TERRY
Really not much to say this morning. I would say Terry is the same. Yesterday was a "non' day as we did pretty much nothing. Terry stayed in bed most of the day and I spent some time watching TV with her. I so hope that some things change this week. Kim is coming into town tomorrow and that may cheer Terry up some. She will be here for three days I think.
I really am kind of out of words and thoughts this morning. There is nothing planned for the day. I do have to do some laundry and catch up on some paper work but other than that I really don't know.
As I write Terry is watching national news as the supreme court vacancy is of course the big big topic of conversation. A change of direction!!! I needed to wash Terry's bedding and also we were 2 days late with her shower so here I am a hour and a half later with bedding in the washing machine and Terry is on the couch feeling like she is clean!
AUGUST 11TH, 1957
It is Sunday and for Dave and I a day to play. Harvest has been busy and we are maybe only three days from the finish IF the weather holds. We have the wheat left on Jim's land down south and then just a small field of late barley to the west. BUT today is FREE. Unlike all of our neighbors we never harvest on Sunday. At the time I felt this really pointed Dad towards sainthood as the commandment "Remember the sabbath day to keep it holy" was something Dad took seriously BUT as the years passed I found my view as not accurate. Anyway we have gone to church and arrived home to a promise from Mom that dinner would be ready shortly and it would kind of be our normal Sunday dinner of fried egg sandwiches with a side of dill pickles and a cold glass of fresh milk. While Dave and I waited to eat we made plans for the day. One of my all time favorite things was when Dad would hit fly balls to us. He would stand by the house and hit the balls out towards the mailbox which was on the side of the road. The grassy area from the road to the house and with the garden on one side and the driveway on the other was a perfect play to catch fly balls. We debated how we could get Dad to hit the ball today as most Sundays after dinner he would take a nap. As we sat down to eat I, in my most convincing voice, asked Dad if he would hit fly balls to Dave and I for 15 minutes after we ate. I figured the "15 minute" time frame may convince him to do it and of course knowing that IF he would do that we could prolong it up to a half hour. Too our surprise he said he would and at that time I figured this would be a good day.
We were able to prolong our fly balls for 20 minutes but then Dad said that was enough. So Dave and I had most of the afternoon to play. We decided we would take the lawn mower and cut paths east of the corncrib for baseball and that would take most of the afternoon. Dave suggested we ride up to the lake later as it was always interesting to see who was there. At the age of 10 I was still too young to think about girls in bathing suits!!! We did play by the corncrib and we did ride up to the lake. On our ride we had a contest as to who could ride the farthest not holding on to the handlebars. Of course we knew it was a no brainer as both of us would be able to hop on the bikes in the yard, turn out of our driveway to the north and then arrive at the lake shore a half mile away and NEVER touch the handlbars so really it was no contest. It was going to be a fun Sunday. I kind of thought the only thing that would make it a better day is if Ronald or Janet would come for a visit but I knew that was not going to happen this weekend. Ronald has been home two weeks ago and Janet had also been home a short time ago.
So ended the Sunday. On Monday it was going to again be wheat and then barley hopefully on Wednesday. After that it would be school in a short time.
A farm icon, the Jayhawk stacker
This is NOT ours but it certainly could be except for the wheels on the Jayhawk stacker. Ours had rubber wheels. We were the only farm for many many miles that still stacked hay. Everyone else at this time was baleing hay. For years before baling came into practice we had the highest and the larges hay stacks anyplace. With Dad driving the stacker, Dave, Joan or Janet on the stack and me driving the Ford with the hay rack behind cleaning up loose hay we could take a hay field which was covered with small bunches of hay in the morning and by night fall have a clean field with one or two neat hay stacks sitting in the field.AND they would be the tallest and neatest stacks ever! Later it would be hauling the hay home during the winter in the hay rack but in later years Dad was able to pay someone to move the entire stack which saved a lot of winter work. To this day I wonder what happened to the Jayhawk as one time several years when we went past where the farm had been all the machinery was gone. Times change and of course we always call it progress!
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