We washed, ironed. So hot, we patched in basement. Uncle Fred & Aunt Mary came, he dug his potatoes across the street; they stopped in again this evening went to Adam Eckerts threshing; had them for supper; our radio didn’t work.
a southern Illinois farm girl's 1930s diaries
We washed, ironed. So hot, we patched in basement. Uncle Fred & Aunt Mary came, he dug his potatoes across the street; they stopped in again this evening went to Adam Eckerts threshing; had them for supper; our radio didn’t work.
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