and sat around for a long time waiting for the preacher. We two boys killed all the cookies way before Jeana showed up, and it was still quite a lengthy wait for Rev. DeWitt. After a short lesson, we were turned loose.
Sandra, Sybil, and I motored home. I scurried into my "work clothes" and went down to where Dad and Lloyd were spraying cattle for lice. Between the house and the barn, I was running along at a pretty good clip. It was dark, and I fell head over heels over the top of a closed wire gate. Very seldom is it ever closed, and I was not used to it being there. I didn't make myself very useful, I guess, because I was sent up to the house for supper as we have play practice tonight.
As luck would have it, the car didn't start when I was ready to go, so Dad had to push the outfit with the tractor. It started then.
Play practice was delayed considerably as Vertrie McLane got stuck on her way to town, and didn't make it in until about 8:00. Besides the late start, the play went slowly anyway. I finally made it home and to bed by about 11:30.