Soapweed
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My journal entry for Wednesday, January 3, 1968
Well, I've got a little something to write about today, but I'll get into that later!
I got up at about 6:30, ate breakfast, and got ready to go to school. We were going to take the car, but since it wouldn't start we took the white pickup. We arrived at school just a shade after 8:00, in plenty of time for band. School was just "average" in the morning, but we practiced our play (to be given January 18th) in the afternoon. From about 2:30 on, I had phys ed.
After school, Sandra, Sybil, and I crawled in the white pickup to go home. I got the mail while the girls got groceries. We started home a little after 4:00. I was munching on some candies, and about two miles from town I must have reached down to get one. Anyhow, the next thing I knew the pickup was upside down, and Sandra, Sybil, and I were looking for a convenient way out. Finally I got oriented again and found the window. We struggled through the window, trying to dodge dripping gas. We were all out, comparing injuries and standing there freezing, when a truck approached from the west. It stopped and while we were telling the trucker our story, a car came from the west and stopped. Since the car could turn around more easily than the truck, we climbed in and rode back to Merriman, letting the trucker continue on his merry way.
Back in town, I reported the mishap to Clyde Weber, the deputy sheriff. We went down to the hardware store to try to get a wrecker. Ben Buckles wasn't there, so we journeyed on out to the wreck.
Stan Boltz, Jack Dahlgren, Byron Skinner, Dean Robertson, and Clyde were all there at the scene so we tried to tip the pickup back on all fours again. All muscle efforts failed so Stan Boltz hooked his four-wheeler on and the pickup was rightside up in jig time. [ATV's were still a thing of the future, so in this case "four-wheeler" meant a four-wheel-drive pickup.] Royal McGaughey and Dad showed up about then, so everyone began to gather up scattered articles. The pickup was pulled off the road, out of the direct line of traffic, and left for the night. Dad and I got in his four-wheeler and came to town to get the girls. They had walked up to Grandma's house.
Up until now, no one was thought to have been hurt, but Sybil's arm was swelled up and hurting pretty badly. Dad took her to the doctor in Grandma's car while I went home after Mom in the pickup [eight miles]. She has a college class every Wednesday night.
As I was writing this, Dad called from Gordon to say that Sybil had broken a little bone in her arm, not anything real serious.
Looking back, I think the Scott steel stock rack on the pickup acted like a roll bar and helped to keep the top of the cab from smashing down on us. I think we were a pretty lucky bunch to get off as easy as we did.
I'm about ready to take it easy after a "pretty exciting day."
Well, I've got a little something to write about today, but I'll get into that later!
I got up at about 6:30, ate breakfast, and got ready to go to school. We were going to take the car, but since it wouldn't start we took the white pickup. We arrived at school just a shade after 8:00, in plenty of time for band. School was just "average" in the morning, but we practiced our play (to be given January 18th) in the afternoon. From about 2:30 on, I had phys ed.
After school, Sandra, Sybil, and I crawled in the white pickup to go home. I got the mail while the girls got groceries. We started home a little after 4:00. I was munching on some candies, and about two miles from town I must have reached down to get one. Anyhow, the next thing I knew the pickup was upside down, and Sandra, Sybil, and I were looking for a convenient way out. Finally I got oriented again and found the window. We struggled through the window, trying to dodge dripping gas. We were all out, comparing injuries and standing there freezing, when a truck approached from the west. It stopped and while we were telling the trucker our story, a car came from the west and stopped. Since the car could turn around more easily than the truck, we climbed in and rode back to Merriman, letting the trucker continue on his merry way.
Back in town, I reported the mishap to Clyde Weber, the deputy sheriff. We went down to the hardware store to try to get a wrecker. Ben Buckles wasn't there, so we journeyed on out to the wreck.
Stan Boltz, Jack Dahlgren, Byron Skinner, Dean Robertson, and Clyde were all there at the scene so we tried to tip the pickup back on all fours again. All muscle efforts failed so Stan Boltz hooked his four-wheeler on and the pickup was rightside up in jig time. [ATV's were still a thing of the future, so in this case "four-wheeler" meant a four-wheel-drive pickup.] Royal McGaughey and Dad showed up about then, so everyone began to gather up scattered articles. The pickup was pulled off the road, out of the direct line of traffic, and left for the night. Dad and I got in his four-wheeler and came to town to get the girls. They had walked up to Grandma's house.
Up until now, no one was thought to have been hurt, but Sybil's arm was swelled up and hurting pretty badly. Dad took her to the doctor in Grandma's car while I went home after Mom in the pickup [eight miles]. She has a college class every Wednesday night.
As I was writing this, Dad called from Gordon to say that Sybil had broken a little bone in her arm, not anything real serious.
Looking back, I think the Scott steel stock rack on the pickup acted like a roll bar and helped to keep the top of the cab from smashing down on us. I think we were a pretty lucky bunch to get off as easy as we did.
I'm about ready to take it easy after a "pretty exciting day."