August 29, last Sunday of the month

 TERRY

Terry is reading the Sunday paper as I write.  She was awake a long time before be as I was a total sleepy head this morning.  Nothing new about Terry.  She does have her second cover shot this Tuesday and I am not sure but I am somewhat concerned about it.  Many people have had some reaction to the second one so I hope she does not.  I am guessing she will be with the paper for an hour or so and then she will enjoy the Sunday morning programs on TV.

I have decided to get away for a couple of days in September as I think I have Terry covered for that time. I will be going up to ND for a reunion of the old country schools Marboe and Wood Lake.  I have not seen most of those people for 55+ years so it could be interesting to say the least!  I have thoughts about leaving Terry alone but a friend will check in on her when I am gone.  

Back in the 50s I do believe most townships had a school. There was Marboe which was across the road from Bergen church.  Then about 6 or so miles to the west was Wood Lake.  Then another 6 or so miles to the west was another school and I do not remember the name.  The only school house that is still there is Wood Lake as the rest were either moved or taken down.

So not much to report today.  There will be church on line, a bike ride and then what?  Maybe a trip to the grocery store but not sure about that.  I think I will just sign off and get in a short bike ride.  My FP got cold so will wait until after the bike ride to heat it up and then maybe, just maybe, I will add some more.  I am not sure but it seems like Sundays are often a bit of a struggle as I often sit and remember siblings who are not with us any more.  AND of course Mom and Dad too.  I still can feel the excitement that took place any time Dad would agree to hit fly balls to either Dave and I or just me as Dave was working on other farms the last two or three years of his HS days.  I say I still can feel the excitement as Dad would NOT often do that.  Sunday afternoons were usually reserved for an afternoon nap for Dad and when that was the case I would resort to the barn roof, throwing my knife at the board that was setup 15 feet away, sharping my knife on the big wheel near the shop or maybe  playing ball with myself against the south wall of the barn.  I promise I NEVER was idol on a Sunday PM as I knew during the week there would be manure to clean, rocks to pick etc etc!  I say that but I promise I never had to work too hard as I would call our antique farm minimum farm at best!!!