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Monday, November 09, 2009

Diary Of A Central South Dakota Farm Woman - Sunday, September 29, 1929

Diary Of A Central South Dakota Farm Woman
SUNDAY, SEPTEMBER 29 (1929)

Will left this morning for a brief trip to the western part of the state. I asked Jean to come out for dinner with us, but she decided she preferred staying at home and resting. I had an easy time o£ it myself as the remains of yesterday's luncheon were ample for our dinner today.

Dan worked on the shed all forenoon and I helped him get up some of the roof rafters. It has been a beautiful fall day and it was nice to be out in the sunshine.

Some friends called in the afternoon and we visited with them until chore time. Just as we started milking the man came to arrange about setting up the windmill. He will come to work on it Tuesday, so I hope our hand pumping days are about over. The engine has continued on its good behavior however. '"Twas ever thus!" Probably if the windmill hadn't been ordered, the engine would have been on a strike most of the time. Inanimate things are about as "contrary" as animate.


MONDAY, SEPTEMBER 30
Some of my spring chicks have been showing signs of cold lately, so I decided I'd better clean and spray all the houses today. The washing had to be done first but as soon as that was on the line, I armed myself with broom, pitchfork and spray gun, and set out to wage war on the roup germs. Tonight I feel quite as if I'd been in some kind of a fight! I shut the east coop off and am using it as headquarters for all sneezers, and have instructed Dan if he hears any bird coughing or sniffling, he is to capture it and shut it up, so I hope to cut short any serious outbreak.

Dan went out to dig potatoes this afternoon. He did his corn picking before dinner. About 4:30 a brisk shower came up and it rained until we were through milking. Mother and I are due in town for a party tomorrow - hope it doesn't get too sloppy.


TUESDAY, OCTOBER 1

A glorious day. Everything looked so pretty in the sunshine for the grass is greener now than it has been all summer and the trees are all bright yellows and reds. Last year at this time, mother and I were in Denver making trips to the mountains and reveling in scenery and gorgeous coloring. She would like me to go with her again this year, but I tell her I can't indulge in such dissipations every year, much as I would enjoy it.

Our windmill expert didn't show up this morning - got here about the middle of the afternoon and when mother and I got back from town, he and Dan were busy putting the tower together.

I got the ironing out of the way this forenoon and found time for a little mending too. I wish all this month would be as beautiful as the beginning. Already we're beginning to hear prophecies of "the worst winter in years." But I suppose there is no use crossing the bridge until we come to it. If one had heaps of feed for the stock it wouldn't be so bad, but when haystacks are few and there is a shortage of everything else, one hopes for an open winter.


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