Soapweed
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My journal entry for Wednesday, July 31, 1968
The day dawned with another real cool morning. I pulled out of bed at 6:30 and went to breakfast.
Dad and I walked out in the heavy lot to put some older calves and their mothers in the horse pasture. Rebel, the dog, accompanied us, and got the cattle so excited we had to give up on our task.
We headed to the hayfield. Doug and I gassed up the mowing outfit while the rest of them put a tire on the sweep. I finished mowing one land, and then whacked out the east stack yard. The stacking crew got up three stacks before noon.
We sat down quietly to dinner and watched some of "Art Linkletter. Then I read in "The Man from Salt Creek," by Archie Joscelyn.
Back at the hay field, the first round of mowing a new land found me broke down. A connection holding the back cylinder broke. Dad took the outfit home to fix, and I swept for three and a half stacks. When he returned, I mowed with just the front bar the rest of the afternoon (kind of slow).
We got up 13 stacks today, our record so far for the year, but it still wasn't anything too remarkable. Dad had to go to a church meeting, so the hired hands and I did chores. Aunt Lois and some of her kids were out today, to work on some sewing or something. Anyway, Mom didn't bring out iced tea.
It sprinkled some today, even though there was a "less than 5% chance."
The day dawned with another real cool morning. I pulled out of bed at 6:30 and went to breakfast.
Dad and I walked out in the heavy lot to put some older calves and their mothers in the horse pasture. Rebel, the dog, accompanied us, and got the cattle so excited we had to give up on our task.
We headed to the hayfield. Doug and I gassed up the mowing outfit while the rest of them put a tire on the sweep. I finished mowing one land, and then whacked out the east stack yard. The stacking crew got up three stacks before noon.
We sat down quietly to dinner and watched some of "Art Linkletter. Then I read in "The Man from Salt Creek," by Archie Joscelyn.
Back at the hay field, the first round of mowing a new land found me broke down. A connection holding the back cylinder broke. Dad took the outfit home to fix, and I swept for three and a half stacks. When he returned, I mowed with just the front bar the rest of the afternoon (kind of slow).
We got up 13 stacks today, our record so far for the year, but it still wasn't anything too remarkable. Dad had to go to a church meeting, so the hired hands and I did chores. Aunt Lois and some of her kids were out today, to work on some sewing or something. Anyway, Mom didn't bring out iced tea.
It sprinkled some today, even though there was a "less than 5% chance."