June 24, 1935
"The first dry day in the last ten of them. It has been impossible to do anything with hay or plow corn. Such rain! Wind steadily from the southwest and, when not raining, and even if the sun got out a bit the air was wreaking with dampness. Saturday I turned about 4 acres of hay with nothing but a spading fork. What a supper I ate that evening. Sunday, I powdered my melons and mowed a pickle patch I had planted in a new ground corner. Ah! it is lovely on that farm in the bottoms surrounded by the view of the river, hills and the gliding traffic on busy highways far enough away on each side with their noise to make them look like a toy wonderland.
The sweet clover hay is no good but Frank is hauling it home. I powdered the pickles and talked hay with Frank and we decided I should go tell Miller and Garner to come after some hay. I drove over the hills - one long one had just been newly graded - such a mess. But the car pulled bravely thru it. Then a talk with a farmer to find Millers' place. Driving home I got on the wrong road and had a heck of a time backing out. The farmers came to town to see me and all is well."
D.C. Richards' Journal
June 24, 1935
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