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Theobald "Toby" Barrett Diary, 1917
Theobald Toby Barrett 1917 Diary 64.pdf
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| + | Frank went down this morning to tell Art. Ryerse that the car was there to ship the wool and while he was gone Dad. and I sewed up the wool sack and put the tags on it. Young Jack Maxwell came over to get Dad. to go over to <s>John</s> Robert John's to look after a cow. He said he had been working over there all Spring and that poor old Robert John is just about dead. Art. & Lloyd came back with Frank with their wool and scales and they weighed our wool and took it down to the car. Frank and I | ||
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business and how Ansley through mismanagement was losing thousands of dollars, for Frank contended that it was just as easy to make money as it was to lose it. He also informed us that Ansley was the best man to work for that ever lived. To-night I went down to church and went up to Huby's for awhile. I telephoned Ham Thompson from there to see if the car for the wool was at the L.E. & N. siding and he said it was but that he hadn't been able to get Neff all day to find out for sure if we should ship to-morrow. Edmond England wants to ship with us but hasn't sheared yet and he thought it wouldn't matter for a day or two. I came home around by the L.E. & N. station but the agent had left so I didn't find out any more. It has been hot and sultry Looks very rainy
Thursday May 31st
Frank went down this morning to tell Art. Ryerse that the car was there to ship the wool and while he was gone Dad. and I sewed up the wool sack and put the tags on it. Young Jack Maxwell came over to get Dad. to go over to John Robert John's to look after a cow. He said he had been working over there all Spring and that poor old Robert John is just about dead. Art. & Lloyd came back with Frank with their wool and scales and they weighed our wool and took it down to the car. Frank and I
