Soapweed
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Saturday, February 24, 1968 Journal
I arose at 6:30 and ate breakfast with Mom, Dad, and Lloyd. Then I rode Hawk Eye out after the calves while Lloyd put out the grain.
We couldn't start feeding right away as Dad was reinforcing the hay sled tongue. We pulled the M with the 450 and got it started. The grinder-mixer was hooked up, and Lloyd and I started putting in pellets. After a few buckets full of the pellets were put in, the grinder started knocking and acting up. We stopped it and went to help Dad.
After 450 was gassed up and the tongue on the sled was fixed, Lloyd and I started feeding. We shoved on some hay in the "lane" and fed the two bull bunches, then gave the rest to the calves.
We "broke open" a new stack yard (the middle one on the south side of the Home Meadow). The snow was still hard to get around in, which made the job quite difficult. We loaded on a small stack of rough hay and fed it off to the cows. We then cabled on half a stack of good hay and fed it to the heifers down east, and to the calves. By then it was noon, so we came in to dinner.
Dad put out twenty cows with new calves in the pasture south of the meadow, so we also fed them before dinner. We have about 33 baby calves now.
After dinner, I changed clothes and went to town in the pickup. The M Club had to serve food at a volleyball tournament. Gordon, Chadron Assumption, Hay Springs, and Crawford attended (besides Merriman, of course).
John, Ken, Ernie, and I "set up shop." Bill Marrs sold tickets, and Jim Welch came later to help us out.
Six games were played altogether—between 1:00 and 8:00—so we sold quite a little stuff. I don't know officially what we took in, but I doubt if we much more than got out of the hole.
Merriman won; then came Crawford, Gordon, Chadron Assumption, and Hay Springs—in that order. I didn't get to see any of the games.
Working wasn't too bad, but I sure don't go all out for cleaning up. That little job took an hour of hard labor. We boys lucked out in one respect—Shirley Micheel graciously washed all the dishes, so all we had to do was haul garbage, clean off tables, etc.
I got home at 9:30 to a sleeping house—at least everyone in the house was sleeping.
That ends my day, but I'll put in a little of what the rest of the outfit did. Mom and the girls went to Martin to see Greg Weber in the hospital. Dad didn't want it to go down in history what he and Lloyd accomplished. I guess they didn't have much luck trying to repair the grinder-mixer.
P.S. Lloyd took Friday afternoon off.
I arose at 6:30 and ate breakfast with Mom, Dad, and Lloyd. Then I rode Hawk Eye out after the calves while Lloyd put out the grain.
We couldn't start feeding right away as Dad was reinforcing the hay sled tongue. We pulled the M with the 450 and got it started. The grinder-mixer was hooked up, and Lloyd and I started putting in pellets. After a few buckets full of the pellets were put in, the grinder started knocking and acting up. We stopped it and went to help Dad.
After 450 was gassed up and the tongue on the sled was fixed, Lloyd and I started feeding. We shoved on some hay in the "lane" and fed the two bull bunches, then gave the rest to the calves.
We "broke open" a new stack yard (the middle one on the south side of the Home Meadow). The snow was still hard to get around in, which made the job quite difficult. We loaded on a small stack of rough hay and fed it off to the cows. We then cabled on half a stack of good hay and fed it to the heifers down east, and to the calves. By then it was noon, so we came in to dinner.
Dad put out twenty cows with new calves in the pasture south of the meadow, so we also fed them before dinner. We have about 33 baby calves now.
After dinner, I changed clothes and went to town in the pickup. The M Club had to serve food at a volleyball tournament. Gordon, Chadron Assumption, Hay Springs, and Crawford attended (besides Merriman, of course).
John, Ken, Ernie, and I "set up shop." Bill Marrs sold tickets, and Jim Welch came later to help us out.
Six games were played altogether—between 1:00 and 8:00—so we sold quite a little stuff. I don't know officially what we took in, but I doubt if we much more than got out of the hole.
Merriman won; then came Crawford, Gordon, Chadron Assumption, and Hay Springs—in that order. I didn't get to see any of the games.
Working wasn't too bad, but I sure don't go all out for cleaning up. That little job took an hour of hard labor. We boys lucked out in one respect—Shirley Micheel graciously washed all the dishes, so all we had to do was haul garbage, clean off tables, etc.
I got home at 9:30 to a sleeping house—at least everyone in the house was sleeping.
That ends my day, but I'll put in a little of what the rest of the outfit did. Mom and the girls went to Martin to see Greg Weber in the hospital. Dad didn't want it to go down in history what he and Lloyd accomplished. I guess they didn't have much luck trying to repair the grinder-mixer.
P.S. Lloyd took Friday afternoon off.