330th day – 36 days follow
Did some more chopping on the drive, the boss came along and I had a short talk with him. After dinner I worked some in my garden.
Bill Whiting came up after his arrowheads I had here. He is still feeling rather punk after being sick in bed for a week.
May was in here with Conrad and the Courtney boy that she is boarding.
Picked the last of the cauliflowers out of the garden.
This is my birthday, I was born Nov. 25, 1888.
Thel, Eleanor, and Ski gave me two pairs of woolen work pants for a birthday present.
Harry Hadaway is out of the Navy, I haven’t heard why.
Arrowheads Up the Hill 