We washed.
We went to town. Elizabeth went to the Dr. I cut the back yard and most of the front yard. Mrs. Bourne helped me a little. Mr. Stocker & mother & girlfriend and her mother here.
Mrs. Dobbs here.
About my little diary project
The goal is to post entries from the diaries and journals of my ancestors, willing friends and family, myself, and found public sources like a diary my godmother discovered in a Kentucky resale shop. I want to organize them by writer, date, and where possible, geographic location. The reason: I want to honor and create a shared, minimally curated source of daily accounts of life from ordinary people. If you’d like to participate, contact me for guidelines.
I’m hearing the sound of an old push mower and wondering when she will finish the front lawn.