August 12, 1935
"Yesterday (Sun) Chester and I walked to the farm since we could not drive on account of the flood. We walked the tressel. That farm was a messy looking sight. I walked along the levy for a ways and came back. The bottom lands have a smell similar to an old back house. Not so sweet in the lower part of town either. I think I can smell the odor all the time. This evening I took the dogs and car, parking at the bridge and going past the McCormick cottage over to the farm. The flood waters are not entirely off. The corn that was under water for a day or two was all killed and is as dry as fodder now. The ear or shoot that were under water for some time were rotten.
We probably will have 15 bushel out of what promised to be 1,000 bushel. I believe that the alfalfa meadows are killed. To balance this hard luck, the flood left a coating of silt on the ground that might be worth much more than the crops it took away. I swept my 10 acre wheat field clean of wheat and dumped Ross McCullough's just above the levy, over the top of the levy into my corn field. So I have lots of wheat of a kind. I am tickled pink with the coating of silt. I hope it turns out to be good stuff and another flood does not take it away."
August 12, 1935
D.C. Richard's Journal
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