Friday June 20th

Frank and I had to go down to Clarence Finch's this morning with old Gladys. We stopped at Hallam's shop on our way home and got Tom's old democrat which he told us to bring over here if we wanted it. A heavy shower came up while we were there. Frank took shelter in the blacksmith shop but I didn't like to leave the team so when I got Tom's rig fastened I came home. This after noon Frank rolled the old garden and disked it. I shaved and read awhile after dinner and then went out and helped Dad. and Tid. pick the strawberries. They got quite a mess and we had them for tea. Enah, Frank went George and Marion went up to the Strawberry social at the Smythe's this after noon and Frank took Joe and went up about six. I went down and joined the band at half past seven and went up in Jim Bush's car. We had a very good time and the festival was a success in every way. They took in $220.00 or more. The band got all the strawberries and ice cream it could hold and then got treated to 2 1/2 % beer which had been ordered to sell at the soft drink booth but which had caused such a scandal amongst the pious folks that they had to take it in the house and hide it behind the sofa and subsequently feed it to the band. Poor band, it certainly is rotten stuff. I came home with Mr. Johnson and Bill Barwell. We were held up at the cemetry by another car stuck in the road so we went to look for some human bones which a couple of kids said they saw lying in the sand there beside the road. Mr. Johnson lit matches and I groped with my hand and sure enough found a skull. We overtook Mexico and his load coming around the hill so we all got home to-gether before twelve. Frank rolled in some time before morning having been down Mud Street.

Saturday June 21st