The first Saturday night I have been to town this year. Rather a novel experience. March 12, 1932
Butchered three hogs this week. Our “lazy” days are almost over! We will be busy now with spring work. March 4, 1932
Snow and wind today. Very pretty drifts but surely is cold. Wrote a poem “Song of the Snow.”
Up to Velda’s. Rained awfully hard last night. Snow this morning and cold. Stay till Sunday.
Went visiting at G.R.H.S. Surely seemed queer to not have to behave. Went in and talked to Miss Meade a long time.
To be fifteen and finished with high school! Also, I’m quite certain (okay, I imagine) that Grandma was a well-behaved student. I find it funny she would suggest otherwise — but what do I know?
Company from Colorado. Eckharts, Eddie Inman and Jenny Turner. What a rough house. Is 13 a lucky number!!
Dad has sold the steers for less than he paid two years ago. Would have broken even with 7 cents but only got 3 1/2 cents. Depressed?
Went to Guide Rock and got some new library books. Won’t have to go back to town this winter!!!!
Yes, four exclamation points about hibernating in the Nebraska winter.
Girda’s box-supper postponed on account of the sleet. Don S. took me over to practice this afternoon.
A thousand diamonds everywhere. Every kind of jewel one could think of. Surely beautiful.
Rained yesterday; then froze. Everything beautiful with ice. Trees are bent over with the weight.
We are about to run out of apples. What will we ever do without them?
Grandma is thrilled to see the apples go!
Ginda Jensen came to practice her song for her Thanksgiving box supper. I’m to finish the music.
Met Shambaugh’s hired man. He is certainly not the least bit shy. Name is Ralph McKevitt from Detroit.
I wonder if Ralph tried to pick up on Grandma - is that what she’s trying to say here?
Mrs. Tyler and four youngsters over to stay all night last night. Mose and dad went over to Ralph Springer’s.