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Theobald "Toby" Barrett Diary, 1920-1921
Theobald Toby Barrett 1920 Diary 69.pdf
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| − | Dad. and I cocked up hay all morning while Frank cultivated the corn. We didn't quite finish by noon as it mostly bluegrass and slow to handle. Jack Ivey was over and wanted | + | Dad. and I cocked up hay all morning while Frank cultivated the corn. We didn't quite finish by noon as it is mostly bluegrass and slow to handle. Jack Ivey was over and wanted Frank to go over and rake up some hay for them, so he went over after dinner. Neff was in with a Mr. Frances on their way down to Charlie Blake's to a poultry culling demonstration and wanted me to go but I didn't. They gave me a few pointers though on picking out the poor-laying old hens. Dad. and I finished cocking our field about four o'clock and Frank got home about the same time. We started to put off the load of hay that was on the barn floor but when we got three lifts off a heavy thunder shower came up and as Dad. didn't want to get the rope wet we didn't unload the last lift. I took Aunty's milk down to her to-night and got a few pointers on the Sunday school lesson got home about ten o'clock and culled out my hens before I went to bed. |
Thursday July 22nd | Thursday July 22nd | ||
it was too wet to do any haying to day so Dad. plowed | it was too wet to do any haying to day so Dad. plowed | ||
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Zealand died about noon, Ada told me last night that she was threatened with diphtheria but I didn't know it was so serious. Cool and windy all day.
Wednesday July 21st
Dad. and I cocked up hay all morning while Frank cultivated the corn. We didn't quite finish by noon as it is mostly bluegrass and slow to handle. Jack Ivey was over and wanted Frank to go over and rake up some hay for them, so he went over after dinner. Neff was in with a Mr. Frances on their way down to Charlie Blake's to a poultry culling demonstration and wanted me to go but I didn't. They gave me a few pointers though on picking out the poor-laying old hens. Dad. and I finished cocking our field about four o'clock and Frank got home about the same time. We started to put off the load of hay that was on the barn floor but when we got three lifts off a heavy thunder shower came up and as Dad. didn't want to get the rope wet we didn't unload the last lift. I took Aunty's milk down to her to-night and got a few pointers on the Sunday school lesson got home about ten o'clock and culled out my hens before I went to bed.
Thursday July 22nd
it was too wet to do any haying to day so Dad. plowed
