Dad’s Diary

Dad’s Diary

Throughout World War II my parents kept diaries on our farm near Long Siding. Here are some entries. I will add more from the days and months he entered them. Please know that I have tried to retain his punctuation and remember, he was writing in his diary.

February 5, 1941

Sunday, February 5th, 2012

Fixed old harness & took it upstairs, started feeding hay to cows at noon. Strong wind from northwest, 25 above.

February 4, 1941

Sunday, February 5th, 2012

Cleaned chicken coop, gathered last of the wood. Folks were wireing buildings. Cloudy chilly.

February 3, 1941

Friday, February 3rd, 2012

Pa took my cream. I drug some wood together with chain and horses. Pearl and I walked to the folks in evening, Frances on sled.

February 2, 1941

Friday, February 3rd, 2012

Frances and I home all day. Pearl went to church. Lormey fresh.

Note the name of the cow that came fresh is hard to discern and therefore uncertain.

February 1, 1941

Friday, February 3rd, 2012

38 above, cleaned chicken coop and barn. Hauled big load of chicken manure to field. Roost painted again D.L. 40. Wind northwest, Throat still sore.

January 31, 1941

Tuesday, January 31st, 2012

Was to Pease with sled but not to annual creamery meeting today. Ordered car license. Eggs 13 cents. Bought quart of wheat germ oil. Whitie had 4 oz. of wheat germ oil.

January 30, 1941

Tuesday, January 31st, 2012

Sore throat, 30 above, wind west. Read “Boy Scouts in Northern Wilds”.

January 29, 1941

Tuesday, January 31st, 2012

I had sore throat. Frances Mae much better. Paid Bill Scheller, $5.00 for hay. Al and I hauled it home. 2 loads. 7 below to 30 above.

January 28, 1941

Tuesday, January 31st, 2012

Bought hay from Bill Scheller. Roost painted coop with black L.40. Had party, 13 kids here. 10 below, clear sunshine.

January 27, 1941

Tuesday, January 31st, 2012

Took my cream to the bridge. Pa took it to Pease. Got last corn stalks from folks. Harry was here, tried to sell me the farm.

Note: My parents were renting a farm one mile from the one on which my dad was raised. My guess is “Harry” owned the farm they were renting.