in Misc. Diary Entry

April 25: I Nearly Went the Trip

~Boyd County, Nebraska
1923: I baked bread and fussed with setting hens and made a cake in evening. Will, after supper, sat down to read. I looked over his shoulder. He turned quick and knocked my chin with his shoulder. I nearly went the trip as couldn’t breathe, talk or swallow.

~ Hidden Timber, South Dakota
   
1930: Am all in, there is no name for as tired as Nell and I are this evening, and I feel now as if I could never again take care of another hog to cure for hot weather.
Lisa’s Note: From April 23rd entry: “Butchered a 400 lb. hog.”

1944: Cloudy, foggy, began to clear at 11 a.m. and sun shone in p.m. One steer had a head bleed, so Will and Van Epps used flour to stop it after they got the calf in the round corral, also made a fire to sear the dehorned wound, but didn’t need it as the flour did the job, but left the steer in corral, and Will fed this steer and turned it loose in evening.

1945: I got in a few cobs, got meals, lay down in p.m., wrote letters and in diary, and played solitaire, listened to San Francisco Peace Conference Opening at 6:30 p.m. our time, time out there was 4:30 p.m. 46 nations are represented, and in all 3200 people or more. First, Chairman Stettinius spoke a few words, introduced Pres. Truman at Washington, then Gov. Warner of California, Mayor of San Francisco, California, there was a minute of prayer at starting and Sec. Stettinius spoke on the sorrow of our nation by loss of Pres. Franklin Delano Roosevelt, and outlined the main points.


1948: Will took me to 10:30 a.m. Mass. When we got home, Furreys were here, but Harley went with Billy Chauncey to Witten to play ball. We had ice-cream, Mary’s 4th Birthday cake and one I made this a.m., was good to eat this before they went home. Furreys have a new station wagon, and it is something, nice, also made so convenient and roomy.

1957: I don’t know what is doing [happening] unless I guess, and then I make mistakes. It is so hard for any one to give me information to write in the diary. Must be a trend of the times, and I am old fashioned.